More days passed. Sharp Eyes kept on getting big and strong until he was nearly as large as Skip.
Then one day a strange man came to the cabin in the woods where the hunter lived. This man looked like a hunter, but he carried no gun. Instead, over his back, slung on a strap, was a black box.
“I suppose that is some other kind of trap,” thought Sharp Eyes as he saw it. [“These men seem never to let us animals alone.”]
But Sharp Eyes was mistaken. What the new man had on his back was not a trap, but a camera for taking pictures of wild animals and birds. He had come to the woods to do this. He was hunting animals in a new way, but Sharp Eyes did not know that.
“What have you in this cage?” asked the camera man of the hunter.
“That is a silver fox,” was the answer. “I am letting him grow big so his fur will be larger. It will make a nice muff and neck piece for some woman.”
