Chapter 1
There are people who do not like dogs a bit—they are usually
women—but in this story there is a man who did not like dogs. In
fact, he hated them. When he saw one he used to go black in the
face, and he threw rocks at it until it got out of sight. But the
Power that protects all creatures had put a squint into this man's
eye, so that he always threw crooked.
This gentleman's name was Fergus Fionnliath, and his stronghold
was near the harbour of Galway. Whenever a dog barked he would leap
out of his seat, and he would throw everything that he owned out of
the window in the direction of the bark. He gave prizes to servants
who disliked dogs, and when he heard that a man had drowned a
litter of pups he used to visit that person and try to marry his
daughter.
Now Fionn,
