Showing posts with label HOUN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HOUN. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Summer re-read, HOUND

While I usually like to re-read HOUN once the weather cools down a bit, for atmospheric reasons,
I am starting re-read it now at the height of summer for good reason.














The Lyceum Theatre in Arrow Rock Mo. is doing a stage presentation Aug. 5th - 13th.
It is a relatively small theatre as theatres in this area goes (450 seats).

Arrow Rock is a small historical town here along the Missouri River with artistic connections that go way back.

This will be my daughters first Sherlock Holmes play and we are going to make a weekend of it in Arrow Rock.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Dumbing down our readers?

While looking for a pdf version of HOUND to do some research I came upon the section I was looking for re-written like this;

"As I walked towards the hut, I saw that someone had certainly been using it. A path' had been worn' up to the door. I took my revolver out of my pocket, and checked that it was ready to fire. I walked'quickly and quietly up to the hut, and looked inside. The place was empty. But this was certainly where the man lived. As I looked round the hut, I knew that the mysterious man must have a very strong character. No other person could live in -conditions as bad as these. There were some blankets on a flat stone w~ere the man slept. There had been a fire in o:p.e comer. There were some cooking pots, and a large bowl half full of water. In the middle of the hut was another large flat stone which was used as a table, and on it was the bag the boy had been carrying. Under the bag I saw ~ piece of paper with writing on it. Quickly, I picked up the paper and read what was written on it. It said: 'Dr Watson has -gone to Newtown.' I realized that the mysterious man had told someone to watch me, and this was a message from his spy. Was the man a dangerous enemy? Or was he a friend who was watching us to make sure we were safe? I decided I would not leave the hut until I ,knew. Outside, the sun was low in the sky. Everything looked  calm and peaceful in the golden evening light. But I did not feel peaceful or calm. I felt frightened as I waited for the mysterious man. Then I heard footsteps coming towards the hut. As they came closer, I moved into the'darkest corner of the hut. I did' not want the man to see me until I had looked closely at. him. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear nothing at alL Then the man began to move again, and the footsteps came: closer. A shadow fell across the door of the hut. , . 'It's a lovely evening, my dear Watson,' said a voice I knew well .. 'I really think you will enjoy it more out here.' "

Once again I have to ask, would you keep reading Sherlock Holmes if they had been written in this manner?

source

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Camping with Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes doesn't camp!
Watson camps. Or at least he had to while in service to Queen and Country. Because he was wounded so near the front, his quarters must have been as mobile as the rest of the ranks.
But even given that, most of us think of Watson (after he mended a little) as robust and enjoying outdoor pursuits. So we could see him camping, right?
Camping had, like recreational boating, become somewhat in vogue during Victoria's reign.

But Sherlock Holmes camping?
Well that image doesn't actually spring into one’s mind does it?
Sure, he could 'rough it' on the mean streets of London and in opium dens and such places most 'campers' wouldn't think of going. Give me bears and bugs over thugs any day. But out in the wild, communing with nature, nope, not Holmes.

Camping, for the most part, was quite different from what we experience today. Gear was heavy and awkward, not like our modern gear with light-weight materials and vacuumed packed food. It usually had to be done with some sort of ready transportation nearby (very nearby).
And let’s face it, the Victorian’s were not known for traveling light.

While extreme in its depiction, this example sort of shows how Victorians equipped themselves for camping and trips; Who but an Englishman, the legendary Sir John Franklin, could have managed to die of starvation and scurvy along with all 129 of his men in a region of the Canadian Arctic whose game had supported an Eskimo colony for centuries? When the corpses of some of Franklin’s officers and crew were later discovered, miles from their ships, the men were found to have left behind their guns but to have lugged such essentials as monogrammed silver cutlery, a backgammon board, a cigar case, a clothes brush, a tin of button polish, and a copy of The Vicar of Wakefield. These men may have been incompetent bunglers, but, by God, they were gentlemen.
Who of use haven't seen some movie or read some book showing how much gear was carried on trips in this era.

