In Plymouth, Vt.

A dark little shape moved in the night near a farmhouse in Plymouth, Vt. Rooting peacefully in the grassroots, it was suddenly aware of another, clamorous creature rushing at it, a barking dog. The door of the farmhouse opened and out came a little man who peered across the road into the night, disappeared indoors, reappeared accompanied by a woman with a bright light flashing in her hand. The little man was carrying a long dark object, a shotgun. While the dog, a chow called Tim, continued his barking, while the woman, Mrs. Calvin Coolidge, aimed her flashlight, the little man, Calvin Coolidge, raised his gun and pulled the trigger-- BLAM! The little night creature, a common skunk or polecat, rolled over on its side shuddering, dead. Calvin Coolidge went indoors again. Next day, when he left Plymouth after his 15-week vacation (he had the gun there to hunt partridges), all the world heard how Calvin Coolidge got his skunk.

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