The Hound of the Baskervilles
I was in the third grade the first time that I heard the story of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s
The Hound of the Baskervilles. Our teacher took one hour every week – my favorite hour, for sure – when she would read to us various books of interest to kids of that age (around ten or eleven years old). I fondly remember listening to her read
My Side of the Mountain (Jean Craighead George),
Hatchet (Gary Paulsen) and, of course,
The Hound of the Baskervilles (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle). Ever since that time, this has been my favorite of all of the Sherlock Holmes mystery stories that Doyle put into writing. (I later bought a set of various Sherlock Holmes stories and
The Hound in a separate volume of its own, and it has certainly provided me with hours of entertainment and recollection.)
In this story, we hear of the death of Sir Charles Baskerville and a supposed curse that was put on his family. A naturalist scientist (Mr. Stapleton) found a way to promote a ghost story about a devilish hound called up from hell to haunt the family of the Baskervilles, the latest victim of which was Charles. Everyone in the area of the tragedy readily believed the story promoted about the hound, and their fear-supported superstitions directed at the beast allowed them to overlook the murderer that was freely walking around in their midst.