While not all Victorian camping trips were as extreme as this example, most would hardly ventured out with only what they could carry on their backs. These, after all, were not Mountain men of the American West, or pioneers setting out across the open plains, but civilized folk. Certain comforts were required after all. With rare exception, light weight camping did not become possible until the advent of nylons and plastics. Up until the late 1960’s modern camper’s tents were still made out of heavy canvas. 


Thomas Hiram Holding is often considered the father of modern camping, gaining his love of adventure from crossing the American plains in a covered wagon.




But Holmes, he was a man of the city. London was his comfort zone. He thrived in London. He required London.
But camp he did, at least once.
In Dartmoor, in Devon. In ‘Hound’.
At least for a few days (a while it seems), and he seemed to do it rather well with a certain amount of comfort.
I am sure he wasn’t thinking of it as camping. More of a ‘stake-out’ I’m sure. But camping it certainly was.
And it seems that little has been discussed about this in Sherlockian writings.
We of course discover this side of Holmes because of Watson’s tenacity and need to prove to Holmes that he was up to the task assigned him.
As we know in ‘Hound’, Watson sets out to find who is hiding on the Moor within view of  Mr. Frankland’s telescope.


Watson soon comes across the ‘campsite’ set amongst the stone circle, and describes it this way;
“This was certainly where the man lived. Some blankets rolled in a waterproof lay upon that very stone slab upon which Neolithic man had once slumbered. The ashes of a fire were heaped in a rude grate. Beside it lay some cooking utensils and a bucket half-full of water. A litter of empty tins showed that the place had been occupied for some time, and I saw, as my eyes became accustomed to the checkered light, a pannikin and a half-full bottle of spirits standing in the corner. In the middle of the hut a flat stone served the purpose of a table, and upon this stood a small cloth bundle -- the same, no doubt, which I had seen through the telescope upon the shoulder of the boy. It contained a loaf of bread, a tinned tongue, and two tins of preserved peaches.”
Sounds like a camping site to me; blankets and a waterproof, ashes of a fire, cooking utensils, water.
And it sounds like the camp site of either a very fastidious person, or someone with some camping knowledge.
The blankets were rolled up in a waterproof to protect them from the elements. The fire was out.
Had the empty tins been burned in the fire to get rid of the food smells? Were the utensils cleaned to once again get rid of the food smells? Probably left out to air dry. Was the bucket of water covered and protected? Watson doesn’t cover these points, so it would only be speculation on our part to assume any of that.
But camping it does sound like. A form of Victorian light weight camping.

It is shortly after Watson describes this scene we learn that it is Holmes who has been the ‘camper’ at this site. He has been hiding out in his pursuit of information regarding the goings on at Baskerville Hall.
And nothing more is said of this camping trip after that.

Let’s look at some of the other things Holmes had with him at his ‘camp-site’.
It is suggested that this part of the story took place around the middle of October. The nights could probably have gotten a little chilly by then, and probably a little damp.
We know he had blankets. And that he wore a nice tweed suit. Between those and a fire he would probably been warm enough inside, out of the wind.
His utensil requirements, by the food present, would have been very minimum and would have probably been used for eating also; a fork, knife and a spoon.
Watson does not tell us what is in the discarded tins; we do however know that there is at least tinned tongue and tinned preserved peaches. Neither would require more than a knife, fork or spoon. The same could probably be said for whatever foods may have been in the discarded tins.


It can be noted that there is no mention of plates or pots and pans. Present however is a ‘pannikin’ and a half-bottle of spirits. A pannikin is described as; Exactly what is a Pannikin? Almost every reference defines Pannikin as: a noun \pa-ni-kÉ™n\ pan + -nikin (as in cannikin) "a small pan or cup (usually made of tin). It is a British term dating back to 1823.
A Victorian equivalent of a mess-kit? Perhaps.
This image shows a Victorian food warmer. The very top portion is considered the pannikin. Made of ceramic and has a lid.
Here is another description of the device; The food warmer was commonly used to prepare a warm mixture of flour or bread in diluted milk. This was called pap and was fed to babies and invalids. The mixture would be put in the ceramic container called a pannikin. The pannikin sat inside a container of hot water known as the liner. Both the pannikin and liner sat on a pedestal. A night light at the base heated the water and food, much like a modern steamer.

