Henry J. Fisher, estate-owner of Greenwich, Conn., is fond of peace and quiet. One morning last week, his morning slumbers were rudely disturbed at six o'clock by the baying of a full-throated foxhound in the grounds hard by the house. Disgruntled, too angry for mere words, sleepy Henry J. Fisher did what any one else might, or might not, have done. He seized a shotgun, drew a sportsman's aim, blew the hound's life out.
To Farmer Fred Burdsall, the hound's owner, Sportsman Fisher then explained that dogs were a nuisance yelping at six...
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