From: Neil Smith Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 12:49:16 +0000 (+0100) Subject: Works with letters, added trimmed Lovecraft X-Git-Url: https://git.njae.me.uk/?a=commitdiff_plain;h=HEAD;p=name-generation.git Works with letters, added trimmed Lovecraft --- diff --git a/.gitignore b/.gitignore index 422c142..f9dd079 100644 --- a/.gitignore +++ b/.gitignore @@ -35,6 +35,9 @@ nosetests.xml .project .pydevproject +# IPython +.ipynb* + # Sublime text *.sublime-workspace diff --git a/markov/lovecraft-trimmed.txt b/markov/lovecraft-trimmed.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3ca9b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/markov/lovecraft-trimmed.txt @@ -0,0 +1,62391 @@ + + + +Introduction + +This is a book that contains stories written by Howard Phihps Lovecraft that is +beheved to be in the pubhc domain and were downloaded from the web. It was +not created for profit - only for the purpose of having the stories in a singular +location so as to be readily available for reading. The cover image is a 'doctored' +photo that I took at Saint Kevin's Monastery, Ireland. The image was altered +using the cartoon effect in GIMP. Use it as you wish. + + + +Notes On Writing Weird Fiction + +H. P. Lovecraft + +My reason for writing stories is to give myself the satisfaction of visualising more +clearly and detailedly and stably the vague, elusive, fragmentary impressions of +wonder, beauty, and adventurous expectancy which are conveyed to me by +certain sights (scenic, architectural, atmospheric, etc.), ideas, occurrences, and +images encountered in art and literature. I choose weird stories because they suit +my inclination best - one of my strongest and most persistent wishes being to +achieve, momentarily, the illusion of some strange suspension or violation of the +galling limitations of time, space, and natural law which forever imprison us and +frustrate our curiosity about the infinite cosmic spaces beyond the radius of our +sight and analysis. These stories frequently emphasise the element of horror +because fear is our deepest and strongest emotion, and the one which best lends +itself to the creation of Nature-defying illusions. Horror and the unknown or the +strange are always closely connected, so that it is hard to create a convincing +picture of shattered natural law or cosmic alienage or "outsideness" without +laying stress on the emotion of fear. The reason why time plays a great part in so +many of my tales is that this element looms up in my mind as the most +profoundly dramatic and grimly terrible thing in the universe. Conflict with time +seems to me the most potent and fruitful theme in all human expression. + +While my chosen form of story-writing is obviously a special and perhaps a +narrow one, it is none the less a persistent and permanent type of expression, as +old as literature itself. There will always be a certain small percentage of persons +who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to +escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted +lands of incredible adventure and infinite possibilities which dreams open up to +us, and which things like deep woods, fantastic urban towers, and flaming +sunsets momentarily suggest. These persons include great authors as well as +insignificant amateurs like myself - Dunsany, Poe, Arthur Machen, M. R. James, +Algernon Blackwood, and Walter de la Mare being typical masters in this field. + +As to how I write a story - there is no one way. Each one of my tales has a +different history. Once or twice I have literally written out a dream; but usually I +start with a mood or idea or image which I wish to express, and revolve it in my +mind until I can think of a good way of embodying it in some chain of dramatic +occurrences capable of being recorded in concrete terms. I tend to run through a +mental list of the basic conditions or situations best adapted to such a mood or +idea or image, and then begin to speculate on logical and naturally motivated + + + +explanations of the given mood or idea or image in terms of the basic condition +or situation chosen. + +The actual process of writing is of course as varied as the choice of theme and +initial conception; but if the history of all my tales were analysed, it is just +possible that the following set of rules might be deduced from the average +procedure: + +1) Prepare a synopsis or scenario of events in the order of their absolute +occurrence - not the order of their narration. Describe with enough fulness to +cover all vital points and motivate all incidents planned. Details, comments, and +estimates of consequences are sometimes desirable in this temporary framework + +2) Prepare a second synopsis or scenario of events - this one in order of narration +(not actual occurrence), with ample fulness and detail, and with notes as to +changing perspective, stresses, and climax. Change the original synopsis to fit if +such a change will increase the dramatic force or general effectiveness of the +story. Interpolate or delete incidents at will - never being bound by the original +conception even if the ultimate result be a tale wholly different from that first +planned. Let additions and alterations be made whenever suggested by anything +in the for mulating process. + +3) Write out the story - rapidly, fluently, and not too critically - following the +second or narrative-order synopsis. Change incidents and plot whenever the +developing process seems to suggest such change, never being bound by any +previous design. If the development suddenly reveals new opportunities for +dramatic effect or vivid story telling, add whatever is thought advantageous - +going back and reconciling the early parts to the new plan. Insert and delete +whole sections if necessary or desirable, trying different beginnings and endings +until the best arrangement is found. But be sure that all references throughout +the story are thoroughly reconciled with the final design. Remove all possible +superfluities - words, sentences, paragraphs, or whole episodes or elements - +observing the usual precautions about the reconciling of all references. + +4) Revise the entire text, paying attention to vocabulary, syntax, rhythm of prose, +proportioning of parts, niceties of tone, grace and convincingness of transitions +(scene to scene, slow and detailed action to rapid and sketchy time-covering +action and vice versa... etc., etc., etc.), effectiveness of beginning, ending, +climaxes, etc., dramatic suspense and interest, plausibility and atmosphere, and +various other elements. + +5) Prepare a neatly typed copy - not hesitating to add final revisory touches +where they seem in order. + + + +The first of these stages is often purely a mental one - a set of conditions and +happenings being worked out in my head, and never set down until I am ready +to prepare a detailed synopsis of events in order of narration. Then, too, I +sometimes begin even the actual writing before I know how I shall develop the +idea - this beginning forming a problem to be motivated and exploited. + +There are, I think, four distinct types of weird story; one expressing a mood or +feeling, another expressing a pictorial conception, a third expressing a general +situation, condition, legend or intellectual conception, and a fourth explaining a +definite tableau or specific dramatic situation or climax. In another way, weird +tales may be grouped into two rough categories - those in which the marvel or +horror concerns some condition or phenomenon, and those in which it concerns +some action of persons in connexion with a bizarre condition or phenomenon. + +Each weird story - to speak more particularly of the horror type - seems to +involve five definite elements: (a) some basic, underlying horror or abnormality - +condition, entity, etc. - , (b) the general effects or bearings of the horror, (c) the +mode of manifestation - object embodying the horror and phenomena observed - +, (d) the types of fear-reaction pertaining to the horror, and (e) the specific effects +of the horror in relation to the given set of conditions. + +In writing a weird story I always try very carefully to achieve the right mood and +atmosphere, and place the emphasis where it belongs. One cannot, except in +immature pulp charlatan-fiction, present an account of impossible, improbable, +or inconceivable phenomena as a commonplace narrative of objective acts and +conventional emotions. Inconceivable events and conditions have a special +handicap to over come, and this can be accomplished only through the +maintenance of a careful realism in every phase of the story except that touching +on the one given marvel. This marvel must be treated very impressively and +deliberately - with a careful emotional "build-up" - else it will seem flat and +unconvincing. Being the principal thing in the story, its mere existence should +overshadow the characters and events. But the characters and events must be +consistent and natural except where they touch the single marvel. In relation to +the central wonder, the characters should shew the same overwhelming emotion +which similar characters would shew toward such a wonder in real life. Never +have a wonder taken for granted. Even when the characters are supposed to be +accustomed to the wonder I try to weave an air of awe and impressiveness +corresponding to what the reader should feel. A casual style ruins any serious +fantasy. + +Atmosphere, not action, is the great desideratum of weird fiction. Indeed, all that +a wonder story can ever be is a vivid picture of a certain type of human mood. +The moment it tries to be anything else it becomes cheap, puerile, and + + + +unconvincing. Prime emphasis should be given to subtle suggestion - +imperceptible hints and touches of selective associative detail which express +shadings of moods and build up a vague illusion of the strange reality of the +unreal. Avoid bald catalogues of incredible happenings which can have no +substance or meaning apart from a sustaining cloud of colour and symbolism. + +These are the rules or standards which I have followed - consciously or +unconsciously - ever since I first attempted the serious writing of fantasy. That +my results are successful may well be disputed - but I feel at least sure that, had I +ignored the considerations mentioned in the last few paragraphs, they would +have been much worse than they are. + + + +History of the Necronomicon + +Written 1927 + +Published 1938 + +Original title Al Azif — azif being the word used by Arabs to designate that +nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos'd to be the howling of daemons. + +Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaa, in Yemen, who is said to +have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, circa 700 A.D. He +visited the ruins of Babylon and the subterranean secrets of Memphis and spent +ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia — the Roba el Khaliyeh or +"Empty Space" of the ancients — and "Dahna" or "Crimson" desert of the +modern Arabs, which is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and +monsters of death. Of this desert many strange and unbelievable marvels are told +by those who pretend to have penetrated it. In his last years Alhazred dwelt in +Damascus, where the Necronomicon (Al Azif) was written, and of his final death +or disappearance (738 A.D.) many terrible and conflicting things are told. He is +said by Ebn Khallikan (12th cent, biographer) to have been seized by an invisible +monster in broad daylight and devoured horribly before a large number of +fright-frozen witnesses. Of his madness many things are told. He claimed to have +seen fabulous Irem, or City of Pillars, and to have found beneath the ruins of a +certain nameless desert town the shocking annals and secrets of a race older than +mankind. He was only an indifferent Moslem, worshipping unknown entities +whom he called Yog-Sothoth and Cthulhu. + +In A.D. 950 the Azif, which had gained a considerable tho' surreptitious +circulation amongst the philosophers of the age, was secretly translated into +Greek by Theodorus Philetas of Constantinople under the title Necronomicon. +For a century it impelled certain experimenters to terrible attempts, when it was +suppressed and burnt by the patriarch Michael. After this it is only heard of +furtively, but (1228) Olaus Wormius made a Latin translation later in the Middle +Ages, and the Latin text was printed twice — once in the fifteenth century in +black-letter (evidently in Germany) and once in the seventeenth (prob. Spanish) +— both editions being without identifying marks, and located as to time and +place by internal typographical evidence only. The work both Latin and Greek +was banned by Pope Gregory IX in 1232, shortly after its Latin translation, which +called attention to it. The Arabic original was lost as early as Wormius' time, as +indicated by his prefatory note; and no sight of the Greek copy — which was +printed in Italy between 1500 and 1550 — has been reported since the burning of +a certain Salem man's library in 1692. An English translation made by Dr. Dee + + + +was never printed, and exists only in fragments recovered from the original +manuscript. Of the Latin texts now existing one (15th cent.) is known to be in the +British Museum under lock and key, while another (17th cent.) is in the +Bibliotheque Nationale at Paris. A seventeenth-century edition is in the Widener +Library at Harvard, and in the library of Miskatonic University at Arkham. Also +in the library of the University of Buenos Ayres. Numerous other copies +probably exist in secret, and a fifteenth-century one is persistently rumoured to +form part of the collection of a celebrated American millionaire. A still vaguer +rumour credits the preservation of a sixteenth-century Greek text in the Salem +family of Pickman; but if it was so preserved, it vanished with the artist R. U. +Pickman, who disappeared early in 1926. The book is rigidly suppressed by the +authorities of most countries, and by all branches of organised ecclesiasticism. +Reading leads to terrible consequences. It was from rumours of this book (of +which relatively few of the general public know) that R. W. Chambers is said to +have derived the idea of his early novel The King in Yellow. + +Chronology + +Al Azif written circa 730 A.D. at Damascus by Abdul Alhazred + +Tr. to Greek 950 A.D. as Necronomicon by Theodorus Philetas + +Burnt by Patriarch Michael 1050 (i.e., Greek text). Arabic text now lost. + +Olaus translates Gr. to Latin 1228 + +1232 Latin ed. (and Gr.) suppr. by Pope Gregory IX + +14... Black-letter printed edition (Germany) + +15. . . Gr. text printed in Italy + +16. . . Spanish reprint of Latin text + +This should be supplemented with a letter written to Clark Ashton Smith on +November 27, 1927: + +I have had no chance to produce new material this autumn, but have been +classifying notes & synopses in preparation for some monstrous tales later on. In +particular I have drawn up some data on the celebrated & unmentionable +Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred! It seems that this shocking +blasphemy was produced by a native of Sanaa, in Yemen, who flourished about +700 A.D. & made many mysterious pilgrimages to Babylon's ruins, Memphis's +catacombs, & the devil-haunted & untrodden wastes of the great southern +deserts of Arabia — the Roba el Khaliyeh, where he claimed to have found +records of things older than mankind, & to have learnt the worship of Yog- +Sothoth & Cthulhu. The book was a product of Abdul's old age, which was spent +in Damascus, & the original title was Al Azif — azif (cf. Henley's notes to +Vathek) being the name applied to those strange night noises (of insects) which +the Arabs attribute to the howling of daemons. Alhazred died — or disappeared + + + +— under terrible circumstances in the year 738. In 950 Al Azif was translated into +Greek by the Byzantine Theodorus Philetas under the title Necronomicon, & a +century later it was burnt at the order of Michael, Patriarch of Constantinople. It +was translated into Latin by Olaus in 1228, but placed on the Index +Expurgatorius by Pope Gregory IX in 1232. The original Arabic was lost before +Olaus' time, & the last known Greek copy perished in Salem in 1692. The work +was printed in the 15th, 16th, & 17th centuries, but few copies are extant. +Wherever existing, it is carefully guarded for the sake of the world's welfare & +sanity. Once a man read through the copy in the library of Miskatonic University +at Arkham — read it through & fled wild-eyed into the hills. . . but that is another +story! + +In yet another letter (to James Blish and William Miller, 1936), Lovecraft says: + +You are fortunate in securing copies of the hellish and abhorred Necronomicon. +Are they the Latin texts printed in Germany in the fifteenth century, or the Greek +version printed in Italy in 1567, or the Spanish translation of 1623? Or do these +copies represent different texts? + + + +At the Mountains of Madness + +Written Feb-22 Mar 1931 + +Published February-April 1936 in Astounding Stories, Vol. 16, No. 6 February +1936), p. 8-32; Vol. 17, No. 1 (March 1936), p. 125-55; Vol. 17, No. 2 (April 1936), p. +132-50. + + +I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice +without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for +opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic - with its vast fossil hunt +and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice caps. And I am the more +reluctant because my warning may be in vain. + +Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable; yet, if I suppressed +what will seem extravagant and incredible, there would be nothing left. The +hitherto withheld photographs, both ordinary and aerial, will count in my favor, +for they are damnably vivid and graphic. Still, they will be doubted because of +the great lengths to which clever fakery can be carried. The ink drawings, of +course, will be jeered at as obvious impostures, notwithstanding a strangeness of +technique which art experts ought to remark and puzzle over. + +In the end I must rely on the judgment and standing of the few scientific leaders +who have, on the one hand, sufficient independence of thought to weigh my data +on its own hideously convincing merits or in the light of certain primordial and +highly baffling myth cycles; and on the other hand, sufficient influence to deter +the exploring world in general from any rash and over-ambitious program in the +region of those mountains of madness. It is an unfortunate fact that relatively +obscure men like myself and my associates, connected only with a small +university, have little chance of making an impression where matters of a wildly +bizarre or highly controversial nature are concerned. + +It is further against us that we are not, in the strictest sense, specialists in the +fields which came primarily to be concerned. As a geologist, my object in leading +the Miskatonic University Expedition was wholly that of securing deep-level +specimens of rock and soil from various parts of the antarctic continent, aided by +the remarkable drill devised by Professor Frank H. Pabodie of our engineering +department. I had no wish to be a pioneer in any other field than this, but I did +hope that the use of this new mechanical appliance at different points along + + + +previously explored paths would bring to light materials of a sort hitherto +unreached by the ordinary methods of collection. + +Pabodie's drilling apparatus, as the public already knows from our reports, was +unique and radical in its lightness, portability, and capacity to combine the +ordinary artesian drill principle with the principle of the small circular rock drill +in such a way as to cope quickly with strata of varying hardness. Steel head, +jointed rods, gasoline motor, collapsible wooden derrick, dynamiting +paraphernalia, cording, rubbish- removal auger, and sectional piping for bores +five inches wide and up to one thousand feet deep all formed, with needed +accessories, no greater load than three seven-dog sledges could carry. This was +made possible by the clever aluminum alloy of which most of the metal objects +were fashioned. Four large Dornier aeroplanes, designed especially for the +tremendous altitude flying necessary on the antarctic plateau and with added +fuel-warming and quick-starting devices worked out by Pabodie, could transport +our entire expedition from a base at the edge of the great ice barrier to various +suitable inland points, and from these points a sufficient quota of dogs would +serve us. + +We planned to cover as great an area as one antarctic season - or longer, if +absolutely necessary - would permit, operating mostly in the mountain ranges +and on the plateau south of Ross Sea; regions explored in varying degree by +Shackleton, Amundsen, Scott, and Byrd. With frequent changes of camp, made +by aeroplane and involving distances great enough to be of geological +significance, we expected to unearth a quite unprecedented amount of material - +especially in the pre-Cambrian strata of which so narrow a range of antarctic +specimens had previously been secured. We wished also to obtain as great as +possible a variety of the upper fossiliferous rocks, since the primal life history of +this bleak realm of ice and death is of the highest importance to our knowledge +of the earth's past. That the antarctic continent was once temperate and even +tropical, with a teeming vegetable and animal life of which the lichens, marine +fauna, arachnida, and penguins of the northern edge are the only survivals, is a +matter of common information; and we hoped to expand that information in +variety, accuracy, and detail. When a simple boring revealed fossiliferous signs, +we would enlarge the aperture by blasting, in order to get specimens of suitable +size and condition. + +Our borings, of varying depth according to the promise held out by the upper +soil or rock, were to be confined to exposed, or nearly exposed, land surfaces - +these inevitably being slopes and ridges because of the mile or two-mile +thickness of solid ice overlying the lower levels. We could not afford to waste +drilling the depth of any considerable amount of mere glaciation, though +Pabodie had worked out a plan for sinking copper electrodes in thick clusters of + + + +borings and melting off limited areas of ice with current from a gasoline-driven +dynamo. It is this plan - which we could not put into effect except experimentally +on an expedition such as ours - that the coming Starkweather-Moore Expedition +proposes to follow, despite the warnings I have issued since our return from the +antarctic. + +The public knows of the Miskatonic Expedition through our frequent wireless +reports to the Arkham Advertiser and Associated Press, and through the later +articles of Pabodie and myself. We consisted of four men from the University - +Pabodie, Lake of the biology department, Atwood of the physics department - +also a meteorologist - and myself, representing geology and having nominal +command - besides sixteen assistants: seven graduate students from Miskatonic +and nine skilled mechanics. Of these sixteen, twelve were qualified aeroplane +pilots, all but two of whom were competent wireless operators. Eight of them +understood navigation with compass and sextant, as did Pabodie, Atwood, and +I. In addition, of course, our two ships - wooden ex-whalers, reinforced for ice +conditions and having auxiliary steam - were fully manned. + +The Nathaniel Derby Pickman Foundation, aided by a few special contributions, +financed the expedition; hence our preparations were extremely thorough, +despite the absence of great publicity. The dogs, sledges, machines, camp +materials, and unassembled parts of our five planes were delivered in Boston, +and there our ships were loaded. We were marvelously well-equipped for our +specific purposes, and in all matters pertaining to supplies, regimen, +transportation, and camp construction we profited by the excellent example of +our many recent and exceptionally brilliant predecessors. It was the unusual +number and fame of these predecessors which made our own expedition - ample +though it was - so little noticed by the world at large. + +As the newspapers told, we sailed from Boston Harbor on September 2nd, 1930, +taking a leisurely course down the coast and through the Panama Canal, and +stopping at Samoa and Hobart, Tasmania, at which latter place we took on final +supplies. None of our exploring party had ever been in the polar regions before, +hence we all relied greatly on our ship captains - J. B. Douglas, commanding the +brig Arkham, and serving as commander of the sea party, and Georg +Thorfinnssen, commanding the barque Miskatonic - both veteran whalers in +antarctic waters. + +As we left the inhabited world behind, the sun sank lower and lower in the +north, and stayed longer and longer above the horizon each day. At about 62° +South Latitude we sighted our first icebergs - table-like objects with vertical sides +- and just before reaching the antarctic circle, which we crossed on October 20th +with appropriately quaint ceremonies, we were considerably troubled with field + + + + +ice. The falling temperature bothered me considerably after our long voyage +through the tropics, but I tried to brace up for the worse rigors to come. On many +occasions the curious atmospheric effects enchanted me vastly; these including a +strikingly vivid mirage - the first I had ever seen - in which distant bergs became +the battlements of unimaginable cosmic castles. + +Pushing through the ice, which was fortunately neither extensive nor thickly +packed, we regained open water at South Latitude 67°, East Longitude 175° On +the morning of October 26th a strong land blink appeared on the south, and +before noon we all felt a thrill of excitement at beholding a vast, lofty, and snow- +clad mountain chain which opened out and covered the whole vista ahead. At +last we had encountered an outpost of the great unknown continent and its +cryptic world of frozen death. These peaks were obviously the Admiralty Range +discovered by Ross, and it would now be our task to round Cape Adare and sail +down the east coast of Victoria Land to our contemplated base on the shore of +McMurdo Sound, at the foot of the volcano Erebus in South Latitude 77° 9'. + +The last lap of the voyage was vivid and fancy-stirring. Great barren peaks of +mystery loomed up constantly against the west as the low northern sun of noon +or the still lower horizon-grazing southern sun of midnight poured its hazy +reddish rays over the white snow, bluish ice and water lanes, and black bits of +exposed granite slope. Through the desolate summits swept ranging, +intermittent gusts of the terrible antarctic wind; whose cadences sometimes held +vague suggestions of a wild and half-sentient musical piping, with notes +extending over a wide range, and which for some subconscious mnemonic +reason seemed to me disquieting and even dimly terrible. Something about the +scene reminded me of the strange and disturbing Asian paintings of Nicholas +Roerich, and of the still stranger and more disturbing descriptions of the evilly +fabled plateau of Leng which occur in the dreaded Necronomicon of the mad +Arab Abdul Alhazred. I was rather sorry, later on, that I had ever looked into +that monstrous book at the college library. + +On the 7th of November, sight of the westward range having been temporarily +lost, we passed Franklin Island; and the next day descried the cones of Mts. +Erebus and Terror on Ross Island ahead, with the long line of the Parry +Mountains beyond. There now stretched off to the east the low, white line of the +great ice barrier, rising perpendicularly to a height of two hundred feet like the +rocky cliffs of Quebec, and marking the end of southward navigation. In the +afternoon we entered McMurdo Sound and stood off the coast in the lee of +smoking Mt. Erebus. The scoriae peak towered up some twelve thousand, seven +hundred feet against the eastern sky, like a Japanese print of the sacred Fujiyama, +while beyond it rose the white, ghostlike height of Mt. Terror, ten thousand, nine +hundred feet in altitude, and now extinct as a volcano. + + + + +that + + +restlessly roll + + +currents + + +down Yaanek + + +cHmes + + +of the pole + + +roll + + +down Mount Yaanek + + + +Puffs of smoke from Erebus came intermittently, and one of the graduate +assistants - a brilliant young fellow named Danforth - pointed out what looked +like lava on the snowy slope, remarking that this mountain, discovered in 1840, +had undoubtedly been the source of Poe's image when he wrote seven years +later: + +the lavas + +Their sulphurous + +In the ultimate + +That groan as they + +In the realms of the boreal pole. + +Danforth was a great reader of bizarre material, and had talked a good deal of +Poe. I was interested myself because of the antarctic scene of Poe's only long +story - the disturbing and enigmatical Arthur Gordon Pym. On the barren shore, +and on the lofty ice barrier in the background, myriads of grotesque penguins +squawked and flapped their fins, while many fat seals were visible on the water, +swimming or sprawling across large cakes of slowly drifting ice. + +Using small boats, we effected a difficult landing on Ross Island shortly after +midnight on the morning of the 9th, carrying a line of cable from each of the +ships and preparing to unload supplies by means of a breeches-buoy +arrangement. Our sensations on first treading Antarctic soil were poignant and +complex, even though at this particular point the Scott and Shackleton +expeditions had preceded us. Our camp on the frozen shore below the volcano's +slope was only a provisional one, headquarters being kept aboard the Arkham. +We landed all our drilling apparatus, dogs, sledges, tents, provisions, gasoline +tanks, experimental ice-melting outfit, cameras, both ordinary and aerial, +aeroplane parts, and other accessories, including three small portable wireless +outfits - besides those in the planes - capable of communicating with the +Arkham's large outfit from any part of the antarctic continent that we would be +likely to visit. The ship's outfit, communicating with the outside world, was to +convey press reports to the Arkham Advertiser's powerful wireless station on +Kingsport Head, Massachusetts. We hoped to complete our work during a single +antarctic summer; but if this proved impossible, we would winter on the +Arkham, sending the Miskatonic north before the freezing of the ice for another +summer's supplies. + +I need not repeat what the newspapers have already published about our early +work: of our ascent of Mt. Erebus; our successful mineral borings at several +points on Ross Island and the singular speed with which Pabodie's apparatus +accomplished them, even through solid rock layers; our provisional test of the +small ice-melting equipment; our perilous ascent of the great barrier with sledges + + + + +and supplies; and our final assembling of five huge aeroplanes at the camp atop +the barrier. The health of our land party - twenty men and fifty-five Alaskan +sledge dogs - was remarkable, though of course we had so far encountered no +really destructive temperatures or windstorms. For the most part, the +thermometer varied between zero and 20° or 25° above, and our experience with +New England winters had accustomed us to rigors of this sort. The barrier camp +was semi-permanent, and destined to be a storage cache for gasoline, provisions, +dynamite, and other supplies. + +Only four of our planes were needed to carry the actual exploring material, the +fifth being left with a pilot and two men from the ships at the storage cache to +form a means of reaching us from the Arkham in case all our exploring planes +were lost. Later, when not using all the other planes for moving apparatus, we +would employ one or two in a shuttle transportation service between this cache +and another permanent base on the great plateau from six hundred to seven +hundred miles southward, beyond Beardmore Glacier. Despite the almost +unanimous accounts of appalling winds and tempests that pour down from the +plateau, we determined to dispense with intermediate bases, taking our chances +in the interest of economy and probable efficiency. + +Wireless reports have spoken of the breathtaking, four-hour, nonstop flight of +our squadron on November 21st over the lofty shelf ice, with vast peaks rising on +the west, and the unfathomed silences echoing to the sound of our engines. Wind +troubled us only moderately, and our radio compasses helped us through the +one opaque fog we encountered. When the vast rise loomed ahead, between +Latitudes 83° and 84°, we knew we had reached Beardmore Glacier, the largest +valley glacier in the world, and that the frozen sea was now giving place to a +frowning and mountainous coast line. At last we were truly entering the white, +aeon-dead world of the ultimate south. Even as we realized it we saw the peak of +Mt. Nansen in the eastern distance, towering up to its height of almost fifteen +thousand feet. + +The successful establishment of the southern base above the glacier in Latitude +86° 7', East Longitude 174° 23', and the phenomenally rapid and effective borings +and blastings made at various points reached by our sledge trips and short +aeroplane flights, are matters of history; as is the arduous and triumphant ascent +of Mt. Nansen by Pabodie and two of the graduate students - Gedney and +Carroll - on December 13 - 15. We were some eight thousand, five hundred feet +above sea-level, and when experimental drillings revealed solid ground only +twelve feet down through the snow and ice at certain points, we made +considerable use of the small melting apparatus and sunk bores and performed +dynamiting at many places where no previous explorer had ever thought of +securing mineral specimens. The pre-Cambrian granites and beacon sandstones + + + + +thus obtained confirmed our belief that this plateau was homogeneous, with the +great bulk of the continent to the west, but somewhat different from the parts +lying eastward below South America - which we then thought to form a separate +and smaller continent divided from the larger one by a frozen junction of Ross +and Weddell Seas, though Byrd has since disproved the hypothesis. + +In certain of the sandstones, dynamited and chiseled after boring revealed their +nature, we found some highly interesting fossil markings and fragments; notably +ferns, seaweeds, trilobites, crinoids, and such moUusks as linguellae and +gastropods - all of which seemed of real significance in connection with the +region's primordial history. There was also a queer triangular, striated marking, +about a foot in greatest diameter, which Lake pieced together from three +fragments of slate brought up from a deep-blasted aperture. These fragments +came from a point to the westward, near the Queen Alexandra Range; and Lake, +as a biologist, seemed to find their curious marking unusually puzzling and +provocative, though to my geological eye it looked not unlike some of the ripple +effects reasonably common in the sedimentary rocks. Since slate is no more than +a metamorphic formation into which a sedimentary stratum is pressed, and since +the pressure itself produces odd distorting effects on any markings which may +exist, I saw no reason for extreme wonder over the striated depression. + +On January 6th, 1931, Lake, Pabodie, Danforth, the other six students, and myself +flew directly over the south pole in two of the great planes, being forced down +once by a sudden high wind, which, fortunately, did not develop into a typical +storm. This was, as the papers have stated, one of several observation flights, +during others of which we tried to discern new topographical features in areas +unreached by previous explorers. Our early flights were disappointing in this +latter respect, though they afforded us some magnificent examples of the richly +fantastic and deceptive mirages of the polar regions, of which our sea voyage +had given us some brief foretastes. Distant mountains floated in the sky as +enchanted cities, and often the whole white world would dissolve into a gold, +silver, and scarlet land of Dunsanian dreams and adventurous expectancy under +the magic of the low midnight sun. On cloudy days we had considerable trouble +in flying owing to the tendency of snowy earth and sky to merge into one +mystical opalescent void with no visible horizon to mark the junction of the two. + +At length we resolved to carry out our original plan of flying five hundred miles +eastward with all four exploring planes and establishing a fresh sub-base at a +point which would probably be on the smaller continental division, as we +mistakenly conceived it. Geological specimens obtained there would be desirable +for purposes of comparison. Our health so far had remained excellent - lime juice +well offsetting the steady diet of tinned and salted food, and temperatures +generally above zero enabling us to do without our thickest furs. It was now + + + + +midsummer, and with haste and care we might be able to conclude work by +March and avoid a tedious wintering through the long antarctic night. Several +savage windstorms had burst upon us from the west, but we had escaped +damage through the skill of Atwood in devising rudimentary aeroplane shelters +and windbreaks of heavy snow blocks, and reinforcing the principal camp +buildings with snow. Our good luck and efficiency had indeed been almost +uncanny. + +The outside world knew, of course, of our program, and was told also of Lake's +strange and dogged insistence on a westward - or rather, northwestward - +prospecting trip before our radical shift to the new base. It seems that he had +pondered a great deal, and with alarmingly radical daring, over that triangular +striated marking in the slate; reading into it certain contradictions in nature and +geological period which whetted his curiosity to the utmost, and made him avid +to sink more borings and blastings in the west- stretching formation to which the +exhumed fragments evidently belonged. He was strangely convinced that the +marking was the print of some bulky, unknown, and radically unclassifiable +organism of considerably advanced evolution, notwithstanding that the rock +which bore it was of so vastly ancient a date - Cambrian if not actually pre- +Cambrian - as to preclude the probable existence not only of all highly evolved +life, but of any life at all above the unicellular or at most the trilobite stage. These +fragments, with their odd marking, must have been five hundred million to a +thousand million years old. + + +Popular imagination, I judge, responded actively to our wireless bulletins of +Lake's start northwestward into regions never trodden by human foot or +penetrated by human imagination, though we did not mention his wild hopes of +revolutionizing the entire sciences of biology and geology. His preliminary +sledging and boring journey of January 11th to 18th with Pabodie and five others +- marred by the loss of two dogs in an upset when crossing one of the great +pressure ridges in the ice - had brought up more and more of the Archaean slate; +and even I was interested by the singular profusion of evident fossil markings in +that unbelievably ancient stratum. These markings, however, were of very +primitive life forms involving no great paradox except that any life forms should +occur in rock as definitely pre-Cambrian as this seemed to be; hence I still failed +to see the good sense of Lake's demand for an interlude in our time- saving +program - an interlude requiring the use of all four planes, many men, and the +whole of the expedition's mechanical apparatus. I did not, in the end, veto the +plan, though I decided not to accompany the northwestward party despite +Lake's plea for my geological advice. While they were gone, I would remain at +the base with Pabodie and five men and work out final plans for the eastward + + + + +shift. In preparation for this transfer, one of the planes had begun to move up a +good gasohne supply from McMurdo Sound; but this could wait temporarily. I +kept with me one sledge and nine dogs, since it is unwise to be at any time +without possible transportation in an utterly tenantless world of aeon-long +death. + +Lake's sub-expedition into the unknown, as everyone will recall, sent out its own +reports from the shortwave transmitters on the planes; these being +simultaneously picked up by our apparatus at the southern base and by the +Arkham at McMurdo Sound, whence they were relayed to the outside world on +wave lengths up to fifty meters. The start was made January 22nd at 4 A.M., and +the first wireless message we received came only two hours later, when Lake +spoke of descending and starting a small- scale ice-melting and bore at a point +some three hundred miles away from us. Six hours after that a second and very +excited message told of the frantic, beaver-like work whereby a shallow shaft +had been sunk and blasted, culminating in the discovery of slate fragments with +several markings approximately like the one which had caused the original +puzzlement. + +Three hours later a brief bulletin announced the resumption of the flight in the +teeth of a raw and piercing gale; and when I dispatched a message of protest +against further hazards. Lake replied curtly that his new specimens made any +hazard worth taking. I saw that his excitement had reached the point of mutiny, +and that I could do nothing to check this headlong risk of the whole expedition's +success; but it was appalling to think of his plunging deeper and deeper into that +treacherous and sinister white immensity of tempests and unfathomed mysteries +which stretched off for some fifteen hundred miles to the half-known, half- +suspected coast line of Queen Mary and Knox Lands. + +Then, in about an hour and a half more, came that doubly excited message from +Lake's moving plane, which almost reversed my sentiments and made me wish I +had accompanied the party: + +"10:05 P.M. On the wing. After snowstorm, have spied mountain range ahead +higher than any hitherto seen. May equal Himalayas, allowing for height of +plateau. Probable Latitude 76° 15', Longitude 113° 10' E. Reaches far as can see to +right and left. Suspicion of two smoking cones. All peaks black and bare of snow. +Gale blowing off them impedes navigation." + +After that Pabodie, the men and I hung breathlessly over the receiver. Thought of +this titanic mountain rampart seven hundred miles away inflamed our deepest +sense of adventure; and we rejoiced that our expedition, if not ourselves +personally, had been its discoverers. In half an hour Lake called us again: + + + + +"Moulton's plane forced down on plateau in foothills, but nobody hurt and +perhaps can repair. Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or further +moves if necessary, but no more heavy plane travel needed just now. Mountains +surpass anything in imagination. Am going up scouting in Carroll's plane, with +all weight out. + +"You can't imagine anything like this. Highest peaks must go over thirty-five +thousand feet. Everest out of the running. Atwood to work out height with +theodolite while Carroll and I go up. Probably wrong about cones, for formations +look stratified. Possibly pre-Cambrian slate with other strata mixed in. Queer +skyline effects - regular sections of cubes clinging to highest peaks. Whole thing +marvelous in red-gold light of low sun. Like land of mystery in a dream or +gateway to forbidden world of untrodden wonder. Wish you were here to +study." + +Though it was technically sleeping time, not one of us listeners thought for a +moment of retiring. It must have been a good deal the same at McMurdo Sound, +where the supply cache and the Arkham were also getting the messages; for +Captain Douglas gave out a call congratulating everybody on the important find, +and Sherman, the cache operator, seconded his sentiments. We were sorry, of +course, about the damaged aeroplane, but hoped it could be easily mended. +Then, at 11 P.M., came another call from Lake: + +"Up with Carroll over highest foothills. Don't dare try really tall peaks in present +weather, but shall later. Frightful work climbing, and hard going at this altitude, +but worth it. Great range fairly solid, hence can't get any glimpses beyond. Main +summits exceed Himalayas, and very queer. Range looks like pre-Cambrian +slate, with plain signs of many other upheaved strata. Was wrong about +volcanism. Goes farther in either direction than we can see. Swept clear of snow +above about twenty-one thousand feet. + +"Odd formations on slopes of highest mountains. Great low square blocks with +exactly vertical sides, and rectangular lines of low, vertical ramparts, like the old +Asian castles clinging to steep mountains in Roerich's paintings. Impressive from +distance. Flew close to some, and Carroll thought they were formed of smaller +separate pieces, but that is probably weathering. Most edges crumbled and +rounded off as if exposed to storms and climate changes for millions of years. +"Parts, especially upper parts, seem to be of lighter-colored rock than any visible +strata on slopes proper, hence of evidently crystalline origin. Close flying shows +many cave mouths, some unusually regular in outline, square or semicircular. +You must come and investigate. Think I saw rampart squarely on top of one +peak. Height seems about thirty thousand to thirty-five thousand feet. Am up +twenty-one thousand, five hundred myself, in devilish, gnawing cold. Wind + + + + +whistles and pipes through passes and in and out of caves, but no flying danger +so far." + +From then on for another half hour Lake kept up a running fire of comment, and +expressed his intention of climbing some of the peaks on foot. I replied that I +would join him as soon as he could send a plane, and that Pabodie and I would +work out the best gasoline plan - just where and how to concentrate our supply +in view of the expedition's altered character. Obviously, Lake's boring +operations, as well as his aeroplane activities, would require a great deal for the +new base which he planned to establish at the foot of the mountains; and it was +possible that the eastward flight might not be made, after all, this season. In +connection with this business I called Captain Douglas and asked him to get as +much as possible out of the ships and up the barrier with the single dog team we +had left there. A direct route across the unknown region between Lake and +McMurdo Sound was what we really ought to establish. + +Lake called me later to say that he had decided to let the camp stay where +Moulton's plane had been forced down, and where repairs had already +progressed somewhat. The ice sheet was very thin, with dark ground here and +there visible, and he would sink some borings and blasts at that very point before +making any sledge trips or climbing expeditions. He spoke of the ineffable +majesty of the whole scene, and the queer state of his sensations at being in the +lee of vast, silent pinnacles whose ranks shot up like a wall reaching the sky at +the world's rim. Atwood's theodolite observations had placed the height of the +five tallest peaks at from thirty thousand to thirty-four thousand feet. The +windswept nature of the terrain clearly disturbed Lake, for it argued the +occasional existence of prodigious gales, violent beyond anything we had so far +encountered. His camp lay a little more than five miles from where the higher +foothills rose abruptly. I could almost trace a note of subconscious alarm in his +words-flashed across a glacial void of seven hundred miles - as he urged that we +all hasten with the matter and get the strange, new region disposed of as soon as +possible. He was about to rest now, after a continuous day's work of almost +unparalleled speed, strenuousness, and results. + +In the morning I had a three-cornered wireless talk with Lake and Captain +Douglas at their widely separated bases. It was agreed that one of Lake's planes +would come to my base for Pabodie, the five men, and myself, as well as for all +the fuel it could carry. The rest of the fuel question, depending on our decision +about an easterly trip, could wait for a few days, since Lake had enough for +immediate camp heat and borings. Eventually the old southern base ought to be +restocked, but if we postponed the easterly trip we would not use it till the next +summer, and, meanwhile. Lake must send a plane to explore a direct route +between his new mountains and McMurdo Sound. + + + + +Pabodie and I prepared to close our base for a short or long period, as the case +might be. If we wintered in the antarctic we would probably fly straight from +Lake's base to the Arkham without returning to this spot. Some of our conical +tents had already been reinforced by blocks of hard snow, and now we decided +to complete the job of making a permanent village. Owing to a very liberal tent +supply. Lake had with him all that his base would need, even after our arrival. I +wirelessed that Pabodie and I would be ready for the northwestward move after +one day's work and one night's rest. + +Our labors, however, were not very steady after 4 P.M., for about that time Lake +began sending in the most extraordinary and excited messages. His working day +had started unpropitiously, since an aeroplane survey of the nearly-exposed rock +surfaces showed an entire absence of those Archaean and primordial strata for +which he was looking, and which formed so great a part of the colossal peaks +that loomed up at a tantalizing distance from the camp. Most of the rocks +glimpsed were apparently Jurassic and Comanchian sandstones and Permian +and Triassic schists, with now and then a glossy black outcropping suggesting a +hard and slaty coal. This rather discouraged Lake, whose plans all hinged on +unearthing specimens more than five hundred million years older. It was clear to +him that in order to recover the Archaean slate vein in which he had found the +odd markings, he would have to make a long sledge trip from these foothills to +the steep slopes of the gigantic mountains themselves. + +He had resolved, nevertheless, to do some local boring as part of the expedition's +general program; hence he set up the drill and put five men to work with it while +the rest finished settling the camp and repairing the damaged aeroplane. The +softest visible rock - a sandstone about a quarter of a mile from the camp - had +been chosen for the first sampling; and the drill made excellent progress without +much supplementary blasting. It was about three hours afterward, following the +first really heavy blast of the operation, that the shouting of the drill crew was +heard; and that young Gedney - the acting foreman - rushed into the camp with +the startling news. + +They had struck a cave. Early in the boring the sandstone had given place to a +vein of Comanchian limestone, full of minute fossil cephalopods, corals, echini, +and spirifera, and with occasional suggestions of siliceous sponges and marine +vertebrate bones - the latter probably of teleosts, sharks, and ganoids. This, in +itself, was important enough, as affording the first vertebrate fossils the +expedition had yet secured; but when shortly afterward the drill head dropped +through the stratum into apparent vacancy, a wholly new and doubly intense +wave of excitement spread among the excavators. A good-sized blast had laid +open the subterrene secret; and now, through a jagged aperture perhaps five feet +across and three feet thick, there yawned before the avid searchers a section of + + + + +shallow limestone hollowing worn more than fifty million years ago by the +trickling ground waters of a bygone tropic world. + +The hollowed layer was not more than seven or eight feet deep but extended off +indefinitely in all directions and had a fresh, slightly moving air which suggested +its membership in an extensive subterranean system. Its roof and floor were +abundantly equipped with large stalactites and stalagmites, some of which met +in columnar form: but important above all else was the vast deposit of shells and +bones, which in places nearly choked the passage. Washed down from unknown +jungles of Mesozoic tree ferns and fungi, and forests of Tertiary cycads, fan +palms, and primitive angiosperms, this osseous medley contained +representatives of more Cretaceous, Eocene, and other animal species than the +greatest paleontologist could have counted or classified in a year. Mollusks, +crustacean armor, fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and early mammals - great +and small, known and unknown. No wonder Gedney ran back to the camp +shouting, and no wonder everyone else dropped work and rushed headlong +through the biting cold to where the tall derrick marked a new-found gateway to +secrets of inner earth and vanished aeons. + +When Lake had satisfied the first keen edge of his curiosity, he scribbled a +message in his notebook and had young Moulton run back to the camp to +dispatch it by wireless. This was my first word of the discovery, and it told of the +identification of early shells, bones of ganoids and placoderms, remnants of +labyrinthodonts and thecodonts, great mosasaur skull fragments, dinosaur +vertebrae and armor plates, pterodactyl teeth and wing bones, Archaeopteryx +debris, Miocene sharks' teeth, primitive bird skulls, and other bones of archaic +mammals such as palaeotheres, Xiphodons, Eohippi, Oreodons, and titanotheres. +There was nothing as recent as a mastodon, elephant, true camel, deer, or bovine +animal; hence Lake concluded that the last deposits had occurred during the +Oligocene Age, and that the hollowed stratum had lain in its present dried, dead, +and inaccessible state for at least thirty million years. + +On the other hand, the prevalence of very early life forms was singular in the +highest degree. Though the limestone formation was, on the evidence of such +typical imbedded fossils as ventriculites, positively and unmistakably +Comanchian and not a particle earlier, the free fragments in the hollow space +included a surprising proportion from organisms hitherto considered as peculiar +to far older periods - even rudimentary fishes, mollusks, and corals as remote as +the Silunan or Ordovician. The inevitable inference was that in this part of the +world there had been a remarkable and unique degree of continuity between the +life of over three hundred million years ago and that of only thirty million years +ago. How far this continuity had extended beyond the Oligocene Age when the +cavern was closed was of course past all speculation. In any event, the coming of + + + + +the frightful ice in the Pleistocene some five hundred thousand years ago - a +mere yesterday as compared with the age of this cavity - must have put an end to +any of the primal forms which had locally managed to outlive their common +terms. + +Lake was not content to let his first message stand, but had another bulletin +written and dispatched across the snow to the camp before Moulton could get +back. After that Moulton stayed at the wireless in one of the planes, transmitting +to me - and to the Arkham for relaying to the outside world - the frequent +postscripts which Lake sent him by a succession of messengers. Those who +followed the newspapers will remember the excitement created among men of +science by that afternoon's reports - reports which have finally led, after all these +years, to the organization of that very Starkweather-Moore Expedition which I +am so anxious to dissuade from its purposes. I had better give the messages +literally as Lake sent them, and as our base operator McTighe translated them +from the pencil shorthand: + +"Fowler makes discovery of highest importance in sandstone and limestone +fragments from blasts. Several distinct triangular striated prints like those in +Archaean slate, proving that source survived from over six hundred million +years ago to Comanchian times without more than moderate morphological +changes and decrease in average size. Comanchian prints apparently more +primitive or decadent, if anything, than older ones. Emphasize importance of +discovery in press. Will mean to biology what Einstein has meant to mathematics +and physics. Joins up with my previous work and amplifies conclusions. + +"Appears to indicate, as I suspected, that earth has seen whole cycle or cycles of +organic life before known one that begins with Archaeozoic cells. Was evolved +and specialized not later than a thousand million years ago, when planet was +young and recently uninhabitable for any life forms or normal protoplasmic +structure. Question arises when, where, and how development took place." + +"Later. Examining certain skeletal fragments of large land and marine saurians +and primitive mammals, find singular local wounds or injuries to bony structure +not attributable to any known predatory or carnivorous animal of any period, of +two sorts - straight, penetrant bores, and apparently hacking incisions. One or +two cases of cleanly severed bones. Not many specimens affected. Am sending to +camp for electric torches. Will extend search area underground by hacking away +stalactites." + +"Still later. Have found peculiar soapstone fragment about six inches across and +an inch and a half thick, wholly unlike any visible local formation - greenish, but +no evidences to place its period. Has curious smoothness and regularity. Shaped + + + + +like five-pointed star with tips broken off, and signs of other cleavage at inward +angles and in center of surface. Small, smooth depression in center of unbroken +surface. Arouses much curiosity as to source and weathering. Probably some +freak of water action. Carroll, with magnifier, thinks he can make out additional +markings of geologic significance. Groups of tiny dots in regular patterns. Dogs +growing uneasy as we work, and seem to hate this soapstone. Must see if it has +any peculiar odor. Will report again when Mills gets back with light and we start +on underground area." + +"10:15 P.M. Important discovery. Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground +at 9:45 with light, found monstrous barrel-shaped fossil of wholly unknown +nature; probably vegetable unless overgrown specimen of unknown marine +radiata. Tissue evidently preserved by mineral salts. Tough as leather, but +astonishing flexibility retained in places. Marks of broken-off parts at ends and +around sides. Six feet end to end, three and five- tenths feet central diameter, +tapering to one foot at each end. Like a barrel with five bulging ridges in place of +staves. Lateral breakages, as of thinnish stalks, are at equator in middle of these +ridges. In furrows between ridges are curious growths - combs or wings that fold +up and spread out like fans. All greatly damaged but one, which gives almost +seven-foot wing spread. Arrangement reminds one of certain monsters of primal +myth, especially fabled Elder Things in Necronomicon. + +"Their wings seem to be membranous, stretched on frame work of glandular +tubing. Apparent minute orifices in frame tubing at wing tips. Ends of body +shriveled, giving no clue to interior or to what has been broken off there. Must +dissect when we get back to camp. Can't decide whether vegetable or animal. +Many features obviously of almost incredible primitiveness. Have set all hands +cutting stalactites and looking for further specimens. Additional scarred bones +found, but these must wait. Having trouble with dogs. They can't endure the +new specimen, and would probably tear it to pieces if we didn't keep it at a +distance from them." + +"11:30 P.M. Attention, Dyer, Pabodie, Douglas. Matter of highest - I might say +transcendent - importance. Arkham must relay to Kingsport Head Station at +once. Strange barrel growth is the Archaean thing that left prints in rocks. Mills, +Boudreau, and Fowler discover cluster of thirteen more at underground point +forty feet from aperture. Mixed with curiously rounded and configured +soapstone fragments smaller than one previously found - star-shaped, but no +marks of breakage except at some of the points. + +"Of organic specimens, eight apparently perfect, with all appendages. Have +brought all to surface, leading off dogs to distance. They cannot stand the things. + + + + +Give close attention to description and repeat back for accuracy Papers must get +this right. + +"Objects are eight feet long all over. Six-foot, five-ridged barrel torso three and +five-tenths feet central diameter, one foot end diameters. Dark gray, flexible, and +infinitely tough. Seven-foot membranous wings of same color, found folded, +spread out of furrows between ridges. Wing framework tubular or glandular, of +lighter gray, with orifices at wing tips. Spread wings have serrated edge. Around +equator, one at central apex of each of the five vertical, stave-like ridges are five +systems of light gray flexible arms or tentacles found tightly folded to torso but +expansible to maximum length of over three feet. Like arms of primitive crinoid. +Single stalks three inches diameter branch after six inches into five substalks, +each of which branches after eight inches into small, tapering tentacles or +tendrils, giving each stalk a total of twenty-five tentacles. + +"At top of torso blunt, bulbous neck of lighter gray, with gill-like suggestions, +holds yellowish five-pointed starfish-shaped apparent head covered with three- +inch wiry cilia of various prismatic colors. + +"Head thick and puffy, about two feet point to point, with three-inch flexible +yellowish tubes projecting from each point. Slit in exact center of top probably +breathing aperture. At end of each tube is spherical expansion where yellowish +membrane rolls back on handling to reveal glassy, red-irised globe, evidently an +eye. + +"Five slightly longer reddish tubes start from inner angles of starfish-shaped +head and end in saclike swellings of same color which, upon pressure, open to +bell-shaped orifices two inches maximum diameter and lined with sharp, white +tooth like projections - probably mouths. All these tubes, cilia, and points of +starfish head, found folded tightly down; tubes and points clinging to bulbous +neck and torso. Flexibility surprising despite vast toughness. + +"At bottom of torso, rough but dissimilarly functioning counterparts of head +arrangements exist. Bulbous light-gray pseudo-neck, without gill suggestions, +holds greenish five-pointed starfish arrangement. + +"Tough, muscular arms four feet long and tapering from seven inches diameter +at base to about two and five-tenths at point. To each point is attached small end +of a greenish five- veined membranous triangle eight inches long and six wide at +farther end. This is the paddle, fin, or pseudofoot which has made prints in rocks +from a thousand million to fifty or sixty million years old. + + + + +"From inner angles of starfish arrangement project two-foot reddish tubes +tapering from three inches diameter at base to one at tip. Orifices at tips. All +these parts infinitely tough and leathery, but extremely flexible. Four-foot arms +with paddles undoubtedly used for locomotion of some sort, marine or +otherwise. When moved, display suggestions of exaggerated muscularity. As +found, all these projections tightly folded over pseudoneck and end of torso, +corresponding to projections at other end. + +"Cannot yet assign positively to animal or vegetable kingdom, but odds now +favor animal. Probably represents incredibly advanced evolution of radiata +without loss of certain primitive features. Echinoderm resemblances +unmistakable despite local contradictory evidences. + +"Wing structure puzzles in view of probable marine habitat, but may have use in +water navigation. Symmetry is curiously vegetablelike, suggesting vegetable 's +essential up-and- down structure rather than animal's fore-and-aft structure. +Fabulously early date of evolution, preceding even simplest Archaean protozoa +hitherto known, baffles all conjecture as to origin. + +"Complete specimens have such uncanny resemblance to certain creatures of +primal myth that suggestion of ancient existence outside antarctic becomes +inevitable. Dyer and Pabodie have read Necronomicon and seen Clark Ashton +Smith's nightmare paintings based on text, and will understand when I speak of +Elder Things supposed to have created all earth life as jest or mistake. Students +have always thought conception formed from morbid imaginative treatment of +very ancient tropical radiata. Also like prehistoric folklore things Wilmarth has +spoken of - Cthulhu cult appendages, etc. + +"Vast field of study opened. Deposits probably of late Cretaceous or early Eocene +period, judging from associated specimens. Massive stalagmites deposited above +them. Hard work hewing out, but toughness prevented damage. State of +preservation miraculous, evidently owing to limestone action. No more found so +far, but will resume search later. Job now to get fourteen huge specimens to camp +without dogs, which bark furiously and can't be trusted near them. + +"With nine men - three left to guard the dogs - we ought to manage the three +sledges fairly well, though wind is bad. Must establish plane communication +with McMurdo Sound and begin shipping material. But I've got to dissect one of +these things before we take any rest. Wish I had a real laboratory here. Dyer +better kick himself for having tried to stop my westward trip. First the world's +greatest mountains, and then this. If this last isn't the high spot of the expedition, +I don't know what is. We're made scientifically. Congrats, Pabodie, on the drill +that opened up the cave. Now will Arkham please repeat description?" + + + + +The sensations of Pabodie and myself at receipt of this report were almost +beyond description, nor were our companions much behind us in enthusiasm. +McTighe, who had hastily translated a few high spots as they came from the +droning receiving set, wrote out the entire message from his shorthand version +as soon as Lake's operator signed off. All appreciated the epoch-making +significance of the discovery, and I sent Lake congratulations as soon as the +Arkham's operator had repeated back the descriptive parts as requested; and my +example was followed by Sherman from his station at the McMurdo Sound +supply cache, as well as by Captain Douglas of the Arkham. Later, as head of the +expedition, I added some remarks to be relayed through the Arkham to the +outside world. Of course, rest was an absurd thought amidst this excitement; and +my only wish was to get to Lake's camp as quickly as I could. It disappointed me +when he sent word that a rising mountain gale made early aerial travel +impossible. + +But within an hour and a half interest again rose to banish disappointment. Lake, +sending more messages, told of the completely successful transportation of the +fourteen great specimens to the camp. It had been a hard pull, for the things were +surprisingly heavy; but nine men had accomplished it very neatly. Now some of +the party were hurriedly building a snow corral at a safe distance from the camp, +to which the dogs could be brought for greater convenience in feeding. The +specimens were laid out on the hard snow near the camp, save for one on which +Lake was making crude attempts at dissection. + +This dissection seemed to be a greater task than had been expected, for, despite +the heat of a gasoline stove in the newly raised laboratory tent, the deceptively +flexible tissues of the chosen specimen - a powerful and intact one - lost nothing +of their more than leathery toughness. Lake was puzzled as to how he might +make the requisite incisions without violence destructive enough to upset all the +structural niceties he was looking for. He had, it is true, seven more perfect +specimens; but these were too few to use up recklessly unless the cave might +later yield an unlimited supply. Accordingly he removed the specimen and +dragged in one which, though having remnants of the starfish arrangements at +both ends, was badly crushed and partly disrupted along one of the great torso +furrows. + +Results, quickly reported over the wireless, were baffling and provocative +indeed. Nothing like delicacy or accuracy was possible with instruments hardly +able to cut the anomalous tissue, but the little that was achieved left us all awed +and bewildered. Existing biology would have to be wholly revised, for this thing +was no product of any cell growth science knows about. There had been scarcely +any mineral replacement, and despite an age of perhaps forty million years, the +internal organs were wholly intact. The leathery, undeteriorative, and almost + + + + +indestructible quality was an inherent attribute of the thing's form of +organization, and pertained to some paleogean cycle of invertebrate evolution +utterly beyond our powers of speculation. At first all that Lake found was dry, +but as the heated tent produced its thawing effect, organic moisture of pungent +and offensive odor was encountered toward the thing's uninjured side. It was +not blood, but a thick, dark-green fluid apparently answering the same purpose. +By the time Lake reached this stage, all thirty-seven dogs had been brought to the +still uncompleted corral near the camp, and even at that distance set up a savage +barking and show of restlessness at the acrid, diffusive smell. + +Far from helping to place the strange entity, this provisional dissection merely +deepened its mystery. All guesses about its external members had been correct, +and on the evidence of these one could hardly hesitate to call the thing animal; +but internal inspection brought up so many vegetable evidences that Lake was +left hopelessly at sea. It had digestion and circulation, and eliminated waste +matter through the reddish tubes of its starfish-shaped base. Cursorily, one +would say that its respiration apparatus handled oxygen rather than carbon +dioxide, and there were odd evidences of air-storage chambers and methods of +shifting respiration from the external orifice to at least two other fully developed +breathing systems - gills and pores. Clearly, it was amphibian, and probably +adapted to long airless hibernation periods as well. Vocal organs seemed present +in connection with the main respiratory system, but they presented anomalies +beyond immediate solution. Articulate speech, in the sense of syllable utterance, +seemed barely conceivable, but musical piping notes covering a wide range were +highly probable. The muscular system was almost prematurely developed. + +The nervous system was so complex and highly developed as to leave Lake +aghast. Though excessively primitive and archaic in some respects, the thing had +a set of ganglial centers and connectives arguing the very extremes of specialized +development. Its five-lobed brain was surprisingly advanced, and there were +signs of a sensory equipment, served in part through the wiry cilia of the head, +involving factors alien to any other terrestrial organism. Probably it has more +than five senses, so that its habits could not be predicted from any existing +analogy. It must. Lake thought, have been a creature of keen sensitiveness and +delicately differentiated functions in its primal world - much like the ants and +bees of today. It reproduced like the vegetable cryptogams, especially the +Pteridophyta, having spore cases at the tips of the wings and evidently +developing from a thallus or prothallus. + +But to give it a name at this stage was mere folly. It looked like a radiate, but was +clearly something more. It was partly vegetable, but had three-fourths of the +essentials of animal structure. That it was marine in origin, its symmetrical +contour and certain other attributes clearly indicated; yet one could not be exact + + + + +as to the limit of its later adaptations. The wings, after all, held a persistent +suggestion of the aerial. How it could have undergone its tremendously complex +evolution on a new-born earth in time to leave prints in Archaean rocks was so +far beyond conception as to make Lake whimsically recall the primal myths +about Great Old Ones who filtered down from the stars and concocted earth life +as a joke or mistake; and the wild tales of cosmic hill things from outside told by +a folklorist colleague in Miskatonic's English department. + +Naturally, he considered the possibility of the pre-Cambrian prints having been +made by a less evolved ancestor of the present specimens, but quickly rejected +this too-facile theory upon considering the advanced structural qualities of the +older fossils. If anything, the later contours showed decadence rather than higher +evolution. The size of the pseudofeet had decreased, and the whole morphology +seemed coarsened and simplified. Moreover, the nerves and organs just +examined held singular suggestions of retrogression from forms still more +complex. Atrophied and vestigial parts were surprisingly prevalent. Altogether, +little could be said to have been solved; and Lake fell back on mythology for a +provisional name - jocosely dubbing his finds "The Elder Ones." + +At about 2:30 A.M., having decided to postpone further work and get a little rest, +he covered the dissected organism with a tarpaulin, emerged from the laboratory +tent, and studied the intact specimens with renewed interest. The ceaseless +antarctic sun had begun to limber up their tissues a trifle, so that the head points +and tubes of two or three showed signs of unfolding; but Lake did not believe +there was any danger of immediate decomposition in the almost subzero air. He +did, however, move all the undissected specimens close together and throw a +spare tent over them in order to keep off the direct solar rays. That would also +help to keep their possible scent away from the dogs, whose hostile unrest was +really becoming a problem, even at their substantial distance and behind the +higher and higher snow walls which an increased quota of the men were +hastening to raise around their quarters. He had to weight down the corners of +the tent cloth with heavy blocks of snow to hold it in place amidst the rising gale, +for the titan mountains seemed about to deliver some gravely severe blasts. Early +apprehensions about sudden antarctic winds were revived, and under Atwood's +supervision precautions were taken to bank the tents, new dog corral, and crude +aeroplane shelters with snow on the mountainward side. These latter shelters, +begun with hard snow blocks during odd moments, were by no means as high as +they should have been; and Lake finally detached all hands from other tasks to +work on them. + +It was after four when Lake at last prepared to sign off and advised us all to +share the rest period his outfit would take when the shelter walls were a little +higher. He held some friendly chat with Pabodie over the ether, and repeated his + + + + +praise of the really marvelous drills that had helped him make his discovery. +Atwood also sent greetings and praises. I gave Lake a warm word of +congratulations, owning up that he was right about the western trip, and we all +agreed to get in touch by wireless at ten in the morning. If the gale was then +over. Lake would send a plane for the party at my base. Just before retiring I +dispatched a final message to the Arkham with instructions about toning down +the day's news for the outside world, since the full details seemed radical enough +to rouse a wave of incredulity until further substantiated. + + +None of us, I imagine, slept very heavily or continuously that morning. Both the +excitement of Lake's discovery and the mounting fury of the wind were against +such a thing. So savage was the blast, even where we were, that we could not +help wondering how much worse it was at Lake's camp, directly under the vast +unknown peaks that bred and delivered it. McTighe was awake at ten o'clock +and tried to get Lake on the wireless, as agreed, but some electrical condition in +the disturbed air to the westward seemed to prevent communication. We did, +however, get the Arkham, and Douglas told me that he had likewise been vainly +trying to reach Lake. He had not known about the wind, for very little was +blowing at McMurdo Sound, despite its persistent rage where we were. + +Throughout the day we all listened anxiously and tried to get Lake at intervals, +but invariably without results. About noon a positive frenzy of wind stampeded +out of the west, causing us to fear for the safety of our camp; but it eventually +died down, with only a moderate relapse at 2 P.M. After three o'clock it was very +quiet, and we redoubled our efforts to get Lake. Reflecting that he had four +planes, each provided with an excellent short-wave outfit, we could not imagine +any ordinary accident capable of crippling all his wireless equipment at once. +Nevertheless the stony silence continued, and when we thought of the delirious +force the wind must have had in his locality we could not help making the more +direful conjectures. + +By six o'clock our fears had become intense and definite, and after a wireless +consultation with Douglas and Thorfinnssen I resolved to take steps toward +investigation. The fifth aeroplane, which we had left at the McMurdo Sound +supply cache with Sherman and two sailors, was in good shape and ready for +instant use, and it seemed that the very emergency for which it had been saved +was now upon us. I got Sherman by wireless and ordered him to join me with +the plane and the two sailors at the southern base as quickly as possible, the air +conditions being apparently highly favorable. We then talked over the personnel +of the coming investigation party, and decided that we would include all hands, +together with the sledge and dogs which I had kept with me. Even so great a + + + + +load would not be too much for one of the huge planes built to our special orders +for heavy machinery transportation. At intervals I still tried to reach Lake with +the wireless, but all to no purpose. + +Sherman, with the sailors Gunnarsson and Larsen, took off at 7:30, and reported +a quiet flight from several points on the wing. They arrived at our base at +midnight, and all hands at once discussed the next move. It was risky business +sailing over the antarctic in a single aeroplane without any line of bases, but no +one drew back from what seemed like the plainest necessity. We turned in at two +o'clock for a brief rest after some preliminary loading of the plane, but were up +again in four hours to finish the loading and packing. + +At 7:15 A.M., January 25th, we started flying northwestward under McTighe's +pilotage with ten men, seven dogs, a sledge, a fuel and food supply, and other +items including the plane's wireless outfit. The atmosphere was clear, fairly +quiet, and relatively mild in temperature, and we anticipated very little trouble +in reaching the latitude and longitude designated by Lake as the site of his camp. +Our apprehensions were over what we might find, or fail to find, at the end of +our journey, for silence continued to answer all calls dispatched to the camp. + +Every incident of that four-and-a-half-hour flight is burned into my recollection +because of its crucial position in my life. It marked my loss, at the age of fifty- +four, of all that peace and balance which the normal mind possesses through its +accustomed conception of external nature and nature's laws. Thenceforward the +ten of us - but the student Danforth and myself above all others - were to face a +hideously amplified world of lurking horrors which nothing can erase from our +emotions, and which we would refrain from sharing with mankind in general if +we could. The newspapers have printed the bulletins we sent from the moving +plane, telling of our nonstop course, our two battles with treacherous upper-air +gales, our glimpse of the broken surface where Lake had sunk his mid-journey +shaft three days before, and our sight of a group of those strange fluffy snow +cylinders noted by Amundsen and Byrd as rolling in the wind across the endless +leagues of frozen plateau. There came a point, though, when our sensations +could not be conveyed in any words the press would understand, and a latter +point when we had to adopt an actual rule of strict censorship. + +The sailor Larsen was first to spy the jagged line of witchlike cones and pinnacles +ahead, and his shouts sent everyone to the windows of the great cabined plane. +Despite our speed, they were very slow in gaining prominence; hence we knew +that they must be infinitely far off, and visible only because of their abnormal +height. Little by little, however, they rose grimly into the western sky; allowing +us to distinguish various bare, bleak, blackish summits, and to catch the curious +sense of fantasy which they inspired as seen in the reddish antarctic light against + + + + +the provocative background of iridescent ice-dust clouds. In the whole spectacle +there was a persistent, pervasive hint of stupendous secrecy and potential +revelation. It was as if these stark, nightmare spires marked the pylons of a +frightful gateway into forbidden spheres of dream, and complex gulfs of remote +time, space, and ultra-dimensionality. I could not help feeling that they were evil +things - mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some +accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud background held +ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially +spatial, and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, +desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral +world. + +It was young Danforth who drew our notice to the curious regularities of the +higher mountain skyline - regularities like clinging fragments of perfect cubes, +which Lake had mentioned in his messages, and which indeed justified his +comparison with the dreamlike suggestions of primordial temple ruins, on +cloudy Asian mountaintops so subtly and strangely painted by Roerich. There +was indeed something hauntingly Roerich-like about this whole unearthly +continent of mountainous mystery. I had felt it in October when we first caught +sight of Victoria Land, and I felt it afresh now. I felt, too, another wave of uneasy +consciousness of Archaean mythical resemblances; of how disturbingly this +lethal realm corresponded to the evilly famed plateau of Leng in the primal +writings. Mythologists have placed Leng in Central Asia; but the racial memory +of man - or of his predecessors - is long, and it may well be that certain tales have +come down from lands and mountains and temples of horror earlier than Asia +and earlier than any human world we know. A few daring mystics have hinted +at a pre-Pleistocene origin for the fragmentary Pnakotic Manuscripts, and have +suggested that the devotees of Tsathoggua were as alien to mankind as +Tsathoggua itself. Leng, wherever in space or time it might brood, was not a +region I would care to be in or near, nor did I relish the proximity of a world that +had ever bred such ambiguous and Archaean monstrosities as those Lake had +just mentioned. At the moment I felt sorry that I had ever read the abhorred +Necronomicon, or talked so much with that unpleasantly erudite folklorist +Wilmarth at the university. + +This mood undoubtedly served to aggravate my reaction to the bizarre mirage +which burst upon us from the increasingly opalescent zenith as we drew near the +mountains and began to make out the cumulative undulations of the foothills. I +had seen dozens of polar mirages during the preceding weeks, some of them +quite as uncanny and fantastically vivid as the present example; but this one had +a wholly novel and obscure quality of menacing symbolism, and I shuddered as +the seething labyrinth of fabulous walls and towers and minarets loomed out of +the troubled ice vapors above our heads. + + + + +The effect was that of a Cyclopean city of no architecture known to man or to +human imagination, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying +monstrous perversions of geometrical laws. There were truncated cones, +sometimes terraced or fluted, surmounted by tall cylindrical shafts here and +there bulbously enlarged and often capped with tiers of thinnish scalloped disks; +and strange beetling, table-like constructions suggesting piles of multitudinous +rectangular slabs or circular plates or five-pointed stars with each one +overlapping the one beneath. There were composite cones and pyramids either +alone or surmounting cylinders or cubes or flatter truncated cones and pyramids, +and occasional needle-like spires in curious clusters of five. All of these febrile +structures seemed knit together by tubular bridges crossing from one to the other +at various dizzy heights, and the implied scale of the whole was terrifying and +oppressive in its sheer gigantism. The general type of mirage was not unlike +some of the wilder forms observed and drawn by the arctic whaler Scoresby in +1820, but at this time and place, with those dark, unknown mountain peaks +soaring stupendously ahead, that anomalous elder-world discovery in our +minds, and the pall of probable disaster enveloping the greater part of our +expedition, we all seemed to find in it a taint of latent malignity and infinitely +evil portent. + +I was glad when the mirage began to break up, though in the process the various +nightmare turrets and cones assumed distorted, temporary forms of even vaster +hideousness. As the whole illusion dissolved to churning opalescence we began +to look earthward again, and saw that our journey's end was not far off. The +unknown mountains ahead rose dizzily up like a fearsome rampart of giants, +their curious regularities showing with startling clearness even without a field +glass. We were over the lowest foothills now, and could see amidst the snow, ice, +and bare patches of their main plateau a couple of darkish spots which we took +to be Lake's camp and boring. The higher foothills shot up between five and six +miles away, forming a range almost distinct from the terrifying line of more than +Himalayan peaks beyond them. At length Ropes - the student who had relieved +McTighe at the controls - began to head downward toward the left-hand dark +spot whose size marked it as the camp. As he did so, McTighe sent out the last +uncensored wireless message the world was to receive from our expedition. + +Everyone, of course, has read the brief and unsatisfying bulletins of the rest of +our antarctic sojourn. Some hours after our landing we sent a guarded report of +the tragedy we found, and reluctantly announced the wiping out of the whole +Lake party by the frightful wind of the preceding day, or of the night before that. +Eleven known dead, young Gedney missing. People pardoned our hazy lack of +details through realization of the shock the sad event must have caused us, and +believed us when we explained that the mangling action of the wind had +rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside. Indeed, I flatter + + + + +myself that even in the midst of our distress, utter bewilderment, and soul- +clutching horror, we scarcely went beyond the truth in any specific instance. The +tremendous significance lies in what we dared not tell; what I would not tell now +but for the need of warning others off from nameless terrors. + +It is a fact that the wind had brought dreadful havoc. Whether all could have +lived through it, even without the other thing, is gravely open to doubt. The +storm, with its fury of madly driven ice particles, must have been beyond +anything our expedition had encountered before. One aeroplane shelter-wall, it +seems, had been left in a far too flimsy and inadequate state - was nearly +pulverized - and the derrick at the distant boring was entirely shaken to pieces. +The exposed metal of the grounded planes and drilling machinery was bruised +into a high polish, and two of the small tents were flattened despite their snow +banking. Wooden surfaces left out in the blaster were pitted and denuded of +paint, and all signs of tracks in the snow were completely obliterated. It is also +true that we found none of the Archaean biological objects in a condition to take +outside as a whole. We did gather some minerals from a vast, tumbled pile, +including several of the greenish soapstone fragments whose odd five-pointed +rounding and faint patterns of grouped dots caused so many doubtful +comparisons; and some fossil bones, among which were the most typical of the +curiously injured specimens. + +None of the dogs survived, their hurriedly built snow inclosure near the camp +being almost wholly destroyed. The wind may have done that, though the +greater breakage on the side next the camp, which was not the windward one, +suggests an outward leap or break of the frantic beasts themselves. All three +sledges were gone, and we have tried to explain that the wind may have blown +them off into the unknown. The drill and ice-melting machinery at the boring +were too badly damaged to warrant salvage, so we used them to choke up that +subtly disturbing gateway to the past which Lake had blasted. We likewise left at +the camp the two most shaken up of the planes; since our surviving party had +only four real pilots - Sherman, Danforth, McTighe, and Ropes - in all, with +Danforth in a poor nervous shape to navigate. We brought back all the books, +scientific equipment, and other incidentals we could find, though much was +rather unaccountably blown away. Spare tents and furs were either missing or +badly out of condition. + +It was approximately 4 P.M., after wide plane cruising had forced us to give +Gedney up for lost, that we sent our guarded message to the Arkham for +relaying; and I think we did well to keep it as calm and noncommittal as we +succeeded in doing. The most we said about agitation concerned our dogs, +whose frantic uneasiness near the biological specimens was to be expected from +poor Lake's accounts. We did not mention, I think, their display of the same + + + + +uneasiness when sniffing around the queer greenish soapstones and certain other +objects in the disordered region-objects including scientific instruments, +aeroplanes, and machinery, both at the camp and at the boring, whose parts had +been loosened, moved, or otherwise tampered with by winds that must have +harbored singular curiosity and investigativeness. + +About the fourteen biological specimens, we were pardonably indefinite. We +said that the only ones we discovered were damaged, but that enough was left of +them to prove Lake's description wholly and impressively accurate. It was hard +work keeping our personal emotions out of this matter - and we did not mention +numbers or say exactly how we had found those which we did find. We had by +that time agreed not to transmit anything suggesting madness on the part of +Lake's men, and it surely looked like madness to find six imperfect monstrosities +carefully buried upright in nine-foot snow graves under five-pointed mounds +punched over with groups of dots in patterns exactly those on the queer greenish +soapstones dug up from Mesozoic or Tertiary times. The eight perfect specimens +mentioned by Lake seemed to have been completely blown away. + +We were careful, too, about the public's general peace of mind; hence Danforth +and I said little about that frightful trip over the mountains the next day. It was +the fact that only a radically lightened plane could possibly cross a range of such +height, which mercifully limited that scouting tour to the two of us. On our +return at one A.M., Danforth was close to hysterics, but kept an admirably stiff +upper lip. It took no persuasion to make him promise not to show our sketches +and the other things we brought away in our pockets, not to say anything more +to the others than what we had agreed to relay outside, and to hide our camera +films for private development later on; so that part of my present story will be as +new to Pabodie, McTighe, Ropes, Sherman, and the rest as it will be to the world +in general. Indeed, Danforth is closer mouthed than I: for he saw, or thinks he +saw, one thing he will not tell even me. + +As all know, our report included a tale of a hard ascent - a confirmation of Lake's +opinion that the great peaks are of Archaean slate and other very primal +crumpled strata unchanged since at least middle Comanchian times; a +conventional comment on the regularity of the clinging cube and rampart +formations; a decision that the cave mouths indicate dissolved calcaerous veins; a +conjecture that certain slopes and passes would permit of the scaling and +crossing of the entire range by seasoned mountaineers; and a remark that the +mysterious other side holds a lofty and immense superplateau as ancient and +unchanging as the mountains themselves - twenty thousand feet in elevation, +with grotesque rock formations protruding through a thin glacial layer and with +low gradual foothills between the general plateau surface and the sheer +precipices of the highest peaks. + + + + +This body of data is in every respect true so far as it goes, and it completely +satisfied the men at the camp. We laid our absence of sixteen hours - a longer +time than our announced flying, landing, reconnoitering, and rock-collecting +program called for - to a long mythical spell of adverse wind conditions, and told +truly of our landing on the farther foothills. Fortunately our tale sounded +realistic and prosaic enough not to tempt any of the others into emulating our +flight. Had any tried to do that, I would have used every ounce of my persuasion +to stop them - and I do not know what Danforth would have done. While we +were gone, Pabodie, Sherman, Ropes, McTighe, and Williamson had worked like +beavers over Lake's two best planes, fitting them again for use despite the +altogether unaccountable juggling of their operative mechanism. + +We decided to load all the planes the next morning and start back for our old +base as soon as possible. Even though indirect, that was the safest way to work +toward McMurdo Sound; for a straightline flight across the most utterly +unknown stretches of the aeon-dead continent would involve many additional +hazards. Further exploration was hardly feasible in view of our tragic decimation +and the ruin of our drilling machinery. The doubts and horrors around us - +which we did not reveal - made us wish only to escape from this austral world of +desolation and brooding madness as swiftly as we could. + +As the public knows, our return to the world was accomplished without further +disasters. All planes reached the old base on the evening of the next day - +January 27th - after a swift nonstop flight; and on the 28th we made McMurdo +Sound in two laps, the one pause being very brief, and occasioned by a faulty +rudder in the furious wind over the ice shelf after we had cleared the great +plateau. In five days more, the Arkham and Miskatonic, with all hands and +equipment on board, were shaking clear of the thickening field ice and working +up Ross Sea with the mocking mountains of Victoria Land looming westward +against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's wails into a wide-ranged +musical piping which chilled my soul to the quick. Less than a fortnight later we +left the last hint of polar land behind us and thanked heaven that we were clear +of a haunted, accursed realm where life and death, space and time, have made +black and blasphemous alliances, in the unknown epochs since matter first +writhed and swam on the planet's scarce-cooled crust. + +Since our return we have all constantly worked to discourage antarctic +exploration, and have kept certain doubts and guesses to ourselves with +splendid unity and faithfulness. Even young Danforth, with his nervous +breakdown, has not flinched or babbled to his doctors - indeed, as I have said, +there is one thing he thinks he alone saw which he will not tell even me, though I +think it would help his psychological state if he would consent to do so. It might +explain and relieve much, though perhaps the thing was no more than the + + + + +delusive aftermath of an earlier shock. That is the impression I gather after those +rare, irresponsible moments when he whispers disjointed things to me - things +which he repudiates vehemently as soon as he gets a grip on himself again. + +It will be hard work deterring others from the great white south, and some of our +efforts may directly harm our cause by drawing inquiring notice. We might have +known from the first that human curiosity is undying, and that the results we +announced would be enough to spur others ahead on the same age-long pursuit +of the unknown. Lake's reports of those biological monstrosities had aroused +naturalists and paleontologists to the highest pitch, though we were sensible +enough not to show the detached parts we had taken from the actual buried +specimens, or our photographs of those specimens as they were found. We also +refrained from showing the more puzzling of the scarred bones and greenish +soapstones; while Danforth and I have closely guarded the pictures we took or +drew on the superplateau across the range, and the crumpled things we +smoothed, studied in terror, and brought away in our pockets. + +But now that Starkweather-Moore party is organizing, and with a thoroughness +far beyond anything our outfit attempted. If not dissuaded, they will get to the +innermost nucleus of the antarctic and melt and bore till they bring up that +which we know may end the world. So I must break through all reticences at last +- even about that ultimate, nameless thing beyond the mountains of madness. + + +It is only with vast hesitancy and repugnance that I let my mind go back to +Lake's camp and what we really found there - and to that other thing beyond the +mountains of madness. I am constantly tempted to shirk the details, and to let +hints stand for actual facts and ineluctable deductions. I hope I have said enough +already to let me glide briefly over the rest; the rest, that is, of the horror at the +camp. I have told of the wind-ravaged terrain, the damaged shelters, the +disarranged machinery, the varied uneasiness of our dogs, the missing sledges +and other items, the deaths of men and dogs, the absence of Gedney, and the six +insanely buried biological specimens, strangely sound in texture for all their +structural injuries, from a world forty million years dead. I do not recall whether +I mentioned that upon checking up the canine bodies we found one dog missing. +We did not think much about that till later - indeed, only Danforth and I have +thought of it at all. + +The principal things I have been keeping back relate to the bodies, and to certain +subtle points which may or may not lend a hideous and incredible kind of +rationale to the apparent chaos. At the time, I tried to keep the men's minds off +those points; for it was so much simpler - so much more normal - to lay + + + + +everything to an outbreak of madness on the part of some of Lake's party. From +the look of things, that demon mountain wind must have been enough to drive +any man mad in the midst of this center of all earthly mystery and desolation. + +The crowning abnormality, of course, was the condition of the bodies - men and +dogs alike. They had all been in some terrible kind of conflict, and were torn and +mangled in fiendish and altogether inexplicable ways. Death, so far as we could +judge, had in each case come from strangulation or laceration. The dogs had +evidently started the trouble, for the state of their ill-built corral bore witness to +its forcible breakage from within. It had been set some distance from the camp +because of the hatred of the animals for those hellish Archaean organisms, but +the precaution seemed to have been taken in vain. When left alone in that +monstrous wind, behind flimsy walls of insufficient height, they must have +stampeded - whether from the wind itself, or from some subtle, increasing odor +emitted by the nightmare specimens, one could not say. + +But whatever had happened, it was hideous and revolting enough. Perhaps I had +better put squeamishness aside and tell the worst at last - though with a +categorical statement of opinion, based on the first-hand observations and most +rigid deductions of both Danforth and myself, that the then missing Gedney was +in no way responsible for the loathsome horrors we found. I have said that the +bodies were frightfully mangled. Now I must add that some were incised and +subtracted from in the most curious, cold-blooded, and inhuman fashion. It was +the same with dogs and men. All the healthier, fatter bodies, quadrupedal or +bipedal, had had their most solid masses of tissue cut out and removed, as by a +careful butcher; and around them was a strange sprinkling of salt - taken from +the ravaged provision chests on the planes - which conjured up the most horrible +associations. The thing had occurred in one of the crude aeroplane shelters from +which the plane had been dragged out, and subsequent winds had effaced all +tracks which could have supplied any plausible theory. Scattered bits of clothing, +roughly slashed from the human incision subjects, hinted no clues. It is useless to +bring up the half impression of certain faint snow prints in one shielded corner of +the ruined inclosure - because that impression did not concern human prints at +all, but was clearly mixed up with all the talk of fossil prints which poor Lake +had been giving throughout the preceding weeks. One had to be careful of one's +imagination in the lee of those overshadowing mountains of madness. + +As I have indicated, Gedney and one dog turned out to be missing in the end. +When we came on that terrible shelter we had missed two dogs and two men; +but the fairly unharmed dissecting tent, which we entered after investigating the +monstrous graves, had something to reveal. It was not as Lake had left it, for the +covered parts of the primal monstrosity had been removed from the improvised +table. Indeed, we had already realized that one of the six imperfect and insanely + + + + +buried things we had found - the one with the trace of a pecuharly hateful odor - +must represent the collected sections of the entity which Lake had tried to +analyze. On and around that laboratory table were strewn other things, and it +did not take long for us to guess that those things were the carefully though +oddly and inexpertly dissected parts of one man and one dog. I shall spare the +feelings of survivors by omitting mention of the man's identity. Lake's +anatomical instruments were missing, but there were evidences of their careful +cleansing. The gasoline stove was also gone, though around it we found a +curious litter of matches. We buried the human parts beside the other ten men; +and the canine parts with the other thirty-five dogs. Concerning the bizarre +smudges on the laboratory table, and on the jumble of roughly handled +illustrated books scattered near it, we were much too bewildered to speculate. + +This formed the worst of the camp horror, but other things were equally +perplexing. The disappearance of Gedney, the one dog, the eight uninjured +biological specimens, the three sledges, and certain instruments, illustrated +technical and scientific books, writing materials, electric torches and batteries, +food and fuel, heating apparatus, spare tents, fur suits, and the like, was utterly +beyond sane conjecture; as were likewise the spatter-fringed ink blots on certain +pieces of paper, and the evidences of curious alien fumbling and experimentation +around the planes and all other mechanical devices both at the camp and at the +boring. + +The dogs seemed to abhor this oddly disordered machinery. Then, too, there was +the upsetting of the larder, the disappearance of certain staples, and the jarringly +comical heap of tin cans pried open in the most unlikely ways and at the most +unlikely places. The profusion of scattered matches, intact, broken, or spent, +formed another minor enigma - as did the two or three tent cloths and fur suits +which we found lying about with peculiar and unorthodox slashings conceivably +due to clumsy efforts at unimaginable adaptations. The maltreatment of the +human and canine bodies, and the crazy burial of the damaged Archaean +specimens, were all of a piece with this apparent disintegrative madness. In view +of just such an eventuality as the present one, we carefully photographed all the +main evidences of insane disorder at the camp; and shall use the prints to +buttress our pleas against the departure of the proposed Starkweather- Moore +Expedition. + +Our first act after finding the bodies in the shelter was to photograph and open +the row of insane graves with the five-pointed snow mounds. We could not help +noticing the resemblance of these monstrous mounds, with their clusters of +grouped dots, to poor Lake's descriptions of the strange greenish soapstones; +and when we came on some of the soapstones themselves in the great mineral +pile, we found the likeness very close indeed. The whole general formation, it + + + + +must be made clear, seemed abominably suggestive of the starfish head of the +Archaean entities; and we agreed that the suggestion must have worked potently +upon the sensitized minds of Lake's overwrought party. + +For madness - centering in Gedney as the only possible surviving agent - was the +explanation spontaneously adopted by everybody so far as spoken utterance was +concerned; though I will not be so naive as to deny that each of us may have +harbored wild guesses which sanity forbade him to formulate completely. +Sherman, Pabodie, and McTighe made an exhaustive aeroplane cruise over all +the surrounding territory in the afternoon, sweeping the horizon with field +glasses in quest of Gedney and of the various missing things; but nothing came +to light. The party reported that the titan barrier range extended endlessly to +right and left alike, without any diminution in height or essential structure. On +some of the peaks, though, the regular cube and rampart formations were bolder +and plainer, having doubly fantastic similitudes to Roerich-painted Asian hill +ruins. The distribution of cryptical cave mouths on the black snow-denuded +summits seemed roughly even as far as the range could be traced. + +In spite of all the prevailing horrors, we were left with enough sheer scientific +zeal and adventurousness to wonder about the unknown realm beyond those +mysterious mountains. As our guarded messages stated, we rested at midnight +after our day of terror and bafflement - but not without a tentative plan for one +or more range-crossing altitude flights in a lightened plane with aerial camera +and geologist's outfit, beginning the following morning. It was decided that +Danforth and I try it first, and we awaked at 7 A.M. intending an early flight; +however, heavy winds - mentioned in our brief, bulletin to the outside world - +delayed our start till nearly nine o'clock. + +I have already repeated the noncommittal story we told the men at camp - and +relayed outside - after our return sixteen hours later. It is now my terrible duty to +amplify this account by filling in the merciful blanks with hints of what we really +saw in the hidden transmontane world - hints of the revelations which have +finally driven Danforth to a nervous collapse. I wish he would add a really frank +word about the thing which he thinks he alone saw - even though it was +probably a nervous delusion - and which was perhaps the last straw that put him +where he is; but he is firm against that. All I can do is to repeat his later +disjointed whispers about what set him shrieking as the plane soared back +through the wind-tortured mountain pass after that real and tangible shock +which I shared. This will form my last word. If the plain signs of surviving elder +horrors in