This seems a little elaborate and more than Holmes may require. I would suggest something a little easier was used that is sometimes also called a pannikin. Whatever Holmes used would probably have been something that he could have cooked in and eaten out of at the same time. And if it is only the top of the above elaborate set-up that is called the 'pannikin',  why couldn't any pot used on a stove for cooking and eating, with a lid, be called a pannikin?
Something simpler like this photo would seem more likely. He could have heated up his food from the tins with it, and he could have used it for a warm drink. The one above right could probably all be stored inside the large pot.


Or this, an alcohol stove.









Modern versions show a lidded pot like this one as pannikins.















However, the more elaborate set up could heat water separate from his food dish. 
I am, however, still leaning more towards the simpler arrangement.

Watson mentions a grate in the hut. That could be taken as a ring of stone, something to contain the fire or it could be a grill above the fire for cooking on. He could have then just placed the tins on top of a grate/grill for warming food. But I don't think so.


Having no desire to know how to cook tongue, I am not going to suggest a method here.











Watson states that the ashes from the fire were heaped in a grate, so I would suggest a circle to contain the fire is what he meant.
Either way, Holmes would have had to cook his food some way.

Watson does however state that in the corner with the pannikin was half a bottle of spirits.
Now, that could either be a half bottle of Jameson’s spirits (whiskey) or half a bottle of spirits used for a stove. A food warmer as mentioned above would require spirits as fuel.
I am however still of the mind that this set up would be a little more than Holmes would need and suggest that some other sort of spirit stove was used. 

And here is an example of one.






However, when playing the game and Watson actually describes something as such we should take him at his word. And since a Victorian pannikin could be used for cooking and light, up to ten hours, perhaps we should just leave it at that.
My only other argument against the complete pannikin setup would be that Holmes probably had some sort of bulls-eye lantern with him and would not need two sources of light for his adventure. Just a thought.
One thing, actually two, that is not mentioned his the presense of tea or coffee. Now I know, I could not go camping without my tea. I do love the smell of coffee when camping but do not drink it. Tea is however required.

Where did Holmes come up with this 'camping' gear? Was it Watsons? Watson didn't say so.
Was it his? Was it arranged for?

We know that Holmes looked a little thinner, and worn, but bronzed and cat-like clean.
Watson also describes him as looking like any other tourist on the moor.
Exercise and the environment would contribute to the healthy way Holmes looked. A look that could be attributed to, well, camping.

And he was a prepared camper. From what Watson describes as his gear in the hut, he had just about everything he needed. Off handedly Holmes states his only other needs were a loaf of bread and a clean collar. And young Cartwright took care of those.
So it does seem Holmes was a camper. "Needs most" perhaps, but none the less. 



He stayed dry, he stayed warm. He met his food requirments.
Signs of a good camper.


A couple other questions remain. Not about Holmes’ ability as a camper (merit badge material is he) but about his security while camping and that of Cartwright with Seldon running around?


And on that note I will leave you with just one more thought;



Some more pannikins and camping stuff.












Friday, March 11, 2016

Elementary S4-E16 - 'Hounded' - Once bitten, twice shy. . . . . or Love is in the air . . It should have been called 'GUS'.

  Okay, 'Elementary' had a chance here and, well, kinda missed the mark.
Hound of the Baskervilles is arguably the most well-known and the most popular tale in the Canon.
  So they had a lot to work with, and a lot of room to miss the mark. Which they did.
  Retelling the Hound is always going to be hard. You can either re-tell the story canonically, a great Gothic tale of mystery and murder, and be judged by how well you pull that off. 
  Or you can adapt it in a totally new way and, well, be judged by how well you pull it off.
  ‘Elementary’ with ‘Hounded’ didn’t seem to be able to make up its mind on which way it wanted to go and failed in both directions.

