Monday, April 18, 2011

The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

     In the mid-18th century, the evil master of the Manor of Baskerville brings a curse down upon his descendants.  Wicked and selfish to the core, Sir Hugo Baskerville kidnaps a maiden from a nearby farm.  He locks her away in a room in his spacious manor.  While she awaits a terrible fate, he goes downstairs to sup and drink with his dishonorable friends.  The maiden, desperate, escapes and flees for her life across the dark moor.  Sir Hugo discovers her flight, and makes chase - with his hounds.
     Sir Hugo's friends follow him.  They stop a night shepherd to ask directions, and he replies that Sir Hugo was seen, running away from "a hound of hell."  Three of the men continue in their search, only to find death and horror.  The maiden is dead: "dead of fear and of fatigue."  Close to her form is the mutilated body of Sir Hugo, brought down by the hound.

     ". . . there stood a foul thing, a great, black beast, shaped like a hound, yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon.  And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor.  One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the other twain were but broken men for the rest of their days.
     "Such is the tale, my sons, of the coming of the hound which is said to have plagued the family so sorely ever since.  If I have set it down it is because that which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.  Nor can it be denied that many of the family have been unhappy in their deaths which have been sudden, bloody, and mysterious.  Yet may we shelter ourselves in the infinite goodness of Providence, which would not for ever punish the innocent beyond that third and fourth generation which is threatened in Holy Writ.  To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted."*  

     Now, in the later years of the nineteenth century, a descendant, Sir Charles Baskerville, lives in the shadow of this curse.  He is found dead in the grounds of his manor.  His body is found by his butler, Barrymore.  On Sir Charles's face is a look of horror.  The diagnosis is cardiac exhaustion.  His mysterious death is attributed to the Hound.
     Before his nephew and heir, Sir Henry Baskerville, can arrive at the manor, Dr. Mortimer brings the case, the legend, and his concerns for Sir Henry's safety to Mr. Sherlock Holmes at 221B Baker Street.  Holmes listens to the case, but appears to be little interested in this "supernatural" hound and the curse.  Instead, he sends Dr. Watson with Dr. Mortimer and Sir Henry to Baskerville Hall.  Dr. Watson's instructions are to write detailed reports and mail them to Holmes in London.
     The beginning of the novel follows Dr. Watson and his investigation and adventures at Baskerville Hall and the nearby village.  Besides meeting Barrymore and his wife, Watson makes the acquaintance of a neighbor, Mr. Stapleton and his sister, Miss Stapleton.  But the plot thickens, the night comes, and the houd roams the moore.
     An excellent edition of "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and other Sherlock Holmes mysteries is The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.  37 short stories and a complete novel from The Strand Magazine.  They are printed so as to look like they did in the magazine, and they include the dates when each story was released.  It an excellent book for all Sherlock Holmes fans. (This is not meant as an advertisement :), but as a suggestion for all book lovers and Holmes fans!)

     *All quotations are from this source:  
     Doyle, Arthur Conan.  "The Hound of the Baskervilles."  McClure, Philips & Co., 1902. Print.  Doyle, Arthur Conan.  "The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes."  Edison, New Jersey: CASTLE BOOKS, A Division of Book Sales, Inc.  Print.  

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton

     G. K. Chesterton introduced us to the amusing, yet brilliant Father Brown in 1911 with his book "The Innocence of Father Brown."  These first twelve stories are not only amazing mysteries, but wonderful narrations and commentaries on life and how individuals view their world.  Perception, formed by our reality, really does affect how we act.  While Holmes investigates how the crime was committed and the motive behind the crime, Father Brown examines the psychological motives of the criminals.  These stories made me an instant Father Brown fan, and I hope you enjoy them, too!
  
     Here is a brief plot synopsis of each of the stories in The Innocence of Father Brown 

     The Blue Cross: The internationally famous French investigator Valentin chases the infamous, genius French criminal Flambeau in England.  Valentin follows a trail of crazy clues, pursuing a tall priest and a short priest.    
     The Secret Garden:  When Father Brown attends a gathering at Valentin’s house, a man dies mysteriously in a garden that is surrounded by walls with only one entrance.  
     The Queer Feet: Father Brown goes to an exclusive club to hear the confessions of a dying man.  While he’s there, an amazing robbery occurs, right under the noses of the victims. 
     The Flying Stars:  Sir Leopold Fischer gives his goddaughter three precious African diamonds: a tempting conquest for any thief! 
     The Invisible Man: Miss Laura Hope has two unwanted suitors – Smythe and James Welkin.  When Smythe prepares to present his suite to Miss Hope, he receives a death warning from his rival James Welkin.
     The Honor of Israel Gow: Father Brown investigates the death of a Scottish earl.  He fears foul play, even witchcraft.    
     The Wrong Shape: Mr. Quinton is found dead in his room.  It appears to be suicide, but a clue points to a different conclusion.  What is the clue?  Mr. Quinton’s stationary is cut in the wrong shape. 
     The Sins of Prince Saradine: Prince Saradine, an Italian nobleman, has retired from the social whirl, and lives quietly.  Father Brown visits him with a friend and becomes acquainted with him, his butler, and housekeeper.  Little does he know that someone is seeking revenge and the prince’s life.   
     The Hammer of God: Once there were two brothers: a clergyman and a dandy.  One lives a life of virtue and piety; the other a life of sin and darkness.  As the clergyman prays in the church, sudden judgment comes upon his wicked brother.   
     The Eye of Apollo: Miss Pauline Stacey is defiant and determined to live life by her own rules.  She is a disciple of the mysterious worshiper of the sun, Kalon.  However, things turn very wrong one day at noon. 
     The Sign of the Broken Sword: General Sir Arthur St. Clare is remembered as a brave and noble soldier and martyr of England.  But are all heroes as great as history says? 
     The Three Tools of Death: An accusation, a distressed woman, a suspect.  Father Brown comes to comfort a suffering daughter, whose father has just been murdered by his secretary.  But perhaps events are not as clear as they first appear?    
Too busy to read a book?  I highly recommend this dramatic reading by Kevin O'Brien.  Each story is prefaced and ended by Dale Ahlquist, giving interesting information about the story and about G. K. Chesterton.  This CD album can be purchased at www.ignatius.com
  