what I disclose be not enough to keep others from meddling with the +inner antarctic - or at least from prying too deeply beneath the surface of that +ultimate waste of forbidden secrets and inhuman, aeon-cursed desolation - the +responsibility for unnamable and perhaps immeasurable evils will not be mine. + + + + +Danforth and I, studying the notes made by Pabodie in his afternoon flight and +checking up with a sextant, had calculated that the lowest available pass in the +range lay somewhat to the right of us, within sight of camp, and about twenty- +three thousand or twenty-four thousand feet above sea level. For this point, then, +we first headed in the lightened plane as we embarked on our flight of discovery. +The camp itself, on foothills which sprang from a high continental plateau, was +some twelve thousand feet in altitude; hence the actual height increase necessary +was not so vast as it might seem. Nevertheless we were acutely conscious of the +rarefied air and intense cold as we rose; for, on account of visibility conditions, +we had to leave the cabin windows open. We were dressed, of course, in our +heaviest furs. + +As we drew near the forbidding peaks, dark and sinister above the line of +crevasse-riven snow and interstitial glaciers, we noticed more and more the +curiously regular formations clinging to the slopes; and thought again of the +strange Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich. The ancient and wind-weathered +rock strata fully verified all of Lake's bulletins, and proved that these pinnacles +had been towering up in exactly the same way since a surprisingly early time in +earth's history - perhaps over fifty million years. How much higher they had +once been, it was futile to guess; but everything about this strange region pointed +to obscure atmospheric influences unfavorable to change, and calculated to +retard the usual climatic processes of rock disintegration. + +But it was the mountainside tangle of regular cubes, ramparts, and cave mouths +which fascinated and disturbed us most. I studied them with a field glass and +took aerial photographs while Danforth drove; and at times I relieved him at the +controls - though my aviation knowledge was purely an amateur's - in order to +let him use the binoculars. We could easily see that much of the material of the +things was a lightish Archaean quartzite, unlike any formation visible over broad +areas of the general surface; and that their regularity was extreme and uncanny +to an extent which poor Lake had scarcely hinted. + +As he had said, their edges were crumbled and rounded from untold aeons of +savage weathering; but their preternatural solidity and tough material had saved +them from obliteration. Many parts, especially those closest to the slopes, seemed +identical in substance with the surrounding rock surface. The whole arrangement +looked like the ruins of Macchu Picchu in the Andes, or the primal foundation +walls of Kish as dug up by the Oxford Field Museum Expedition in 1929; and +both Danforth and I obtained that occasional impression of separate Cyclopean +blocks which Lake had attributed to his flight-companion Carroll. How to +account for such things in this place was frankly beyond me, and I felt queerly +humbled as a geologist. Igneous formations often have strange regularities - like +the famous Giants' Causeway in Ireland - but this stupendous range, despite + + + + +Lake's original suspicion of smoking cones, was above all else nonvolcanic in +evident structure. + +The curious cave mouths, near which the odd formations seemed most +abundant, presented another albeit a lesser puzzle because of their regularity of +outline. They were, as Lake's bulletin had said, often approximately square or +semicircular; as if the natural orifices had been shaped to greater symmetry by +some magic hand. Their numerousness and wide distribution were remarkable, +and suggested that the whole region was honeycombed with tunnels dissolved +out of limestone strata. Such glimpses as we secured did not extend far within +the caverns, but we saw that they were apparently clear of stalactites and +stalagmites. Outside, those parts of the mountain slopes adjoining the apertures +seemed invariably smooth and regular; and Danforth thought that the slight +cracks and pittings of the weathering tended toward unusual patterns. Filled as +he was with the horrors and strangenesses discovered at the camp, he hinted that +the pittings vaguely resembled those baffling groups of dots sprinkled over the +primeval greenish soapstones, so hideously duplicated on the madly conceived +snow mounds above those six buried monstrosities. + +We had risen gradually in flying over the higher foothills and along toward the +relatively low pass we had selected. As we advanced we occasionally looked +down at the snow and ice of the land route, wondering whether we could have +attempted the trip with the simpler equipment of earlier days. Somewhat to our +surprise we saw that the terrain was far from difficult as such things go; and that +despite the crevasses and other bad spots it would not have been likely to deter +the sledges of a Scott, a Shackleton, or an Amundsen. Some of the glaciers +appeared to lead up to wind-bared passes with unusual continuity, and upon +reaching our chosen pass we found that its case formed no exception. + +Our sensations of tense expectancy as we prepared to round the crest and peer +out over an untrodden world can hardly be described on paper; even though we +had no cause to think the regions beyond the range essentially different from +those already seen and traversed. The touch of evil mystery in these barrier +mountains, and in the beckoning sea of opalescent sky glimpsed betwixt their +summits, was a highly subtle and attenuated matter not to be explained in literal +words. Rather was it an affair of vague psychological symbolism and aesthetic +association - a thing mixed up with exotic poetry and paintings, and with archaic +myths lurking in shunned and forbidden volumes. Even the wind's burden held +a peculiar strain of conscious malignity; and for a second it seemed that the +composite sound included a bizarre musical whistling or piping over a wide +range as the blast swept in and out of the omnipresent and resonant cave +mouths. There was a cloudy note of reminiscent repulsion in this sound, as +complex and unplaceable as any of the other dark impressions. + + + + +We were now, after a slow ascent, at a height of twenty-three thousand, five +hundred and seventy feet according to the aneroid; and had left the region of +clinging snow definitely below us. Up here were only dark, bare rock slopes and +the start of rough-ribbed glaciers - but with those provocative cubes, ramparts, +and echoing cave mouths to add a portent of the unnatural, the fantastic, and the +dreamlike. Looking along the line of high peaks, I thought I could see the one +mentioned by poor Lake, with a rampart exactly on top. It seemed to be half lost +in a queer antarctic haze - such a haze, perhaps, as had been responsible for +Lake's early notion of volcanism. The pass loomed directly before us, smooth +and windswept between its jagged and malignly frowning pylons. Beyond it was +a sky fretted with swirling vapors and lighted by the low polar sun - the sky of +that mysterious farther realm upon which we felt no human eye had ever gazed. + +A few more feet of altitude and we would behold that realm. Danforth and I, +unable to speak except in shouts amidst the howling, piping wind that raced +through the pass and added to the noise of the unmuffled engines, exchanged +eloquent glances. And then, having gained those last few feet, we did indeed +stare across the momentous divide and over the unsampled secrets of an elder +and utterly alien earth. + + +I think that both of us simultaneously cried out in mixed awe, wonder, terror, +and disbelief in our own senses as we finally cleared the pass and saw what lay +beyond. Of course, we must have had some natural theory in the back of our +heads to steady our faculties for the moment. Probably we thought of such things +as the grotesquely weathered stones of the Garden of the Gods in Colorado, or +the fantastically symmetrical wind-carved rocks of the Arizona desert. Perhaps +we even half thought the sight a mirage like that we had seen the morning before +on first approaching those mountains of madness. We must have had some such +normal notions to fall back upon as our eyes swept that limitless, tempest- +scarred plateau and grasped the almost endless labyrinth of colossal, regular, +and geometrically eurythmic stone masses which reared their crumbled and +pitted crests above a glacial sheet not more than forty or fifty feet deep at its +thickest, and in places obviously thinner. + +The effect of the monstrous sight was indescribable, for some fiendish violation +of known natural law seemed certain at the outset. Here, on a hellishly ancient +table-land fully twenty thousand feet high, and in a climate deadly to habitation +since a prehuman age not less than five hundred thousand years ago, there +stretched nearly to the vision's limit a tangle of orderly stone which only the +desperation of mental self- defense could possibly attribute to any but conscious +and artificial cause. We had previously dismissed, so far as serious thought was + + + + +concerned, any theory that the cubes and ramparts of the mountainsides were +other than natural in origin. How could they be otherwise, when man himself +could scarcely have been differentiated from the great apes at the time when this +region succumbed to the present unbroken reign of glacial death? + +Yet now the sway of reason seemed irrefutably shaken, for this Cyclopean maze +of squared, curved, and angled blocks had features which cut off all comfortable +refuge. It was, very clearly, the blasphemous city of the mirage in stark, objective, +and ineluctable reality. That damnable portent had had a material basis after all - +there had been some horizontal stratum of ice dust in the upper air, and this +shocking stone survival had projected its image across the mountains according +to the simple laws of reflection. Of course, the phantom had been twisted and +exaggerated, and had contained things which the real source did not contain; yet +now, as we saw that real source, we thought it even more hideous and menacing +than its distant image. + +Only the incredible, unhuman massiveness of these vast stone towers and +ramparts had saved the frightful things from utter annihilation in the hundreds +of thousands - perhaps millions - of years it had brooded there amidst the blasts +of a bleak upland. "Corona Mundi - Roof of the World - " All sorts of fantastic +phrases sprang to our lips as we looked dizzily down at the unbelievable +spectacle. I thought again of the eldritch primal myths that had so persistently +haunted me since my first sight of this dead antarctic world - of the demoniac +plateau of Leng, of the Mi-Go, or abominable Snow Men of the Himalayas, of the +Pnakotic Manuscripts with their prehuman implications, of the Cthulhu cult, of +the Necronomicon, and of the Hyperborean legends of formless Tsathoggua and +the worse than formless star spawn associated with that semientity. + +For boundless miles in every direction the thing stretched off with very little +thinning; indeed, as our eyes followed it to the right and left along the base of the +low, gradual foothills which separated it from the actual mountain rim, we +decided that we could see no thinning at all except for an interruption at the left +of the pass through which we had come. We had merely struck, at random, a +limited part of something of incalculable extent. The foothills were more sparsely +sprinkled with grotesque stone structures, linking the terrible city to the already +familiar cubes and ramparts which evidently formed its mountain outposts. +These latter, as well as the queer cave mouths, were as thick on the inner as on +the outer sides of the mountains. + +The nameless stone labyrinth consisted, for the most part, of walls from ten to +one hundred and fifty feet in ice-clear height, and of a thickness varying from +five to ten feet. It was composed mostly of prodigious blocks of dark primordial +slate, schist, and sandstone - blocks in many cases as large as 4 x 6 x 8 feet - + + + + +though in several places it seemed to be carved out of a solid, uneven bed rock of +pre-Cambrian slate. The buildings were far from equal in size, there being +innumerable honeycomb arrangements of enormous extent as well as smaller +separate structures. The general shape of these things tended to be conical, +pyramidal, or terraced; though there were many perfect cylinders, perfect cubes, +clusters of cubes, and other rectangular forms, and a peculiar sprinkling of +angled edifices whose five-pointed ground plan roughly suggested modern +fortifications. The builders had made constant and expert use of the principle of +the arch, and domes had probably existed in the city's heyday. + +The whole tangle was monstrously weathered, and the glacial surface from +which the towers projected was strewn with fallen blocks and immemorial +debris. Where the glaciation was transparent we could see the lower parts of the +gigantic piles, and we noticed the ice-preserved stone bridges which connected +the different towers at varying distances above the ground. On the exposed walls +we could detect the scarred places where other and higher bridges of the same +sort had existed. Closer inspection revealed countless largish windows; some of +which were closed with shutters of a petrified material originally wood, though +most gaped open in a sinister and menacing fashion. Many of the ruins, of +course, were roofless, and with uneven though wind-rounded upper edges; +whilst others, of a more sharply conical or pyramidal model or else protected by +higher surrounding structures, preserved intact outlines despite the omnipresent +crumbling and pitting. With the field glass we could barely make out what +seemed to be sculptural decorations in horizontal bands - decorations including +those curious groups of dots whose presence on the ancient soapstones now +assumed a vastly larger significance. + +In many places the buildings were totally ruined and the ice sheet deeply riven +from various geologic causes. In other places the stonework was worn down to +the very level of the glaciation. One broad swath, extending from the plateau's +interior, to a cleft in the foothills about a mile to the left of the pass we had +traversed, was wholly free from buildings. It probably represented, we +concluded, the course of some great river which in Tertiary times - millions of +years ago - had poured through the city and into some prodigious subterranean +abyss of the great barrier range. Certainly, this was above all a region of caves, +gulfs, and underground secrets beyond human penetration. + +Looking back to our sensations, and recalling our dazedness at viewing this +monstrous survival from aeons we had thought prehuman, I can only wonder +that we preserved the semblance of equilibrium, which we did. Of course, we +knew that something - chronology, scientific theory, or our own consciousness - +was woefully awry; yet we kept enough poise to guide the plane, observe many +things quite minutely, and take a careful series of photographs which may yet + + + + +serve both us and the world in good stead. In my case, ingrained scientific habit +may have helped; for above all my bewilderment and sense of menace, there +burned a dominant curiosity to fathom more of this age-old secret - to know +what sort of beings had built and lived in this incalculably gigantic place, and +what relation to the general world of its time or of other times so unique a +concentration of life could have had. + +For this place could be no ordinary city. It must have formed the primary +nucleus and center of some archaic and unbelievable chapter of earth's history +whose outward ramifications, recalled only dimly in the most obscure and +distorted myths, had vanished utterly amidst the chaos of terrene convulsions +long before any human race we know had shambled out of apedom. Here +sprawled a Palaeogaean megalopolis compared with which the fabled Atlantis +and Lemuria, Commoriom and Uzuldaroum, and Olathoc in the land of Lomar, +are recent things of today - not even of yesterday; a megalopolis ranking with +such whispered prehuman blasphemies as Valusia, R'lyeh, lb in the land of +Mnar, and the Nameless city of Arabia Deserta. As we flew above that tangle of +stark titan towers my imagination sometimes escaped all bounds and roved +aimlessly in realms of fantastic associations - even weaving links betwixt this lost +world and some of my own wildest dreams concerning the mad horror at the +camp. + +The plane's fuel tank, in the interest of greater lightness, had been only partly +filled; hence we now had to exert caution in our explorations. Even so, however, +we covered an enormous extent of ground - or, rather, air - after swooping down +to a level where the wind became virtually negligible. There seemed to be no +limit to the mountain range, or to the length of the frightful stone city which +bordered its inner foothills. Fifty miles of flight in each direction showed no +major change in the labyrinth of rock and masonry that clawed up corpselike +through the eternal ice. There were, though, some highly absorbing +diversifications; such as the carvings on the canyon where that broad river had +once pierced the foothills and approached its sinking place in the great range. +The headlands at the stream's entrance had been boldly carved into Cyclopean +pylons; and something about the ridgy, barrel-shaped designs stirred up oddly +vague, hateful, and confusing semi-remembrances in both Danforth and me. + +We also came upon several star-shaped open spaces, evidently public squares, +and noted various undulations in the terrain. Where a sharp hill rose, it was +generally hollowed out into some sort of rambling-stone edifice; but there were +at least two exceptions. Of these latter, one was too badly weathered to disclose +what had been on the jutting eminence, while the other still bore a fantastic +conical monument carved out of the solid rock and roughly resembling such +things as the well-known Snake Tomb in the ancient valley of Petra. + + + + +Flying inland from the mountains, we discovered that the city was not of infinite +width, even though its length along the foothills seemed endless. After about +thirty miles the grotesque stone buildings began to thin out, and in ten more +miles we came to an unbroken waste virtually without signs of sentient artifice. +The course of the river beyond the city seemed marked by a broad, depressed +line, while the land assumed a somewhat greater ruggedness, seeming to slope +slightly upward as it receded in the mist-hazed west. + +So far we had made no landing, yet to leave the plateau without an attempt at +entering some of the monstrous structures would have been inconceivable. +Accordingly, we decided to find a smooth place on the foothills near our +navigable pass, there grounding the plane and preparing to do some exploration +on foot. Though these gradual slopes were partly covered with a scattering of +ruins, low flying soon disclosed an ampler number of possible landing places. +Selecting that nearest to the pass, since our flight would be across the great range +and back to camp, we succeeded about 12:30 P.M. in effecting a landing on a +smooth, hard snow field wholly devoid of obstacles and well adapted to a swift +and favorable take- off later on. + +It did not seem necessary to protect the plane with a snow banking for so brief a +time and in so comfortable an absence of high winds at this level; hence we +merely saw that the landing skis were safely lodged, and that the vital parts of +the mechanism were guarded against the cold. For our foot journey we discarded +the heaviest of our flying furs, and took with us a small outfit consisting of +pocket compass, hand camera, light provisions, voluminous notebooks and +paper, geologist's hammer and chisel, specimen bags, coil of climbing rope, and +powerful electric torches with extra batteries; this equipment having been carried +in the plane on the chance that we might be able to effect a landing, take ground +pictures, make drawings and topographical sketches, and obtain rock specimens +from some bare slope, outcropping, or mountain cave. Fortunately we had a +supply of extra paper to tear up, place in a spare specimen bag, and use on the +ancient principle of hare and hounds for marking our course in any interior +mazes we might be able to penetrate. This had been brought in case we found +some cave system with air quiet enough to allow such a rapid and easy method +in place of the usual rock-chipping method of trail blazing. + +Walking cautiously downhill over the crusted snow toward the stupendous +stone labyrinth that loomed against the opalescent west, we felt almost as keen a +sense of imminent marvels as we had felt on approaching the unfathomed +mountain pass four hours previously. True, we had become visually familiar +with the incredible secret concealed by the barrier peaks; yet the prospect of +actually entering primordial walls reared by conscious beings perhaps millions +of years ago - before any known race of men could have existed - was none the + + + + +less awesome and potentially terrible in its implications of cosmic abnormality. +Though the thinness of the air at this prodigious altitude made exertion +somewhat more difficult than usual, both Danforth and I found ourselves +bearing up very well, and felt equal to almost any task which might fall to our +lot. It took only a few steps to bring us to a shapeless ruin worn level with the +snow, while ten or fifteen rods farther on there was a huge, roofless rampart still +complete in its gigantic five-pointed outline and rising to an irregular height of +ten or eleven feet. For this latter we headed; and when at last we were actually +able to touch its weathered Cyclopean blocks, we felt that we had established an +unprecedented and almost blasphemous link with forgotten aeons normally +closed to our species. + +This rampart, shaped like a star and perhaps three hundred feet from point to +point, was built of Jurassic sandstone blocks of irregular size, averaging 6x8 feet +in surface. There was a row of arched loopholes or windows about four feet wide +and five feet high, spaced quite symmetrically along the points of the star and at +its inner angles, and with the bottoms about four feet from the glaciated surface. +Looking through these, we could see that the masonry was fully five feet thick, +that there were no partitions remaining within, and that there were traces of +banded carvings or bas-reliefs on the interior walls - facts we had indeed guessed +before, when flying low over this rampart and others like it. Though lower parts +must have originally existed, all traces of such things were now wholly obscured +by the deep layer of ice and snow at this point. + +We crawled through one of the windows and vainly tried to decipher the nearly +effaced mural designs, but did not attempt to disturb the glaciated floor. Our +orientation flights had indicated that many buildings in the city proper were less +ice-choked, and that we might perhaps find wholly clear interiors leading down +to the true ground level if we entered those structures still roofed at the top. +Before we left the rampart we photographed it carefully, and studied its mortar- +less Cyclopean masonry with complete bewilderment. We wished that Pabodie +were present, for his engineering knowledge might have helped us guess how +such titanic blocks could have been handled in that unbelievably remote age +when the city and its outskirts were built up. + +The half-mile walk downhill to the actual city, with the upper wind shrieking +vainly and savagely through the skyward peaks in the background, was +something of which the smallest details will always remain engraved on my +mind. Only in fantastic nightmares could any human beings but Danforth and +me conceive such optical effects. Between us and the churning vapors of the west +lay that monstrous tangle of dark stone towers, its outre and incredible forms +impressing us afresh at every new angle of vision. It was a mirage in solid stone, +and were it not for the photographs, I would still doubt that such a thing could + + + + +be. The general type of masonry was identical with that of the rampart we had +examined; but the extravagant shapes which this masonry took in its urban +manifestations were past all description. + +Even the pictures illustrate only one or two phases of its endless variety, +preternatural massiveness, and utterly alien exoticism. There were geometrical +forms for which an Euclid would scarcely find a name - cones of all degrees of +irregularity and truncation, terraces of every sort of provocative disproportion, +shafts with odd bulbous enlargements, broken columns in curious groups, and +five-pointed or five-ridged arrangements of mad grotesqueness. As we drew +nearer we could see beneath certain transparent parts of the ice sheet, and detect +some of the tubular stone bridges that connected the crazily sprinkled structures +at various heights. Of orderly streets there seemed to be none, the only broad +open swath being a mile to the left, where the ancient river had doubtless flowed +through the town into the mountains. + +Our field glasses showed the external, horizontal bands of nearly effaced +sculptures and dot groups to be very prevalent, and we could half imagine what +the city must once have looked like - even though most of the roofs and tower +tops had necessarily perished. As a whole, it had been a complex tangle of +twisted lanes and alleys, all of them deep canyons, and some little better than +tunnels because of the overhanging masonry or overarching bridges. Now, +outspread below us, it loomed like a dream fantasy against a westward mist +through whose northern end the low, reddish antarctic sun of early afternoon +was struggling to shine; and when, for a moment, that sun encountered a denser +obstruction and plunged the scene into temporary shadow, the effect was subtly +menacing in a way I can never hope to depict. Even the faint howling and piping +of the unfelt wind in the great mountain passes behind us took on a wilder note +of purposeful malignity. The last stage of our descent to the town was unusually +steep and abrupt, and a rock outcropping at the edge where the grade changed +led us to think that an artificial terrace had once existed there. Under the +glaciation, we believed, there must be a flight of steps or its equivalent. + +When at last we plunged into the town itself, clambering over fallen masonry +and shrinking from the oppressive nearness and dwarfing height of omnipresent +crumbling and pitted walls, our sensations again became such that I marvel at +the amount of self-control we retained. Danforth was frankly jumpy, and began +making some offensively irrelevant speculations about the horror at the camp - +which I resented all the more because I could not help sharing certain +conclusions forced upon us by many features of this morbid survival from +nightmare antiquity. The speculations worked on his imagination, too; for in one +place - where a debris-littered alley turned a sharp corner - he insisted that he +saw faint traces of ground markings which he did not like; whilst elsewhere he + + + + +stopped to listen to a subtle, imaginary sound from some undefined point - a +muffled musical piping, he said, not unlike that of the wind in the mountain +caves, yet somehow disturbingly different. The ceaseless five-pointedness of the +surrounding architecture and of the few distinguishable mural arabesques had a +dimly sinister suggestiveness we could not escape, and gave us a touch of +terrible subconscious certainty concerning the primal entities which had reared +and dwelt in this unhallowed place. + +Nevertheless, our scientific and adventurous souls were not wholly dead, and +we mechanically carried out our program of chipping specimens from all the +different rock types represented in the masonry. We wished a rather full set in +order to draw better conclusions regarding the age of the place. Nothing in the +great outer walls seemed to date from later than the Jurassic and Comanchian +periods, nor was any piece of stone in the entire place of a greater recency than +the Pliocene Age. In stark certainty, we were wandering amidst a death which +had reigned at least five hundred thousand years, and in all probability even +longer. + +As we proceeded through this maze of stone-shadowed twilight we stopped at +all available apertures to study interiors and investigate entrance possibilities. +Some were above our reach, whilst others led only into ice-choked ruins as +unroofed and barren as the rampart on the hill. One, though spacious and +inviting, opened on a seemingly bottomless abyss without visible means of +descent. Now and then we had a chance to study the petrified wood of a +surviving shutter, and were impressed by the fabulous antiquity implied in the +still discernible grain. These things had come from Mesozoic gymnosperms and +conifers - especially Cretaceous cycads - and from fan palms and early +angiosperms of plainly Tertiary date. Nothing definitely later than the Pliocene +could be discovered. In the placing of these shutters - whose edges showed the +former presence of queer and long-vanished hinges - usage seemed to be varied - +some being on the outer and some on the inner side of the deep embrasures. +They seemed to have become wedged in place, thus surviving the rusting of their +former and probably metallic fixtures and fastenings. + +After a time we came across a row of windows - in the bulges of a colossal five- +edged cone of undamaged apex - which led into a vast, well-preserved room +with stone flooring; but these were too high in the room to permit descent +without a rope. We had a rope with us, but did not wish to bother with this +twenty-foot drop unless obliged to-especially in this thin plateau air where great +demands were made upon the heart action. This enormous room was probably a +hall or concourse of some sort, and our electric torches showed bold, distinct, +and potentially startling sculptures arranged round the walls in broad, +horizontal bands separated by equally broad strips of conventional arabesques. + + + + +We took careful note of this spot, planning to enter here unless a more easily +gained interior were encountered. + +Finally, though, we did encounter exactly the opening we wished; an archway +about six feet wide and ten feet high, marking the former end of an aerial bridge +which had spanned an alley about five feet above the present level of glaciation. +These archways, of course, were flush with upper-story floors, and in this case +one of the floors still existed. The building thus accessible was a series of +rectangular terraces on our left facing westward. That across the alley, where the +other archway yawned, was a decrepit cylinder with no windows and with a +curious bulge about ten feet above the aperture. It was totally dark inside, and +the archway seemed to open on a well of illimitable emptiness. + +Heaped debris made the entrance to the vast left-hand building doubly easy, yet +for a moment we hesitated before taking advantage of the long-wished chance. +For though we had penetrated into this tangle of archaic mystery, it required +fresh resolution to carry us actually inside a complete and surviving building of a +fabulous elder world whose nature was becoming more and more hideously +plain to us. In the end, however, we made the plunge, and scrambled up over the +rubble into the gaping embrasure. The floor beyond was of great slate slabs, and +seemed to form the outlet of a long, high corridor with sculptured walls. + +Observing the many inner archways which led off from it, and realizing the +probable complexity of the nest of apartments within, we decided that we must +begin our system of hare-and-hound trail blazing. Hitherto our compasses, +together with frequent glimpses of the vast mountain range between the towers +in our rear, had been enough to prevent our losing our way; but from now on, +the artificial substitute would be necessary. Accordingly we reduced our extra +paper to shreds of suitable size, placed these in a bag to be carried by Danforth, +and prepared to use them as economically as safety would allow. This method +would probably gain us immunity from straying, since there did not appear to be +any strong air currents inside the primordial masonry. If such should develop, or +if our paper supply should give out, we could of course fall back on the more +secure though more tedious and retarding method of rock chipping. + +Just how extensive a territory we had opened up, it was impossible to guess +without a trial. The close and frequent connection of the different buildings made +it likely that we might cross from one to another on bridges underneath the ice, +except where impeded by local collapses and geologic rifts, for very little +glaciation seemed to have entered the massive constructions. Almost all the areas +of transparent ice had revealed the submerged windows as tightly shuttered, as +if the town had been left in that uniform state until the glacial sheet came to +crystallize the lower part for all succeeding time. Indeed, one gained a curious + + + + +impression that this place had been dehberately closed and deserted in some +dim, bygone aeon, rather than overwhelmed by any sudden calamity or even +gradual decay. Had the coming of the ice been foreseen, and had a nameless +population left en masse to seek a less doomed abode? The precise physiographic +conditions attending the formation of the ice sheet at this point would have to +wait for later solution. It had not, very plainly, been a grinding drive. Perhaps +the pressure of accumulated snows had been responsible, and perhaps some +flood from the river, or from the bursting of some ancient glacial dam in the +great range, had helped to create the special state now observable. Imagination +could conceive almost anything in connection with this place. + + +It would be cumbrous to give a detailed, consecutive account of our wanderings +inside that cavernous, aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry - that +monstrous lair of elder secrets which now echoed for the first time, after +uncounted epochs, to the tread of human feet. This is especially true because so +much of the horrible drama and revelation came from a mere study of the +omnipresent mural carvings. Our flashlight photographs of those carvings will +do much toward proving the truth of what we are now disclosing, and it is +lamentable that we had not a larger film supply with us. As it was, we made +crude notebook sketches of certain salient features after all our films were used +up. + +The building which we had entered was one of great size and elaborateness, and +gave us an impressive notion of the architecture of that nameless geologic past. +The inner partitions were less massive than the outer walls, but on the lower +levels were excellently preserved. Labyrinthine complexity, involving curiously +irregular difference in floor levels, characterized the entire arrangement; and we +should certainly have been lost at the very outset but for the trail of torn paper +left behind us. We decided to explore the more decrepit upper parts first of all, +hence climbed aloft in the maze for a distance of some one hundred feet, to +where the topmost tier of chambers yawned snowily and ruinously open to the +polar sky. Ascent was effected over the steep, transversely ribbed stone ramps or +inclined planes which everywhere served in lieu of stairs. The rooms we +encountered were of all imaginable shapes and proportions, ranging from five- +pointed stars to triangles and perfect cubes. It might be safe to say that their +general average was about 30 x 30 feet in floor area, and 20 feet in height, though +many larger apartments existed. After thoroughly examining the upper regions +and the glacial level, we descended, story by story, into the submerged part, +where indeed we soon saw we were in a continuous maze of connected +chambers and passages probably leading over unlimited areas outside this +particular building. The Cyclopean massiveness and gigantism of everything + + + + +about us became curiously oppressive; and there was something vaguely but +deeply unhuman in all the contours, dimensions, proportions, decorations, and +constructional nuances of the blasphemously archaic stonework. We soon +realized, from what the carvings revealed, that this monstrous city was many +million years old. + +We cannot yet explain the engineering principles used in the anomalous +balancing and adjustment of the vast rock masses, though the function of the +arch was clearly much relied on. The rooms we visited were wholly bare of all +portable contents, a circumstance which sustained our belief in the city's +deliberate desertion. The prime decorative feature was the almost universal +system of mural sculpture, which tended to run in continuous horizontal bands +three feet wide and arranged from floor to ceiling in alternation with bands of +equal width given over to geometrical arabesques. There were exceptions to this +rule of arrangement, but its preponderance was overwhelming. Often, however, +a series of smooth car-touches containing oddly patterned groups of dots would +be sunk along one of the arabesque bands. + +The technique, we soon saw, was mature, accomplished, and aesthetically +evolved to the highest degree of civilized mastery, though utterly alien in every +detail to any known art tradition of the human race. In delicacy of execution no +sculpture I have ever seen could approach it. The minutest details of elaborate +vegetation, or of animal life, were rendered with astonishing vividness despite +the bold scale of the carvings; whilst the conventional designs were marvels of +skillful intricacy. The arabesques displayed a profound use of mathematical +principles, and were made up of obscurely symmetrical curves and angles based +on the quantity of five. The pictorial bands followed a highly formalized +tradition, and involved a peculiar treatment of perspective, but had an artistic +force that moved us profoundly, notwithstanding the intervening gulf of vast +geologic periods. Their method of design hinged on a singular juxtaposition of +the cross section with the two-dimensional silhouette, and embodied an +analytical psychology beyond that of any known race of antiquity. It is useless to +try to compare this art with any represented in our museums. Those who see our +photographs will probably find its closest analogue in certain grotesque +conceptions of the most daring futurists. + +The arabesque tracery consisted altogether of depressed lines, whose depth on +unweathered walls varied from one to two inches. When cartouches with dot +groups appeared - evidently as inscriptions in some unknown and primordial +language and alphabet - the depression of the smooth surface was perhaps an +inch and a half, and of the dots perhaps a half inch more. The pictorial bands +were in countersunk low relief, their background being depressed about two +inches from the original wall surface. In some specimens marks of a former + + + + +coloration could be detected, though for the most part the untold aeons had +disintegrated and banished any pigments which may have been applied. The +more one studied the marvelous technique, the more one admired the things. +Beneath their strict conventionalization one could grasp the minute and accurate +observation and graphic skill of the artists; and indeed, the very conventions +themselves served to symbolize and accentuate the real essence or vital +differentiation of every object delineated. We felt, too, that besides these +recognizable excellences there were others lurking beyond the reach of our +perceptions. Certain touches here and there gave vague hints of latent symbols +and stimuli which another mental and emotional background, and a fuller or +different sensory equipment, might have made of profound and poignant +significance to us. + +The subject matter of the sculptures obviously came from the life of the vanished +epoch of their creation, and contained a large proportion of evident history. It is +this abnormal historic-mindedness of the primal race - a chance circumstance +operating, through coincidence, miraculously in our favor - which made the +carvings so awesomely informative to us, and which caused us to place their +photography and transcription above all other considerations. In certain rooms +the dominant arrangement was varied by the presence of maps, astronomical +charts, and other scientific designs of an enlarged scale - these things giving a +naive and terrible corroboration to what we gathered from the pictorial friezes +and dadoes. In hinting at what the whole revealed, I can only hope that my +account will not arouse a curiosity greater than sane caution on the part of those +who believe me at all. It would be tragic if any were to be allured to that realm of +death and horror by the very warning meant to discourage them. + +Interrupting these sculptured walls were high windows and massive twelve-foot +doorways; both now and then retaining the petrified wooden planks - +elaborately carved and polished-of the actual shutters and doors. All metal +fixtures had long ago vanished, but some of the doors remained in place and had +to be forced aside as we progressed from room to room. Window frames with +odd transparent panes - mostly elliptical - survived here and there, though in no +considerable quantity. There were also frequent niches of great magnitude, +generally empty, but once in a while containing some bizarre object carved from +green soapstone which was either broken or perhaps held too inferior to warrant +removal. Other apertures were undoubtedly connected with bygone mechanical +facilities - heating, lighting, and the like-of a sort suggested in many of the +carvings. Ceilings tended to be plain, but had sometimes been inlaid with green +soapstone or other tiles, mostly fallen now. Floors were also paved with such +tiles, though plain stonework predominated. + + + + +As I have said, all furniture and other movables were absent; but the sculptures +gave a clear idea of the strange devices which had once filled these tomblike, +echoing rooms. Above the glacial sheet the floors were generally thick with +detritus, litter, and debris, but farther down this condition decreased. In some of +the lower chambers and corridors there was little more than gritty dust or +ancient incrustations, while occasional areas had an uncanny air of newly swept +immaculateness. Of course, where rifts or collapses had occurred, the lower +levels were as littered as the upper ones. A central court - as in other structures +we had seen from the air - saved the inner regions from total darkness; so that we +seldom had to use our electric torches in the upper rooms except when studying +sculptured details. Below the ice cap, however, the twilight deepened; and in +many parts of the tangled ground level there was an approach to absolute +blackness. + +To form even a rudimentary idea of our thoughts and feelings as we penetrated +this aeon-silent maze of unhuman masonry, one must correlate a hopelessly +bewildering chaos of fugitive moods, memories, and impressions. The sheer +appalling antiquity and lethal desolation of the place were enough to overwhelm +almost any sensitive person, but added to these elements were the recent +unexplained horror at the camp, and the revelations all too soon effected by the +terrible mural sculptures around us. The moment we came upon a perfect section +of carving, where no ambiguity of interpretation could exist, it took only a brief +study to give us the hideous truth - a truth which it would be naive to claim +Danforth and I had not independently suspected before, though we had carefully +refrained from even hinting it to each other. There could now be no further +merciful doubt about the nature of the beings which had built and inhabited this +monstrous dead city millions of years ago, when man's ancestors were primitive +archaic mammals, and vast dinosaurs roamed the tropical steppes of Europe and +Asia. + +We had previously clung to a desperate alternative and insisted - each to himself +- that the omnipresence of the five-pointed motifs meant only some cultural or +religious exaltation of the Archaean natural object which had so patently +embodied the quality of five-pointedness; as the decorative motifs of Minoan +Crete exalted the sacred bull, those of Egypt the scarabaeus, those of Rome the +wolf and the eagle, and those of various savage tribes some chosen totem animal. +But this lone refuge was now stripped from us, and we were forced to face +definitely the reason-shaking realization which the reader of these pages has +doubtless long ago anticipated. I can scarcely bear to write it down in black and +white even now, but perhaps that will not be necessary. + +The things once rearing and dwelling in this frightful masonry in the age of +dinosaurs were not indeed dinosaurs, but far worse. Mere dinosaurs were new + + + + +and almost brainless objects - but the builders of the city were wise and old, and +had left certain traces in rocks even then laid down well nigh a thousand million +years - rocks laid down before the true life of earth had advanced beyond plastic +groups of cells - rocks laid down before the true life of earth had existed at all. +They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals +of the fiendish elder myths which things like the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the +Necronomicon affrightedly hint about. They were the great "Old Ones" that had +filtered down from the stars when earth was young - the beings whose substance +an alien evolution had shaped, and whose powers were such as this planet had +never bred. And to think that only the day before Danforth and I had actually +looked upon fragments of their millennially fossilized substance - and that poor +Lake and his party had seen their complete outlines - It is of course impossible +for me to relate in proper order the stages by which we picked up what we know +of that monstrous chapter of prehuman life. After the first shock of the certain +revelation, we had to pause a while to recuperate, and it was fully three o'clock +before we got started on our actual tour of systematic research. The sculptures in +the building we entered were of relatively late date - perhaps two million years +ago-as checked up by geological, biological, and astronomical features - and +embodied an art which would be called decadent in comparison with that of +specimens we found in older buildings after crossing bridges under the glacial +sheet. One edifice hewn from the solid rock seemed to go back forty or possibly +even fifty million years - to the lower Eocene or upper Cretaceous - and +contained bas-reliefs of an artistry surpassing anything else, with one +tremendous exception, that we encountered. That was, we have since agreed, the +oldest domestic structure we traversed. + +Were it not for the support of those flashlights soon to be made public, I would +refrain from telling what I found and inferred, lest I be confined as a madman. Of +course, the infinitely early parts of the patchwork tale - representing the +preterrestrial life of the star-headed beings on other planets, in other galaxies, +and in other universes - can readily be interpreted as the fantastic mythology of +those beings themselves; yet such parts sometimes involved designs and +diagrams so uncannily close to the latest findings of mathematics and +astrophysics that I scarcely know what to think. Let others judge when they see +the photographs I shall publish. + +Naturally, no one set of carvings which we encountered told more than a fraction +of any connected story, nor did we even begin to come upon the various stages +of that story in their proper order. Some of the vast rooms were independent +units so far as their designs were concerned, whilst in other cases a continuous +chronicle would be carried through a series of rooms and corridors. The best of +the maps and diagrams were on the walls of a frightful abyss below even the +ancient ground level - a cavern perhaps two hundred feet square and sixty feet + + + + +high, which had almost undoubtedly been an educational center of some sort. +There were many provoking repetitions of the same material in different rooms +and buildings, since certain chapters of experience, and certain summaries or +phases of racial history, had evidently been favorites with different decorators or +dwellers. Sometimes, though, variant versions of the same theme proved useful +in settling debatable points and filling up gaps. + +I still wonder that we deduced so much in the short time at our disposal. Of +course, we even now have only the barest outline - and much of that was +obtained later on from a study of the photographs and sketches we made. It may +be the effect of this later study - the revived memories and vague impressions +acting in conjunction with his general sensitiveness and with that final supposed +horror-glimpse whose essence he will not reveal even to me - which has been the +immediate source of Danforth's present breakdown. But it had to be; for we +could not issue our warning intelligently without the fullest possible +information, and the issuance of that warning is a prime necessity. Certain +lingering influences in that unknown antarctic world of disordered time and +alien natural law make it imperative that further exploration be discouraged. + + +The full story, so far as deciphered, will eventually appear in an official bulletin +of Miskatonic University. Here I shall sketch only the salient highlights in a +formless, rambling way. Myth or otherwise, the sculptures told of the coming of +those star-headed things to the nascent, lifeless earth out of cosmic space - their +coming, and the coming of many other alien entities such as at certain times +embark upon spatial pioneering. They seemed able to traverse the interstellar +ether on their vast membranous wings - thus oddly confirming some curious hill +folklore long ago told me by an antiquarian colleague. They had lived under the +sea a good deal, building fantastic cities and fighting terrific battles with +nameless adversaries by means of intricate devices employing unknown +principles of energy. Evidently their scientific and mechanical knowledge far +surpassed man's today, though they made use of its more widespread and +elaborate forms only when obliged to. Some of the sculptures suggested that they +had passed through a stage of mechanized life on other planets, but had receded +upon finding its effects emotionally unsatisfying. Their preternatural toughness +of organization and simplicity of natural wants made them peculiarly able to live +on a high plane without the more specialized fruits of artificial manufacture, and +even without garments, except for occasional protection against the elements. + +It was under the sea, at first for food and later for other purposes, that they first +created earth life - using available substances according to long-known methods. +The more elaborate experiments came after the annihilation of various cosmic + + + + +enemies. They had done the same thing on other planets, having manufactured +not only necessary foods, but certain multicellular protoplasmic masses capable +of molding their tissues into all sorts of temporary organs under hypnotic +influence and thereby forming ideal slaves to perform the heavy work of the +community. These viscous masses were without doubt what Abdul Alhazred +whispered about as the "Shoggoths" in his frightful Necronomicon, though even +that mad Arab had not hinted that any existed on earth except in the dreams of +those who had chewed a certain alkaloidal herb. When the star-headed Old Ones +on this planet had synthesized their simple food forms and bred a good supply +of Shoggoths, they allowed other cell groups to develop into other forms of +animal and vegetable life for sundry purposes, extirpating any whose presence +became troublesome. + +With the aid of the Shoggoths, whose expansions could be made to lift +prodigious weights, the small, low cities under the sea grew to vast and +imposing labyrinths of stone not unlike those which later rose on land. Indeed, +the highly adaptable Old Ones had lived much on land in other parts of the +universe, and probably retained many traditions of land construction. As we +studied the architecture of all these sculptured palaeogean cities, including that +whose aeon-dead corridors we were even then traversing, we were impressed by +a curious coincidence which we have not yet tried to explain, even to ourselves. +The tops of the buildings, which in the actual city around us had, of course, been +weathered into shapeless ruins ages ago, were clearly displayed in the bas- +reliefs, and showed vast clusters of needle-like spires, delicate finials on certain +cone and pyramid apexes, and tiers of thin, horizontal scalloped disks capping +cylindrical shafts. This was exactly what we had seen in that monstrous and +portentous mirage, cast by a dead city whence such skyline features had been +absent for thousands and tens of thousands of years, which loomed on our +ignorant eyes across the unfathomed mountains of madness as we first +approached poor Lake's ill-fated camp. + +Of the life of the Old Ones, both under the sea and after part of them migrated to +land, volumes could be written. Those in shallow water had continued the fullest +use of the eyes at the ends of their five main head