  The show opens with Holmes walking in on Hawes who is examining a new body at the morgue. Hawes’ work has been slipping of late and Holmes has come to point that fact out and if possible discover why.

  The show then cuts to Central Park and a man being chased through the woods by an unknown assailant. The man running stumbles of a cliff and is hit by a truck. Holmes discovers that there was someone else present and could be a possible witness.
  The man is Charles Baskerville.
  While Holmes works on finding out what is wrong with Hawes, Watson finds the witness, a homeless man, and discovers he saw a large wolf or small bear attack Charles.

  And so, without going over the whole show again, we have a murdered Baskerville, another who will inherit the fortune, but who doesn’t really need it, and the rest of the cast from the Canon.

 Where the episode falls apart is when it doesn’t either stay true to the original story and just retell it, and it also doesn’t come up with something new and unique in its telling.
  Mostly the episode is guilty of using as many clichés as possible without putting them into a well told story.

  The episode does however once again hit on timely topics, GMO’s and robots, but they could have done that without, perhaps better, using HOUN as the backdrop.

  The episode actually became more of a test to see how many HOUN clichés one could catch and not worry about the story line.

So, here are the ones I caught;

‘Sir’ Charles is chased down a narrow lane.
He dies of something other than the ‘beast, (canonically a heart attack, in this episode, a truck).

Henry Baskerville is the heir (as is apparently everyone else in the episode).

Part of the story takes place in Devonshire (Devonshire Robotics)

Watson is sent off to investigate on her own while Holmes goes elsewhere. (Her checking up on the witness while Holmes played chess).

A Stapleton is involved and related.

Hugo Baskerville (in this case a railroad baron).

Barrymore (this time working for Stapleton).(The name served no real purpose in the storyline.)

Miss Lyons (a Stapleton)

An unknown heir.

A glowing dog (this one a big pussy cat).

And also mentioned Canonically or from ACD;

Undershaw.

Holmes mentions ‘The Woman’

 While it was fun to spot these, the story did not need any of them and would have probably made for a better episode without the HOUN connection, especially considering how much is expected once you connect it to the original story. (Hey 'Elementary', change the names and show it again.!)

  One of the things that have always made HOUN such great story is that Holmes is taken out of his perceived comfort zone, London, and sent, for him, to an alien environment, Dartmoor. Holmes we believe is a creature of the city, not comfortable in such a rural setting. (I am going to have a separate post for this discussion.)
  This episode failed to even attempt use that Gothic setting to its advantage. The location is as much a part of HOUN as is anything else. It is the sinister nature of the enviornment that sets the tone (I know; Central Park at night isnt' scary enough for you?) The story should have gone to New Jersey or some where else.

  Another flaw in the episode was the fact that everyone loved each other, for the most part.
  Henry loved Charles, Stapleton loved the Baskervilles. Barrymore, while maybe not loving Stapleton at least didn’t mind having drinks with him.
Stapleton loved, well, women.
The dog loved Charles.

 Okay maybe Ms. Lyons didn’t love everyone, but she should have because her plot line was really bad.
  We were never told how Roger mistreated her father, the hippie, the one who moved to Australia. I thought hippies did that kind of thing. A free and open life.
  She had a great job. Didn’t it pay well? And just like in the Canon, why didn’t she just ask to be part of the family? Everyone loved each other. They would have made her feel welcome.

  And instead of calling this episode 'HOUNded', maybe we should call it 'GUS', after the robotic dog. I don’t claim to know much about the physics of robots but I don’t see a machine like that being able to maneuver like it did in the park at night in such a rough terrain. A tracked vehicle would have trouble unless it was the size of a small tank.

 The side story with Hawes was well done and showed some growth on Miller’s Holmes part.
  The acting was still strong by the leads. The extras didn't carry enough weight, once again considering the source.

