I once caught a young raccoon, which soon became domesticated--being quite as tame as a dog.  It possessed, however, a habit of which I could not cure it; that of seizing any fowls it set eyes on, and biting off their heads.  It having treated two or three of Aunt Hannah's in this way, I was compelled to carry it into the forest and set it at liberty. It enjoyed its freedom but a short time, however, as it was soon afterwards hunted and killed by some of our boys.