tentacles, and had practiced +the arts of sculpture and of writing in quite the usual way - the writing +accomplished with a stylus on waterproof waxen surfaces. Those lower down in +the ocean depths, though they used a curious phosphorescent organism to +furnish light, pieced out their vision with obscure special senses operating +through the prismatic cilia on their heads - senses which rendered all the Old +Ones partly independent of light in emergencies. Their forms of sculpture and +writing had changed curiously during the descent, embodying certain +apparently chemical coating processes - probably to secure phosphorescence - +which the basreliefs could not make clear to us. The beings moved in the sea + + + + +partly by swimming - using the lateral crinoid arms - and partly by wriggling +with the lower tier of tentacles containing the pseudofeet. Occasionally they +accomplished long swoops with the auxiliary use of two or more sets of their +fanlike folding wings. On land they locally used the pseudofeet, but now and +then flew to great heights or over long distances with their wings. The many +slender tentacles into which the crinoid arms branched were infinitely delicate, +flexible, strong, and accurate in muscular-nervous coordination - ensuring the +utmost skill and dexterity in all artistic and other manual operations. + +The toughness of the things was almost incredible. Even the terrific pressure of +the deepest sea bottoms appeared powerless to harm them. Very few seemed to +die at all except by violence, and their burial places were very limited. The fact +that they covered their vertically inhumed dead with five-pointed inscribed +mounds set up thoughts in Danforth and me which made a fresh pause and +recuperation necessary after the sculptures revealed it. The beings multiplied by +means of spores - like vegetable pteridophytes, as Lake had suspected - but, +owing to their prodigious toughness and longevity, and consequent lack of +replacement needs, they did not encourage the large-scale development of new +prothallia except when they had new regions to colonize. The young matured +swiftly, and received an education evidently beyond any standard we can +imagine. The prevailing intellectual and aesthetic life was highly evolved, and +produced a tenaciously enduring set of customs and institutions which I shall +describe more fully in my coming monograph. These varied slightly according to +sea or land residence, but had the same foundations and essentials. + +Though able, like vegetables, to derive nourishment from inorganic substances, +they vastly preferred organic and especially animal food. They ate uncooked +marine life under the sea, but cooked their viands on land. They hunted game +and raised meat herds - slaughtering with sharp weapons whose odd marks on +certain fossil bones our expedition had noted. They resisted all ordinary +temperatures marvelously, and in their natural state could live in water down to +freezing. When the great chill of the Pleistocene drew on, however - nearly a +million years ago-the land dwellers had to resort to special measures, including +artificial heating - until at last the deadly cold appears to have driven them back +into the sea. For their prehistoric flights through cosmic space, legend said, they +absorbed certain chemicals and became almost independent of eating, breathing, +or heat conditions - but by the time of the great cold they had lost track of the +method. In any case they could not have prolonged the artificial state indefinitely +without harm. + +Being nonpairing and semivegetable in structure, the Old Ones had no biological +basis for the family phase of mammal life, but seemed to organize large +households on the principles of comfortable space- utility and - as we deduced + + + +bl + + + +from the pictured occupations and diversions of co-dwellers - congenial mental +association. In furnishing their homes they kept everything in the center of the +huge rooms, leaving all the wall spaces free for decorative treatment. Lighting, in +the case of the land inhabitants, was accomplished by a device probably electro- +chemical in nature. Both on land and under water they used curious tables, +chairs and couches like cylindrical frames - for they rested and slept upright with +folded- down tentacles - and racks for hinged sets of dotted surfaces forming +their books. + +Government was evidently complex and probably socialistic, though no +certainties in this regard could be deduced from the sculptures we saw. There +was extensive commerce, both local and between different cities - certain small, +flat counters, five-pointed and inscribed, serving as money. Probably the smaller +of the various greenish soapstones found by our expedition were pieces of such +currency. Though the culture was mainly urban, some agriculture and much +stock raising existed. Mining and a limited amount of manufacturing were also +practiced. Travel was very frequent, but permanent migration seemed relatively +rare except for the vast colonizing movements by which the race expanded. For +personal locomotion no external aid was used, since in land, air, and water +movement alike the Old Ones seemed to possess excessively vast capacities for +speed. Loads, however, were drawn by beasts of burden - Shoggoths under the +sea, and a curious variety of primitive vertebrates in the later years of land +existence. + +These vertebrates, as well as an infinity of other life forms - animal and +vegetable, marine, terrestrial, and aerial - were the products of unguided +evolution acting on life cells made by the Old Ones, but escaping beyond their +radius of attention. They had been suffered to develop unchecked because they +had not come in conflict with the dominant beings. Bothersome forms, of course, +were mechanically exterminated. It interested us to see in some of the very last +and most decadent sculptures a shambling, primitive mammal, used sometimes +for food and sometimes as an amusing buffoon by the land dwellers, whose +vaguely simian and human foreshadowings were unmistakable. In the building +of land cities the huge stone blocks of the high towers were generally lifted by +vast-winged pterodactyls of a species heretofore unknown to paleontology. + +The persistence with which the Old Ones survived various geologic changes and +convulsions of the earth's crust was little short of miraculous. Though few or +none of their first cities seem to have remained beyond the Archaean Age, there +was no interruption in their civilization or in the transmission of their records. +Their original place of advent to the planet was the Antarctic Ocean, and it is +likely that they came not long after the matter forming the moon was wrenched +from the neighboring South Pacific. According to one of the sculptured maps the + + + + +whole globe was then under water, with stone cities scattered farther and farther +from the antarctic as aeons passed. Another map shows a vast bulk of dry land +around the south pole, where it is evident that some of the beings made +experimental settlements, though their main centers were transferred to the +nearest sea bottom. Later maps, which display the land mass as cracking and +drifting, and sending certain detached parts northward, uphold in a striking way +the theories of continental drift lately advanced by Taylor, Wegener, and Joly. + +With the upheaval of new land in the South Pacific tremendous events began. +Some of the marine cities were hopelessly shattered, yet that was not the worst +misfortune. Another race - a land race of beings shaped like octopi and probably +corresponding to fabulous prehuman spawn of Cthulhu - soon began filtering +down from cosmic infinity and precipitated a -monstrous war which for a time +drove the Old Ones wholly back to the sea - a colossal blow in view of the +increasing land settlements. Later peace was made, and the new lands were +given to the Cthulhu spawn whilst the Old Ones held the sea and the older +lands. New land cities were founded - the greatest of them in the antarctic, for +this region of first arrival was sacred. From then on, as before, the antarctic +remained the center of the Old Ones' civilization, and all the cities built there by +the Cthulhu spawn were blotted out. Then suddenly the lands of the Pacific sank +again, taking with them the frightful stone city of R'lyeh and all the cosmic +octopi, so that the Old Ones were again supreme on the planet except for one +shadowy fear about which they did not like to speak. At a rather later age their +cities dotted all the land and water areas of the globe - hence the +recommendation in my coming monograph that some archaeologist make +systematic borings with Pabodie's type of apparatus in certain widely separated +regions. + +The steady trend down the ages was from water to land - a movement +encouraged by the rise of new land masses, though the ocean was never wholly +deserted. Another cause of the landward movement was the new difficulty in +breeding and managing the Shoggoths upon which successful sea life depended. +With the march of time, as the sculptures sadly confessed, the art of creating new +life from inorganic matter had been lost, so that the Old Ones had to depend on +the molding of forms already in existence. On land the great reptiles proved +highly tractable; but the Shoggoths of the sea, reproducing by fission and +acquiring a dangerous degree of accidental intelligence, presented for a time a +formidable problem. + +They had always been controlled through the hypnotic suggestions of the Old +Ones, and had modeled their tough plasticity into various useful temporary +limbs and organs; but now their self-modeling powers were sometimes exercised +independently, and in various imitative forms implanted by past suggestion. + + + + +They had, it seems, developed a semistable brain whose separate and +occasionally stubborn volition echoed the will of the Old Ones without always +obeying it. Sculptured images of these Shoggoths filled Danforth and me with +horror and loathing. They were normally shapeless entities composed of a +viscous jelly which looked like an agglutination of bubbles, and each averaged +about fifteen feet in diameter when a sphere. They had, however, a constantly +shifting shape and volume - throwing out temporary developments or forming +apparent organs of sight, hearing, and speech in imitation of their masters, either +spontaneously or according to suggestion. + +They seem to have become peculiarly intractable toward the middle of the +Permian Age, perhaps one hundred and fifty million years ago, when a veritable +war of resubjugation was waged upon them by the marine Old Ones. Pictures of +this war, and of the headless, slime-coated fashion in which the Shoggoths +typically left their slain victims, held a marvelously fearsome quality despite the +intervening abyss of untold ages. The Old Ones had used curious weapons of +molecular and atomic disturbances against the rebel entities, and in the end had +achieved a complete victory. Thereafter the sculptures showed a period in which +Shoggoths were tamed and broken by armed Old Ones as the wild horses of the +American west were tamed by cowboys. Though during the rebellion the +Shoggoths had shown an ability to live out of water, this transition was not +encouraged - since their usefulness on land would hardly have been +commensurate with the trouble of their management. + +During the Jurassic Age the Old Ones met fresh adversity in the form of a new +invasion from outer space - this time by half-fungous, half-crustacean creatures - +creatures undoubtedly the same as those figuring in certain whispered hill +legends of the north, and remembered in the Himalayas as the Mi-Go, or +abominable Snow Men. To fight these beings the Old Ones attempted, for the +first time since their terrene advent, to sally forth again into the planetary ether; +but, despite all traditional preparations, found it no longer possible to leave the +earth's atmosphere. Whatever the old secret of interstellar travel had been, it was +now definitely lost to the race. In the end the Mi-Go drove the Old Ones out of all +the northern lands, though they were powerless to disturb those in the sea. Little +by little the slow retreat of the elder race to their original antarctic habitat was +beginning. + +It was curious to note from the pictured battles that both the Cthulhu spawn and +the Mi-Go seem to have been composed of matter more widely different from +that which we know than was the substance of the Old Ones. They were able to +undergo transformations and reintegrations impossible for their adversaries, and +seem therefore to have originally come from even remoter gulfs of the cosmic +space. The Old Ones, but for their abnormal toughness and peculiar vital + + + + +properties, were strictly material, and must have had their absolute origin within +the known space-time continuum - whereas the first sources of the other beings +can only be guessed at with bated breath. All this, of course, assuming that the +non-terrestrial linkages and the anomalies ascribed to the invading foes are not +pure mythology. Conceivably, the Old Ones might have invented a cosmic +framework to account for their occasional defeats, since historical interest and +pride obviously formed their chief psychological element. It is significant that +their annals failed to mention many advanced and potent races of beings whose +mighty cultures and towering cities figure persistently in certain obscure +legends. + +The changing state of the world through long geologic ages appeared with +startling vividness in many of the sculptured maps and scenes. In certain cases +existing science will require revision, while in other cases its bold deductions are +magnificently confirmed. As I have said, the hypothesis of Taylor, Wegener, and +Joly that all the continents are fragments of an original antarctic land mass which +cracked from centrifugal force and drifted apart over a technically viscous lower +surface - an hypothesis suggested by such things as the complementary outlines +of Africa and South America, and the way the great mountain chains are rolled +and shoved up - receives striking support from this uncanny source. + +Maps evidently showing the Carboniferous world of an hundred million or more +years ago displayed significant rifts and chasms destined later to separate Africa +from the once continuous realms of Europe (then the Valusia of primal legend), +Asia, the Americas, and the antarctic continent. Other charts - and most +significantly one in connection with the founding fifty million years ago of the +vast dead city around us - showed all the present continents well differentiated. +And in the latest discoverable specimen - dating perhaps from the Pliocene Age - +the approximate world of today appeared quite clearly despite the linkage of +Alaska with Siberia, of North America with Europe through Greenland, and of +South America with the antarctic continent through Graham Land. In the +Carboniferous map the whole globe-ocean floor and rifted land mass alike - bore +symbols of the Old Ones' vast stone cities, but in the later charts the gradual +recession toward the antarctic became very plain. The final Pliocene specimen +showed no land cities except on the antarctic continent and the tip of South +America, nor any ocean cities north of the fiftieth parallel of South Latitude. +Knowledge and interest in the northern world, save for a study of coast lines +probably made during long exploration flights on those fanlike membranous +wings, had evidently declined to zero among the Old Ones. + +Destruction of cities through the upthrust of mountains, the centrifugal rending +of continents, the seismic convulsions of land or sea bottom, and other natural +causes, was a matter of common record; and it was curious to observe how fewer + + + + +and fewer replacements were made as the ages wore on. The vast dead +megalopoHs that yawned around us seemed to be the last general center of the +race - built early in the Cretaceous Age after a titanic earth buckling had +obliterated a still vaster predecessor not far distant. It appeared that this general +region was the most sacred spot of all, where reputedly the first Old Ones had +settled on a primal sea bottom. In the new city - many of whose features we +could recognize in the sculptures, but which stretched fully a hundred miles +along the mountain range in each direction beyond the farthest limits of our +aerial survey - there were reputed to be preserved certain sacred stones forming +part of the first sea-bottom city, which thrust up to light after long epochs in the +course of the general crumbling of strata. + + +Naturally, Danforth and I studied with especial interest and a peculiarly +personal sense of awe everything pertaining to the immediate district in which +we were. Of this local material there was naturally a vast abundance; and on the +tangled ground level of the city we were lucky enough to find a house of very +late date whose walls, though somewhat damaged by a neighboring rift, +contained sculptures of decadent workmanship carrying the story of the region +much beyond the period of the Pliocene map whence we derived our last general +glimpse of the prehuman world. This was the last place we examined in detail, +since what we found there gave us a fresh immediate objective. + +Certainly, we were in one of the strangest, weirdest, and most terrible of all the +corners of earth's globe. Of all existing lands, it was infinitely the most ancient. +The conviction grew upon us that this hideous upland must indeed be the fabled +nightmare plateau of Leng which even the mad author of the Necronomicon was +reluctant to discuss. The great mountain chain was tremendously long - starting +as a low range at Luitpold Land on the east coast of Weddell Sea and virtually +crossing the entire continent. That really high part stretched in a mighty arc from +about Latitude 82°, E. Longitude 60° to Latitude 70°, E. Longitude 115°, with its +concave side toward our camp and its seaward end in the region of that long, ice- +locked coast whose hills were glimpsed by Wilkes and Mawson at the antarctic +circle. + +Yet even more monstrous exaggerations of nature seemed disturbingly close at +hand. I have said that these peaks are higher than the Himalayas, but the +sculptures forbid me to say that they are earth's highest. That grim honor is +beyond doubt reserved for something which half the sculptures hesitated to +record at all, whilst others approached it with obvious repugnance and +trepidation. It seems that there was one part of the ancient land - the first part +that ever rose from the waters after the earth had flung off the moon and the Old + + + + +Ones had seeped down, from the stars - which had come to be shunned as +vaguely and namelessly evil. Cities built there had crumbled before their time, +and had been found suddenly deserted. Then when the first great earth buckling +had convulsed the region in the Comanchian Age, a frightful line of peaks had +shot suddenly up amidst the most appalling din and chaos - and earth had +received her loftiest and most terrible mountains. + +If the scale of the carvings was correct, these abhorred things must have been +much over forty thousand feet high - radically vaster than even the shocking +mountains of madness we had crossed. They extended, it appeared, from about +Latitude 77°, E. Longitude 70° to Latitude 70°, E. Longitude 100° - less than three +hundred miles away from the dead city, so that we would have spied their +dreaded summits in the dim western distance had it not been for that vague, +opalescent haze. Their northern end must likewise be visible from the long +antarctic circle coast line at Queen Mary Land. + +Some of the Old Ones, in the decadent days, had made strange prayers to those +mountains - but none ever went near them or dared to guess what lay beyond. +No human eye had ever seen them, and as I studied the emotions conveyed in +the carvings, I prayed that none ever might. There are protecting hills along the +coast beyond them - Queen Mary and Kaiser Wilhelm Lands - and I thank +Heaven no one has been able to land and climb those hills. I am not as sceptical +about old tales and fears as I used to be, and I do not laugh now at the prehuman +sculptor's notion that lightning paused meaningfully now and then at each of the +brooding crests, and that an unexplained glow shone from one of those terrible +pinnacles all through the long polar night. There may be a very real and very +monstrous meaning in the old Pnakotic whispers about Kadath in the Cold +Waste. + +But the terrain close at hand was hardly less strange, even if less namelessly +accursed. Soon after the founding of the city the great mountain range became +the seat of the principal temples, and many carvings showed what grotesque and +fantastic towers had pierced the sky where now we saw only the curiously +clinging cubes and ramparts. In the course of ages the caves had appeared, and +had been shaped into adjuncts of the temples. With the advance of still later +epochs, all the limestone veins of the region were hollowed out by ground +waters, so that the mountains, the foothills, and the plains below them were a +veritable network of connected caverns and galleries. Many graphic sculptures +told of explorations deep underground, and of the final discovery of the Stygian +sunless sea that lurked at earth's bowels. + +This vast nighted gulf had undoubtedly been worn by the great river which +flowed down from the nameless and horrible westward mountains, and which + + + + +had formerly turned at the base of the Old Ones' range and flowed beside that +chain into the Indian Ocean between Budd and Totten Lands on Wilkes's coast +line. Little by little it had eaten away the limestone hill base at its turning, till at +last its sapping currents reached the caverns of the ground waters and joined +with them in digging a deeper abyss. Finally its whole bulk emptied into the +hollow hills and left the old bed toward the ocean dry. Much of the later city as +we now found it had been built over that former bed. The Old Ones, +understanding what had happened, and exercising their always keen artistic +sense, had carved into ornate pylons those headlands of the foothills where the +great stream began its descent into eternal darkness. + +This river, once crossed by scores of noble stone bridges, was plainly the one +whose extinct course we had seen in our aeroplane survey. Its position in +different carvings of the city helped us to orient ourselves to the scene as it had +been at various stages of the region's age-long, aeon-dead history, so that we +were able to sketch a hasty but careful map of the salient features - squares, +important buildings, and the like - for guidance in further explorations. We could +soon reconstruct in fancy the whole stupendous thing as it was a million or ten +million or fifty million years ago, for the sculptures told us exactly what the +buildings and mountains and squares and suburbs and landscape setting and +luxuriant Tertiary vegetation had looked like. It must have had a marvelous and +mystic beauty, and as I thought of it, I almost forgot the clammy sense of sinister +oppression with which the city's inhuman age and massiveness and deadness +and remoteness and glacial twilight had choked and weighed on my spirit. Yet +according to certain carvings, the denizens of that city had themselves known the +clutch of oppressive terror; for there was a somber and recurrent type of scene in +which the Old Ones were shown in the act of recoiling affrightedly from some +object - never allowed to appear in the design - found in the great river and +indicated as having been washed down through waving, vine-draped cycad +forests from those horrible westward mountains. + +It was only in the one late-built house with the decadent carvings that we +obtained any foreshadowing of the final calamity leading to the city's desertion. +Undoubtedly there must have been many sculptures of the same age elsewhere, +even allowing for the slackened energies and aspirations of a stressful and +uncertain period; indeed, very certain evidence of the existence of others came to +us shortly afterward. But this was the first and only set we directly encountered. +We meant to look farther later on; but as I have said, immediate conditions +dictated another present objective. There would, though, have been a limit - for +after all hope of a long future occupancy of the place had perished among the +Old Ones, there could not but have been a complete cessation of mural +decoration. The ultimate blow, of course, was the coming of the great cold which +once held most of the earth in thrall, and which has never departed from the ill- + + + + +fated poles - the great cold that, at the world's other extremity, put an end to the +fabled lands of Lomar and Hyperborea. + +Just when this tendency began in the antarctic, it would be hard to say in terms +of exact years. Nowadays we set the beginning of the general glacial periods at a +distance of about five hundred thousand years from the present, but at the poles +the terrible scourge must have commenced much earlier. All quantitative +estimates are partly guesswork, but it is quite likely that the decadent sculptures +were made considerably less than a million years ago, and that the actual +desertion of the city was complete long before the conventional opening of the +Pleistocene - five hundred thousand years ago - as reckoned in terms of the +earth's whole surface. + +In the decadent sculptures there were signs of thinner vegetation everywhere, +and of a decreased country life on the part of the Old Ones. Heating devices were +shown in the houses, and winter travelers were represented as muffled in +protective fabrics. Then we saw a series of cartouches - the continuous band +arrangement being frequently interrupted in these late carvings - depicting a +constantly growing migration to the nearest refuges of greater warmth - some +fleeing to cities under the sea off the far-away coast, and some clambering down +through networks of limestone caverns in the hollow hills to the neighboring +black abyss of subterrene waters. + +In the end it seems to have been the neighboring abyss which received the +greatest colonization. This was partly due, no doubt, to the traditional sacredness +of this special region, but may have been more conclusively determined by the +opportunities it gave for continuing the use of the great temples on the +honeycombed mountains, and for retaining the vast land city as a place of +summer residence and base of communication with various mines. The linkage +of old and new abodes was made more effective by means of several gradings +and improvements along the connecting routes, including the chiseling of +numerous direct tunnels from the ancient metropolis to the black abyss - sharply +down-pointing tunnels whose mouths we carefully drew, according to our most +thoughtful estimates, on the guide map we were compiling. It was obvious that +at least two of these tunnels lay within a reasonable exploring distance of where +we were - both being on the mountainward edge of the city, one less than a +quarter of a mile toward the ancient river course, and the other perhaps twice +that distance in the opposite direction. + +The abyss, it seems, had shelving shores of dry land at certain places, but the Old +Ones built their new city under water - no doubt because of its greater certainty +of uniform warmth. The depth of the hidden sea appears to have been very great, +so that the earth's internal heat could ensure its habitability for an indefinite + + + + +period. The beings seemed to have had no trouble in adapting themselves to +part-time - and eventually, of course, whole-time - residence under water, since +they had never allowed their gill systems to atrophy. There were many +sculptures which showed how they had always frequently visited their +submarine kinsfolk elsewhere, and how they had habitually bathed on the deep +bottom of their great river. The darkness of inner earth could likewise have been +no deterrent to a race accustomed to long antarctic nights. + +Decadent though their style undoubtedly was, these latest carvings had a truly +epic quality where they told of the building of the new city in the cavern sea. The +Old Ones had gone about it scientifically - quarrying insoluble rocks from the +heart of the honeycombed mountains, and employing expert workers from the +nearest submarine city to perform the construction according to the best +methods. These workers brought with them all that was necessary to establish +the new venture - Shoggoth tissue from which to breed stone lifters and +subsequent beasts of burden for the cavern city, and other protoplasmic matter to +mold into phosphorescent organisms for lighting purposes. + +At last a mighty metropolis rose on the bottom of that Stygian sea, its +architecture much like that of the city above, and its workmanship displaying +relatively little decadence because of the precise mathematical element inherent +in building operations. The newly bred Shoggoths grew to enormous size and +singular intelligence, and were represented as taking and executing orders with +marvelous quickness. They seemed to converse with the Old Ones by mimicking +their voices - a sort of musical piping over a wide range, if poor Lake's dissection +had indicated aright - and to work more from spoken commands than from +hypnotic suggestions as in earlier times. They were, however, kept in admirable +control. The phosphorescent organisms supplied light With vast effectiveness, +and doubtless atoned for the loss of the familiar polar auroras of the outer-world +night. + +Art and decoration were pursued, though of course with a certain decadence. +The Old Ones seemed to realize this falling off themselves, and in many cases +anticipated the policy of Constantine the Great by transplanting especially fine +blocks of ancient carving from their land city, just as the emperor, in a similar age +of decline, stripped Greece and Asia of their finest art to give his new Byzantine +capital greater splendors than its own people could create. That the transfer of +sculptured blocks had not been more extensive was doubtless owing to the fact +that the land city was not at first wholly abandoned. By the time total +abandonment did occur - and it surely must have occurred before the polar +Pleistocene was far advanced - the Old Ones had perhaps become satisfied with +their decadent art - or had ceased to recognize the superior merit of the older +carvings. At any rate, the aeon-silent ruins around us had certainly undergone no + + + + +wholesale sculptural denudation, though all the best separate statues, like other +movables, had been taken away. + +The decadent cartouches and dadoes telling this story were, as I have said, the +latest we could find in our limited search. They left us with a picture of the Old +Ones shuttling back and forth betwixt the land city in summer and the sea- +cavern city in winter, and sometimes trading with the sea-bottom cities off the +antarctic coast. By this time the ultimate doom of the land city must have been +recognized, for the sculptures showed many signs of the cold's malign +encroachments. Vegetation was declining, and the terrible snows of the winter +no longer melted completely even in midsummer. The saunan livestock were +nearly all dead, and the mammals were standing it none too well. To keep on +with the work of the upper world it had become necessary to adapt some of the +amorphous and curiously cold-resistant Shoggoths to land life - a thing the Old +Ones had formerly been reluctant to do. The great river was now lifeless, and the +upper sea had lost most of its denizens except the seals and whales. All the birds +had flown away, save only the great, grotesque penguins. + +What had happened afterward we could only guess. How long had the new sea- +cavern city survived? Was it still down there, a stony corpse in eternal blackness? +Had the subterranean waters frozen at last? To what fate had the ocean-bottom +cities of the outer world been delivered? Had any of the Old Ones shifted north +ahead of the creeping ice cap? Existing geology shows no trace of their presence. +Had the frightful Mi-Go been still a menace in the outer land world of the north? +Could one be sure of what might or might not linger, even to this day, in the +lightless and unplumbed abysses of earth's deepest waters? Those things had +seemingly been able to withstand any amount of pressure - and men of the sea +have fished up curious objects at times. And has the killer-whale theory really +explained the savage and mysterious scars on antarctic seals noticed a generation +ago by Borchgrevingk? + +The specimens found by poor Lake did not enter into these guesses, for their +geologic setting proved them to have lived at what must have been a very early +date in the land city's history. They were, according to their location, certainly +not less than thirty million years old, and we reflected that in their day the sea- +cavern city, and indeed the cavern itself, had had no existence. They would have +remembered an older scene, with lush Tertiary vegetation everywhere, a +younger land city of flourishing arts around them, and a great river sweeping +northward along the base of the mighty mountains toward a far-away tropic +ocean. + +And yet we could not help thinking about these specimens - especially about the +eight perfect ones that were missing from Lake's hideously ravaged camp. There + + + + +was something abnormal about that whole business - the strange things we had +tried so hard to lay to somebody's madness - those frightful graves - the amount +and nature of the missing material - Gedney - the unearthly toughness of those +archaic monstrosities, and the queer vital freaks the sculptures now showed the +race to have - Danforth and I had seen a good deal in the last few hours, and +were prepared to believe and keep silent about many appalling and incredible +secrets of primal nature. + + +I have said that our study of the decadent sculptures brought about a change in +our immediate objective. This, of course, had to do with the chiseled avenues to +the black inner world, of whose existence we had not known before, but which +we were now eager to find and traverse. From the evident scale of the carvings +we deduced that a steeply descending walk of about a mile through either of the +neighboring tunnels would bring us to the brink of the dizzy, sunless cliffs about +the great abyss; down whose sides paths, improved by the Old Ones, led to the +rocky shore of the hidden and nighted ocean. To behold this fabulous gulf in +stark reality was a lure which seemed impossible of resistance once we knew of +the thing - yet we realized we must begin the quest at once if we expected to +include it in our present trip. + +It was now 8 P.M., and we did not have enough battery replacements to let our +torches burn on forever. We had done so much studying and copying below the +glacial level that our battery supply had had at least five hours of nearly +continuous use, and despite the special dry cell formula, would obviously be +good for only about four more - though by keeping one torch unused, except for +especially interesting or difficult places, we might manage to eke out a safe +margin beyond that. It would not do to be without a light in these Cyclopean +catacombs, hence in order to make the abyss trip we must give up all further +mural deciphering. Of course we intended to revisit the place for days and +perhaps weeks of intensive study and photography - curiosity having long ago +got the better of horror - but just now we must hasten. + +Our supply of trail-blazing paper was far from unlimited, and we were reluctant +to sacrifice spare notebooks or sketching paper to augment it, but we did let one +large notebook go. If worse came to worst we could resort to rock chipping - and +of course it would be possible, even in case of really lost direction, to work up to +full daylight by one channel or another if granted sufficient time for plentiful +trial and error. So at last we set off eagerly in the indicated direction of the +nearest tunnel. + + + + +According to the carvings from which we had made our map, the desired tunnel +mouth could not be much more than a quarter of a mile from where we stood; +the intervening space showing solid-looking buildings quite likely to be +penetrable still at a sub-glacial level. The opening itself would be in the basement +- on the angle nearest the foothills - of a vast five-pointed structure of evidently +public and perhaps ceremonial nature, which we tried to identify from our aerial +survey of the ruins. + +No such structure came to our minds as we recalled our flight, hence we +concluded that its upper parts had been greatly damaged, or that it had been +totally shattered in an ice rift we had noticed. In the latter case the tunnel would +probably turn out to be choked, so that we would have to try the next nearest +one - the one less than a mile to the north. The intervening river course +prevented our trying any of the more southern tunnels on this trip; and indeed, if +both of the neighboring ones were choked it was doubtful whether our batteries +would warrant an attempt on the next northerly one - about a mile beyond our +second choice. + +As we threaded our dim way through the labyrinth with the aid of map and +compass - traversing rooms and corridors in every stage of ruin or preservation, +clambering up ramps, crossing upper floors and bridges and clambering down +again, encountering choked doorways and piles of debris, hastening now and +then along finely preserved and uncannily immaculate stretches, taking false +leads and retracing our way (in such cases removing the blind paper trail we had +left), and once in a while striking the bottom of an open shaft through which +daylight poured or trickled down - we were repeatedly tantalized by the +sculptured walls along our route. Many must have told tales of immense +historical importance, and only the prospect of later visits reconciled us to the +need of passing them by. As it was, we slowed down once in a while and turned +on our second torch. If we had had more films, we would certainly have paused +briefly to photograph certain bas-reliefs, but time-consuming hand-copying was +clearly out of the question. + +I come now once more to a place where the temptation to hesitate, or to hint +rather than state, is very strong. It is necessary, however, to reveal the rest in +order to justify my course in discouraging further exploration. We had wormed +our way very close to the computed site of the tunnel's mouth - having crossed a +second-story bridge to what seemed plainly the tip of a pointed wall, and +descended to a ruinous corridor especially rich in decadently elaborate and +apparently ritualistic sculptures of late workmanship - when, shortly before 8:30 +P.M., Danforth's keen young nostrils gave us the first hint of something unusual. +If we had had a dog with us, I suppose we would have been warned before. At +first we could not precisely say what was wrong with the formerly crystal-pure + + + + +air, but after a few seconds our memories reacted only too definitely. Let me try +to state the thing without flinching. There was an odor - and that odor was +vaguely, subtly, and unmistakably akin to what had nauseated us upon opening +the insane grave of the horror poor Lake had dissected. + +Of course the revelation was not as clearly cut at the time as it sounds now. There +were several conceivable explanations, and we did a good deal of indecisive +whispering. Most important of all, we did not retreat without further +investigation; for having come this far, we were loath to be balked by anything +short of certain disaster. Anyway, what we must have suspected was altogether +too wild to believe. Such things did not happen in any normal world. It was +probably sheer irrational instinct which made us dim our single torch - tempted +no longer by the decadent and sinister sculptures that leered menacingly from +the oppressive walls - and which softened our progress to a cautious tiptoeing +and crawling over the increasingly littered floor and heaps of debris. + +Danforth's eyes as well as nose proved better than mine, for it was likewise he +who first noticed the queer aspect of the debris after we had passed many half- +choked arches leading to chambers and corridors on the ground level. It did not +look quite as it ought after countless thousands of years of desertion, and when +we cautiously turned on more light we saw that a kind of swath seemed to have +been lately tracked through it. The irregular nature of the litter precluded any +definite marks, but in the smoother places there were suggestions of the +dragging of heavy objects. Once we thought there was a hint of parallel tracks as +if of runners. This was what made us pause again. + +It was during that pause that we caught - simultaneously this time - the other +odor ahead. Paradoxically, it was both a less frightful and more frightful odor - +less frightful intrinsically, but infinitely appalling in this place under the known +circumstances - unless, of course, Gedney - for the odor was the plain and +familiar one of common petrol - every-day gasoline. + +Our motivation after that is something I will leave to psychologists. We knew +now that some terrible extension of the camp horrors must have crawled into this +nighted burial place of the aeons, hence could not doubt any longer the existence +of nameless conditions - present or at least recent just ahead. Yet in the end we +did let sheer burning curiosity-or anxiety-or autohypnotism - or vague thoughts +of responsibility toward Gedney - or what not - drive us on. Danforth whispered +again of the print he thought he had seen at the alley turning in the ruins above; +and of the faint musical piping - potentially of tremendous significance in the +light of Lake's dissection report, despite its close resemblance to the cave-mouth +echoes of the windy peaks - which he thought he had shortly afterward half +heard from unknown depths below. I, in my turn, whispered of how the camp + + + + +was left - of what had disappeared, and of how the madness of a lone survivor +might have conceived the inconceivable - a wild trip across the monstrous +mountains and a descent into the unknown, primal masonry - But we could not +convince each other, or even ourselves, of anything definite. We had turned off +all light as we stood still, and vaguely noticed that a trace of deeply filtered +upper day kept the blackness from being absolute. Having automatically begun +to move ahead, we guided ourselves by occasional flashes from our torch. The +disturbed debris formed an impression we could not shake off, and the smell of +gasoline grew stronger. More and more ruin met our eyes and hampered our +feet, until very soon we saw that the forward way was about to cease. We had +been all too correct in our pessimistic guess about that rift glimpsed from the air. +Our tunnel quest was a blind one, and we were not even going to be able to +reach the basement out of which the abyssward aperture opened. + +The torch, flashing over the grotesquely carved walls of the blocked corridor in +which we stood, showed several doorways in various states of obstruction; and +from one of them the gasoline odor-quite submerging that other hint of odor - +came with especial distinctness. As we looked more steadily, we saw that +beyond a doubt there had been a slight and recent clearing away of debris from +that particular opening. Whatever the lurking horror might be, we believed the +direct avenue toward it was now plainly manifest. I do not think anyone will +wonder that we waited an appreciable time before making any further motion. + +And yet, when we did venture inside that black arch, our first impression was +one of anticlimax. For amidst the littered expanse of that sculptured Crypt - a +perfect cube with sides of about twenty feet - there remained no recent object of +instantly discernible size; so that we looked instinctively, though in vain, for a +farther doorway. In another moment, however, Danforth's sharp vision had +descried a place where the floor debris had been disturbed; and we turned on +both torches full strength. Though what we saw in that light was actually simple +and trifling, I am none the less reluctant to tell of it because of what it implied. It +was a rough leveling of the debris, upon which several small objects lay +carelessly scattered, and at one corner of which a considerable amount of +gasoline must have been spilled lately enough to leave a strong odor even at this +extreme superplateau altitude. In other words, it could not be other than a sort of +camp - a camp made by questing beings who, like us, had been turned back by +the unexpectedly choked way to the abyss. + +Let me be plain. The scattered objects were, so far as substance was concerned, +all from Lake's camp; and consisted of tin cans as queerly opened as those we +had seen at that ravaged place, many spent matches, three illustrated books more +or less curiously smudged, an empty ink bottle with its pictorial and +instructional carton, a broken fountain pen, some oddly snipped fragments of fur + + + + +and tent cloth, a used electric battery with circular of directions, a folder that +came with our type of tent heater, and a sprinkling of crumpled papers. It was all +bad enough but when we smoothed out the papers and looked at what was on +them, we felt we had come to the worst. We had found certain inexplicably +blotted papers at the camp which might have prepared us, yet the effect of the +sight down there in the prehuman vaults of a nightmare city was almost too +much to bear. + +A mad Gedney might have made the groups of dots in imitation of those found +on the greenish soapstones, just as the dots on those insane five-pointed grave +mounds might have been made; and he might conceivably have prepared rough, +hasty sketches - varying in their accuracy or lack of it - which outlined the +neighboring parts of the city and traced the way from a circularly represented +place outside our previous route - a place we identified as a great cylindrical +tower in the carvings and as a vast circular gulf glimpsed in our aerial survey - to +the present five-pointed structure and the tunnel mouth therein. + +He might, I repeat, have prepared such sketches; for those before us were quite +obviously compiled, as our own had been, from late sculptures somewhere in the +glacial labyrinth, though not from the ones which we had seen and used. But +what the art-blind bungler could never have done was to execute those sketches +in a strange and assured technique perhaps superior, despite haste and +carelessness, to any of the decadent carvings from which they were taken - the +characteristic and unmistakable technique of the Old Ones themselves in the +dead city's heyday. + +There are those who will say Danforth and I were utterly mad not to flee for our +lives after that; since our conclusions were now - notwithstanding their wildness + +- completely fixed, and of a nature I need not even mention to those who have +read my account as far as this. Perhaps we were mad - for have I not said those +horrible peaks were mountains of madness? But I think I can detect something of +the same spirit - albeit in a less extreme form - in the men who stalk deadly +beasts through African jungles to photograph them or study their habits. Half +paralyzed with terror though we were, there was nevertheless fanned within us a +blazing flame of awe and curiosity which triumphed in the end. + +Of course we did not mean to face that - or those - which we knew had been +there, but we felt that they must be gone by now. They would by this time have +found the other neighboring entrance to the abyss, and have passed within, to +whatever night-black fragments of the past might await them in the ultimate gulf + +- the ultimate gulf they had never seen. Or if that entrance, too, was blocked, they +would have gone on to the north seeking another. They were, we remembered, +partly independent of light. + + + + +Looking back to that moment, I can scarcely recall just what precise form our +new emotions took - just what change of immediate objective it was that so +sharpened our sense of expectancy. We certainly did not mean to face what we +feared - yet I will not deny that we may have had a lurking, unconscious wish to +spy certain things from some hidden vantage point. Probably we had not given +up our zeal to glimpse the abyss itself, though there was interposed a new goal +in the form of that great circular place shown on the crumpled sketches we had +found. We had at once recognized it as a monstrous cylindrical tower figuring in +the very earliest carvings, but appearing only as a prodigious round aperture +from above. Something about the impressiveness of its rendering, even in these +hasty diagrams, made us think that its subglacial levels must still form a feature +of peculiar importance. Perhaps it embodied architectural marvels as yet +unencountered by us. It was certainly of incredible age according to the +sculptures in which it figured - being indeed among the first things built in the +city. Its carvings, if preserved, could not but be highly significant. Moreover, it +might form a good present link with the upper world - a shorter route than the +one we were so carefully blazing, and probably that by which those others had +descended. + +At any rate, the thing we did was to study the terrible sketches - which quite +perfectly confirmed our own - and start back over the indicated course to the +circular place; the course which our nameless predecessors must have traversed +twice before us. The other neighboring gate to the abyss would lie beyond that. I +need not speak of our journey - during which we continued to leave an +economical trail of paper - for it was precisely the same in kind as that by which +we had reached the cul-de-sac; except that it tended to adhere more closely to the +ground level and even descend to basement corridors. Every now and then we +could trace certain disturbing marks in the debris or litter underfoot; and after +we had passed outside the radius of the gasoline scent, we were again faintly +conscious - spasmodically - of that more hideous and more persistent scent. After +the way had branched from our former course, we sometimes gave the rays of +our single torch a furtive sweep along the walls; noting in almost every case the +well-nigh omnipresent sculptures, which indeed seem to have formed a main +aesthetic outlet for the Old Ones. + +About 9:30 P.M., while traversing a long, vaulted corridor whose increasingly +glaciated floor seemed somewhat below the ground level and whose roof grew +lower as we advanced, we began to see strong daylight ahead and were able to +turn off our torch. It appeared that we were coming to the vast circular place, +and that our distance from the upper air could not be very great. The corridor +ended in an arch surprisingly low for these megalithic ruins, but we could see +much through it even before we emerged. Beyond there stretched a prodigious +round space - fully two hundred feet in diameter - strewn with debris and + + + + +containing many choked archways corresponding to the one we were about to +cross. The walls were - in available spaces - boldly sculptured into a spiral band +of heroic proportions; and displayed, despite the destructive weathering caused +by the openness of the spot, an artistic splendor far beyond anything we had +encountered before. The littered floor was quite heavily glaciated, and we +fancied that the true bottom lay at a considerably lower depth. + +But the salient object of the place was the titanic stone ramp which, eluding the +archways by a sharp turn outward into the open floor, wound spirally up the +stupendous cylindrical wall like an inside counterpart of those once climbing +outside the monstrous towers or ziggurats of antique Babylon. Only the rapidity +of our flight, and the perspective which confounded the descent with the tower's +inner wall, had prevented our noticing this feature from the air, and thus caused +us to seek another avenue to the subglacial level. Pabodie might have been able +to tell what sort of engineering held it in place, but Danforth and I could merely +admire and marvel. We could see mighty stone corbels and pillars here and +there, but what we saw seemed inadequate to the function performed. The thing +was excellently preserved up to the present top of the tower - a highly +remarkable circumstance in view of its exposure - and its shelter had done much +to protect the bizarre and disturbing cosmic sculptures on the walls. + +As we stepped out into the awesome half daylight of this monstrous cylinder +bottom - fifty million years old, and without doubt the most primally ancient +structure ever to meet our eyes - we saw that the ramp- traversed sides stretched +dizzily up to a height of fully sixty feet. This, we recalled from our aerial survey, +meant an outside glaciation of some forty feet; since the yawning gulf we had +seen from the plane had been at the top of an approximately twenty-foot mound +of crumbled masonry, somewhat sheltered for three-fourths of its circumference +by the massive curving walls of a line of higher ruins. According to the +sculptures, the original tower had stood in the center of an immense circular +plaza, and had been perhaps five hundred or six hundred feet high, with tiers of +horizontal disks near the top, and a row of needlelike spires along the upper rim. +Most of the masonry had obviously toppled outward rather than inward - a +fortunate happening, since otherwise the ramp might have been shattered and +the whole interior choked. As it was, the ramp