  I know, at this point I am starting to sound like Brad (I feel dirty) but in this case he may have a point. I will check to see if he has any thoughts on this episode after I post this.

 The episode did however live up to this season, and, compared to the last few seasons, it remained strong. It did not however take advantage of its source material which set it up as a failure.

It would be akin to setting Mutiny on the Bounty on a pontoon boat.

The weakest episode of this season.

Because of its poor treatment of HOUN I can only fairly give it;




Wednesday, March 9, 2016

And a little more.

Brook manor house and Sherlock Holmes

To the west of the town is Brook Manor house, a grade II* listed property, built in 1656 for Richard Cabell, Lord of the Manor of Brook.[2] He was the subject of a local legend. It is said that on the night of his death (ca. 1677) black hounds, breathing fire and smoke, raced over Dartmoor and surrounded Brook Manor House, howling. Cabbell's unusual tomb was allegedly designed to keep his restless spirit from roaming Dartmoor.[3] Sir Arthur Conan Doyle based the Sherlock Holmes story Hound of the Baskervilles on this legend. The story's description of Baskerville Hall, however, is based on Cromer Hall in Norfolk.

Literary connections

The hall has a strong literary connection thanks to a visit to the house by the writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, most noted for his stories about the detective Sherlock Holmes. In 1901 Arthur Conan Doyle had returned from South Africa, suffering from Typhoid fever. To aid his recuperation, the author decided to take a golfing holiday in North Norfolk, accompanied by the journalist Bertram Fletcher Robinson. The two friends stayed at the Royal Links Hotel in Cromer. During their stay, Doyle probably heard the Norfolk legend of 'Black Shuck', the Hell Hound of Norfolk. The following description of Baskerville Hall in Doyle’s book can also be matched to the exterior aspects of Cromer Hall.
From The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, originally serialised in the Strand Magazine from August 1901 to April 1902. Unfortunately, Doyle himself said nothing in his autobiography about the writing of The Hound of the Baskervilles. Although the setting for the story was Devon, Doyle's visit to Cromer undoubtedly provided part of the inspiration.


A fun interesting read from a few years ago.

Dartmoor: In the footprints of a gigantic hound

Conan Doyle's canine monstrosity is 100 years old. A nervous Christopher Somerville plays literary sleuth on Dartmoor