Warning: if you do not like blood, gore, and violence, these stories are rather explicit, more so than the Sherlock Holmes mysteries.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Special Edition: Bobtail Dixie, Chapter I

     "Bobtail Dixie" by Abbie N. Smith.  My grandmother owned this book.  My grandmother lived next door, and I spent a lot of time with her.  I cannot really remember reading this book at her house.  I remember reading other books there, such as "Dandie: The Tale of the Yellow Cat" and "The Sunbonnet Babies Trip to Italy."  This book now sits on our bookshelves.
     Bobtail Dixie is a dog, owned by Preacher Smith and his family.  I have a copy of the 4th edition, copyrighted in 1901 by Abbey Press and 1902 by the authoress.  The story is in first person and told from the dog's perspective.  It is an interesting child's book, filled with photographs that act as illustrations, in addition to drawings.
     Following the Table of Contents is the dedication:  "To my nephews and nieces, this book is affectionately dedicated by the Author."  Chapter I is preambled by this question:  "Every dog has his day, why not I?"
     I have copied the first chapter of this charming little book.  Enjoy!

                                                    Chapter I.
                                         WHEN I WAS A PUPPY.

     First, you will want to know who I am and what I look like.  As far as I know, from glimpses I have caught of myself while drinking from a shiny tin basin, I am a little dog, white in color, except a dark brown mark over my right ear and eye; my eyes seem to match in color the brown on my ear, and I do not seem to have a tail worthy of mention.
     I was born "way down South in Dixie," on a farm, near Houston. Texas.  My master's name was Smith; perhaps you have heard the name before, as they say there are a great many Smiths in the world; but I am very sure that not one of them is quite as nice and good as my master Roy.  When a little boy, Roy was a great favorite of his grandfather, who loved animals and was kind to them, so perhaps that is the reason my master has always been kind and good to them, too.
     Roy owned several other dogs besides myself, and we did have such good times running around and playing on the farm.  One of our duties was to make some pigs stay where they belonged, and as there were no fences on our farm, we sometimes had great sport chasing the pigs out of the yard and garden.  It was funnier for us than for them, as we sometimes pulled their ear to teach them to stay at home.  Roy's grandfather said it reminded him of the way teachers used to pull the ears of unruly pupils in school.
     Our home was so happy I wanted to stay there always, but could not, as you will see.  It happened this way: an uncle of my master came to visit him, and Roy, who was very proud of us, showed us to the gentleman.
     "I have two little cousins, living up North, and I would like to send them a present; how do you think they would like one of my dogs?"  I heard master say as I listened to their conversation.
     I was greatly interested, and listened eagerly for his answer.  I heard the uncle say he was sure nothing would please them more, and as he and his wife were soon going to visit them, he would gladly take them a dog.  This excited me still more, and I thought, "Can it be they will select me?"  On second thought, I was sure there were handsomer and nicer dogs than I on the farm, though I am proud to say I am not a mongrel, but a real aristocratic dog.  I thought it would be a fine thing to go away and see more of the world, and I wanted to see those little children.  But I soon thought how I should miss the other dogs, even though we did not always agree, and sometimes grieved our kind master, who reproved us for quarreling.
     As I was one of the smallest dogs, I usually came out of a fight feeling very humble, and sometimes looking pretty rough.  But that is an unpleasant subject to me, so I will drop it.
     They took some time to decide which dog to take, looking us over very carefully several times.  Then they looked at me again, and my master said,"This is a cute little fellow and I believe I will send him, although I shall miss him."
     I was glad and sorry, too; but it did not seem to make much difference how I felt about the matter, for I was no consulted int eh least, thought it was to make such a difference in my life.
     I forgot to tell you that I was to be a Christmas present.  They knew Master Roy was to send them something, but had no idea it would be alive; probably thought it would be a drum or a doll; they surely did not think a little dog would go so far to see any one.
     At this time I was only three months old, but you know dogs know a great deal more than babies do at that age, at least they are not so helpless; for while babies cannot even creep, dogs can run real fast.  I will confess, though, that when babies do walk they walk on two legs, which the oldest and wisest of dogs cannot do, unless they are what are called trained dogs; and between you and me they do not like it, and never do it except when compelled to do so by their master, and then they drop down and walk on four legs just as soon as they dare.  They are not comfortable at all walking on two legs.  Some trained dogs are even dressed up like folks and try to act like them - the "Snyder Family," for instance, who, with their master, travel about giving exhibitions.  Roy took me to see them one day, and bought one of their pictures.  Would you like to see it?
                                             

      Isn't it an adorable photo?  I wonder if the child this book was given to enjoyed the story and smiled at the pictures.  My grandmother's copy has a little message written on the first page:  Miss Ruth Walters  Xmas
From Uncle Jim.  It was a sweet note.

     April update coming soon!