showed sad battering; whilst the +choking was such that all the archways at the bottom seemed to have been +recently cleared. + +It took us only a moment to conclude that this was indeed the route by which +those others had descended, and that this would be the logical route for our own +ascent despite the long trail of paper we had left elsewhere. The tower's mouth +was no farther from the foothills and our waiting plane than was the great +terraced building we had entered, and any further subglacial exploration we + + + + +might make on this trip would He in this general region. Oddly, we were still +thinking about possible later trips - even after all we had seen and guessed. Then, +as we picked our way cautiously over the debris of the great floor, there came a +sight which for the time excluded all other matters. + +It was the neatly huddled array of three sledges in that farther angle of the +ramp's lower and outward- projecting course which had hitherto been screened +from our view. There they were - the three sledges missing from Lake's camp - +shaken by a hard usage which must have included forcible dragging along great +reaches of snowless masonry and debris, as well as much hand portage over +utterly unnavigable places. They were carefully and intelligently packed and +strapped, and contained things memorably familiar enough: the gasoline stove, +fuel cans, instrument cases, provision tins, tarpaulins obviously bulging with +books, and some bulging with less obvious contents - everything derived from +Lake's equipment. + +Alter what we had found in that other room, we were in a measure prepared for +this encounter. The really great shock came when we stepped over and undid +one tarpaulin whose outlines had peculiarly disquieted us. It seems that others as +well as Lake had been interested in collecting typical specimens; for there were +two here, both stiffly frozen, perfectly preserved, patched with adhesive plaster +where some wounds around the neck had occurred, and wrapped with care to +prevent further damage. They were the bodies of young Gedney and the missing +dog. + + +Many people will probably judge us callous as well as mad for thinking about +the northward tunnel and the abyss so soon after our somber discovery, and I am +not prepared to say that we would have immediately revived such thoughts but +for a specific circumstance which broke in upon us and set up a whole new train +of speculations. We had replaced the tarpaulin over poor Gedney and were +standing in a kind of mute bewilderment when the sounds finally reached our +consciousness - the first sounds we had heard since descending out of the open +where the mountain wind whined faintly from its unearthly heights. Well- +known and mundane though they were, their presence in this remote world of +death was more unexpected and unnerving than any grotesque or fabulous tones +could possibly have been - since they gave a fresh upsetting to all our notions of +cosmic harmony. + +Had it been some trace of that bizarre musical piping over a wide range which +Lake's dissection report had led us to expect in those others - and which, indeed, +our overwrought fancies had been reading into every wind howl we had heard + + + +7b + + + +since coining on the camp horror - it would have had a kind of helHsh congruity +with the aeon-dead region around us. A voice from other epochs belongs in a +graveyard of other epochs. As it was, however, the noise shattered all our +profoundly seated adjustments - all our tacit acceptance of the inner antarctic as a +waste utterly and irrevocably void of every vestige of normal life. What we heard +was not the fabulous note of any buried blasphemy of elder earth from whose +supernal toughness an age-denied polar sun had evoked a monstrous response. +Instead, it was a thing so mockingly normal and so unerringly familiarized by +our sea days off Victoria Land and our camp days at McMurdo Sound that we +shuddered to think of it here, where such things ought not to be. To be brief - it +was simply the raucous squawking of a penguin. + +The muffled sound floated from subglacial recesses nearly opposite to the +corridor whence we had come - regions manifestly in the direction of that other +tunnel to the vast abyss. The presence of a living water bird in such a direction - +in a world whose surface was one of age-long and uniform lifelessness - could +lead to only one conclusion; hence our first thought was to verify the objective +reality of the sound. It was, indeed, repeated, and seemed at times to come from +more than one throat. Seeking its source, we entered an archway from which +much debris had been cleared; resuming our trail blazing - with an added paper +supply taken with curious repugnance from one of the tarpaulin bundles on the +sledges - when we left daylight behind. + +As the glaciated floor gave place to a litter of detritus, we plainly discerned some +curious, dragging tracks; and once Danforth found a distinct print of a sort +whose description would be only too superfluous. The course indicated by the +penguin cries was precisely what our map and compass prescribed as an +approach to the more northerly tunnel mouth, and we were glad to find that a +bridgeless thoroughfare on the ground and basement levels seemed open. The +tunnel, according to the chart, ought to start from the basement of a large +pyramidal structure which we seemed vaguely to recall from our aerial survey as +remarkably well-preserved. Along our path the single torch showed a customary +profusion of carvings, but we did not pause to examine any of these. + +Suddenly a bulky white shape loomed up ahead of us, and we flashed on the +second torch. It is odd how wholly this new quest had turned our minds from +earlier fears of what might lurk near. Those other ones, having left their supplies +in the great circular place, must have planned to return after their scouting trip +toward or into the abyss; yet we had now discarded all caution concerning them +as completely as if they had never existed. This white, waddling thing was fully +six feet high, yet we seemed to realize at once that it was not one of those others. +They were larger and dark, and, according to the sculptures, their motion over +land surfaces was a swift, assured matter despite the queerness of their sea-born + + + + +tentacle equipment. But to say that the white thing did not profoundly frighten +us would be vain. We were indeed clutched for an instant by primitive dread +almost sharper than the worst of our reasoned fears regarding those others. Then +came a flash of anticlimax as the white shape sidled into a lateral archway to our +left to join two others of its kind which had summoned it in raucous tones. For it +was only a penguin - albeit of a huge, unknown species larger than the greatest +of the known king penguins, and monstrous in its combined albinism and virtual +eyelessness. + +When we had followed the thing into the archway and turned both our torches +on the indifferent and unheeding group of three, we saw that they were all +eyeless albinos of the same unknown and gigantic species. Their size reminded +us of some of the archaic penguins depicted in the Old Ones' sculptures, and it +did not take us long to conclude that they were descended from the same stock- +undoubtedly surviving through a retreat to some warmer inner region whose +perpetual blackness had destroyed their pigmentation and atrophied their eyes +to mere useless slits. That their present habitat was the vast abyss we sought, was +not for a moment to be doubted; and this evidence of the gulf's continued +warmth and habitability filled us with the most curious and subtly perturbing +fancies. + +We wondered, too, what had caused these three birds to venture out of their +usual domain. The state and silence of the great dead city made it clear that it +had at no time been an habitual seasonal rookery, whilst the manifest +indifference of the trio to our presence made it seem odd that any passing party +of those others should have startled them. Was it possible that those others had +taken some aggressive action or t- ried to increase their meat supply? We +doubted whether that pungent odor which the dogs had hated could cause an +equal antipathy in these penguins, since their ancestors had obviously lived on +excellent terms with the Old Ones - an amicable relationship which must have +survived in the abyss below as long as any of the Old Ones remained. Regretting +- in a flare-up of the old spirit of pure science - that we could not photograph +these anomalous creatures, we shortly left them to their squawking and pushed +on toward the abyss whose openness was now so positively proved to us, and +whose exact direction occasional penguin tracks made clear. + +Not long afterward a steep descent in a long, low, doorless, and peculiarly +sculptureless corridor led us to believe that we were approaching the tunnel +mouth at last. We had passed two more penguins, and heard others immediately +ahead. Then the corridor ended in a prodigious open space which made us gasp +involuntarily - a perfect inverted hemisphere, obviously deep underground; fully +a hundred feet in diameter and fifty feet high, with low archways opening +around all parts of the circumference but one, and that one yawning cavernously + + + +n + + + +with a black, arched aperture which broke the symmetry of the vauh to a height +of nearly fifteen feet. It was the entrance to the great abyss. + +In this vast hemisphere, whose concave roof was impressively though +decadently carved to a likeness of the primordial celestial dome, a few albino +penguins waddled - aliens there, but indifferent and unseeing. The black tunnel +yawned indefinitely off at a steep, descending grade, its aperture adorned with +grotesquely chiseled jambs and lintel. From that cryptical mouth we fancied a +current of slightly warmer air, and perhaps even a suspicion of vapor proceeded; +and we wondered what living entities other than penguins the limitless void +below, and the contiguous honeycombings of the land and the titan mountains, +might conceal. We wondered, too, whether the trace of mountaintop smoke at +first suspected by poor Lake, as well as the odd haze we had ourselves perceived +around the rampart-crowned peak, might not be caused by the tortuous- +channeled rising of some such vapor from the unfathomed regions of earth's +core. + +Entering the tunnel, we saw that its outline was - at least at the start - about +fifteen feet each way - sides, floor, and arched roof composed of the usual +megalithic masonry. The sides were sparsely decorated with cartouches of +conventional designs in a late, decadent style; and all the construction and +carving were marvelously well-preserved. The floor was quite clear, except for a +slight detritus bearing outgoing penguin tracks and the inward tracks of these +others. The farther one advanced, the warmer it became; so that we were soon +unbuttoning our heavy garments. We wondered whether there were any actually +igneous manifestations below, and whether the waters of that sunless sea were +hot. Alter a short distance the masonry gave place to solid rock, though the +tunnel kept the same proportions and presented the same aspect of carved +regularity. Occasionally its varying grade became so steep that grooves were cut +in the floor. Several times we noted the mouths of small lateral galleries not +recorded in our diagrams; none of them such as to complicate the problem of our +return, and all of them welcome as possible refuges in case we met unwelcome +entities on their way back from the abyss. The nameless scent of such things was +very distinct. Doubtless it was suicidally foolish to venture into that tunnel under +the known conditions, but the lure of the unplumbed is stronger in certain +persons than most suspect - indeed, it was just such a lure which had brought us +to this unearthly polar waste in the first place. We saw several penguins as we +passed along, and speculated on the distance we would have to traverse. The +carvings had led us to expect a steep downhill walk of about a mile to the abyss, +but our previous wanderings had shown us that matters of scale were not wholly +to be depended on. + + + + +Alter about a quarter of a mile that nameless scent became greatly accentuated, +and we kept very careful track of the various lateral openings we passed. There +was no visible vapor as at the mouth, but this was doubtless due to the lack of +contrasting cooler air. The temperature was rapidly ascending, and we were not +surprised to come upon a careless heap of material shudderingly familiar to us. It +was composed of furs and tent cloth taken from Lake's camp, and we did not +pause to study the bizarre forms into which the fabrics had been slashed. Slightly +beyond this point we noticed a decided increase in the size and number of the +side galleries, and concluded that the densely honeycombed region beneath the +higher foothills must now have been reached. The nameless scent was now +curiously mixed with another and scarcely less offensive odor - of what nature +we could not guess, though we thought of decaying organisms and perhaps +unknown subterranean fungi. Then came a startling expansion of the tunnel for +which the carvings had not prepared us - a broadening and rising into a lofty, +natural-looking elliptical cavern with a level floor, some seventy-five feet long +and fifty broad, and with many immense side passages leading away into +cryptical darkness. + +Though this cavern was natural in appearance, an inspection with both torches +suggested that it had been formed by the artificial destruction of several walls +between adjacent honey combings. The walls were rough, and the high, vaulted +roof was thick with stalactites; but the solid rock floor had been smoothed off, +and was free from all debris, detritus, or even dust to a positively abnormal +extent. Except for the avenue through which we had come, this was true of the +floors of all the great galleries opening off from it; and the singularity of the +condition was such as to set us vainly puzzling. The curious new fetor which had +supplemented the nameless scent was excessively pungent here; so much so that +it destroyed all trace of the other. Something about this whole place, with its +polished and almost glistening floor, struck us as more vaguely baffling and +horrible than any of the monstrous things we had previously encountered. + +The regularity of the passage immediately ahead, as well as the larger proportion +of penguin-droppings there, prevented all confusion as to the right course amidst +this plethora of equally great cave mouths. Nevertheless we resolved to resume +our paper trailblazing if any further complexity should develop; for dust tracks, +of course, could no longer be expected. Upon resuming our direct progress we +cast a beam of torchlight over the tunnel walls - and stopped short in amazement +at the supremely radical change which had come over the carvings in this part of +the passage. We realized, of course, the great decadence of the Old Ones' +sculpture at the time of the tunneling, and had indeed noticed the inferior +workmanship of the arabesques in the stretches behind us. But now, in this +deeper section beyond the cavern, there was a sudden difference wholly +transcending explanation - a difference in basic nature as well as in mere quality. + + + + +and involving so profound and calamitous a degradation of skill that nothing in +the hitherto observed rate of decline could have led one to expect it. + +This new and degenerate work was coarse, bold, and wholly lacking in delicacy +of detail. It was countersunk with exaggerated depth in bands following the +same general line as the sparse car-touches of the earlier sections, but the height +of the reliefs did not reach the level of the general surface. Danforth had the idea +that it was a second carving - a sort of palimpsest formed after the obliteration of +a previous design. In nature it was wholly decorative and conventional, and +consisted of crude spirals and angles roughly following the quintile +mathematical tradition of the Old Ones, yet seemingly more like a parody than a +perpetuation of that tradition. We could not get it out of our minds that some +subtly but profoundly alien element had been added to the aesthetic feeling +behind the technique - an alien element, Danforth guessed, that was responsible +for the laborious substitution. It was like, yet disturbingly unlike, what we had +come to recognize as the Old Ones' art; and I was persistently reminded of such +hybrid things as the ungainly Palmyrene sculptures fashioned in the Roman +manner. That others had recently noticed this belt of carving was hinted by the +presence of a used flashlight battery on the floor in front of one of the most +characteristic cartouches. + +Since we could not afford to spend any considerable time in study, we resumed +our advance after a cursory look; though frequently casting beams over the walls +to see if any further decorative changes developed. Nothing of the sort was +perceived, though the carvings were in places rather sparse because of the +numerous mouths of smooth-floored lateral tunnels. We saw and heard fewer +penguins, but thought we caught a vague suspicion of an infinitely distant +chorus of them somewhere deep within the earth. The new and inexplicable odor +was abominably strong, and we could detect scarcely a sign of that other +nameless scent. Puffs of visible vapor ahead bespoke increasing contrasts in +temperature, and the relative nearness of the sunless sea cliffs of the great abyss. +Then, quite unexpectedly, we saw certain obstructions on the polished floor +ahead - obstructions which were quite definitely not penguins - and turned on +our second torch after making sure that the objects were quite stationary. + + +Still another time have I come to a place where it is very difficult to proceed. I +ought to be hardened by this stage; but there are some experiences and +intimations which scar too deeply to permit of healing, and leave only such an +added sensitiveness that memory reinspires all the original horror. We saw, as I +have said, certain obstructions on the polished floor ahead; and I may add that +our nostrils were assailed almost simultaneously by a very curious intensification + + + + +of the strange prevailing fetor, now quite plainly mixed with the nameless stench +of those others which had gone before. The light of the second torch left no doubt +of what the obstructions were, and we dared approach them only because we +could see, even from a distance, that they were quite as past all harming power +as had been the six similar specimens unearthed from the monstrous star- +mounded graves at poor Lake's camp. + +They were, indeed, as lacking - in completeness as most of those we had +unearthed - though it grew plain from the thick, dark green pool gathering +around them that their incompleteness was of infinitely greater recency. There +seemed to be only four of them, whereas Lake's bulletins would have suggested +no less than eight as forming the group which had preceded us. To find them in +this state was wholly unexpected, and we wondered what sort of monstrous +struggle had occurred down here in the dark. + +Penguins, attacked in a body, retaliate savagely with their beaks, and our ears +now made certain the existence of a rookery far beyond. Had those others +disturbed such a place and aroused murderous pursuit? The obstructions did not +suggest it, for penguins' beaks against the tough tissues Lake had dissected could +hardly account for the terrible damage our approaching glance was beginning to +make out. Besides, the huge blind birds we had seen appeared to be singularly +peaceful. + +Had there, then, been a struggle among those others, and were the absent four +responsible? If so, where were they? Were they close at hand and likely to form +an immediate menace to us? We glanced anxiously at some of the smooth- +floored lateral passages as we continued our slow and frankly reluctant +approach. Whatever the conflict was, it had clearly been that which had +frightened the penguins into their unaccustomed wandering. It must, then, have +arisen near that faintly heard rookery in the incalculable gulf beyond, since there +were no signs that any birds had normally dwelt here. Perhaps, we reflected, +there had been a hideous running fight, with the weaker party seeking to get +back to the cached sledges when their pursuers finished them. One could picture +the demoniac fray between namelessly monstrous entities as it surged out of the +black abyss with great clouds of frantic penguins squawking and scurrying +ahead. + +I say that we approached those sprawling and incomplete obstructions slowly +and reluctantly. Would to Heaven we had never approached them at all, but had +run back at top speed out of that blasphemous tunnel with the greasily smooth +floors and the degenerate murals aping and mocking the things they had +superseded-run back, before we had seen what we did see, and before our minds +were burned with something which will never let us breathe easily again! + + + + +Both of our torches were turned on the prostrate objects, so that we soon reaHzed +the dominant factor in their incompleteness. Mauled, compressed, twisted, and +ruptured as they were, their chief common injury was total decapitation. From +each one the tentacled starfish head had been removed; and as we drew near we +saw that the manner of removal looked more like some hellish tearing or suction +than like any ordinary form of cleavage. Their noisome dark-green ichor formed +a large, spreading pOOl; but its stench was half overshadowed by the newer and +stranger stench, here more pungent than at any other point along our route. Only +when we had come very close to the sprawling obstructions could we trace that +second, unexplainable fetor to any immediate source - and the instant we did so +Danforth, remembering certain very vivid sculptures of the Old Ones' history in +the Permian Age one hundred and fifty million years ago, gave vent to a nerve- +tortured cry which echoed hysterically through that vaulted and archaic passage +with the evil, palimpsest carvings. + +I came only just short of echoing his cry myself; for I had seen those primal +sculptures, too, and had shudderingly admired the way the nameless artist had +suggested that hideous slime coating found on certain incomplete and prostrate +Old Ones - those whom the frightful Shoggoths had characteristically slain and +sucked to a ghastly headlessness in the great war of resubjugation. They were +infamous, nightmare sculptures even when telling of age-old, bygone things; for +Shoggoths and their work ought not to be seen by human beings or portrayed by +any beings. The mad author of the Necronomicon had nervously tried to swear +that none had been bred on this planet, and that only drugged dreamers had +even conceived them. Formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms +and organs and processes - viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery +fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion, builders +of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and more +amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God! What madness made even +those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use and carve such things? + +And now, when Danforth and I saw the freshly glistening and reflectively +iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless bodies and stank +obscenely with that new, unknown odor whose cause only a diseased fancy +could envisage - clung to those bodies and sparkled less voluminously on a +smooth part of the accursedly resculptured wall in a series of grouped dots - we +understood the quality of cosmic fear to its uttermost depths. It was not fear of +those four missing others - for all too well did we suspect they would do no +harm again. Poor devils! Alter all, they were not evil things of their kind. They +were the men of another age and another order of being. Nature had played a +hellish jest on them - as it will on any others that human madness, callousness, or +cruelty may hereafter dig up in that hideously dead or sleeping polar waste - and +this was their tragic homecoming. They had not been even savages-for what + + + + +indeed had they done? That awful awakening in the cold of an unknown epoch - +perhaps an attack by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds, and a dazed +defense against them and the equally frantic white simians with the queer +wrappings and paraphernalia ... poor Lake, poor Gedney... and poor Old Ones! +Scientists to the last - what had they done that we would not have done in their +place? God, what intelligence and persistence! What a facing of the incredible, +just as those carven kinsmen and forbears had faced things only a little less +incredible! Radiates, vegetables, monstrosities, star spawn - whatever they had +been, they were men! + +They had crossed the icy peaks on whose templed slopes they had once +worshipped and roamed among the tree ferns. They had found their dead city +brooding under its curse, and had read its carven latter days as we had done. +They had tried to reach their living fellows in fabled depths of blackness they +had never seen - and what had they found? All this flashed in unison through +the thoughts of Danforth and me as we looked from those headless, slime-coated +shapes to the loathsome palimpsest sculptures and the diabolical dot groups of +fresh slime on the wall beside them - looked and understood what must have +triumphed and survived down there in the Cyclopean water city of that nighted, +penguin-fringed abyss, whence even now a sinister curling mist had begun to +belch pallidly as if in answer to Danforth's hysterical scream. + +The shock of recognizing that monstrous slime and headlessness had frozen us +into mute, motionless statues, and it is only through later conversations that we +have learned of the complete identity of our thoughts at that moment. It seemed +aeons that we stood there, but actually it could not have been more than ten or +fifteen seconds. That hateful, pallid mist curled forward as if veritably driven by +some remoter advancing bulk-and then came a sound which upset much of what +we had just decided, and in so doing broke the spell and enabled us to run like +mad past squawking, confused penguins over our former trail back to the city, +along ice-sunken megalithic corridors to the great open circle, and up that +archaic spiral ramp in a frenzied, automatic plunge for the sane outer air and +light of day. + +The new sound, as I have intimated, upset much that we had decided; because it +was what poor Lake's dissection had led us to attribute to those we had judged +dead. It was, Danforth later told me, precisely what he had caught in infinitely +muffled form when at that spot beyond the alley corner above the glacial level; +and it certainly had a shocking resemblance to the wind pipings we had both +heard around the lofty mountain caves. At the risk of seeming puerile I will add +another thing, too, if only because of the surprising way Danforth's impressions +chimed with mine. Of course common reading is what prepared us both to make +the interpretation, though Danforth has hinted at queer notions about + + + + +unsuspected and forbidden sources to which Poe may have had access when +writing his Arthur Gordon Pym a century ago. It will be remembered that in that +fantastic tale there is a word of unknown but terrible and prodigious significance +connected with the antarctic and screamed eternally by the gigantic spectrally +snowy birds of that malign region's core. "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" That, I may admit, +is exactly what we thought we heard conveyed by that sudden sound behind the +advancing white mist-that insidious musical piping over a singularly wide +range. + +We were in full flight before three notes or syllables had been uttered, though we +knew that the swiftness of the Old Ones would enable any scream-roused and +pursuing survivor of the slaughter to overtake us in a moment if it really wished +to do so. We had a vague hope, however, that nonaggressive conduct and a +display of kindred reason might cause such a being to spare us in case of capture, +if only from scientific curiosity. Alter all, if such an one had nothing to fear for +itself, it would have no motive in harming us. Concealment being futile at this +juncture, we used our torch for a running glance behind, and perceived that the +mist was thinning. Would we see, at last, a complete and living specimen of +those others? Again came that insidious musical piping- "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" +Then, noting that we were actually gaining on our pursuer, it occurred to us that +the entity might be wounded. We could take no chances, however, since it was +very obviously approaching in answer to Danforth's scream, rather than in flight +from any other entity. The timing was too close to admit of doubt. Of the +whereabouts of that less conceivable and less mentionable nightmare - that fetid, +unglimpsed mountain of slime-spewing protoplasm whose race had conquered +the abyss and sent land pioneers to recarve and squirm through the burrows of +the hills - we could form no guess; and it cost us a genuine pang to leave this +probably crippled Old One-perhaps a lone survivor - to the peril of recapture +and a nameless fate. + +Thank Heaven we did not slacken our run. The curling mist had thickened again, +and was driving ahead with increased speed; whilst the straying penguins in our +rear were squawking and screaming and displaying signs of a panic really +surprising in view of their relatively minor confusion when we had passed them. +Once more came that sinister, wide-ranged piping - "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" We had +been wrong. The thing was not wounded, but had merely paused on +encountering the bodies of its fallen kindred and the hellish slime inscription +above them. We could never know what that demon message was - but those +burials at Lake's camp had shown how much importance the beings attached to +their dead. Our recklessly used torch now revealed ahead of us the large open +cavern where various ways converged, and we were glad to be leaving those +morbid palimpsest sculptures - almost felt even when scarcely seen-behind. +Another thought which the advent of the cave inspired was the possibility of + + + + +losing our pursuer at this bewildering focus of large galleries. There were several +of the blind albino penguins in the open space, and it seemed clear that their fear +of the oncoming entity was extreme to the point of unaccountability. If at that +point we dimmed our torch to the very lowest limit of traveling need, keeping it +strictly in front of us, the frightened squawking motions of the huge birds in the +mist might muffle our footfalls, screen our true course, and somehow set up a +false lead. Amidst the churning, spiraling fog, the littered and unglistening floor +of the main tunnel beyond this point, as differing from the other morbidly +polished burrows, could hardly form a highly distinguishing feature; even, so far +as we could conjecture, for those indicated special senses which made the Old +Ones partly, though imperfectly, independent of light in emergencies. In fact, we +were somewhat apprehensive lest we go astray ourselves in our haste. For we +had, of course, decided to keep straight on toward the dead city; since the +consequences of loss in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be +unthinkable. + +The fact that we survived and emerged is sufficient proof that the thing did take +a wrong gallery whilst we providentially hit on the right one. The penguins +alone could not have saved us, but in conjunction with the mist they seem to +have done so. Only a benign fate kept the curling vapors thick enough at the +right moment, for they were constantly shifting and threatening to vanish. +Indeed, they did lift for a second just before we emerged from the nauseously +resculptured tunnel into the cave; so that we actually caught one first and only +half glimpse of the oncoming entity as we cast a final, desperately fearful glance +backward before dimming the torch and mixing with the penguins in the hope of +dodging pursuit. If the fate which screened us was benign, that which gave us +the half glimpse was infinitely the opposite; for to that flash of semivision can be +traced a full half of the horror which has ever since haunted us. + +Our exact motive in looking back again was perhaps no more than the +immemorial instinct of the pursued to gauge the nature and course of its +pursuer; or perhaps it was an automatic attempt to answer a subconscious +question raised by one of our senses. In the midst of our flight, with all our +faculties centered on the problem of escape, we were in no condition to observe +and analyze details; yet even so, our latent brain cells must have wondered at the +message brought them by our nostrils. Alterward we realized what it was-that +our retreat from the fetid slime coating on those headless obstructions, and the +coincident approach of the pursuing entity, had not brought us the exchange of +stenches which logic called for. In the neighborhood of the prostrate things that +new and lately unexplainable fetor had been wholly dominant; but by this time it +ought to have largely given place to the nameless stench associated with those +others. This it had not done - for instead, the newer and less bearable smell was + + + + +now virtually undiluted, and growing more and more poisonously insistent each +second. + +So we glanced back simultaneously, it would appear; though no doubt the +incipient motion of one prompted the imitation of the other. As we did so we +flashed both torches full strength at the momentarily thinned mist; either from +sheer primitive anxiety to see all we could, or in a less primitive but equally +unconscious effort to dazzle the entity before we dimmed our light and dodged +among the penguins of the labyrinth center ahead. Unhappy act! Not Orpheus +himself, or Lot's wife, paid much more dearly for a backward glance. And again +came that shocking, wide-ranged piping - "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" + +I might as well be frank - even if I cannot bear to be quite direct - in stating what +we saw; though at the time we felt that it was not to be admitted even to each +other. The words reaching the reader can never even suggest the awfulness of +the sight itself. It crippled our consciousness so completely that I wonder we had +the residual sense to dim our torches as planned, and to strike the right tunnel +toward the dead city. Instinct alone must have carried us through - perhaps +better than reason could have done; though if that was what saved us, we paid a +high price. Of reason we certainly had little enough left. + +Danforth was totally unstrung, and the first thing I remember of the rest of the +journey was hearing him lightheadedly chant an hysterical formula in which I +alone of mankind could have found anything but insane irrelevance. It +reverberated in falsetto echoes among the squawks of the penguins; reverberated +through the vaultings ahead, and-thank God-through the now empty vaultings +behind. He could not have begun it at once - else we would not have been alive +and blindly racing. I shudder to think of what a shade of difference in his +nervous reactions might have brought. + +"South Station Under - Washington Under - Park Street Under-Kendall - Central +- Harvard - " The poor fellow was chanting the familiar stations of the Boston- +Cambridge tunnel that burrowed through our peaceful native soil thousands of +miles away in New England, yet to me the ritual had neither irrelevance nor +home feeling. It had only horror, because I knew unerringly the monstrous, +nefandous analogy that had suggested it. We had expected, upon looking back, +to see a terrible and incredible moving entity if the mists were thin enough; but +of that entity we had formed a clear idea. What we did see - for the mists were +indeed all too malignly thinned - was something altogether different, and +immeasurably more hideous and detestable. It was the utter, objective +embodiment of the fantastic novelist's "thing that should not be"; and its nearest +comprehensible analogue is a vast, onrushing subway train as one sees it from a +station platform - the great black front looming colossally out of infinite + + + + +subterranean distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling the +prodigious burrow as a piston fills a cylinder. + +But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track ahead as the +nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozed tightly onward +through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a +spiral, rethickening cloud of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, +indescribable thing vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of +protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes +forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling +front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over +the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. Still +came that eldritch, mocking cry- "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" and at last we remembered +that the demoniac Shoggoths - given life, thought, and plastic organ patterns +solely by the Old Ones, and having no language save that which the dot groups +expressed - had likewise no voice save the imitated accents of their bygone +masters. + + +Danforth and I have recollections of emerging into the great sculptured +hemisphere and of threading our back trail through the Cyclopean rooms and +corridors of the dead city; yet these are purely dream fragments involving no +memory of volition, details, or physical exertion. It was as if we floated in a +nebulous world or dimension without time, causation, or orientation. The gray +half-daylight of the vast circular space sobered us somewhat; but we did not go +near those cached sledges or look again at poor Gedney and the dog. They have a +strange and titanic mausoleum, and I hope the end of this planet will find them +still undisturbed. + +It was while struggling up the colossal spiral incline that we first felt the terrible +fatigue and short breath which our race through the thin plateau air had +produced; but not even fear of collapse could make us pause before reaching the +normal outer realm of sun and sky. There was something vaguely appropriate +about our departure from those buried epochs; for as we wound our panting +way up the sixty-foot cylinder of primal masonry, we glimpsed beside us a +continuous procession of heroic sculptures in the dead race's early and +undecayed technique - a farewell from the Old Ones, written fifty million years +ago. + +Finally scrambling out at the top, we found ourselves on a great mound of +tumbled blocks, with the curved walls of higher stonework rising westward, and +the brooding peaks of the great mountains showing beyond the more crumbled + + + + +structures toward the east. The low antarctic sun of midnight peered redly from +the southern horizon through rifts in the jagged ruins, and the terrible age and +deadness of the nightmare city seemed all the starker by contrast with such +relatively known and accustomed things as the features of the polar landscape. +The sky above was a churning and opalescent mass of tenuous ice-vapors, and +the cold clutched at our vitals. Wearily resting the outfit-bags to which we had +instinctively clung throughout our desperate flight, we rebuttoned our heavy +garments for the stumbling climb down the mound and the walk through the +aeon-old stone maze to the foothills where our aeroplane waited. Of what had +set us fleeing from that darkness of earth's secret and archaic gulfs we said +nothing at all. + +In less than a quarter of an hour we had found the steep grade to the foothills-the +probable ancient terrace - by which we had descended, and could see the dark +bulk of our great plane amidst the sparse ruins on the rising slope ahead. +Halfway uphill toward our goal we paused for a momentary breathing spell, and +turned to look again at the fantastic tangle of incredible stone shapes below us- +once more outlined mystically against an unknown west. As we did so we saw +that the sky beyond had lost its morning haziness; the restless ice-vapors having +moved up to the zenith, where their mocking outlines seemed on the point of +settling into some bizarre pattern which they feared to make quite definite or +conclusive. + +There now lay revealed on the ultimate white horizon behind the grotesque city +a dim, elfin line of pinnacled violet whose needle-pointed heights loomed +dreamlike against the beckoning rose color of the western sky. Up toward this +shimmering rim sloped the ancient table-land, the depressed course of the +bygone river traversing it as an irregular ribbon of shadow. For a second we +gasped in admiration of the scene's unearthly cosmic beauty, and then vague +horror began to creep into our souls. For this far violet line could be nothing else +than the terrible mountains of the forbidden land - highest of earth's peaks and +focus of earth's evil; harborers of nameless horrors and Archaean secrets; +shunned and prayed to by those who feared to carve their meaning; untrodden +by any living thing on earth, but visited by the sinister lightnings and sending +strange beams across the plains in the polar night - beyond doubt the unknown +archetype of that dreaded Kadath in the Cold Waste beyond abhorrent Leng, +whereof primal legends hint evasively. + +If the sculptured maps and pictures in that prehuman city had told truly, these +cryptic violet mountains could not be much less than three hundred miles away; +yet none the less sharply did their dim elfin essence appear above that remote +and snowy rim, like the serrated edge of a monstrous alien planet about to rise +into unaccustomed heavens. Their height, then, must have been tremendous + + + + +beyond all comparison - carrying them up into tenuous atmospheric strata +peopled only by such gaseous wraiths as rash flyers have barely lived to whisper +of after unexplainable falls. Looking at them, I thought nervously of certain +sculptured hints of what the great bygone river had washed down into the city +from their accursed slopes - and wondered how much sense and how much folly +had lain in the fears of those Old Ones who carved them so reticently. I recalled +how their northerly end must come near the coast at Queen Mary Land, where +even at that moment Sir Douglas Mawson's expedition was doubtless working +less than a thousand miles away; and hoped that no evil fate would give Sir +Douglas and his men a glimpse of what might lie beyond the protecting coastal +range. Such thoughts formed a measure of my overwrought condition at the time +- and Danforth seemed to be even worse. + +Yet long before we had passed the great star-shaped ruin and reached our plane, +our fears had become transferred to the lesser but vast-enough range whose +recrossing lay ahead of us. From these foothills the black, ruin-crusted slopes +reared up starkly and hideously against the east, again reminding us of those +strange Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich; and when we thought of the +frightful amorphous entities that might have pushed their fetidly squirming way +even to the topmost hollow pinnacles, we could not face without panic the +prospect of again sailing by those suggestive skyward cave mouths where the +wind made sounds like an evil musical piping over a wide range. To make +matters worse, we saw distinct traces of local mist around several of the +summits-as poor Lake must have done when he made that early mistake about +volcanism - and thought shiveringly of that kindred mist from which we had just +escaped; of that, and of the blasphemous, horror-fostering abyss whence all such +vapors came. + +All was well with the plane, and we clumsily hauled on our heavy flying furs. +Danforth got the engine started without trouble, and we made a very smooth +take-off over the nightmare city. Below us the primal Cyclopean masonry spread +out as it had done when first we saw it, and we began rising and turning to test +the wind for our crossing through the pass. At a very high level there must have +been great disturbance, since the ice-dust clouds of the zenith were doing all +sorts of fantastic things; but at twenty-four thousand feet, the height we needed +for the pass, we found navigation quite practicable. As we drew close to the +jutting peaks the wind's strange piping again became manifest, and I could see +Danforth's hands trembling at the controls. Rank amateur that I was, I thought at +that moment that I might be a better navigator than he in effecting the dangerous +crossing between pinnacles; and when I made motions to change seats and take +over his duties he did not protest. I tried to keep all my skill and self-possession +about me, and stared at the sector of reddish farther sky betwixt the walls of the +pass-resolutely refusing to pay attention to the puffs of mountain-top vapor, and + + + + +wishing that I had wax-stopped ears hke Ulysses' men off the Siren's coast to +keep that disturbing windpiping from my consciousness. + +But Danforth, released from his piloting and keyed up to a dangerous nervous +pitch, could not keep quiet. I felt him turning and wriggling about as he looked +back at the terrible receding city, ahead at the cave- riddled, cube-barnacled +peaks, sidewise at the bleak sea of snowy, rampart-strewn foothills, and upward +at the seething, grotesquely clouded sky. It was then, just as I was trying to steer +safely through the pass, that his mad shrieking brought us so close to disaster by +shattering my tight hold on myself and causing me to fumble helplessly with the +controls for a moment. A second afterward my resolution triumphed and we +made the crossing safely - yet I am afraid that Danforth will never be -the same +again. + +I have said that Danforth refused to tell me what final horror made him scream +out so insanely-a horror which, I feel sadly sure, is mainly responsible for his +present breakdown. We had snatches of shouted conversation above the wind's +piping and the engine's buzzing as we reached the safe side of the range and +swooped slowly down toward the camp, but that had mostly to do with the +pledges of secrecy we had made as we prepared to leave the nightmare city. +Certain things, we had agreed, were not for people to know and discuss lightly- +and I would not speak of them now but for the need of heading off that +Starkweather-Moore Expedition, and others, at any cost. It is absolutely +necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead +corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to +resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out +of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests. + +All that Danforth has ever hinted is that the final horror was a mirage. It was not, +he declares, anything connected with the cubes and caves of those echoing, +vaporous, wormily-honeycombed mountains of madness which we crossed; but +a single fantastic, demoniac glimpse, among the churning zenith clouds, of what +lay back of those other violet westward mountains which the Old Ones had +shunned and feared. It is very probable that the thing was a sheer delusion born +of the previous stresses we had passed through, and of the actual though +unrecognized mirage of the dead transmontane city experienced near Lake's +camp the day before; but it was so real to Danforth that he suffers from it still. + +He has on rare occasions whispered disjointed and irresponsible things about +"The black pit," "the carven rim," "the protoShoggoths," "the windowless solids +with five dimensions," "the nameless cylinder," "the elder Pharos," "Yog- +Sothoth," "the primal white jelly," "the color out of space," "the wings," "the +eyes in darkness," "the moon-ladder," "the original, the eternal, the undying," + + + + +and other bizarre conceptions; but when he is fully himself he repudiates all this +and attributes it to his curious and macabre reading of earlier years. Danforth, +indeed, is known to be among the few who have ever dared go completely +through that worm-riddled copy of the Necronomicon kept under lock and key +in the college library. + +The higher sky, as we crossed the range, was surely vaporous and disturbed +enough; and although I did not see the zenith, I can well imagine that its swirls +of ice dust may have taken strange forms. Imagination, knowing how vividly +distant scenes can sometimes be reflected, refracted, and magnified by such +layers of restless cloud, might easily have supplied the rest - and, of course, +Danforth did not hint any of these specific horrors till after his memory had had +a chance to draw on his bygone reading. He could never have seen so much in +one instantaneous glance. + +At the time, his shrieks were confined to the repetition of a single, mad word of +all too obvious source: "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" + + + + +Azathoth + + + +Written June 1922 + +Published 1938 in Leaves, Vol. 2: p. 107. + +When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when +grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow +none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning +stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted +phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had +come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who +traveled out of life on a quest into spaces whither the world's dreams had fled. + +Of the name and abode of this man little is written, for they were of the waking +world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to say that he dwelt +in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, that he toiled all day among +shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window +opened not to open fields and groves but on to a dim court where other windows +stared in dull despair. From that casement one might see only walls and +windows, except sometimes when one leaned so far out and peered at the small +stars that passed. And because mere walls and windows must soon drive a man +to madness who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that roOm used night +after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond +the waking world and the tall cities. After years he began to call the slow sailing +stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of +sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existance no +common eye suspected. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the +dream haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher's window to merge +with the close air of his room and to make him a part of their fabulous wonder. + +There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of +gold, vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy +perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns +that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins +and sea-nymphs of unrememberable depths. Noiseless infinity eddied around +the dreamer and wafted him away without touching the body that leaned stiffly +from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calandars the tides +of far spheres that bore him gently to join the course of other cycles that tenderly +left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore, a green shore fragrant with lotus +blossums and starred by red camalotes... + + + + +Beyond the Wall of Sleep + +Written 1919 + +Published October 1919 in Pine Cones, Vol. 1, No. 6, p. 2-10 + +I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the +occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which +they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no +more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences - Freud to the +contrary with his puerile symbolism - there are still a certain remainder whose +immundane and ethereal character permit of no ordinary interpretation, and +whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses +into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet +separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I +cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed +sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we +know, and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after +waking. From those blurred and fragmentary memories we may infer much, yet +prove little. We may guess that in dreams life, matter, and vitality, as the earth +knows such things, are not necessarily constant; and that time and space do not +exist as our waking selves comprehend them. Sometimes I believe that this less +material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe +is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. + +It was from a youthful revery filled with speculations of this sort that I arose one +afternoon in the winter of 1900-01, when to the state psychopathic institution in +which I served as an intern was brought the man whose case has ever since +haunted me so unceasingly. His name, as given on the records, was Joe Slater, or +Slaader, and his appearance was that of the typical denizen of the Catskill +Mountain region; one of those strange, repellent scions of a primitive Colonial +peasant stock whose isolation for nearly three centuries in the hilly fastnesses of +a little-traveled countryside has caused them to sink to a kind of barbaric +degeneracy, rather than advance with their more fortunately placed brethren of +the thickly settled districts. Among these odd folk, who correspond exactly to the +decadent element of "white trash" in the South, law and morals are non-existent; +and their general mental status is probably below that of any other section of +native American people. + +Joe Slater, who came to the institution in the vigilant custody of four state +policemen, and who was described as a highly dangerous character, certainly +presented no evidence of his perilous disposition when I first beheld him. + + + + +Though well above the middle stature, and of somewhat brawny frame, he was +given an absurd appearance of harmless stupidity by the pale, sleepy blueness of +his small watery eyes, the scantiness of his neglected and never-shaven growth +of yellow beard, and the listless drooping of his heavy nether lip. His age was +unknown, since among his kind neither family records nor permanent family ties +exist; but from the baldness of his head in front, and from the decayed condition +of his teeth, the head surgeon wrote him down as a man of about forty. + +From the medical and court documents we learned all that could be gathered of +his case: this man, a vagabond, hunter and trapper, had always been strange in +the eyes of his primitive associates. He had habitually slept at night beyond the +ordinary time, and upon waking would often talk of unknown things in a +manner so bizarre as to inspire fear even in the hearts of an unimaginative +populace. Not that his form of language was at all unusual, for he never spoke +save in the debased patois of his environment; but the tone and tenor of his +utterances were of such mysterious wildness, that none might listen without +apprehension. He himself was generally as terrified and baffled as his auditors, +and within an hour after awakening would forget all that he had said, or at least +all that had caused him to say what he did; relapsing into a bovine, half-amiable +normality like that of the other hilldwellers. + +As Slater grew older, it appeared, his matutinal aberrations had gradually +increased in frequency and violence; till about a month before his arrival at the +institution had occurred the shocking tragedy which caused his arrest by the +authorities. One day near noon, after a profound sleep begun in a whiskey +debauch at about five of the previous afternoon, the man had roused himself +most suddenly, with ululations so horrible and unearthly that they brought +several neighbors to his cabin - a filthy sty where he dwelt with a family as +indescribable as himself. Rushing out into the snow, he had flung his arms aloft +and commenced a series of leaps directly upward in the air; the while shouting +his determination to reach some "big, big cabin with brightness in the roof and +walls and floor and the loud queer music far away". As two men of moderate +size sought to restrain him, he had struggled with maniacal force and fury, +screaming of his desire and need to find and kill a certain "thing that shines and +shakes and laughs". At length, after temporarily felling one of his detainers with +a sudden blow, he had flung himself upon the other in a demoniac ecstasy of +blood-thirstiness, shrieking fiendishly that he would "jump high in the air and +burn his way through anything that stopped him". + +Family and neighbors had now fled in a panic, and when the more courageous of +them returned. Slater was gone, leaving behind an unrecognizable pulp-like +thing that had been a living man but an hour before. None of the mountaineers +had dared to pursue him, and it is likely that they would have welcomed his + + + + +death from the cold; but when several mornings later they heard his screams +from a distant ravine they realized that he had somehow managed to survive, +and that his removal in one way or another would be necessary. Then had +followed an armed searching-party, whose purpose (whatever it may have been +originally) became that of a sheriff's posse after one of the seldom popular state +troopers had by accident observed, then questioned, and finally joined the +seekers. + +On the third day Slater was found unconscious in the hollow of a tree, and taken +to the nearest jail, where alienists from Albany examined him as soon as his +senses returned. To them he told a simple story. He had, he said, gone to sleep +one afternoon about sundown after drinking much liquor. He had awakened to +find himself standing bloody-handed in the snow before his cabin, the mangled +corpse of his neighbor Peter Slader at his feet. Horrified, he had taken to the +woods in a vague effort to escape from the scene of what must have been his +crime. Beyond these things he seemed to know nothing, nor could the expert +questioning of his interrogators bring out a single additional fact. + +That night Slater slept quietly, and the next morning he awakened with no +singular feature save a certain alteration of expression. Doctor Barnard, who had +been watching the patient, thought he noticed in the pale blue eyes a certain +gleam of peculiar quality, and in the flaccid lips an all but imperceptible +tightening, as if of intelligent determination. But when questioned. Slater +relapsed into the habitual vacancy of the mountaineer, and only reiterated what +he had said on the preceding day. + +On the third morning occurred the first of the man's mental attacks. After some +show of uneasiness in sleep, he burst forth into a frenzy so powerful that the +combined efforts of four men were needed to bind him in a straightjacket. The +alienists listened with keen attention to his words, since their curiosity had been +aroused to a high pitch by the suggestive yet mostly conflicting and incoherent +stories of his family and neighbors. Slater raved for upward of fifteen minutes, +babbling in his backwoods dialect of green edifices of light, oceans of space, +strange music, and shadowy mountains and valleys. But most of all did he dwell +upon some mysterious blazing entity that shook and laughed and mocked at +him. This vast, vague personality seemed to have done him a terrible wrong, and +to kill it in triumphant revenge was his paramount desire. In order to reach it, he +said, he would soar through abysses of emptiness, burning every obstacle that +stood in his way. Thus ran his discourse, until with the greatest suddenness he +ceased. The fire of madness died from his eyes, and in dull wonder he looked at +his questioners and asked why he was bound. Dr. Barnard unbuckled the leather +harness and did not restore it till night, when he succeeded in persuading Slater + + + + +to don it of his own volition, for his own good. The man had now admitted that +he sometimes talked queerly, though he knew not why. + +Within a week two more attacks appeared, but from them the doctors learned +little. On the source of Slater's visions they speculated at length, for since he +could neither read nor write, and had apparently never heard a legend or fairy- +tale, his gorgeous imagery was quite inexplicable. That it could not come from +any known myth or romance was made especially clear by the fact that the +unfortunate lunatic expressed himself only in his own simple manner. He raved +of things he did not understand and could not interpret; things which he claimed +to have experienced, but which he could not have learned through any normal or +connected narration. The alienists soon agreed that abnormal dreams were the +foundation of the trouble; dreams whose vividness could for a time completely +dominate the waking mind of this basically inferior man. With due formality +Slater was tried for murder, acquitted on the ground of insanity, and committed +to the institution wherein I held so humble a post. + +I have said that I am a constant speculator concerning dream-life, and from this +you may judge of the eagerness with which I applied myself to the study of the +new patient as soon as I had fully ascertained the facts of his case. He seemed to +sense a certain friendliness in me, born no doubt of the interest I could not +conceal, and the gentle manner in which I questioned him. Not that he ever +recognized me during his attacks, when I hung breathlessly upon his chaotic but +cosmic word-pictures; but he knew me in his quiet hours, when he would sit by +his barred window weaving baskets of straw and willow, and perhaps pining for +the mountain freedom he could never again enjoy. His family never called to see +him; probably it had found another temporary head, after the manner of +decadent mountain folk. + +By degrees I commenced to feel an overwhelming wonder at the mad and +fantastic conceptions of Joe Slater. The man himself was pitiably inferior in +mentality and language alike; but his glowing, titanic visions, though described +in a barbarous disjointed jargon, were assuredly things which only a superior or +even exceptional brain could conceive How, I often asked myself, could the +stolid imagination of a Catskill degenerate conjure up sights whose very +possession argued a lurking spark of genius? How could any backwoods dullard +have gained so much as an idea of those glittering realms of supernal radiance +and space about which Slater ranted in his furious delirium? More and more I +inclined to the belief that in the pitiful personality who cringed before me lay the +disordered nucleus of something beyond my comprehension; something +infinitely beyond the comprehension of my more experienced but less +imaginative medical and scientific colleagues. + + + + +And yet I could extract nothing definite from the man. The sum of all my +investigation was, that in a kind of semi-corporeal dream-life Slater wandered or +floated through resplendent and prodigious valleys, meadows, gardens, cities, +and palaces of light, in a region unbounded and unknown to man; that there he +was no peasant or degenerate, but a creature of importance and vivid life, +moving proudly and dominantly, and checked only by a certain deadly enemy, +who seemed to be a being of visible yet ethereal structure, and who did not +appear to be of human shape, since Slater never referred to it as a man, or as +aught save a thing. This thing had done Slater some hideous but unnamed +wrong, which the maniac (if maniac he were) yearned to avenge. + +From the manner in which Slater alluded to their dealings, I judged that he and +the luminous thing had met on equal terms; that in his dream existence the man +was himself a luminous thing of the same race as his enemy. This impression +was sustained by his frequent references to flying through space and burning all +that impeded his progress. Yet these conceptions were formulated in rustic +words wholly inadequate to convey them, a circumstance which drove me to the +conclusion that if a dream world indeed existed, oral language was not its +medium for the transmission of thought. Could it be that the dream soul +inhabiting this inferior body was desperately struggling to speak things which +the simple and halting tongue of dullness could not utter? Could it be that I was +face to face with intellectual emanations which would explain the mystery if I +could but learn to discover and read them? I did not tell the older physicians of +these things, for middle age is skeptical, cynical, and disinclined to accept new +ideas. Besides, the head of the institution had but lately warned me in his +paternal way that I was overworking; that my mind needed a rest. + +It had long been my belief that human thought consists basically of atomic or +molecular motion, convertible into ether waves or radiant energy like heat, light +and electricity. This belief had early led me to contemplate the possibility of +telepathy or mental communication by means of suitable apparatus, and I had in +my college days prepared a set of transmitting and receiving instruments +somewhat similar to the cumbrous devices employed in wireless telegraphy at +that crude, pre-radio period. These I had tested with a fellow-student, but +achieving no result, had soon packed them away with other scientific odds and +ends for possible future use. + +Now, in my intense desire to probe into the dream-life of Joe Slater, I sought +these instruments again, and spent several days in repairing them for action. +When they were complete once more I missed no opportunity for their trial. At +each outburst of Slater's violence, I would fit the transmitter to his forehead and +the receiver to my own, constantly making delicate adjustments for various +hypothetical wave- lengths of intellectual energy. I had but little notion of how + + + + +the thought-impressions would, if successfully conveyed, arouse an intelligent +response in my brain, but I felt certain that I could detect and interpret them. +Accordingly I continued my experiments, though informing no one of their +nature. + +It was on the twenty-first of February, 1901, that the thing occurred. As I look +back across the years I realize how unreal it seems, and sometimes wonder if old +Doctor Fenton was not right when he charged it all to my excited imagination. I +recall that he listened with great kindness and patience when I told him, but +afterward gave me a nerve-powder and arranged for the half-year's vacation on +which I departed the next week. + +That fateful night I was wildly agitated and perturbed, for despite the excellent +care he had received, Joe Slater was unmistakably dying. Perhaps it was his +mountain freedom that he missed, or perhaps the turmoil in his brain had grown +too acute for his rather sluggish physique; but at all events the flame of vitality +flickered low in the decadent body. He was drowsy near the end, and as +darkness fell he dropped off into a troubled sleep. + +I did not strap on the straightjacket as was customary when he slept, since I saw +that he was too feeble to be dangerous, even if he woke in mental disorder once +more before passing away. But I did place upon his head and mine the two ends +of my cosmic "radio", hoping against hope for a first and last message from the +dream world in the brief time remaining. In the cell with us was one nurse, a +mediocre fellow who did not understand the purpose of the apparatus, or think +to inquire into my course. As the hours wore on I saw his head droop +awkwardly in sleep, but I did not disturb him. I myself, lulled by the rhythmical +breathing of the healthy and the dying man, must have nodded a little later. + +The sound of weird lyric melody was what aroused me. Chords, vibrations, and +harmonic ecstasies echoed passionately on every hand, while on my ravished +sight burst the stupendous spectacle ultimate beauty. Walls, columns, and +architraves of living fire blazed effulgently around the spot where I seemed to +float in air, extending upward to an infinitely high vaulted dome of indescribable +splendor. Blending with this display of palatial magnificence, or rather, +supplanting it at times in kaleidoscopic rotation, were glimpses of wide plains +and graceful valleys, high mountains and inviting grottoes, covered with every +lovely attribute of scenery which my delighted eyes could conceive of, yet +formed wholly of some glowing, ethereal plastic entity, which in consistency +partook as much of spirit as of matter. As I gazed, I perceived that my own brain +held the key to these enchanting metamorphoses; for each vista which appeared +to me was the one my changing mind most wished to behold. Amidst this +elysian realm I dwelt not as a stranger, for each sight and sound was familiar to + + + + +me; just as it had been for uncounted eons of eternity before, and would be for +like eternities to come. + +Then the resplendent aura of my brother of light drew near and held colloquy +with me, soul to soul, with silent and perfect interchange of thought. The hour +was one of approaching triumph, for was not my fellow-being escaping at last +from a degrading periodic bondage; escaping forever, and preparing to follow +the accursed oppressor even unto the uttermost fields of ether, that upon it might +be wrought a flaming cosmic vengeance which would shake the spheres? We +floated thus for a little time, when I perceived a slight blurring and fading of the +objects around us, as though some force were recalling me to earth - where I least +wished to go. The form near me seemed to feel a change also, for it gradually +brought its discourse toward a conclusion, and itself prepared to quit the scene, +fading from my sight at a rate somewhat less rapid than that of the other objects. +A few more thoughts were exchanged, and I knew that the luminous one and I +were being recalled to bondage, though for my brother of light it would be the +last time. The sorry planet shell being well-nigh spent, in less than an hour my +fellow would be free to pursue the oppressor along the Milky Way and past the +hither stars to the very confines of infinity. + +A well-defined shock separates my final impression of the fading scene of light +from my sudden and somewhat shamefaced awakening and straightening up in +my chair as I saw the dying figure on the couch move hesitantly. Joe Slater was +indeed awaking, though probably for the last time. As I looked more closely, I +saw that in the sallow cheeks shone spots of color which had never before been +present. The lips, too, seemed unusual, being tightly compressed, as if by the +force of a stronger character than had been Slater's. The whole face finally began +to grow tense, and the head turned restlessly with closed eyes. + +I did not rouse the sleeping nurse, but readjusted the slightly disarranged +headband of my telepathic "radio", intent to catch any parting message the +dreamer might have to deliver. All at once the head turned sharply in my +direction and the eyes fell open, causing me to stare in blank amazement at what +I beheld. The man who had been Joe Slater, the Catskill decadent, was gazing at +me with a pair of luminous, expanding eyes whose blue seemed subtly to have +deepened. Neither mania nor degeneracy was visible in that gaze, and I felt +beyond a doubt that I was viewing a face behind which lay an active mind of +high order. + +At this juncture my brain became aware of a steady external influence operating +upon it. I closed my eyes to concentrate my thoughts more profoundly and was +rewarded by the positive knowledge that my long-sought mental message had +come at last. Each transmitted idea formed rapidly in my mind, and though no + + + + +actual language was employed, my habitual association of conception and +expression was so great that I seemed to be receiving the message in ordinary +English. + +"Joe Slater is dead/' came the soul-petrifying voice of an agency from beyond the +wall of sleep. My opened eyes sought the couch of pain in curious horror, but the +blue eyes were still calmly gazing, and the countenance was still intelligently +animated. "He is better dead, for he was unfit to bear the active intellect of +cosmic entity. His gross body could not undergo the needed adjustments +between ethereal life and planet life. He was too much an animal, too little a +man; yet it is through his deficiency that you have come to discover me, for the +cosmic and planet souls rightly should never meet. He has been in my torment +and diurnal prison for forty-two of your terrestrial years. + +"I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless +sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent +valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but +we are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages. Next year I may be +dwelling in the Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan Chan +which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the +worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect- +philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does +the earth self know life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its +own tranquility! + +"Of the oppressor I cannot speak. You on earth have unwittingly felt its distant +presence - you who without knowing idly gave the blinking beacon the name of +Algol, the Demon-Star. It is to meet and conquer the oppressor that I have vainly +striven for eons, held back by bodily encumbrances. Tonight I go as a Nemesis +bearing just and blazingly cataclysmic vengeance. Watch me in the sky close by +the Demon-Star. + +"I cannot speak longer, for the body of Joe Slater grows cold and rigid, and the +coarse brains are ceasing to vibrate as I wish. You have been my only friend on +this planet - the only soul to sense and seek for me within the repellent form +which lies on this couch. We shall meet again - perhaps in the shining mists of +Orion's Sword, perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia, perhaps in +unremembered dreams tonight, perhaps in some other form an eon hence, when +the solar system shall have been swept away." + +At this point the thought-waves abruptly ceased, the pale eyes of the dreamer - +or can I say dead man? - commenced to glaze fishily. In a half-stupor I crossed +over to the couch and felt of his wrist, but found it cold, stiff, and pulseless. The + + + + +sallow cheeks paled again, and the thick lips fell open, disclosing the repulsively +rotten fangs of the degenerate Joe Slater. I shivered, pulled a blanket over the +hideous face, and awakened the nurse. Then I left the cell and went silently to +my room. I had an instant and unaccountable craving for a sleep whose dreams I +should not remember. + +The climax? What plain tale of science can boast of such a rhetorical effect? I have +merely set down certain things appealing to me as facts, allowing you to +construe them as you will. As I have already admitted, my superior, old Doctor +Fenton, denies the reality of everything I have related. He vows that I was +broken down with nervous strain, and badly in need of a long vacation on full +pay which he so generously gave me. He assures me on his professional honor +that Joe Slater was but a low-grade paranoiac, whose fantastic notions must have +come from the crude hereditary folk-tales which circulated in even the most +decadent of communities. All this he tells me - yet I cannot forget what I saw in +the sky on the night after Slater died. Lest you think me a biased witness, another +pen must add this final testimony, which may perhaps supply the climax you +expect. I will quote the following account of the star Nova Persei verbatim from +the pages of that eminent astronomical authority. Professor Garrett P. Serviss: + +"On February 22, 1901, a marvelous new star was discovered by Doctor +Anderson of Edinburgh, not very far from Algol. No star had been visible at that +point before. Within twenty-four hours the stranger had become so bright that it +outshone Capella. In a week or two it had visibly faded, and in the course of a +few months it was hardly discernible with the naked eye + + + + +Celephais + + + +Written early Nov 1920 + +Published May 1922 in The Rainbow, No. 2, p. 10-12. + +In a dream Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the seacoast beyond, and the +snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the +harbour toward distant regions where the sea meets the sky. In a dream it was +also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake he was called by +another name. Perhaps it was natural for him to dream a new name; for he was +the last of his family, and alone among the indifferent millions of London, so +there were not many to speak to him and to remind him who he had been. His +money and lands were gone, and he did not care for the ways of the people +about him, but preferred to dream and write of his dreams. What he wrote was +laughed at by those to whom he showed it, so that after a time he kept his +writings to himself, and finally ceased to write. The more he withdrew from the +world about him, the more wonderful became his dreams; and it would have +been quite futile to try to describe them on paper. Kuranes was not modern, and +did not think like others who wrote. Whilst they strove to strip from life its +embroidered robes of myth and to show in naked ugliness the foul thing that is +reality, Kuranes sought for beauty alone. When truth and experience failed to +reveal it, he sought it in fancy and illusion, and found it on his very doorstep, +amid the nebulous memories of childhood tales and dreams. + +There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the +stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we +think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are +dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with +strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the +sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to +sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that +ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know +that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder +which was ours before we were wise and unhappy. + +Kuranes came very suddenly upon his old world of childhood. He had been +dreaming of the house where he had been born; the great stone house covered +with ivy, where thirteen generations of his ancestors had lived, and where he +had hoped to die. It was moonlight, and he had stolen out into the fragrant +summer night, through the gardens, down the terraces, past the great oaks of the +park, and along the long white road to the village. The village seemed very old. + + + + +eaten away at the edge like the moon which had commenced to wane, and +Kuranes wondered whether the peaked roofs of the small houses hid sleep or +death. In the streets were spears of long grass, and the window-panes on either +side broken or filmily staring. Kuranes had not lingered, but had plodded on as +though summoned toward some goal. He dared not disobey the summons for +fear it might prove an illusion like the urges and aspirations of waking life, +which do not lead to any goal. Then he had been drawn down a lane that led off +from the village street toward the channel cliffs, and had come to the end of +things to the precipice and the abyss where all the village and all the world fell +abruptly into the unechoing emptiness of infinity, and where even the sky ahead +was empty and unlit by the crumbling moon and the peering stars. Faith had +urged him on, over the precipice and into the gulf, where he had floated down, +down, down; past dark, shapeless, undreamed dreams, faintly glowing spheres +that may have been partly dreamed dreams, and laughing winged things that +seemed to mock the dreamers of all the worlds. Then a rift seemed to open in the +darkness before him, and he saw the city of the valley, glistening radiantly far, +far below, with a background of sea and sky, and a snowcapped mountain near +the shore. + +Kuranes had awakened the very moment he beheld the city, yet he knew from +his brief glance that it was none other than Celephais, in the Valley of Ooth- +Nargai beyond the Tanarian Hills where his spirit had dwelt all the eternity of an +hour one summer afternoon very long ago, when he had slipt away from his +nurse and let the warm sea-breeze lull him to sleep as he watched the clouds +from the cliff near the village. He had protested then, when they had found him, +waked him, and carried him home, for just as he was aroused he had been about +to sail in a golden galley for those alluring regions where the sea meets the sky. +And now he was equally resentful of awaking, for he had found his fabulous city +after forty weary years. + +But three nights afterward Kuranes came again to Celephais. As before, he +dreamed first of the village that was asleep or dead, and of the abyss down +which one must float silently; then the rift appeared again, and he beheld the +glittering minarets of the city, and saw the graceful galleys riding at anchor in +the blue harbour, and watched the gingko trees of Mount Aran swaying in the +sea-breeze. But this time he was not snatched away, and like a winged being +settled gradually over a grassy hillside till finally his feet rested gently on the +turf. He had indeed come back to the Valley of Ooth-Nargai and the splendid +city of Celephais. + +Down the hill amid scented grasses and brilliant flowers walked Kuranes, over +the bubbling Naraxa on the small wooden bridge where he had carved his name +so many years ago, and through the whispering grove to the great stone bridge + + + + +by the city gate. All was as of old, nor were the marble walls discoloured, nor the +polished bronze statues upon them tarnished. And Kuranes saw that he need not +tremble lest the things he knew be vanished; for even the sentries on the +ramparts were the same, and still as young as he remembered them. When he +entered the city, past the bronze gates and over the onyx pavements, the +merchants and camel-drivers greeted him as if he had never been away; and it +was the same at the turquoise temple of Nath-Horthath, where the orchid- +wreathed priests told him that there is no time in Ooth-Nargai, but only +perpetual youth. Then Kuranes walked through the Street of Pillars to the +seaward wall, where gathered the traders and sailors, and strange men from the +regions where the sea meets the sky. There he stayed long, gazing out over the +bright harbour where the ripples sparkled beneath an unknown sun, and where +rode lightly the galleys from far places over the water. And he gazed also upon +Mount Aran rising regally from the shore, its lower slopes green with swaying +trees and its white summit touching the sky. + +More than ever Kuranes wished to sail in a galley to the far places of which he +had heard so many strange tales, and he sought again the captain who had +agreed to carry him so long ago. He found the man, Athib, sitting on the same +chest of spice he had sat upon before, and Athib seemed not to realize that any +time had passed. Then the two rowed to a galley in the harbour, and giving +orders to the oarmen, commenced to sail out into the billowy Cerenarian Sea that +leads to the sky. For several days they glided undulatingly over the water, till +finally they came to the horizon, where the sea meets the sky. Here the galley +paused not at all, but floated easily in the blue of the sky among fleecy clouds +tinted with rose. And far beneath the keel Kuranes could see strange lands and +rivers and cities of surpassing beauty, spread indolently in the sunshine which +seemed never to lessen or disappear. At length Athib told him that their journey +was near its end, and that they would soon enter the harbour of Serannian, the +pink marble city of the clouds, which is built on that ethereal coast where the +west wind flows into the sky; but as the highest of the city's carven towers came +into sight there was a sound somewhere in space, and Kuranes awaked in his +London garret. + +For many months after that Kuranes sought the marvellous city of Celephais and +its sky-bound galleys in vain; and though his dreams carried him to many +gorgeous and unheard-of places, no one whom he met could tell him how to find +Ooth-Nargai beyond the Tanarian Hills. One night he went flying over dark +mountains where there were faint, lone campfires at great distances apart, and +strange, shaggy herds with tinkling bells on the leaders, and in the wildest part +of this hilly country, so remote that few men could ever have seen it, he found a +hideously ancient wall or causeway of stone zigzagging along the ridges and +valleys; too gigantic ever to have risen by human hands, and of such a length + + + + +that neither end of it could be seen. Beyond that wall in the grey dawn he came +to a land of quaint gardens and cherry trees, and when the sun rose he beheld +such beauty of red and white flowers, green foliage and lawns, white paths, +diamond brooks, blue lakelets, carven bridges, and red-roofed pagodas, that he +for a moment forgot Celephais in sheer delight. But he remembered it again +when he walked down a white path toward a red-roofed pagoda, and would +have questioned the people of this land about it, had he not found that there +were no people there, but only birds and bees and butterflies. On another night +Kuranes walked up a damp stone spiral stairway endlessly, and came to a tower +window overlooking a mighty plain and river lit by the full moon; and in the +silent city that spread away from the river bank he thought he beheld some +feature or arrangement which he had known before. He would have descended +and asked the way to Ooth-Nargai had not a fearsome aurora sputtered up from +some remote place beyond the horizon, showing the ruin and antiquity of the +city, and the stagnation of the reedy river, and the death lying upon that land, as +it had lain since King Kynaratholis came home from his conquests to find the +vengeance of the gods. + +So Kuranes sought fruitlessly for the marvellous city of Celephais and its galleys +that sail to Serannian in the sky, meanwhile seeing many wonders and once +barely escaping from the high-priest not to be described, which wears a yellow +silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in a prehistoric stone monastery in +the cold desert plateau of Leng. In time he grew so impatient of the bleak +intervals of day that he began buying drugs in order to increase his periods of +sleep. Hasheesh helped a great deal, and once sent him to a part of space where +form does not exist, but where glowing gases study the secrets of existence. And +a violet-coloured gas told him that this part of space was outside what he had +called infinity. The gas had not heard of planets and organisms before, but +identified Kuranes merely as one from the infinity where matter, energy, and +gravitation exist. Kuranes was now very anxious to return to minaret-studded +Celephais, and increased his doses of drugs; but eventually he had no more +money left, and could buy no drugs. Then one summer day he was turned out of +his garret, and wandered aimlessly through the streets, drifting over a bridge to a +place where the houses grew thinner and thinner. And it was there that +fulfillment came, and he met the cortege of knights come from Celephais to bear +him thither forever. + +Handsome knights they were, astride roan horses and clad in shining armour +with tabards of cloth-of- gold curiously emblazoned. So numerous were they, +that Kuranes almost mistook them for an army, but they were sent in his honour; +since it was he who had created Ooth-Nargai in his dreams, on which account he +was now to be appointed its chief god for evermore. Then they gave Kuranes a +horse and placed him at the head of the cavalcade, and all rode majestically + + + + +through the downs of Surrey and onward toward the region where Kuranes and +his ancestors were born. It was very strange, but as the riders went on they +seemed to gallop back through Time; for whenever they passed through a village +in the twilight they saw only such houses and villagers as Chaucer or men before +him might have seen, and sometimes they saw knights on horseback with small +companies of retainers. When it grew dark they travelled more swiftly, till soon +they were flying uncannily as if in the air. In the dim dawn they came upon the +village which Kuranes had seen alive in his childhood, and asleep or dead in his +dreams. It was alive now, and early villagers curtsied as the horsemen clattered +down the street and turned off into the lane that ends in the abyss of dreams. +Kuranes had previously entered that abyss only at night, and wondered what it +would look like by day; so he watched anxiously as the column approached its +brink. Just as they galloped up the rising ground to the precipice a golden glare +came somewhere out of the west and hid all the landscape in effulgent draperies. +The abyss was a seething chaos of roseate and cerulean splendour, and invisible +voices sang exultantly as the knightly entourage plunged over the edge and +floated gracefully down past glittering clouds and silvery coruscations. Endlessly +down the horsemen floated, their chargers pawing the aether as if galloping over +golden sands; and then the luminous vapours spread apart to reveal a greater +brightness, the brightness of the city Celephais, and the sea coast beyond, and the +snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the +harbour toward distant regions where the sea meets the sky. + +And Kuranes reigned thereafter over Ooth-Nargai and all the neighboring +regions of dream, and held his court alternately in Celephais and in the cloud- +fashioned Serannian. He reigns there still, and will reign happily for ever, though +below the cliffs at Innsmouth the channel tides played mockingly with the body +of a tramp who had stumbled through the half-deserted village at dawn; played +mockingly, and cast it upon the rocks by ivy-covered Trevor Towers, where a +notably fat and especially offensive millionaire brewer enjoys the purchased +atmosphere of extinct nobility. + + + + +Cool Air + + + +Written March 1926 + +Published March 1928 in Tales of Magic and Mystery, Vol. 1, No. 4, 29-34. + +You ask me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; why I shiver +more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled +when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day. There +are those who say I respond to cold as others do to a bad odour, and I am the last +to deny the impression. What I will do is to relate the most horrible circumstance +I ever encountered, and leave it to you to judge whether or not this forms a +suitable explanation of my peculiarity. + +It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, +silence, and solitude. I found it in the glare of mid-afternoon, in the clangour of a +metropolis, and in the teeming midst of a shabby and commonplace rooming- +house with a prosaic landlady and two stalwart men by my side. In the spring of +1923 I had secured some dreary and unprofitable magazine work in the city of +New York; and being unable to pay any substantial rent, began drifting from one +cheap boarding establishment to another in search of a room which might +combine the qualities of decent cleanliness, endurable furnishings, and very +reasonable price. It soon developed that I had only a choice between different +evils, but after a time I came upon a house in West Fourteenth Street which +disgusted me much less than the others I had sampled. + +The place was a four-story mansion of brownstone, dating apparently from the +late forties, and fitted with woodwork and marble whose stained and sullied +splendour argued a descent from high levels of tasteful opulence. In the rooms, +large and lofty, and decorated with impossible paper and ridiculously ornate +stucco cornices, there lingered a depressing mustiness and hint of obscure +cookery; but the floors were clean, the linen tolerably regular, and the hot water +not too often cold or turned off, so that I came to regard it as at least a bearable +place to hibernate till one might really live again. The landlady, a slatternly, +almost bearded Spanish woman named Herrero, did not annoy me with gossip +or with criticisms of the late-burning electric light in my third-floor front hall +room; and my fellow-lodgers were as quiet and uncommunicative as one might +desire, being mostly Spaniards a little above the coarsest and crudest grade. Only +the din of street cars in the thoroughfare below proved a serious annoyance. + +I had been there about three weeks when the first odd incident occurred. One +evening at about eight I heard a spattering on the floor and became suddenly + + + + +aware that I had been smeUing the pungent odour of ammonia for some time. +Looking about, I saw that the ceihng was wet and dripping; the soaking +apparently proceeding from a corner on the side toward the street. Anxious to +stop the matter at its source, I hastened to the basement to tell the landlady; and +was assured by her that the trouble would quickly be set right. + +"Doctair Munoz," she cried as she rushed upstairs ahead of me, "he have speel +hees chemicals. He ees too seeck for doctair heemself-seecker and seecker all the +time-but he weel not have no othair for help. He ees vairy queer in hees +seeckness-all day he take funnee-smelling baths, and he cannot get excite or +warm. All hees own housework he do-hees leetle room are full of bottles and +machines, and he do not work as doctair. But he was great once-my fathair in +Barcelona have hear of heem-and only joost now he feex a arm of the plumber +that get hurt of sudden. He nevair go out, only on roof, and my boy Esteban he +breeng heem hees food and laundry and mediceens and chemicals. My Gawd, +the sal-ammoniac that man use for keep heem cool!" + +Mrs. Herrero disappeared up the staircase to the fourth floor, and I returned to +my room. The ammonia ceased to drip, and as I cleaned up what had spilled and +opened the window for air, I heard the landlady's heavy footsteps above me. Dr. +Munoz I had never heard, save for certain sounds as of some gasoline- driven +mechanism; since his step was soft and gentle. I wondered for a moment what +the strange affliction of this man might be, and whether his obstinate refusal of +outside aid were not the result of a rather baseless eccentricity. There is, I +reflected tritely, an infinite deal of pathos in the state of an eminent person who +has come down in the world. + +I might never have known Dr. Munoz had it not been for the heart attack that +suddenly seized me one forenoon as I sat writing in my room. Physicians had +told me of the danger of those spells, and I knew there was no time to be lost; so +remembering what the landlady had said about the invalid's help of the injured +workman, I dragged myself upstairs and knocked feebly at the door above mine. +My knock was answered in good English by a curious voice some distance to the +right, asking my name and business; and these things being stated, there came an +opening of the door next to the one I had sought. + +A rush of cool air greeted me; and though the day was one of the hottest of late +June, I shivered as I crossed the threshold into a large apartment whose rich and +tasteful decoration surprised me in this nest of squalor and seediness. A folding +couch now filled its diurnal role of sofa, and the mahogany furniture, sumptuous +hangings, old paintings, and mellow bookshelves all bespoke a gentleman's +study rather than a boarding-house bedroom. I now saw that the hall room +above mine-the "leetle room" of bottles and machines which Mrs. Herrero had + + + + +mentioned-was merely the laboratory of the doctor; and that his main living +quarters lay in the spacious adjoining room whose convenient alcoves and large +contiguous bathroom permitted him to hide all dressers and obtrusively +utilitarian devices. Dr. Munoz, most certainly, was a man of birth, cultivation, +and discrimination. + +The figure before me was short but exquisitely proportioned, and clad in +somewhat formal dress of perfect cut and fit. A high-bred face of masterful +though not arrogant expression was adorned by a short iron-grey full beard, and +an old-fashioned pince-nez shielded the full, dark eyes and surmounted an +aquiline nose which gave a Moorish touch to a physiognomy otherwise +dominantly Celtiberian. Thick, well-trimmed hair that argued the punctual calls +of a barber was parted gracefully above a high forehead; and the whole picture +was one of striking intelligence and superior blood and breeding. + +Nevertheless, as I saw Dr. Munoz in that blast of cool air, I felt a repugnance +which nothing in his aspect could justify. Only his lividly inclined complexion +and coldness of touch could have afforded a physical basis for this feeling, and +even these things should have been excusable considering the man's known +invalidism. It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such +chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites +aversion, distrust, and fear. + +But repugnance was soon forgotten in admiration, for the strange physician's +extreme skill at once became manifest despite the ice-coldness and shakiness of +his bloodless-looking hands. He clearly understood my needs at a glance, and +ministered to them with a master's deftness; the while reassuring me in a finely +modulated though oddly hollow and timbreless voice that he was the bitterest of +sworn enemies to death, and had sunk his fortune and lost all his friends in a +lifetime of bizarre experiment devoted to its bafflement and extirpation. +Something of the benevolent fanatic seemed to reside in him, and he rambled on +almost garrulously as he sounded my chest and mixed a suitable draught of +drugs fetched from the smaller laboratory room. Evidently he found the society +of a well-born man a rare novelty in this dingy environment, and was moved to +unaccustomed speech as memories of better days surged over him. + +His voice, if queer, was at least soothing; and I could not even perceive that he +breathed as the fluent sentences rolled urbanely out. He sought to distract my +mind from my own seizure by speaking of his theories and experiments; and I +remember his tactfully consoling me about my weak heart by insisting that will +and consciousness are stronger than organic life itself, so that if a bodily frame be +but originally healthy and carefully preserved, it may through a scientific +enhancement of these qualities retain a kind of nervous animation despite the + + + + +most serious impairments, defects, or even absences in the battery of specific +organs. He might, he half jestingly said, some day teach me to live-or at least to +possess some kind of conscious existence-without any heart at all! For his part, +he was afflicted with a complication of maladies requiring a very exact regimen +which included constant cold. Any marked rise in temperature might, if +prolonged, affect him fatally; and the frigidity of his habitation-some 55 or 56 +degrees Fahrenheit- was maintained by an absorption system of ammonia +cooling, the gasoline engine of whose pumps I had often heard in my own room +below. + +Relieved of my seizure in a marvellously short while, I left the shivery place a +disciple and devotee of the gifted recluse. After that I paid him frequent +overcoated calls; listening while he told of secret researches and almost ghastly +results, and trembling a bit when I examined the unconventional and +astonishingly ancient volumes on his shelves. I was eventually, I may add, +almost cured of my disease for all time by his skillful ministrations. It seems that +he did not scorn the incantations of the mediaevalists, since he believed these +cryptic formulae to contain rare psychological stimuli which might conceivably +have singular effects on the substance of a nervous system from which organic +pulsations had fled. I was touched by his account of the aged Dr. Torres of +Valencia, who had shared his earlier experiments and nursed him through the +great illness of eighteen years before, whence his present disorders proceeded. +No sooner had the venerable practitioner saved his colleague than he himself +succumbed to the grim enemy he had fought. Perhaps the strain had been too +great; for Dr. Munoz made it whisperingly clear- though not in detail-that the +methods of healing had been most extraordinary, involving scenes and processes +not welcomed by elderly and conservative Galens. + +As the weeks passed, I observed with regret that my new friend was indeed +slowly but unmistakably losing ground physically, as Mrs. Herrero had +suggested. The livid aspect of his countenance was intensified, his voice became +more hollow and indistinct, his muscular motions were less perfectly +coordinated, and his mind and will displayed less resilience and initiative. Of +this sad change he seemed by no means unaware, and little by little his +expression and conversation both took on a gruesome irony which restored in +me something of the subtle repulsion I had originally felt. + +He developed strange caprices, acquiring a fondness for exotic spices and +Egyptian incense till his room smelled like a vault of a sepulchred Pharaoh in the +Valley of Kings. At the same time his demands for cold air increased, and with +my aid he amplified the ammonia piping of his room and modified the pumps +and feed of his refrigerating machine till he could keep the temperature as low as +34 degrees or 40 degrees, and finally even 28 degrees; the bathroom and + + + + +laboratory, of course, being less chilled, in order that water might not freeze, and +that chemical processes might not be impeded. The tenant adjoining him +complained of the icy air from around the connecting door, so I helped him fit +heavy hangings to obviate the difficulty. A kind of growing horror, of outre and +morbid cast, seemed to possess him. He talked of death incessantly, but laughed +hollowly when such things as burial or funeral arrangements were gently +suggested. + +All in all, he became a disconcerting and even gruesome companion; yet in my +gratitude for his healing I could not well abandon him to the strangers around +him, and was careful to dust his room and attend to his needs each day, muffled +in a heavy ulster which I bought especially for the purpose. I likewise did much +of his shopping, and gasped in bafflement at some of the chemicals he ordered +from druggists and laboratory supply houses. + +An increasing and unexplained atmosphere of panic seemed to rise around his +apartment. The whole house, as I have said, had a musty odour; but the smell in +his room was worse-and in spite of all the spices and incense, and the pungent +chemicals of the now incessant baths which he insisted on taking unaided. I +perceived that it must be connected with his ailment, and shuddered when I +reflected on what that ailment might be. Mrs. Herrero crossed herself when she +looked at him, and gave him up unreservedly to me; not even letting her son +Esteban continue to run errands for him. When I suggested other physicians, the +sufferer would fly into as much of a rage as he seemed to dare to entertain. He +evidently feared the physical effect of violent emotion, yet his will and driving +force waxed rather than waned, and he refused to be confined to his bed. The +lassitude of his earlier ill days gave place to a return of his fiery purpose, so that +he seemed about to hurl defiance at the death-daemon even as that ancient +enemy seized him. The pretence of eating, always curiously like a formality with +him, he virtually abandoned; and mental power alone appeared to keep him +from total collapse. + +He acquired a habit of writing long documents of some sort, which he carefully +sealed and filled with injunctions that I transmit them after his death to certain +persons whom he named-for the most part lettered East Indians, but including a +once celebrated French physician now generally thought dead, and about whom +the most inconceivable things had been whispered. As it happened, I burned all +these papers undelivered and unopened. His aspect and voice became utterly +frightful, and his presence almost unbearable. One September day an unexpected +glimpse of him induced an epileptic fit in a man who had come to repair his +electric desk lamp; a fit for which he prescribed effectively whilst keeping +himself well out of sight. That man, oddly enough, had been through the terrors +of the Great War without having incurred any fright so thorough. + + + + +Then, in the middle of October, the horror of horrors came with stupefying +suddenness. One night about eleven the pump of the refrigerating machine +broke down, so that within three hours the process of ammonia cooling became +impossible. Dr. Munoz summoned me by thumping on the floor, and I worked +desperately to repair the injury while my host cursed in a tone whose lifeless, +rattling hollowness surpassed description. My amateur efforts, however, proved +of no use; and when I had brought in a mechanic from a neighbouring all-night +garage, we learned that nothing could be done till morning, when a new piston +would have to be obtained. The moribund hermit's rage and fear, swelling to +grotesque proportions, seemed likely to shatter what remained of his failing +physique, and once a spasm caused him to clap his hands to his eyes and rush +into the bathroom. He groped his way out with face tightly bandaged, and I +never saw his eyes again. + +The frigidity of the apartment was now sensibly diminishing, and at about 5 a.m. +the doctor retired to the bathroom, commanding me to keep him supplied with +all the ice I could obtain at all-night drug stores and cafeterias. As I would return +from my sometimes discouraging trips and lay my spoils before the closed +bathroom door, I could hear a restless splashing within, and a thick voice +croaking out the order for "More-more!" At length a warm day broke, and the +shops opened one by one. I asked Esteban either to help with the ice-fetching +whilst I obtained the pump piston, or to order the piston while I continued with +the ice; but instructed by his mother, he absolutely refused. + +Finally I hired a seedy-looking loafer whom I encountered on the corner of +Eighth Avenue to keep the patient supplied with ice from a little shop where I +introduced him, and applied myself diligently to the task of finding a pump +piston and engaging workmen competent to install it. The task seemed +interminable, and I raged almost as violently as the hermit when I saw the hours +slipping by in a breathless, foodless round of vain telephoning, and a hectic quest +from place to place, hither and thither by subway and surface car. About noon I +encountered a suitable supply house far downtown, and at approximately 1:30 +p.m. arrived at my boarding-place with the necessary paraphernalia and two +sturdy and intelligent mechanics. I had done all I could, and hoped I was in time. + +Black terror, however, had preceded me. The house was in utter turmoil, and +above the chatter of awed voices I heard a man praying in a deep basso. Fiendish +things were in the air, and lodgers told over the beads of their rosaries as they +caught the odour from beneath the doctor's closed door. The lounger I had hired, +it seems, had fled screaming and mad-eyed not long after his second delivery of +ice; perhaps as a result of excessive