WHENEVER fans of Sherlock Holmes hear the name of Dartmoor, it is impressions from The Hound Of The Baskervilles that come rushing to mind: a barren, mist-wreathed moor, a mysterious figure silhouetted against the rising moon, the face of an escaped convict "all seamed and scored with vile passions", and the blood-freezing howl of the fiery, fiendish Hound from the heart of the great Grimpen Mire.
Something about the moor fascinated Arthur Conan Doyle from the moment his friend Bertram Fletcher Robinson spun him a yarn about a spectral hound that haunted Dartmoor. Researching his tale in 1901, Conan Doyle drew inspiration from the gloomy baronial halls, sucking bogs, abandoned tin mines and lonely houses all around - not to mention the great grim prison.
Doyle had killed off his famous detective eight years before. But Holmes simply could not be left out of such a ripping yarn. It was a wise capitulation on Conan Doyle's part: The Hound Of The Baskervilles has never been out of print, and rarely off the film and TV screen, since its first serialised publication in 1901-2 in The Strand Magazine. We love this Gothic horror tale, all of us, all over the world, whether we are dedicated Holmesians or mere casual browsers under the midnight lamp.
The Hound is 100 years old, but has never lost its fascination. When Philip Weller's admirable new book, The Hound Of The Baskervilles: Hunting the Dartmoor Legend, fell through my letterbox I knew that I was in the capable hands of a Holmesian par excellence. The author is chairman of The Baskerville Hounds, a group of enthusiasts dedicated to playing to the utmost what they term "The Great Holmesian Game" -pretending that Holmes and Watson were real and fitting their adventures to actual dates, locations and historical circumstances.
Imagination is always the best set designer. But this book promised to introduce some fascinating actuality. The prospect of expert guidance around Dartmoor, to points from which I could gaze on the originals of doom-wrapped Baskerville Hall, sinister Merripit House and the wastes of the great Grimpen Mire itself, was too good to pass up. I threw my Weller into a gladstone, looked out my stoutest boots and a trusty "Penang lawyer", sent down to Stanfords for the Ordnance map and to Spar for a pound of their strongest shag, and took the M5 into Devonshire on a blustery autumn day of the year 20--.
Baskerville Hall, seat of the Hound-haunted Baskerville family, has always been one of the prime Gothic literary settings - a dark old house in a tree-blanketed hollow under the moor with a sombre tunnel of a drive, twin towers, ivy-smothered walls and that scary Yew Alley where Sir Charles Baskerville died of sheer fright after running for his life from the Hound. There are three main candidates for Baskerville Hall on the eastern edge of Dartmoor, the only feasible location given the relative positions of neighbouring places in the story.
Fowelscombe, not far from the village of Ugborough, was a strong contender, in spite of its lack of a view of the moor. When Doyle was researching on Dartmoor in 1901 this grand Elizabethan mansion - then newly abandoned to decay - possessed twin towers, mullioned windows, crenellations and long wings, just as in the novelist's description of Baskerville Hall. I found Fowelscombe sunk in its hollow in a sad state of dereliction; a poignant, ivy-choked ruin.
The next candidate, Hayford Hall, was perfectly positioned deep in a tree-filled cleft under Dartmoor's rim west of Buckfastleigh, and had an old yew alley leading out on to the moor. The drive was lined with beeches whose leaves were streaming away on the autumn gale. I could only catch a glimpse of tall, tower-like chimneys through the trees, but Weller's book assured me that the house itself answered none of Doyle's description of Baskerville Hall.
The third possible source of inspiration, Brook Manor, lay in a suitably deep valley a couple of miles east of Hayford Hall. What best recommended this ancient house, though, was the character of the man who owned it in the mid-17th century, Richard "Dirty Dick" Cabell. Dirty Dick married Elizabeth Fowell of Fowelscombe, but proved an absolute bounder - so wicked, in fact, that legend says he was hunted to death on Dartmoor by ghostly black dogs.
In the churchyard of Holy Trinity Church at Buckfastleigh I found the mausoleum where Dirty Dick lies sealed into his tomb by a massive stone slab - he has a tendency to walk abroad, apparently. He might well have been Conan Doyle's inspiration for the character of wicked Hugo Baskerville, who became the first of his family to be Hounded to death when he hunted an innocent maiden over the moor by night.
I dentification of the prehistoric stone hut in which Sherlock Holmes camped out on the moor, unbeknown to faithful Watson, could be a nightmare, since Dartmoor possesses the remains of well over a thousand such primitive dwellings. But Weller persuaded me that there were really only two candidates.
It's a fact that Arthur Conan Doyle and Bertram Fletcher Robinson visited Grimspound, Dartmoor's best-known enclosure of hut circles, in 1901. A suitably moody rainstorm welcomed me to the site, where I soon identified the hut in which Doyle and Robinson probably sat to smoke their pipes - Hut No 3, the most thoroughly restored and most central in the big walled compound.
Grimspound lies too far from the central moor to be the correct choice geographically; but Ryder's Rings, an oblong walled settlement a couple of miles south-west of Hayford Hall, is perfectly placed at the top of a steep brackeny slope above the River Avon. Its forgotten hut circles, collapsed in the bracken, chimed exactly with the melancholy mood of the moor.
So to the scenes of the tale's denouement around Merripit House, the remote moorland dwelling of the ominous naturalist Stapleton and his exotically beautiful "sister", Beryl, on the shores of the fearsome quagmire called the great Grimpen Mire. Stapleton is unmasked - by a typically acute piece of Holmesian observation - as a murderous Baskerville bastard intent on extinguishing the young rightful heir to the estate, Sir Henry Baskerville, and claiming title, house and fortune for himself.
Although other candidates exist, only one area properly fits the bill - the moor south of Princetown. Here Fox Tor Mires makes the perfect great Grimpen Mire, while Nun's Cross Farm is surely the original Merripit House. In late afternoon rain I passed the gaunt Napoleonic barrack blocks of Dartmoor prison and walked the puddled track towards Nun's Cross Farm.
The shuttered building lay hidden in a walled quarter-acre of rough garden, its grey walls battered by the weather. Nothing lonelier or more eerie could be imagined - save for the vast flat brown waste of Fox Tor Mires that filled the adjacent valley.
Along the track through a moor fog Sir Henry Baskerville had run screaming from the hellish, fire-breathing hound that Stapleton set on his trail. Here Holmes gunned the Hound down in the nick of time. And over there, where the ruined walls of the old Whiteworks tin mines lay on the moor slopes, the desperate Stapleton, in flight from the collapse of his schemes, had leapt over the tussocks of the great Grimpen Mire until a false step sent the murderer into the ooze to be sucked down to his awful end.
Weller in hand, I gazed on this scene so often conjured in the imagination's eye, now brought starkly and stunningly to life.

