New Hampshire, the Tiger and Brad Ferguson; What Happened Then (AFRTS) (19

Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen. A Bengal tiger named Prince Rajput, wait 462 pounds, 9 feet 7 inches long. A well-behaved tiger. Doesn't quite understand what he's doing in New Hampshire, but he's eating better than in the jungle.

And the job he's got with the circus isn't very taxing. Sit on a pedestal and snarl on cue. Ten minutes, three times a day. Simple life. Except one day, in 1842, he got mixed up in Fourth of July.

And change demands life for him. Tonight, my report to you on New Hampshire, the tiger and Brad Ferguson. What happened then? Crime classics. A series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time.

Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders. Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. Summer lay gently against New Hampshire in 1842, and the purple lalek stippled the fertile meadows.

Down from the White Mountains, the rivers ran swift and cool into glacier lakes, and the pine and maples grew tall. The slow and droning season of honeybee and saw bite into lumber and syrup dripping into pales and time drifting into rosy twilight and end to work and evenings.

And where the seven o'clock time touched the edge of Dover was a white frame house. In it Bradbury Ferguson and his wife Mary and they were performing a ritual of affection. And when we're done with the dishes Mary we'll walk into the evening away.

I'd like to. Mary. Yes? It's a sweet life you've given me. No more sweet than nine. There is another thing we should speak of. The child? The summer next, Mary. Well, then we can afford it.