curiosity. He could not, of course, have +locked the door behind him; yet it was now fastened, presumably from the +inside. There was no sound within save a nameless sort of slow, thick dripping. + + + + +Briefly consulting with Mrs. Herrero and the workmen despite a fear that +gnawed my inmost soul, I advised the breaking down of the door; but the +landlady found a way to turn the key from the outside with some wire device. +We had previously opened the doors of all the other rooms on that hall, and +flung all the windows to the very top. Now, noses protected by handkerchiefs, +we tremblingly invaded the accursed south room which blazed with the warm +sun of early afternoon. + +A kind of dark, slimy trail led from the open bathroom door to the hall door, and +thence to the desk, where a terrible little pool had accumulated. Something was +scrawled there in pencil in an awful, blind hand on a piece of paper hideously +smeared as though by the very claws that traced the hurried last words. Then the +trail led to the couch and ended unutterably. + +What was, or had been, on the couch I cannot and dare not say here. But this is +what I shiveringly puzzled out on the stickily smeared paper before I drew a +match and burned it to a crisp; what I puzzled out in terror as the landlady and +two mechanics rushed frantically from that hellish place to babble their +incoherent stories at the nearest police station. The nauseous words seemed well- +nigh incredible in that yellow sunlight, with the clatter of cars and motor trucks +ascending clamorously from crowded Fourteenth Street, yet I confess that I +believed them then. Whether I believe them now I honestly do not know. There +are things about which it is better not to speculate, and all that I can say is that I +hate the smell of ammonia, and grow faint at a draught of unusually cool air. + +"The end," ran that noisome scrawl, "is here. No more ice-the man looked and +ran away. Warmer every minute, and the tissues can't last. I fancy you know- +what I said about the will and the nerves and the preserved body after the organs +ceased to work. It was good theory, but couldn't keep up indefinitely. There was +a gradual deterioration I had not foreseen. Dr. Torres knew, but the shock killed +him. He couldn't stand what he had to do-he had to get me in a strange, dark +place when he minded my letter and nursed me back. And the organs never +would work again. It had to be done my way-preservation-for you see I died +that time eighteen years ago." + + + + +Dagon + +Written July 1917 + +Published November 1919 in The Vagrant, No. 11, 23-29. + +I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be +no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes +life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this +garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to +morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these +hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I +must have forgetfulness or death. + +It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific that +the packet of which I was supercargo fell a victim to the German sea-raider. The +great war was then at its very beginning, and the ocean forces of the Hun had not +completely sunk to their later degradation; so that our vessel was made a +legitimate prize, whilst we of her crew were treated with all the fairness and +consideration due us as naval prisoners. So liberal, indeed, was the discipline of +our captors, that five days after we were taken I managed to escape alone in a +small boat with water and provisions for a good length of time. + +When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my +surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the +sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew +nothing, and no island or coastline was in sight. The weather kept fair, and for +uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun; waiting either for +some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some habitable land. But neither +ship nor land appeared, and I began to despair in my solitude upon the heaving +vastness of unbroken blue. + +The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; for my +slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous. When at last I +awakened, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish +black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations as far as I +could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away. + +Though one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder at so +prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery, I was in reality more +horrified than astonished; for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a sinister +quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid with the + + + + +carcasses of decaying fish, and of other less describable things which I saw +protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plain. Perhaps I should not hope +to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute +silence and barren immensity. There was nothing within hearing, and nothing in +sight save a vast reach of black slime; yet the very completeness of the stillness +and the homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear. + +The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its +cloudless cruelty; as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. As I +crawled into the stranded boat I realised that only one theory could explain my +position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, a portion of the ocean +floor must have been thrown to the surface, exposing regions which for +innumerable millions of years had lain hidden under unfathomable watery +depths. So great was the extent of the new land which had risen beneath me, that +I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging ocean, strain my ears as I +might. Nor were there any sea-fowl to prey upon the dead things. + +For several hours I sat thinking or brooding in the boat, which lay upon its side +and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. As the day +progressed, the ground lost some of its stickiness, and seemed likely to dry +sufficiently for travelling purposes in a short time. That night I slept but little, +and the next day I made for myself a pack containing food and water, +preparatory to an overland journey in search of the vanished sea and possible +rescue. + +On the third morning I found the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease. The +odour of the fish was maddening; but I was too much concerned with graver +things to mind so slight an evil, and set out boldly for an unknown goal. All day +I forged steadily westward, guided by a far-away hummock which rose higher +than any other elevation on the rolling desert. That night I encamped, and on the +following day still travelled toward the hummock, though that object seemed +scarcely nearer than when I had first espied it. By the fourth evening I attained +the base of the mound, which turned out to be much higher than it had appeared +from a distance, an intervening valley setting it out in sharper relief from the +general surface. Too weary to ascend, I slept in the shadow of the hill. + +I know not why my dreams were so wild that night; but ere the waning and +fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain, I was awake in +a cold perspiration, determined to sleep no more. Such visions as I had +experienced were too much for me to endure again. And in the glow of the moon +I saw how unwise I had been to travel by day. Without the glare of the parching +sun, my journey would have cost me less energy; indeed, I now felt quite able to + + + + +perform the ascent which had deterred me at sunset. Picking up my pack, I +started for the crest of the eminence. + +I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolHng plain was a source of +vague horror to me; but I think my horror was greater when I gained the summit +of the mound and looked down the other side into an immeasurable pit or +canyon, whose black recesses the moon had not yet soared high enough to +illumine. I felt myself on the edge of the world, peering over the rim into a +fathomless chaos of eternal night. Through my terror ran curious reminiscences +of Paradise Lost, and Satan's hideous climb through the unfashioned realms of +darkness. + +As the moon climbed higher in the sky, I began to see that the slopes of the valley +were not quite so perpendicular as I had imagined. Ledges and outcroppings of +rock afforded fairly easy footholds for a descent, whilst after a drop of a few +hundred feet, the declivity became very gradual. Urged on by an impulse which +I cannot definitely analyse, I scrambled with difficulty down the rocks and stood +on the gentler slope beneath, gazing into the Stygian deeps where no light had +yet penetrated. + +All at once my attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the +opposite slope, which rose steeply about a hundred yards ahead of me; an object +that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon. That it +was merely a gigantic piece of stone, I soon assured myself; but I was conscious +of a distinct impression that its contour and position were not altogether the +work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled me with sensations I cannot express; for +despite its enormous magnitude, and its position in an abyss which had yawned +at the bottom of the sea since the world was young, I perceived beyond a doubt +that the strange object was a well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had +known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of living and thinking +creatures. + +Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist's or +archaeologist's delight, I examined my surroundings more closely. The moon, +now near the zenith, shone weirdly and vividly above the towering steeps that +hemmed in the chasm, and revealed the fact that a far-flung body of water +flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions, and almost lapping +my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm, the wavelets washed the base +of the Cyclopean monolith, on whose surface I could now trace both inscriptions +and crude sculptures. The writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to +me, and unlike anything I had ever seen in books, consisting for the most part of +conventionalised aquatic symbols such as fishes, eels, octopi, crustaceans, +molluscs, whales and the like. Several characters obviously represented marine + + + + +things which are unknown to the modern world, but whose decomposing forms +I had observed on the ocean-risen plain. + +It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold me spellbound. +Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of their enormous size +was an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of a Dore. +I think that these things were supposed to depict men — at least, a certain sort of +men; though the creatures were shown disporting like fishes in the waters of +some marine grotto, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which +appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare not speak +in detail, for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. Grotesque beyond the +imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably human in general outline +despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and flabby lips, glassy, bulging +eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough, they seemed to +have been chiselled badly out of proportion with their scenic background; for +one of the creatures was shown in the act of killing a whale represented as but +little larger than himself. I remarked, as I say, their grotesqueness and strange +size; but in a moment decided that they were merely the imaginary gods of some +primitive fishing or seafaring tribe; some tribe whose last descendant had +perished eras before the first ancestor of the Piltdown or Neanderthal Man was +born. Awestruck at this unexpected glimpse into a past beyond the conception of +the most daring anthropologist, I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer +reflections on the silent channel before me. + +Then suddenly I saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the +surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, Polyphemus-like, +and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the +monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its +hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad +then. + +Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff, and of my delirious journey back to +the stranded boat, I remember little. I believe I sang a great deal, and laughed +oddly when I was unable to sing. I have indistinct recollections of a great storm +some time after I reached the boat; at any rate, I knew that I heard peals of +thunder and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods. + +When I came out of the shadows I was in a San Francisco hospital; brought +thither by the captain of the American ship which had picked up my boat in mid- +ocean. In my delirium I had said much, but found that my words had been given +scant attention. Of any land upheaval in the Pacific, my rescuers knew nothing; +nor did I deem it necessary to insist upon a thing which I knew they could not +believe. Once I sought out a celebrated ethnologist, and amused him with + + + + +peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish- +God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, I did not press my +inquiries. + +It is at night, especially when the moon is gibbous and waning, that I see the +thing. I tried morphine; but the drug has given only transient surcease, and has +drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it all, having +written a full account for the information or the contemptuous amusement of my +fellow-men. Often I ask myself if it could not all have been a pure phantasm — a +mere freak of fever as I lay sun-stricken and raving in the open boat after my +escape from the German man-of-war. This I ask myself, but ever does there come +before me a hideously vivid vision in reply. I cannot think of the deep sea +without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be +crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols +and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water- +soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag +down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind — +of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst +universal pandemonium. + +The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body +lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The +window! + + + + +Dreams in the Witch-House + +Written Jan-28 Feb 1932 + +Published July 1933 in Weird Tales, Vol. 22, No. 1, 86-111. + +Whether the dreams brought on the fever or the fever brought on the dreams +Walter Gilman did not know. Behind everything crouched the brooding, +festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable +where he wrote and studied and wrestled with figures and formulae when he +was not tossing on the meagre iron bed. His ears were growing sensitive to a +preternatural and intolerable degree, and he had long ago stopped the cheap +mantel clock whose ticking had come to seem like a thunder of artillery. At night +the subtle stirring of the black city outside, the sinister scurrying of rats in the +wormy partitions, and the creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house, +were enough to give him a sense of strident pandemonium. The darkness always +teemed with unexplained sound - and yet he sometimes shook with fear lest the +noises he heard should subside and allow him to hear certain other fainter noises +which he suspected were lurking behind them. + +He was in the changeless, legend-haunted city of Arkham, with its clustering +gambrel roofs that sway and sag over attics where witches hid from the King's +men in the dark, olden years of the Province. Nor was any spot in that city more +steeped in macabre memory than the gable room which harboured him - for it +was this house and this room which had likewise harboured old Keziah Mason, +whose flight from Salem Gaol at the last no one was ever able to explain. That +was in 1692 - the gaoler had gone mad and babbled of a small white-fanged furry +thing which scuttled out of Keziah's cell, and not even Cotton Mather could +explain the curves and angles smeared on the grey stone walls with some red, +sticky fluid. + +Possibly Gilman ought not to have studied so hard. Non-Euclidean calculus and +quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain, and when one mixes them +with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional +reality behind the ghoulish hints of the Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the +chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. +Gilman came from Haverhill, but it was only after he had entered college in +Arkham that he began to connect his mathematics with the fantastic legends of +elder magic. Something in the air of the hoary town worked obscurely on his +imagination. The professors at Miskatonic had urged him to slacken up, and had +voluntarily cut down his course at several points. Moreover, they had stopped +him from consulting the dubious old books on forbidden secrets that were kept + + + + +under lock and key in a vault at the university library. But all these precautions +came late in the day, so that Gilman had some terrible hints from the dreaded +Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, the fragmentary Book of Eibon, and the +suppressed Unaussprechlicken Kulten of von Junzt to correlate with his abstract +formulae on the properties of space and the linkage of dimensions known and +unknown. + +He knew his room was in the old Witch-House - that, indeed, was why he had +taken it. There was much in the Essex County records about Keziah Mason's +trial, and what she had admitted under pressure to the Court of Oyer and +Terminer had fascinated Gilman beyond all reason. She had told Judge Hathorne +of lines and curves that could be made to point out directions leading through +the walls of space to other spaces beyond, and had implied that such lines and +curves were frequently used at certain midnight meetings in the dark valley of +the white stone beyond Meadow Hill and on the unpeopled island in the river. +She had spoken also of the Black Man, of her oath, and of her new secret name of +Nahab. Then she had drawn those devices on the walls of her cell and vanished. + +Gilman believed strange things about Keziah, and had felt a queer thrill on +learning that her dwelling was still standing after more than two hundred and +thirty-five years. When he heard the hushed Arkham whispers about Keziah's +persistent presence in the old house and the narrow streets, about the irregular +human tooth-marks left on certain sleepers in that and other houses, about the +childish cries heard near May-Eve, and Hallowmass, about the stench often +noted in the old house's attic just after those dreaded seasons, and about the +small, furry, sharp-toothed thing which haunted the mouldering structure and +the town and nuzzled people curiously in the black hours before dawn, he +resolved to live in the place at any cost. A room was easy to secure, for the house +was unpopular, hard to rent, and long given over to cheap lodgings. Gilman +could not have told what he expected to find there, but he knew he wanted to be +in the building where some circumstance had more or less suddenly given a +mediocre old woman of the Seventeenth Century an insight into mathematical +depths perhaps beyond the utmost modern delvings of Planck, Heisenberg, +Einstein, and de Sitter. + +He studied the timber and plaster walls for traces of cryptic designs at every +accessible spot where the paper had peeled, and within a week managed to get +the eastern attic room where Keziah was held to have practised her spells. It had +been vacant from the first - for no one had ever been willing to stay there long - +but the Polish landlord had grown wary about renting it. Yet nothing whatever +happened to Gilman till about the time of the fever. No ghostly Keziah flitted +through the sombre halls and chambers, no small furry thing crept into his +dismal eyrie to nuzzle him, and no record of the witch's incantations rewarded + + + + +his constant search. Sometimes he would take walks through shadowy tangles of +unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch brown houses of unknown age +leaned and tottered and leered mockingly through narrow, small-paned +windows. Here he knew strange things had happened once, and there was a +faint suggestion behind the surface that everything of that monstrous past might +not - at least in the darkest, narrowest, and most intricately crooked alleys - have +utterly perished. He also rowed out twice to the ill-regarded island in the river, +and made a sketch of the singular angles described by the moss-grown rows of +grey standing stones whose origin was so obscure and immemorial. + +Gilman's room was of good size but queerly irregular shape; the north wall +slating perceptibly inward from the outer to the inner end, while the low ceiling +slanted gently downward in the same direction. Aside from an obvious rat-hole +and the signs of other stopped-up ones, there was no access - nor any appearance +of a former avenue of access - to the space which must have existed between the +slanting wall and the straight outer wall on the house's north side, though a view +from the exterior showed where a window had heen boarded up at a very +remote date. The loft above the ceiling - which must have had a slanting floor - +was likewise inaccessible. When Gilman climbed up a ladder to the cob-webbed +level loft above the rest of the attic he found vestiges of a bygone aperture tightly +and heavily covered with ancient planking and secured by the stout wooden +pegs common in Colonial carpentry. No amount of persuasion, however, could +induce the stolid landlord to let him investigate either of these two closed spaces. + +As time wore along, his absorption in the irregular wall and ceiling of his room +increased; for he began to read into the odd angles a mathematical significance +which seemed to offer vague clues regarding their purpose. Old Keziah, he +reflected, might have had excellent reasons for living in a room with peculiar +angles; for was it not through certain angles that she claimed to have gone +outside the boundaries of the world of space we know? His interest gradually +veered away from the unplumbed voids beyond the slanting surfaces, since it +now appeared that the purpose of those surfaces concerned the side he was on. + +The touch of brain-fever and the dreams began early in February. For some time, +apparently, the curious angles of Gilman's room had been having a strange, +almost hypnotic effect on him; and as the bleak winter advanced he had found +himself staring more and more intently at the corner where the down- slanting +ceiling met the inward-slanting wall. About this period his inability to +concentrate on his formal studies worried him considerably, his apprehensions +about the mid-year examinations being very acute. But the exaggerated sense of +bearing was scarcely less annoying. Life had become an insistent and almost +unendurable cacophony, and there was that constant, terrifying impression of +other sounds - perhaps from regions beyond life - trembling on the very brink of + + + + +audibility. So far as concrete noises went, the rats in the ancient partitions were +the worst. Sometimes their scratching seemed not only furtive but deliberate. +When it came from beyond the slanting north wall it was mixed with a sort of +dry rattling; and when it came from the century-closed loft above the slanting +ceiling Gilman always braced himself as if expecting some horror which only +bided its time before descending to engulf him utterly. + +The dreams were wholly beyond the pale of sanity, and Gilman fell that they +must be a result, jointly, of his studies in mathematics and in folklore. He had +been thinking too much about the vague regions which his formulae told him +must lie beyond the three dimensions we know, and about the possibility that +old Keziah Mason - guided by some influence past all conjecture - had actually +found the gate to those regions. The yellowed country records containing her +testimony and that of her accusers were so damnably suggestive of things +beyond human experience - and the descriptions of the darting little furry object +which served as her familiar were so painfully realistic despite their incredible +details. + +That object - no larger than a good-sized rat and quaintly called by the +townspeople "Brown Jenkins - seemed to have been the fruit of a remarkable +case of sympathetic herd-delusion, for in 1692 no less than eleven persons had +testified to glimpsing it. There were recent rumours, too, with a baffling and +disconcerting amount of agreement. Witnesses said it had long hair and the +shape of a rat, but that its sharp-toothed, bearded face was evilly human while its +paws were like tiny human hands. It took messages betwixt old Keziah and the +devil, and was nursed on the witch's blood, which it sucked like a vampire. Its +voice was a kind of loathsome titter, and it could speak all languages. Of all the +bizarre monstrosities in Oilman's dreams, nothing filled him with greater panic +and nausea than this blasphemous and diminutive hybrid, whose image flitted +across his vision in a form a thousandfold more hateful than anything his waking +mind had deduced from the ancient records and the modern whispers. + +Oilman's dreams consisted largely in plunges through limitless abysses of +inexplicably coloured twilight and baffingly disordered sound; abysses whose +material and gravitational properties, and whose relation to his own entity, he +could not even begin to explain. He did not walk or climb, fly or swim, crawl or +wriggle; yet always experienced a mode of motion partly voluntary and partly +involuntary. Of his own condition he could not well judge, for sight of his arms, +legs, and torso seemed always cut off by some odd disarrangement of +perspective; but he felt that his physical organization and faculties were +somehow marvellously transmuted and obliquely projected - though not without +a certain grotesque relationship to his normal proportions and properties. + + + + +The abysses were by no means vacant, being crowded with indescribably angled +masses of alien-hued substance, some of which appeared to be organic while +others seemed inorganic. A few of the organic objects tended to awake vague +memories in the back of his mind, though he could form no conscious idea of +what they mockingly resembled or suggested. In the later dreams he began to +distinguish separate categories into which the organic objects appeared to be +divided, and which seemed to involve in each case a radically different species of +conduct-pattern and basic motivation. Of these categories one seemed to him to +include objects slightly less illogical and irrelevant in their motions than the +members of the other categories. + +All the objects - organic and inorganic alike - were totally beyond description or +even comprehension. Gilman sometimes compared the inorganic matter to +prisms, labyrinths, clusters of cubes and planes, and Cyclopean buildings; and +the organic things struck him variously as groups of bubbles, octopi, centipedes, +living Hindoo idols, and intricate arabesques roused into a kind of ophidian +animation. Everything he saw was unspeakably menacing and horrible; and +whenever one of the organic entities appeared by its motions to be noticing him, +he felt a stark, hideous fright which generally jolted him awake. Of how the +organic entities moved, he could tell no more than of how he moved himself. In +time he observed a further mystery - the tendency of certain entities to appear +suddenly out of empty space, or to disappear totally with equal suddenness. The +shrieking, roaring confusion of sound which permeated the abysses was past all +analysis as to pitch, timbre or rhythm; but seemed to be synchronous with vague +visual changes in all the indefinite objects, organic and inorganic alike. Gilman +had a constant sense of dread that it might rise to some unbearable degree of +intensity during one or another of its obscure, relentlessly inevitable fluctuations. + +But it was not in these vortices of complete alienage that he saw Brown Jenkin. +That shocking little horror was reserved for certain lighter, sharper dreams +which assailed him just before he dropped into the fullest depths of sleep. He +would be lying in the dark fighting to keep awake when a faint lambent glow +would seem to shimmer around the centuried room, showing in a violet mist the +convergence of angled planes which had seized his brain so insidiously. The +horror would appear to pop out of the rat-hole in the corner and patter toward +him over the sagging, wide-planked floor with evil expectancy in its tiny, +bearded human face; but mercifully, this dream always melted away before the +object got close enough to nuzzle him. It had hellishly long, sharp, canine teeth; +Gilman tried to stop up the rat-hole every day, but each night the real tenants of +the partitions would gnaw away the obstruction, whatever it might be. Once he +had the landlord nail a tin over it, but the next night the rats gnawed a fresh hole, +in making which they pushed or dragged out into the room a curious little +fragment of bone. + + + + +Gilman did not report his fever to the doctor, for he knew he could not pass the +examinations if ordered to the college infirmary when every moment was +needed for cramming. As it was, he failed in Calculus D and Advanced General +Psychology, though not without hope of making up lost ground before the end +of the term. + +It was in March when the fresh element entered his lighter preliminary +dreaming, and the nightmare shape of Brown Jenkin began to be companioned +by the nebulous blur which grew more and more to resemble a bent old woman. +This addition disturbed him more than he could account for, but finally he +decided that it was like an ancient crone whom he had twice actually +encountered in the dark tangle of lanes near the abandoned wharves. On those +occasions the evil, sardonic, and seemingly unmotivated stare of the beldame +had set him almost shivering - especially the first time when an overgrown rat +darting across the shadowed mouth of a neighbouring alley had made him think +irrationally of Brown Jenkin. Now, he reflected, those nervous fears were being +mirrored in his disordered dreams. That the influence of the old house was +unwholesome he could not deny, but traces of his early morbid interest still held +him there. He argued that the fever alone was responsible for his nightly +fantasies, and that when the touch abated he would be free from the monstrous +visions. Those visions, however, were of absorbing vividness and +convincingness, and whenever he awaked he retained a vague sense of having +undergone much more than he remembered. He was hideously sure that in +unrecalled dreams he had talked with both Brown Jenkin and the old woman, +and that they had been urging him to go somewhere with them and to meet a +third being of greater potency. + +Toward the end of March he began to pick up in his mathematics, though the +other studies bothered him increasingly. He was getting an intuitive knack for +solving Riemannian equations, and astonished Professor Upham by his +comprehension of fourth-dimensional and other problems which had floored all +the rest of the class. One afternoon there was a discussion of possible freakish +curvatures in space, and of theoretical points of approach or even contact +between our part of the cosmos and various other regions as distant as the +farthest stars or the transgalactic gulfs themselves - or even as fabulously remote +as the tentatively conceivable cosmic units beyond the whole Einsteinian space- +time continuum. Oilman's handling of this theme filled everyone with +admiration, even though some of his hypothetical illustrations caused an +increase in the always plentiful gossip about his nervous and solitary +eccentricity. What made the students shake their heads was his sober theory that +a man might - given mathematical knowledge admittedly beyond all likelihood +of human acquirement - step deliberately from the earth to any other celestial +body which might lie at one of an infinity of specifc points in the cosmic pattern. + + + + +Such a step, he said, would require only two stages; first, a passage out of the +three-dimensional sphere we know, and second, a passage back to the three- +dimensional sphere at another point, perhaps one of infinite remoteness. That +this could be accomplished without loss of life was in many cases conceivable. +Any being from any part of three-dimensional space could probably survive in +the fourth dimension; and its survival of the second stage would depend upon +what alien part of three-dimensional space it might select for its re-entry. +Denizens of some planets might be able to live on certain others - even planets +belonging to other galaxies, or to similar dimensional phases of other space-time +continua - though of course there must be vast numbers of mutually +uninhabitable even though mathematically juxtaposed bodies or zones of space. + +It was also possible that the inhabitants of a given dimensional realm could +survive entry to many unknown and incomprehensible realms of additional or +indefinitely multiplied dimensions - be they within or outside the given space- +time continuum - and that the converse would be likewise true. This was a +matter for speculation, though one could be fairly certain that the type of +mutation involved in a passage from any given dimensional plane to the next +higher one would not be destructive of biological integrity as we understand it. +Gilman could not be very clear about his reasons for this last assumption, but his +haziness here was more than overbalanced by his clearness on other complex +points. Professor Upham especially liked his demonstration of the kinship of +higher mathematics to certain phases of magical lore transmitted down the ages +from an ineffable antiquity - human or pre-human - whose knowledge of the +cosmos and its laws was greater than ours. + +Around 1 April Gilman worried cosiderably because his slow fever did not +abate. He was also troubled by what some of his fellow lodgers said about his +sleep-walking. It seened that he was often absent from his bed and that the +creaking of his floor at certain hours of the night was remarked by the man in the +room below. This fellow also spoke of hearing the tread of shod feet in the night; +but Gilman was sure he must have been mistaken in this, since shoes as well as +other apparel were always precisely in place in the morning. One could develop +all sorts of aural delusions in this morbid old house - for did not Gilman himself, +even in daylight, now feel certain that noises other than rat-scratching came from +the black voids beyond the slanting wall and above the slanting ceiling? His +pathologically sensitive ears began to listen for faint footfalls in the +immemorially sealed loft overhead, and sometimes the illusion of such things +was agonizingly realistic. + +However, he knew that he had actually become a somnambulist; for twice at +night his room had been found vacant, though with all his clothing in place. Of +this he had been assured by Frank Elwood, the one fellow-student whose + + + + +poverty forced him to room in this squahd and unpopular house. Elwood had +been studying in the small hours and had come up for help on a differential +equation, only to find Gilman absent. It had been rather presumptuous of him to +open the unlocked door after knocking had failed to rouse a response, but he had +needed the help very badly and thought that his host would not mind a gentle +prodding awake. On neither occasion, though, had Gilman been there; and when +told of the matter he wondered where he could have been wandering, barefoot +and with only his night clothes on. He resolved to investigate the matter if +reports of his sleep-walking continued, and thought of sprinkling flour on the +floor of the corridor to see where his footsteps might lead. The door was the only +conceivable egress, for there was no possible foothold outside the narrow +window. + +As April advanced. Oilman's fever-sharpened ears were disturbed by the +whining prayers of a superstitious loom-fixer named Joe Mazurewicz who had a +room on the ground floor. Mazurewicz had told long, rambling stories about the +ghost of old Keziah and the furry sharp-fanged, nuzzling thing, and had said he +was so badly haunted at times that only his silver crucifix - given him for the +purpose by Father Iwanicki of St. Stanislaus' Church - could bring him relief. +Now he was praying because the Witches' Sabbath was drawing near. May Eve +was Walpurgis Night, when hell's blackest evil roamed the earth and all the +slaves of Satan gathered for nameless rites and deeds. It was always a very bad +lime in Arkham, even though the fine folks up in Miskatonic Avenue and High +and Saltonstall Streets pretended to know nothing about it. There would be bad +doings, and a child or two would probably be missing. Joe knew about such +things, for his grandmother in the old country had heard tales from her +grandmother. It was wise to pray and count one's beads at this season. For three +months Keziah and Brown Jenkin had not been near Joe's room, nor near Paul +Choynski's room, nor anywhere else - and it meant no good when they held off +like that. They must be up to something. + +Oilman dropped in at the doctor's office on the sixteenth of the month, and was +surprised to find his temperature was not as high as he had feared. The physician +questioned him sharply, and advised him to see a nerve specialist. On reflection, +he was glad he had not consulted the still more inquisitive college doctor. Old +Waldron, who had curtailed his activities before, would have made him take a +rest - an impossible thing now that he was so close to great results in his +equations. He was certainly near the boundary between the known universe and +the fourth dimension, and who could say how much farther he might go? + +But even as these thoughts came to him he wondered at the source of his strange +confidence. Did all of this perilous sense of immininence come from the formulae +on the sheets he covered day by day? The soft, stealthy, imaginary footsteps in + + + + +the sealed loft above were unnerving. And now, too, there was a growing feeling +that somebody was constantly persuading him to do something terrible which he +could not do. How about the somnambulism? Where did he go sometimes in the +night? And what was that faint suggestion of sound which once in a while +seemed to trickle through the confusion of identifiable sounds even in broad +daylight and full wakefulness? Its rhythm did not correspond to anything on +earth, unless perhaps to the cadence of one or two unmentionable Sabbat-chants, +and sometimes he feared it corresponded to certain attributes of the vague +shrieking or roaring in those wholly alien abysses of dream. + +The dreams were meanwhile getting to be atrocious. In the lighter preliminary +phase the evil old woman was now of fiendish distinctness, and Gilman knew +she was the one who had frightened him in the slums. Her bent back, long nose, +and shrivelled chin were unmistakable, and her shapeless brown garments were +like those he remembered. The expression on her face was one of hideous +malevolence and exultation, and when he awaked he could recall a croaking +voice that persuaded and threatened. He must meet the Black Man and go with +them all to the throne of Azathoth at the centre of ultimate chaos. That was what +she said. He must sign the book of Azathoth in his own blood and take a new +secret name now that his independent delvings had gone so far. What kept him +from going with her and Brown Jenkin and the other to the throne of Chaos +where the thin flutes pipe mindlessly was the fact that he had seen the name +"Azathoth" in the Necronomicon, and knew it stood for a primal evil too horrible +for description. + +The old woman always appeared out of thin air near the corner where the +downward slant met the inward slant. She seemed to crystallize at a point closer +to the ceiling than to the floor, and every night she was a little nearer and more +distinct before the dream shifted. Brown Jenkin, too was always a little nearer at +the last, and its yellowish-white fangs glistened shockingly in that unearthly +violet phosphorescence. Its shrill loathsome tittering struck more and more into +Gilman's head, and he could remember in the morning how it had pronounced +the words "Azathoth" and "Nyarlathotep". + +In the deeper dreams everything was likewise more distinct, and Gilman felt that +the twilight abysses around him were those of the fourth dimension. Those +organic entities whose motions seemed least flagrantly irrelevant and +unmotivated were probably projections of life-forms from our own planet, +including human beings. What the others were in their own dimensional sphere +or spheres he dared not try to think. Two of the less irrelevantly moving things - +a rather large congeries of iridescent, prolately spheroidal bubbles and a very +much smaller polyhedron of unknown colours and rapidly shifting surface +angles - seemed to take notice of him and follow him about or float ahead as he + + + + +changed position among the titan prisms, labyrinths, cube-and-plane clusters +and quasi-buildings; and all the while the vague shrieking and roaring waxed +louder and louder, as if approaching some monstrous climax of utterly +unendurable intensity. + +During the night of 19-20 April the new development occurred. Gilman was half +involuntarily moving about in the twilight abysses with the bubble-mass and the +small polyhedron floating ahead when he noticed the peculiarly regular angles +formed by the edges of some gigantic neighbouring prism-clusters. In another +second he was out of the abyss and standing tremulously on a rocky hillside +bathed in intense, diffused green light. He was barefooted and in his +nightclothes. and when he tried to walk discovered that he could scarcely lift his +feet. A swirling vapour hid everything but the immediate sloping terrain from +sight, and he shrank from the thought of the sounds, that might surge out of that +vapour. + +Then he saw the two shapes laboriously crawling toward him - the old woman +and the little furry thing. The crone strained up to her knees and managed to +cross her arms in a singular fashion, while Brown Jenkin pointed in a certain +direction with a horribly anthropoid forepaw which it raised with evident +difficulty. Spurred by an impulse he did not originate, Gilman dragged himself +forward along a course determined by the angle of the old woman's arms and +the direction of the small monstrosity's paw, and before he had shuffled three +steps he was back in the twilight abysses. Geometrical shapes seethed around +him, and he fell dizzily and interminably. At last he woke in his bed in the +crazily angled garret of the eldritch old house. + +He was good for nothing that morning, and stayed away from all his classes. +Some unknown attraction was pulling his eyes in a seemingly irrelevant +direction, for he could not help staring at a certain vacant spot on the floor. As +the day advanced, the focus of his unseeing eyes changed position, and by noon +he had conquered the impulse to stare at vacancy. About two o'clock he went out +for lunch and as he threaded the narrow lanes of the city he found himself +turning always to the southeast. Only an effort halted him at a cafeteria in +Church Street, and after the meal he felt the unknown pull still more strongly. + +He would have to consult a nerve specialist after all - perhaps there was a +connection with his somnambulism - but meanwhile he might at least try to +break the morbid spell himself. Undoubtedly he could still manage to walk away +from the pull, so with great resolution he headed against it and dragged himself +deliberately north along Garrison Street. By the time he had reached the bridge +over the Miskatonic he was in a cold perspiration, and he clutched at the iron + + + + +railing as he gazed upstream at the ill- regarded island whose regular lines of +ancient standing stones brooded sullenly in the afternoon sunlight. + +Then he gave a start. For there was a clearly visible living figure on that desolate +island, and a second glance told him it was certainly the strange old woman +whose sinister aspect had worked itself so disastrously into his dreams. The tall +grass near her was moving, too, as if some other living thing were crawling close +to the ground. When the old woman began to turn toward him he fled +precipitately off the bridge and into the shelter of the town's labyrinthine +waterfront alleys. Distant though the island was, he felt that a monstrous and +invincible evil could flow from the sardonic stare of that bent, ancient figure in +brown. + +The southeastwards pull still held, and only with tremendous resolution could +Gilman drag himself into the old house and up the rickety stairs. For hours he sat +silent and aimless, with his eyes shifting gradually westward. About six o'clock +his sharpened ears caught the whining prayers of Joe Mazurewicz two floors +below, and in desperation he seized his hat and walked out into the sunset- +golden streets, letting the now directly southward pull carry him where it might. +An hour later darkness found him in the open fields beyond Hangman's Brook, +with the glimmering spring stars shining ahead. The urge to walk was gradually +changing to an urge to leap mystically into space, and suddenly he realized just +where the source of the pull lay. + +It was in the sky. A definite point among the stars had a claim on him and was +calling him. Apparently it was a point somewhere between Hydra and Argo +Navis, and he knew that he had been urged toward it ever since he had awaked +soon after dawn. In the morning it had been underfoot, and now it was roughly +south but stealing toward the west. What was the meaning of this new thing? +Was he going mad? How long would it last? Again mustering his resolution, +Gilman turned and dragged himself back to the sinister old house. + +Mazurewicz was waiting for him at the door, and seemed both anxious and +reluctant to whisper some fresh bit of superstition. It was about the witch-light. +Joe had been out celebrating the night before - and it was Patriots' Day in +Massachusetts - and had come home after midnight. Looking up at the house +from outside, he had thought at first that Oilman's window was dark, but then +he had seen the faint violet glow within. He wanted to warn the gentleman about +that glow, for everybody in Arkham knew it was Keziah's witch-light which +played near Brown Jenkin and the ghost of the old crone herself. He had not +mentioned this before, but now he must tell about it because it meant that Keziah +and her long-toothed familiar were haunting the young gentleman. Sometimes +he and Paul Choynski and Landlord Dombrowski thought they saw that light + + + + +seeping out of cracks in the sealed loft above the young gentleman's room, but +they had all agreed not to talk about that. However, it would be better for the +gentleman to take another room and get a crucifix from some good priest like +Father Iwanicki. + +As the man rambled on, Gilman felt a nameless panic clutch at his throat. He +knew that Joe must have been half drunk when he came home the night before; +yet the mention of a violet light in the garret window was of frightful import. It +was a lambent glow of this sort which always played about the old woman and +the small furry thing in those lighter, sharper dreams which prefaced his plunge +into unknown abysses, and the thought that a wakeful second person could see +the dream-luminance was utterly beyond sane harborage. Yet where had the +fellow got such an odd notion? Had he himself talked as well as walked around +the house in his sleep? No, Joe said, he had not - but he must check up on this. +Perhaps Frank Elwood could tell him something, though he hated to ask. + +Fever - wild dreams - somnambulism - illusions of sounds - a pull toward a point +in the sky - and now a suspicion of insane sleep-talking! He must stop studying, +see a nerve specialist, and take himself in hand. When he climbed to the second +storey he paused at Elwood's door but saw that the other youth was out. +Reluctantly he continued up to his garret room and sat down in the dark. His +gaze was still pulled to the southward, but he also found himself listening +intently for some sound in the closed loft above, and half imagining that an evil +violet light seeped down through an infinitesimal crack in the low, slanting +ceiling. + +That night as Gilman slept, the violet light broke upon him with heightened +intensity, and the old witch and small furry thing, getting closer than ever before, +mocked him with inhuman squeals and devilish gestures. He was glad to sink +into the vaguely roaring twilight abysses, though the pursuit of that iridescent +bubble-congeries and that kaleidoscopic little polyhedron was menacing and +irritating. Then came the shift as vast converging planes of a slippery-looking +substance loomed above and below him - a shift which ended in a flash of +delirium and a blaze of unknown, alien light in which yellow, carmine, and +indigo were madly and inextricably blended. + +He was half lying on a high, fantastically balustraded terrace above a boundless +jungle of outlandish, incredible peaks, balanced planes, domes, minarets, +horizontal disks poised on pinnacles, and numberless forms of still greater +wildness - some of stone and some of metal - which glittered gorgeously in the +mixed, almost blistering glare from a poly-chromatic sky. Looking upward he +saw three stupendous disks of flame, each of a different hue, and at a different +height above an infinitely distant curving horizon of low mountains. Behind him + + + + +tiers of higher terraces towered aloft as far as he could see. The city below +stretched away to the limits of vision, and he hoped that no sound would well up +from it. + +The pavement from which he easily raised himself was a veined polished stone +beyond his power to identify, and the tiles were cut in bizarre-angled shapes +which struck himm as less asymmetrical than based on some unearthly +symmetry whose laws he could not comprehend. The balustrade was chest-high, +delicate, and fantastically wrought, while along the rail were ranged at short +intervals little figures of grotesque design and exquisite workmanship. They, like +the whole balustrade, seemed to be made of some sort of shining metal whose +colour could not be guessed in the chaos of mixed effulgences, and their nature +utterly defied conjecture. They represented some ridged barrel-shaped objects +with thin horizontal arms radiating spoke-like from a central ring and with +vertical knobs or bulbs projecting from the head and base of the barrel. Each of +these knobs was the hub of a system of five long, flat, triangularly tapering arms +arranged around it like the arms of a starfish - nearly horizontal, but curving +slightly away from the central barrel. The base of the bottom knob was fused to +the long railing with so delicate a point of contact that several figures had been +broken off and were missing. The figures were about four and a half inches in +height, while the spiky arms gave them a maximum diameter of about two and a +half inches. + +When Gilman stood up, the tiles felt hot to his bare feet. He was wholly alone, +and his first act was to walk to the balustrade and look dizzily down at the +endless, Cyclopean city almost two thousand feet below. As he listened he +thought a rhythmic confusion of faint musical pipings covering a wide tonal +range welled up from the narrow streets beneath, and he wished he might +discern the denizens of the place. The sight turned him giddy after a while, so +that he would have fallen to the pavement had he not clutched instinctively at +the lustrous balustrade. His right hand fell on one of the projecting figures, the +touch seeming to steady him slightly. It was too much, however, for the exotic +delicacy of the metal- work, and the spiky figure snapped off under his grasp. +Still half dazed, he continued to clutch it as his other hand seized a vacant space +on the smooth railing. + +But now his over-sensitive ears caught something behind him, and he looked +back across the level terrace. Approaching him softly though without apparent +furtiveness were five figures, two of which were the sinister old woman and the +fanged, furry little animal. The other three were what sent him unconscious; for +they were living entities about eight feet high, shaped precisely like the spiky +images on the balustrade, and propelling themselves by a spider-like wriggling +of their lower set of starfish-arms. + + + + +Gilman awoke in his bed, drenched by a cold perspiration and with a smarting +sensation in his face, hands and feet. Springing to the floor, he washed and +dressed in frantic haste, as if it were necessary for him to get out of the house as +quickly as possible. He did not know where he wished to go, but felt that once +more he would have to sacrifice his classes. The odd pull toward that spot in the +sky between Hydra and Argo had abated, but another of even greater strength +had taken its place. Now he felt that he must go north - infinitely north. He +dreaded to cross the bridge that gave a view of the desolate island in the +Miskatonic, so