Hound basics


OS grid references Baskerville Hall Fowelscombe 692551, Hayford Hall 688671, Brook Manor 713677; Holmes's hut Ryder's Rings in square 6764, Grimspound 701809; Merripit House Nun's Cross Farm 606698;Grimpen Mire Fox Tor Mires in squares 6170, 6270; Abandoned tin mine in Grimpen Mire Whiteworks mine ruins in squares 6170, 6171.
Remember that Fowelscombe, Hayford Hall, Brook Manor and Nun's Cross Farm are private property, and may be viewed only from nearby rights of way.
Reading 
The Hound Of The Baskervilles - Hunting the Dartmoor Legend by Philip Weller is published by Devon Books at £24.95; order from Halsgrove Direct on 01884 243242 or email sales@halsgrove.com.
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Monday, September 22, 2014

FIVE - a mini HOUN? A review of The Five Orange Pips for discussion.

If I could imagine for myself an evening sitting by a fire enjoying a book it would be just about as Watson describes it in the beginning of this tale.


"Sherlock sat moodily at one side of the fireplace cross-indexing his records of crime, while I at the other was deep in one of Clark Russell’s fine sea- stories until the howl of the gale from without seemed to blend with the text, and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash of the sea waves. "


What bibliophile amongst us does in at some time envision being able to just sit by gas lamp somewhere and enjoy a favorite beverage, a book and a fireplace. And to have Mother Nature giving sound effects while you read, WOW!
We sit and read in so many uncomfortable and uninviting places, and if we are lucky, sometimes we get to sit and read in ideal conditions.

And also learn a little bit about Watson's reading tastes when he has some free time, Clark Russell.

A nod to Watson or Doyle's love of travel and adventure perhaps. Or was this reading material a statement on Watson's concern for the common man?

We learn of at least six unwritten cases that we will never hear about.

Watson is still married but on his own again.

We learn of how many time Holmes considers that he was beaten and by whom (I am sure the number increase by one after this case.)


There are also some similarities to the HOUN.

Both involve men who came by unexpected inheritance.
Both involve events from someones past and carry over into other generations.
Both have outcomes that are not clearly established and are left in vague conclusion.
Both have the 'client' placed in danger, one with a said outcome.
Both have men who for a period of time are in mortal fear for their lives.

Did Holmes learn from this case the importance of needing to send Watson to keep an eye on Sir Henry. It would seem Sir Henry would have been a little more capable of taking care of himself then Mr. Openshaw would have been. Holmes in some way must of felt responsible for Openshaw's death.

We also once again see the fascination with American history by the literary agent and how he was up  on current affairs.

The story is a little (very) disappointing for it's swift conclusion with no clear ending.