went over the Peabody Avenue bridge. Very often he stumbled, +for his eyes and ears were chained to an extremely lofty point in the blank blue +sky. + +After about an hour he got himself under better control, and saw that he was far +from the city. All around him stretched the bleak emptiness of salt marshes, +while the narrow road ahead led to Innsmouth - that ancient, half-deserted town +which Arkham people were so curiously unwilling to visit. Though the +northward pull had not diminished, he resisted it as he had resisted the other +pull, and finally found that he could almost balance the one against the other. +Plodding back to town and getting some coffee at a soda fountain, he dragged +himself into the public library and browsed aimlessly among the lighter +magazines. Once he met some friends who remarked how oddly sunburned he +looked, but he did not tell them of his walk. At three o'clock he took some lunch +at a restaurant, noting meanwhile that the pull had either lessened or divided +itself. After that he killed the time at a cheap cinema show, seeing the inane +performance over and over again without paying any attention to it. + +About nine at night he drifted homeward and shuffled into the ancient house. +Joe Mazurewicz was whining unintelligible prayers, and Gilman hastened up to +his own garret chamber without pausing to see if Elwood was in. It was when he +turned on the feeble electric light that the shock came. At once he saw there was +something on the table which did not belong there, and a second look left no +room for doubt. Lying on its side - for it could not stand up alone - was the exotic +spiky figure which in his monstrous dream he had broken off the fantastic +balustrade. No detail was missing. The ridged, barrel-shaped center, the thin +radiating arms, the knobs at each end, and the flat, slightly outward-curving +starfish-arms spreading from those knobs - all were there. In the electric light the +colour seemed to be a kind of iridescent grey veined with green; and Gilman +could see amidst his horror and bewilderment that one of the knobs ended in a +jagged break, corresponding to its former point of attachment to the dream- +railing. + +Only his tendency toward a dazed stupor prevented him from screaming aloud. +This fusion of dream and reality was too much to bear. Still dazed, he clutched at + + + + +the spiky thing and staggered downstairs to Landlord Dombrowski's quarters. +The whining prayers of the superstitious loom-fixer were still sounding through +the mouldy halls, but Gilman did not mind them now. The landlord was in, and +greeted him pleasantly. No, he had not seen that thing before and did not know +anything about it. But his wife had said she found a funny tin thing in one of the +beds when she fixed the rooms at noon, and maybe that was it. Dombrowski +called her, and she waddled in. Yes, that was the thing. She had found it in the +young gentleman's bed - on the side next the wall. It had looked very queer to +her, but of course the young gentleman had lots of queer things in his room - +books and curios and pictures and markings on paper. She certainly knew +nothing about it. + +So Gilman climbed upstairs again in mental turmoil, convinced that he was +either still dreaming or that his somnambulism had run to incredible extremes +and led him to depredations in unknown places. Where had he got this outre +thing? He did not recall seeing it in any museum in Arkham. It must have been +somewhere, though; and the sight of it as he snatched it in his sleep must have +caused the odd dream- picture of the balustraded terrace. Next day he would +make some very guarded inquiries - and perhaps see the nerve specialist. + +Meanwhile he would try to keep track of his somnambulism. As he went +upstairs and across the garret hall he sprinkled about some flour which he had +borrowed - with a frank admission as to its purpose - from the landlord. He had +stopped at Elwood's door on the way, but had found all dark within. Entering +his room, he placed the spiky thing on the table, and lay down in complete +mental and physical exhaustion without pausing to undress. From the closed loft +above the slating ceiling he thought he heard a faint scratching and padding, but +he was too disorganized even to mind it. That cryptical pull from the north was +getting very strong again, though it seemed now to come from a lower place in +the sky. + +In the dazzling violet light of dream the old woman and the fanged, furry thing +came again and with a greater distinctness than on any former occasion. This +time they actually reached him, and he felt the crone's withered claws clutching +at him. He was pulled out of bed and into empty space, and for a moment he +heard a rhythmic roaring and saw the twilight amorphousness of the vague +abysses seething around him. But that moment was very brief, for presently he +was in a crude, windowless little space with rough beams and planks rising to a +peak just above his head, and with a curious slanting floor underfoot. Propped +level on that floor were low cases full of books of every degree of antiquity and +disintegration, and in the centre were a table and bench, both apparently +fastened in place. Small objects of unknown shape and nature were ranged on +the tops of the cases, and in the flaming violet light Gilman thought he saw a + + + + +counterpart of the spiky image which had puzzled him so horribly. On the left +the floor fell abruptly away, leaving a black triangular gulf out of which, after a +second's dry rattling, there presently climbed the hateful little furry thing with +the yellow fangs and bearded human face. + +The evilly-grinning beldame still clutched him, and beyond the table stood a +figure he had never seen before - a tall, lean man of dead black colouration but +without the slightest sign of negroid features: wholly devoid of either hair or +beard, and wearing as his only garment a shapeless robe of some heavy black +fabric. His feet were indistinguishable because of the table and bench, but he +must have been shod, since there was a clicking whenever he changed position. +The man did not speak, and bore no trace of expression on his small, regular +features. He merely pointed to a book of prodigious size which lay open on the +table, while the beldame thrust a huge grey quill into Gilman's right hand. Over +everything was a pall of intensely maddening fear, and the climax was reached +when the furry thing ran up the dreamer's clothing to his shoulders and then +down his left arm, finally biting him sharply in the wrist just below his cuff. As +the blood spurted from this wound Gilman lapsed into a faint. + +He awaked on the morning of the twenty-second with a pain in his left wrist, and +saw that his cuff was brown with dried blood. His recollections were very +confused, but the scene with the black man in the unknown space stood out +vividly. The rats must have bitten him as he slept, giving rise to the climax of that +frightful dream. Opening the door, he saw that the flour on the corridor floor +was undisturbed except for the huge prints of the loutish fellow who roomed at +the other end of the garret. So he had not been sleep-walking this time. But +something would have to be done about those rats. He would speak to the +landlord about them. Again he tried to stop up the hole at the base of the slanting +wall, wedging in a candlestick which seemed of about the right size. His ears +were ringing horribly, as if with the residual echoes of some horrible noise heard +in dreams. + +As he bathed and changed clothes he tried to recall what he had dreamed after +the scene in the violet-litten space, but nothing definite would crystallize in his +mind. That scene itself must have corresponded to the sealed loft overhead, +which had begun to attack his imagination so violently, but later impressions +were faint and hazy. There were suggestions of the vague, twilight abysses, and +of still vaster, blacker abysses beyond them - abysses in which all fixed +suggestions were absent. He had been taken there by the bubble- congeries and +the little polyhedron which always dogged him; but they, like himself, had +changed to wisps of mist in this farther void of ultimate blackness. Something +else had gone on ahead - a larger wisp which now and then condensed into +nameless approximations of form - and he thought that their progress had not + + + + +been in a straight line, but rather along the alien curves and spirals of some +ethereal vortex which obeyed laws unknown to the physics and mathematics of +any conceivable cosmos. Eventually there had been a hint of vast, leaping +shadows, of a monstrous, half-acoustic pulsing, and of the thin, monotonous +piping of an unseen flute - but that was all. Gilman decided he had picked up +that last conception from what he had read in the Necronomicon about the +mindless entity Azathoth, which rules all time and space from a black throne at +the centre of Chaos. + +When the blood was washed away the wrist wound proved very slight, and +Gilman puzzled over the location of the two tiny punctures. It occurred to him +that there was no blood on the bedspread where he had lain - which was very +curious in view of the amount on his skin and cuff. Had he been sleep-walking +within his room, and had the rat bitten him as he sat in some chair or paused in +some less rational position? He looked in every corner for brownish drops or +stains, but did not find any. He had better, he thought, spinkle flour within the +room as well as outside the door - though after all no further proof of his sleep- +walking was needed. He knew he did walk and the thing to do now was to stop +it. He must ask Frank Elwood for help. This morning the strange pulls from +space seemed lessened, though they were replaced by another sensation even +more inexplicable. It was a vague, insistent impulse to fly away from his present +situation, but held not a hint of the specific direction in which he wished to fly. +As he picked up the strange spiky image on the table he thought the older +northward pull grew a trifle stronger; but even so, it was wholly overruled by +the newer and more bewildering urge. + +He took the spiky image down to Elwood's room, steeling himself against the +whines of the loom-fixer which welled up from the ground floor. Elwood was in, +thank heaven, and appeared to be stirring about. There was time for a little +conversation before leaving for breakfast and college, so Gilman hurriedly +poured forth an account of his recent dreams and fears. His host was very +sympathetic, and agreed that something ought to be done. He was shocked by +his guest's drawn, haggard aspect, and noticed the queer, abnormal-looking +sunburn which others had remarked during the past week. + +There was not much, though, that he could say. He had not seen Gilman on any +sleep-walking expedition, and had no idea what the curious image could be. He +had, though, heard the French-Canadian who lodged just under Gilman talking +to Mazurewicz one evening. They were telling each other how badly they +dreaded the coming of Walpurgis Night, now only a few days off; and were +exchanging pitying comments about the poor, doomed young gentleman. +Desrochers, the fellow under Gilman's room, had spoken of nocturnal footsteps +shod and unshod, and of the violet light he saw one night when he had stolen + + + + +fearfully up to peer through Gilman's keyhole. He had not dared to peer, he told +Mazurewicz, after he had glimpsed that light through the cracks around the +door. There had been soft talking, too - and as he began to describe it his voice +had sunk to an inaudible whisper. + +Elwood could not imagine what had set these superstitious creatures gossiping, +but supposed their imaginations had been roused by Gilman's late hours and +somnolent walking and talking on the one hand, and by the nearness of +traditionally-feared May Eve on the other hand. That Oilman talked in his sleep +was plain, and it was obviously from Desrochers' keyhole listenings that the +delusive notion of the violet dream-light had got abroad. These simple people +were quick to imagine they had seen any odd thing they had heard about. As for +a plan of action - Gilman had better move down to Elwood's room and avoid +sleeping alone. Elwood would, if awake, rouse him whenever he began to talk or +rise in his sleep. Very soon, too, he must see the specialist. Meanwhile they +would take the spiky image around to the various museums and to certain +professors; seeking identification and slating that it had been found in a public +rubbish-can. Also, Dombrowski must attend to the poisoning of those rats in the +walls. + +Braced up by Elwood's companionship, Gilman attended classes that day. +Strange urges still tugged at him, but he could sidetrack them with considerable +success. During a free period he showed the queer image to several professors, +all of whom were intensely interested, though none of them could shed any light +upon its nature or origin. That night he slept on a couch which Elwood had had +the landlord bring to the second-storey room, and for the first time in weeks was +wholly free from disquieting dreams. But the feverishness still hung on, and the +whines of the loom-fixer were an unnerving influence. + +During the next few days Gilman enjoyed an almost perfect immunity from +morbid manifestations. He had, Elwood said, showed no tendency to talk or rise +in his sleep; and meanwhile the landlord was putting rat-poison everywhere. +The only disturbing element was the talk among the superstitious foreigners, +whose imaginations had become highly excited. Mazurewicz was always trying +to make him get a crucifix, and finally forced one upon him which he said had +been blessed by the good Father Iwanicki. Desrochers, too, had something to say; +in fact, he insisted that cautious steps had sounded in the now vacant room +above him on the first and second nights of Gilinan's absence from it. Paul +Choynski thought he heard sounds in the halls and on the stairs at night, and +claimed that his door had been softly tried, while Mrs. Dombrowski vowed she +had seen Brown Jenkin for the first time since All-Hallows. But such naive +reports could mean very little, and Gilman let the cheap metal crucifix hang idly +from a knob on his host's dresser. + + + + +For three days Gilman and Elwood canvassed the local museums in an effort to +identify the strange spiky image, but always without success. In every quarter, +however, interest was intense; for the utter alienage of the thing was a +tremendous challenge to scientific curiosity. One of the small radiating arms was +broken off and subjected to chemical analysis. Professor Ellery found platinum, +iron and tellurium in the strange alloy; but mixed with these were at least three +other apparent elements of high atomic weight which chemistry was absolutely +powerless to classify. Not only did they fail to correspond with any known +element, but they did not even fit the vacant places reserved for probable +elements in the periodic system. The mystery remains unsolved to this day, +though the image is on exhibition at the museum of Miskatonic University. + +On the morning of April twenty-seventh a fresh rat-bole appeared in the room +where Gilman was a guest, but Dombrowski tinned it up during the day. The +poison was not having much effect, for scratchings and scurryings in the walls +were virtually undiminished. + +Elwood was out late that night, and Gilman waited up for him. He did not wish +to go to sleep in a room alone - especially since he thought he had glimpsed in +the evening twilight the repellent old woman whose image had become so +horribly transferred to his dreams. He wondered who she was, and what had +been near her rattling the tin can in a rubbish-heap at the mouth of a squalid +courtyard. The crone had seemed to notice him and leer evilly at him - though +perhaps this was merely his imagination. + +The next day both youths felt very tired, and knew they would sleep like logs +when night came. In the evening they drowsily discussed the mathematical +studies which had so completely and perhaps harmfully engrossed Gilman, and +speculated about the linkage with ancient magic and folklore which seemed so +darkly probable. They spoke of old Keziah Mason, and Elwood agreed that +Gilman had good scientific grounds for thinking she might have stumbled on +strange and significant information. The hidden cults to which these witches +belonged often guarded and handed down surprising secrets from elder, +forgotten eons; and it was by no means impossible that Keziah had actually +mastered the art of passing through dimensional gates. Tradition emphasizes the +uselessness of material barriers in halting a witch's notions, and who can say +what underlies the old tales of broomstick rides through the night? + +Whether a modern student could ever gain similar powers from mathematical +research alone, was still to be seen. Suceess, Gilman added, might lead to +dangerous and unthinkable situations, for who could foretell the conditions +pervading an adjacent but normally inaccessible dimension? On the other hand, +the picturesque possibilities were enormous. Time could not exist in certain belts + + + + +of space, and by entering and remaining in such a belt one might preserve one's +hfe and age indefinitely; never suffering organic metabolism or deterioration +except for slight amounts incurred during visits to one's own or similar planes. +One might, for example, pass into a timeless dimension and emerge at some +remote period of the earth's history as young as before. + +Whether anybody had ever managed to do this, one could hardly conjecture with +any degree of authority. Old legends are hazy and ambiguous, and in historic +times all attempts at crossing forbidden gaps seem complicated by strange and +terrible alliances with beings and messengers from outside. There was the +immemorial figure of the deputy or messenger of hidden and terrible powers - +the "Black Man" of the witch-cult, and the "Nyarlathotep" of the Necronomicon. +There was, too, the baffling problem of the lesser messengers or intermediaries - +the quasi-animals and queer hybrids which legend depicts as witches' familiars. +As Oilman and Elwood retired, too sleepy to argue further, they heard Joe +Mazurewicz reel into the house half drunk, and shuddered at the desperate +wildness of his whining prayers. + +That night Oilman saw the violet light again. In his dream he had heard a +scratching and gnawing in the partitions, and thought that someone fumbled +clumsily at the latch. Then he saw the old woman and the small furry thing +advancing toward him over the carpeted floor. The beldame's face was alight +with inhuman exultation, and the little yellow-toothed morbidity tittered +mockingly as it pointed at the heavily- sleeping form of Elwood on the other +couch across the room. A paralysis of fear stifled all attempts to cry out. As once +before, the hideous crone seized Oilman by the shoulders, yanking him out of +bed and into empty space. Again the infinitude of the shrieking abysses flashed +past him, but in another second he thought he was in a dark, muddy, unknown +alley of foetid odors with the rotting walls of ancient houses towering up on +every hand. + +Ahead was the robed black man he had seen in the peaked space in the other +dream, while from a lesser distance the old woman was beckoning and +grimacing imperiously. Brown Jenkin was rubbing itself with a kind of +affectionate playfulness around the ankles of the black man, which the deep mud +largely concealed. There was a dark open doorway on the right, to which the +black man silently pointed. Into this the grinning crone started, dragging Oilman +after her by his pajama sleeves. There were evil-smelling staircases which +creaked ominously, and on which the old woman seemed to radiate a faint violet +light; and finally a door leading off a landing. The crone fumbled with the latch +and pushed the door open, motioning to Oilman to wait, and disappearing inside +the black aperture. + + + + +The youth's over-sensitive ears caught a hideous strangled cry, and presently the +beldame came out of the room bearing a small, senseless form which she thrust +at the dreamer as if ordering him to carry it. The sight of this form, and the +expression on its face, broke the spell. Still too dazed to cry out, he plunged +recklessly down the noisome staircase and into the mud outside, halting only +when seized and choked by the waiting black man. As consciousness departed +he heard the faint, shrill tittering of the fanged, rat-like abnormality. + +On the morning of the twenty-ninth Gilman awaked into a maelstrom of horror. +The instant he opened his eyes he knew something was terribly wrong, for he +was back in his old garret room with the slanting wall and ceiling, sprawled on +the now unmade bed. His throat was aching inexplicably, and as he struggled to +a sitting posture he saw with growing fright that his feet and pajama bottoms +were brown with caked mud. For the moment his recollections were hopelessly +hazy, but he knew at least that he must have been sleep-walking. Elwood had +been lost too deeply in slumber to hear and stop him. On the floor were confused +muddy prints, but oddly enough they did not extend all the way to the door. The +more Gilman looked at them, the more peculiar they seemed; for in addition to +those he could recognize as his there were some smaller, almost round markings +- such as the legs of a large chair or a table might make, except that most of them +tended to be divided into halves. There were also some curious muddy rat-tracks +leading out of a fresh hole and back into it again. Utter bewilderment and the +fear of madness racked Gilman as he staggered to the door and saw that there +were no muddy prints outside. The more he remembered of his hideous dream +the more terrified he felt, and it added to his desperation to hear Joe Mazurewicz +chanting mournfully two floors below. + +Descending to Elwood's room he roused his still-sleeping host and began telling +of how he had found himself, but Elwood could form no idea of what might +really have happened. Where Gilman could have been, how he got back to his +room without making tracks in the hall, and how the muddy, furniture-like +prints came to be mixed with his in the garret chamber, were wholly beyond +conjecture. Then there were those dark, livid marks on his throat, as if he had +tried to strangle himself. He put his hands up to them, but found that they did +not even approximately fit. While they were talking, Desrochers dropped in to +say that he had heard a terrific clattering overhead in the dark small hours. No, +there had been no one on the stairs after midnight, though just before midnight +he had heard faint footfalls in the garret, and cautiously descending steps he did +not like. It was, he added, a very bad time of year for Arkham. The young +gentleman had better be sure to wear the circifix Joe Mazurewicz had given him. +Even the daytime was not safe, for after dawn there had been strange sounds in +the house - especially a thin, childish wail hastily choked off. + + + + +Gilman mechanically attended classes that morning, but was wholly unable to fix +his mind on his studies. A mood of hideous apprehension and expectancy had +seized him, and he seemed to be awaiting the fall of some annihilating blow. At +noon he lunched at the University spa, picking up a paper from the next seat as +he waited for dessert. But he never ate that dessert; for an item on the paper's +first page left him limp, wild-eyed, and able only to pay his check and stagger +back to Elwood's room. + +There had been a strange kidnapping the night before in Orne's Gangway, and +the two-year-old child of a clod-like laundry worker named Anastasia Wolejko +had completely vanished from sight. The mother, it appeared, had feared the +event for some time; but the reasons she assigned for her fear were so grotesque +that no one took them seriously. She had, she said, seen Brown Jenkin about the +place now and then ever since early in March, and knew from its grimaces and +titterings that little Ladislas must be marked for sacrifice at the awful Sabbat on +Walpurgis Night. She had asked her neighbour Mary Czanek to sleep in the +room and try to protect the child, but Mary had not dared. She could not tell the +police, for they never believed such things. Children had been taken that way +every year ever since she could remember. And her friend Pete Stowacki would +not help because he wanted the child out of the way. + +But what threw Gilman into a cold perspiration was the report of a pair of +revellers who had been walking past the mouth of the gangway just after +midnight. They admitted they had been drunk, but both vowed they had seen a +crazily dressed trio furtively entering the dark passageway. There had, they said, +been a huge robed negro, a little old woman in rags, and a young white man in +his night-clothes. The old woman had been dragging the youth, while around the +feet of the negro a tame rat was rubbing and weaving in the brown mud. + +Gilman sat in a daze all the afternoon, and Elwood - who had meanwhile seen +the papers and formed terrible conjectures from them - found him thus when he +came home. This time neither could doubt but that something hideously serious +was closing in around them. Between the phantasms of nightmare and the +realities of the objective world a monstrous and unthinkable relationship was +crystallizing, and only stupendous vigilance could avert still more direful +developments. Gilman must see a specialist sooner or later, but not just now, +when all the papers were full of this kidnapping business. + +Just what had really happened was maddeningly obscure, and for a moment +both Gilman and Elwood exchanged whispered theories of the wildest kind. Had +Gilman unconsciously succeeded better than he knew in his studies of space and +its dimensions? Had he actually slipped outside our sphere to points unguessed +and unimaginable? Where - if anywhere - had he been on those nights of + + + + +demoniac alienage? The roaring twilight abysses - the green hillside - the +blistering terrace - the pulls from the stars - the ultimate black vortex - the black +man - the muddy alley and the stairs - the old witch and the fanged, furry horror + +- the bubble-congeries and the little polyhedron - the strange sunburn - the wrist- +wound - the unexplained image - the muddy feet - the throat marks - the tales +and fears of the superstitious foreigners - what did all this mean? To what extent +could the laws of sanity apply to such a case? + +There was no sleep for either of them that night, but next day they both cut +classes and drowsed. This was April thirtieth, and with the dusk would come the +hellish Sabbat-time which all the foreigners and the superstitious old folk feared. +Mazurewicz came home at six o'clock and said people at the mill were +whispering that the Walpurgis revels would be held in the dark ravine beyond +Meadow Hill where the old white stone stands in a place queerly devoid of all +plant-life. Some of them had even told the police and advised them to look there +for the missing Wolejko child, but they did not believe anything would be done. +Joe insisted that the poor young gentleman wear his nickel-chained crucifix, and +Gilman put it on and dropped it inside his shirt to humour the fellow. + +Late at night the two youths sat drowsing in their chairs, lulled by the praying of +the loom-fixer on the floor below. Gilman listened as he nodded, his +preternaturally sharpened hearing seeming to strain for some subtle, dreaded +murmur beyond the noises in the ancient house. Unwholesome recollections of +things in the Necronomicon and the Black Book welled up, and he found himself +swaying to infandous rhythms said to pertain to the blackest ceremonies of the +Sabbat and to have an origin outside the time and space we comprehend. + +Presently he realized what he was listening for - the hellish chant of the +celebrants in the distant black valley. How did he know so much about what +they expected? How did he know the time when Nahab and her acolyte were +due to bear the brimming bowl which would follow the black cock and the black +goat? He saw that Elwood had dropped asleep, and tried to call out and waken +him. Something, however, closed his throat. He was not his own master. Had he +signed the black man's book after all? + +Then his fevered, abnormal hearing caught the distant, windborne notes. Over +miles of hill and field and alley they came, but he recognized them none the less. +The fires must be lit, and the dancers must be starting in. How could he keep +himself from going? What was it that had enmeshed him? Mathematics - folklore + +- the house - old Keziah - Brown Jenkin . . . and now he saw that there was a fresh +rat-hole in the wall near his couch. Above the distant chanting and the nearer +praying of Joe Mazurewicz came another sound - a stealthy, determined +scratching in the partitions. He hoped the electric lights would not go out. Then + + + + +he saw the fanged, bearded Httle face in the rat-hole - the accursed httle face +which he at last realized bore such a shocking, mocking resemblance to old +Keziah's - and heard the faint fumbling at the door. + +The screaming twilight abysses flashed before him, and he felt himself helpless +in the formless grasp of the iridescent bubble-congeries. Ahead raced the small, +kaleidoscopic polyhedron and all through the churning void there was a +heightening and acceleration of the vague tonal pattern which seemed to +foreshadow some unutterable and unendurable climax. He seemed to know +what was coming - the monstrous burst of Walpurgis-rhythm in whose cosmic +timbre would be concentrated all the primal, ultimate space-time seethings +which lie behind the massed spheres of matter and sometimes break forth in +measured reverberations that penetrate faintly to every layer of entity and give +hideous significance throughout the worlds to certain dreaded periods. + +But all this vanished in a second. He was again in the cramped, violet-litten +peaked space with the slanting floor, the low cases of ancient books, the bench +and table, the queer objects, and the triangular gulf at one side. On the table lay a +small white figure - an infant boy, unclothed and unconscious - while on the +other side stood the monstrous, leering old woman with a gleaming, grotesque- +hafted knife in her right hand, and a queerly proportioned pale metal bowl +covered with curiously chased designs and having delicate lateral handles in her +left. She was intoning some croaking ritual in a language which Gilman could +not understand, but which seemed like something guardedly quoted in the +Necronomicon. + +As the scene grew clearer he saw the ancient crone bend forward and extend the +empty bowl across the table - and unable to control his own emotions, he +reached far forward and took it in both hands, noticing as he did so its +comparative lightness. At the same moment the disgusting form of Brown Jenkin +scrambled up over the brink of the triangular black gulf on his left. The crone +now motioned him to hold the bowl in a certain position while she raised the +huge, grotesque knife above the small white victim as high as her right hand +could reach. The fanged, furry thing began tittering a continuation of the +unknown ritual, while the witch croaked loathsome responses. Gilman felt a +gnawing poignant abhorrence shoot through his mental and emotional paralysis, +and the light metal bowl shook in his grasp. A second later the downward +motion of the knife broke the spell conpletely, and he dropped the bowl with a +resounding bell-like clangour while his hands darted out frantically to stop the +monstrous deed. + +In an instant he had edged up the slanting floor around the end of the table and +wrenched the knife from the old woman's claws; sending it clattering over the + + + + +brink of the narrow triangular gulf. In another instant, however, matters were +reversed; for those murderous claws had locked themselves tightly around his +own throat, while the wrinkled face was twisted with insane fury. He felt the +chain of the cheap crucifix grinding into his neck, and in his peril wondered how +the sight of the object itself would affect the evil creature. Her strength was +altogether superhuman, but as she continued her choking he reached feebly in +his shirt and drew out the metal symbol, snapping the chain and pulling it free. + +At sight of the device the witch seemed struck with panic, and her grip relaxed +long enough to give Gilman a chance to break it entirely. He pulled the steel-like +claws from his neck, and would have dragged the beldame over the edge of the +gulf had not the claws received a fresh access of strength and closed in again. +This time he resolved to reply in kind, and his own hands reached out for the +creature's throat. Before she saw what he was doing he had the chain of the +crucifix twisted about her neck, and a moment later he had tightened it enough +to cut off her breath. During her last struggle he felt something bite at his ankle, +and saw that Brown Jenkin had come to her aid. With one savage kick he sent the +morbidity over the edge of the gulf and heard it whimper on some level far +below. + +Whether he had killed the ancient crone he did not know, but he let her rest on +the floor where she had fallen. Then, as he turned away, he saw on the table a +sight which nearly snapped the last thread of his reason. Brown Jenkin, tough of +sinew and with four tiny hands of demoniac dexterity, had been busy while the +witch was throttling him, and his efforts had been in vain. What he had +prevented the knife from doing to the victim's chest, the yellow fangs of the furry +blasphemy had done to a wrist - and the bowl so lately on the floor stood full +beside the small lifeless body. + +In his dream-delirium Gilman heard the hellish alien-rhythmed chant of the +Sabbat coming from an infinite distance, and knew the black man must be there. +Confused memories mixed themselves with his mathematics, and he believed his +subconscious mind held the angles which he needed to guide him back to the +normal world alone and unaided for the first time. He felt sure he was in the +immemorially sealed loft above his own room, but whether he could ever escape +through the slanting floor or the long-stooped egress he doubted greatly. +Besides, would not an escape from a dream-loft bring him merely into a dream- +house - an abnormal projection of the actual place he sought? He was wholly +bewildered as to the relation betwixt dream and reality in all his experiences. + +The passage through the vague abysses would be frightful, for the Walpurgis- +rhythm would be vibrating, and at last he would have to hear that hitherto- +veiled cosmic pulsing which he so mortally dreaded. Even now he could detect a + + + + +low, monstrous shaking whose tempo he suspected all too well. At Sabbat-time it +always mounted and reached through to the worlds to summon the initiate to +nameless rites. Half the chants of the Sabbat were patterned on this faintly +overheard pulsing which no earthly ear could endure in its unveiled spatial +fulness. Gilman wondered, too, whether he could trust his instincts to take him +back to the right part of space. How could he be sure he would not land on that +green-litten hillside of a far planet, on the tessellated terrace above the city of +tentacled monsters somewhere beyond the galaxy or in the spiral black vortices +of that ultimate void of Chaos where reigns the mindless demon-sultan +Azathoth? + +Just before he made the plunge the violet light went out and left him in utter +blackness. The witch - old Keziah - Nahab - that must have meant her death. And +mixed with the distant chant of the Sabbat and the whimpers of Brown Jenkin in +the gulf below he thought he heard another and wilder whine from unknown +depths. Joe Mazurewicz - the prayers against the Crawling Chaos now turning to +an inexplicably triumphant shriek - worlds of sardonic actuality impinging on +vortices of febrile dream - la! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand +Young... + +They found Gilman on the floor of his queerly-angled old garret room long +before dawn, for the terrible cry had brought Desrochers and Choynski and +Dombrowski and Mazurewicz at once, and had even wakened the soundly +sleeping Elwood in his chair. He was alive, and with open, staring eyes, but +seemed largely unconscious. On his throat were the marks of murderous hands, +and on his left ankle was a distressing rat-bite. His clothing was badly rumpled +and Joe's crucifix was missing, Elwood trembled, afraid even to speculate what +new form his friend's sleep-walking had taken. Mazurewicz seemed half dazed +because of a "sign" he said he had had in response to his prayers, and he crossed +himself frantically when the squealing and whimpering of a rat sounded from +beyond the slanting partition. + +When the dreamer was settled on his couch in Elwood's room they sent for +Doctor Malkowski - a local practitioner who would repeat no tales where they +might prove embarrassing - and he gave Gilman two hypodermic injections +which caused him to relax in something like natural drowsiness. During the day +the patient regained consciousness at times and whispered his newest dream +disjointedly to Elwood. It was a painful process, and at its very start brought out +a fresh and disconcerting fact. + +Gilman - whose ears had so lately possessed an abnormal sensitiveness - was +now stone-deaf. Doctor Malkowski, summoned again in haste, told Elwood that +both ear-drums were ruptured, as if by the impact of some stupendous sound + + + + +intense beyond all human conception or endurance. How such a sound could +have been heard in the last few hours without arousing all the Miskatonic Valley +was more than the honest physician could say. + +Elwood wrote his part of the colloquy on paper, so that a fairly easy +communication was maintained. Neither knew what to make of the whole +chaotic business, and decided it would be better if they thought as little as +possible about it. Both, though, agreed that they must leave this ancient and +accursed house as soon as it could be arranged. Evening papers spoke of a police +raid on some curious revellers in a ravine beyond Meadow Hill just before dawn, +and mentioned that the white stone there was an object of age- long superstitious +regard. Nobody had been caught, but among the scattering fugitives had been +glimpsed a huge negro. In another column it was stated that no trace of the +missing child Ladislas Wolejko had been found. + +The crowning horror came that very night. Elwood will never forget it, and was +forced to stay out of college the rest of the term because of the resulting nervous +breakdown. He had thought he heard rats in the partition all the evening, but +paid little attention to them. Then, long after both he and Gilman had retired, the +atrocious shrieking began. Elwood jumped up, turned on the lights and rushed +over to his guest's couch. The occupant was emitting sounds of veritably +inhuman nature, as if racked by some torment beyond description. He was +writhing under the bedclothes, and a great stain was beginning to appear on the +blankets. + +Elwood scarcely dared to touch him, but gradually the screaming and writhing +subsided. By this time Dombrowski, Choynski, Desrochers, Mazurewicz, and the +top-floor lodger were all crowding into the doorway, and the landlord had sent +his wife back to telephone for Doctor Malkowaki. Everybody shrieked when a +large rat-like form suddenly jumped out from beneath the ensanguined +bedclothes and scuttled across the floor to a fresh, open hole close by. When the +doctor arrived and began to pull down those frightful covers Walter Gilman was +dead. + +It would be barbarous to do more than suggest what had killed Gilman. There +had been virtually a tunnel through his body - something had eaten his heart out. +Dombrowski, frantic at the failure of his rat- poisoning efforts, cast aside all +thought of his lease and within a week had moved with all his older lodgers to a +dingy but less ancient house in Walnut Street. The worst thing for a while was +keeping Joe Mazurewicz quiet; for the brooding loom-fixer would never stay +sober, and was constantly whining and muttering about spectral and terrible +things. + + + + +It seems that on that last hideous night Joe had stooped to look at the crimson +rat-tracks which led from Gilman's couch to the near-by hole. On the carpet they +were very indistinct, but a piece of open flooring intervened between the carpet's +edge and the baseboard. There Mazurewicz had found something monstrous - or +thought he had, for no one else could quite agree with him despite the +undeniable queerness of the prints. The tracks on the flooring were certainly +vastly unlike the average prints of a rat but even Choynski and Desrochers +would not admit that they were like the prints of four tiny human hands. + +The house was never rented again. As soon as Dombrowski left it the pall of its +final desolation began to descend, for people shunned it both on account of its +old reputation and because of the new foetid odour. Perhaps the ex-landlord's +rat-poison had worked after all, for not long after his departure the place became +a neighbourhood nuisance. Health officials traced the smell to the closed spaces +above and beside the eastern garret room, and agreed that the number of dead +rats must be enormous. They decided, however, that it was not worth their while +to hew open and disinfect the long-sealed spaces; for the foetor would soon be +over, and the locality was not one which encouraged fastidious standards. +Indeed, there were always vague local tales of unexplained stenches upstairs in +the Witch-House just after May-Eve and Hallowmass. The neighbours +acquiesced in the inertia - but the foetor none the less formed an additional count +against the place. Toward the last the house was condemned as a habitation by +the building inspector. + +Gilman's dreams and their attendant circumstances have never been explained. +Elwood, whose thoughts on the entire episode are sometimes almost maddening, +came back to college the next autumn and was graduated in the following June. +He found the spectral gossip of the town much disminished, and it is indeed a +fact that - notwithstanding certain reports of a ghostly tittering in the deserted +house which lasted almost as long as that edifice itself - no fresh appearances +either of Old Keziah or of Brown Jenkin have been muttered of since Gilman's +death. It is rather fortunate that Elwood was not in Arkham in that later year +when certain events abruptly renewed the local whispers about elder horrors. Of +course he heard about the matter afterward and suffered untold torments of +black and bewildered speculation; but even that was not as bad as actual +nearness and several possible sights would have been. + +In March, 1931, a gale wrecked the roof and great chimney of the vacant Witch- +House, so that a chaos of crumbling bricks, blackened, moss-grown shingles, and +rotting planks and timbers crashed down into the loft and broke through the +floor beneath. The whole attic storey was choked with debris from above, but no +one took the trouble to touch the mess before the inevitable razing of the decrepit +structure. That ultimate step came in the following December, and it was when + + + + +Gilman's old room was cleared out by reluctant, apprehensive workmen that the +gossip began. + +Among the rubbish which had crashed through the ancient slanting ceiling were +several things which made the workmen pause and call in the police. Later the +police in turn called in the coroner and several professors from the university. +There were bones - badly crushed and splintered, but clearly recognizable as +human - whose manifestly modern date conflicted puzzlingly with the remote +period at which their only possible lurking place, the low, slant-floored loft +overhead, had supposedly been sealed from all human access. The coroner's +physician decided that some belonged to a small child, while certain others - +found mixed with shreds of rotten brownish cloth - belonged to a rather +undersized, bent female of advanced years. Careful sifting of debris also +disclosed many tiny bones of rats caught in the collapse, as well as older rat- +bones gnawed by small fangs in a fashion now and then highly productive of +controversy and reflection. + +Other objects found included the mangled fragments of many books and papers, +together with a yellowish dust left from the total disintegration of still older +books and papers. All, without exception, appeared to deal with black magic in +its most advanced and horrible forms; and the evidently recent date of certain +items is still a mystery as unsolved as that of the modern human bones. An even +greater mystery is the absolute homogeneity of the crabbed, archaic writing +found on a wide range of papers whose conditions and watermarks suggest age +differences of at least one hundred and fifty to two hundred years. To some, +though, the greatest mystery of all is the variety of utterly inexplicable objects - +objects whose shapes, materials, types of workmanship, and purposes baffle all +conjecture - found scattered amidst the wreckage in evidently diverse states of +injury. One of these things - which excited several Miskatonie professors +profoundly is a badly damaged monstrosity plainly resembling the strange +image which Oilman gave to the college museum, save that it is large, wrought +of some peculiar bluish stone instead of metal, and possessed of a singularly +angled pedestal with undecipherable hieroglyphics. + +Archaeologists and anthropologists are still trying to explain the bizarre designs +chased on a crushed bowl of light metal whose inner side bore ominous +brownish stains when found. Foreigners and credulous grandmothers are +equally garrulous about the modern nickel crucifix with broken chain mixed in +the rubbish and shiveringly identified by Joe Maturewicz as that which he had +given poor Oilman many years before. Some believe this crucifix was dragged up +to the sealed loft by rats, while others think it must have been on the floor in +some corner of Oilman's old room at the time. Still others, including Joe himself, +have theories too wild and fantastic for sober credence. + + + + +When the slanting wall of Gilman's room was torn out, the once-sealed +triangular space between that partition and the house's north wall was found to +contain much less structural debris, even in proportion to its size, than the room +itself, though it had a ghastly layer of older materials which paralyzed the +wreckers with horror. In brief, the floor was a veritable ossuary of the bones of +small children - some fairly modern, but others extending back in infinite +gradations to a period so remote that crumbling was almost complete. On this +deep bony layer rested a knife of great size, obvious antiquity, and grotesque, +ornate, and exotic design - above which the debris was piled. + +In the midst of this debris, wedged between a fallen plank and a cluster of +cemented bricks from the ruined chimney, was an object destined to cause more +bafflement, veiled fright, and openly superstitious talk in Arkham than anything +else discovered in the haunted and accursed building. + +This object was the partly crushed skeleton of a huge diseased rat, whose +abnormalities of form are still a topic of debate and source of singular reticence +among the members of Miskatonic's department of comparative anatomy. Very +little concerning this skeleton has leaked out, but the workmen who found it +whisper in shocked tones about the long, brownish hairs with which it was +associated. + +The bones of the tiny paws, it is rumoured, imply prehensile characteristics more +typical of a diminutive monkey than of a rat, while the small skull with its +savage yellow fangs is of the utmost anomalousness, appearing from certain +angles like a miniature, monstrously degraded parody of a human skull. The +workmen crossed themselves in fright when they came upon this blasphemy, but +later burned candles of gratitude in St. Stanislaus' Church because of the shrill, +ghostly tittering they felt they would never hear again. + + + + +Ex Oblivione + + + +Written 1920 + +Published March 1921 in The United Amateur, Vol. 20, No. 4, p. 59-60. + +When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive +me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly +upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my +dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered +through old gardens and enchanted woods. + +Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed +endlessly and languorously under strange stars. + +Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream under +the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, iridescent arbours, and +undying roses. + +And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and +ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a +little gate of bronze. + +Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause +in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted grotesquely, +and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, some times +disclosing the mould-stained stones of buried temples. And alway the goal of my +fancies was the mighty vine-grown wall with the little gate of bronze therein. + +After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from their +greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the valley +and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal +dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of +interest and new colours. And as I looked upon the little gate in the mighty wall, +I felt that beyond it lay a dream-country from which, once it was entered, there +would be no return. + +So each night in sleep I strove to find the hidden latch of the gate in the ivied +antique wall, though it was exceedingly well hidden. And I would tell myself +that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more lovely and +radiant as well. + + + + +Then one night in the dream-city of Zakarion I found a yellowed papyrus filled +with the thoughts of dream-sages who dwelt of old in that city, and who were +too wise ever to be born in the waking world. Therein were written many things +concerning the world of dream, and among them was lore of a golden valley and +a sacred grove with temples, and a high wall pierced by a little bronze gate. +When I saw this lore, I knew that it touched on the scenes I had haunted, and I +therefore read long in the yellowed papyrus. + +Some of the dream-sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the +irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment. I knew not +which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross for ever into the unknown +land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more +terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace. So when I learned of the drug +which would unlock the gate and drive me through, I resolved to take it when +next I awaked. + +Last night I swallowed the drug and floated dreamily into the golden valley and +the shadowy groves; and when I came this time to the antique wall, I saw that +the small gate of bronze was ajar. From beyond came a glow that weirdly lit the +giant twisted trees and the tops of the buried temples, and I drifted on songfully, +expectant of the glories of the land from whence I should never return. + +But as the gate swung wider and the sorcery of the drug and the dream pushed +me through, I knew that all sights and glories were at an end; for in that new +realm was neither land nor sea, but only the white void of unpeopled and +illimitable space. So, happier than I had ever dared hope to be, I dissolved again +into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had +called me for one brief and desolate hour. + + + + +Facts Concerning the Late Arthur +Jermyn and His Family + +Written 1920 + +Published March 1921 in The Wolverine, No. 9, p. 3-11. + + +Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it +peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more +hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps +be the ultimate exterminator of our human species-if separate species we be-for +its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed +upon the world. If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; +and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set fire to his clothing one night. No +one placed the charred fragments in an urn or set a memorial to him who had +been; for certain papers and a certain boxed object were found which made men +wish to forget. Some who knew him do not admit that he ever existed. + +Arthur Jermyn went out on the moor and burned himself after seeing the boxed +object which had come from Africa. It was this object, and not his peculiar +personal appearance, which made him end his life. Many would have disliked to +live if possessed of the peculiar features of Arthur Jermyn, but he had been a +poet and scholar and had not minded. Learning was in his blood, for his great- +grandfather. Sir Robert Jermyn, Bt., had been an anthropologist of note, whilst +his great-great-great-grandfather. Sir Wade Jermyn, was one of the earliest +explorers of the Congo region, and had written eruditely of its tribes, animals, +and supposed antiquities. Indeed, old Sir Wade had possessed an intellectual +zeal amounting almost to a mania; his bizarre conjectures on a prehistoric white +Congolese civilisation earning him much ridicule when his book. Observation on +the Several Parts of Africa, was published. In 1765 this fearless explorer had been +placed in a madhouse at Huntingdon. + +Madness was in all the Jermyns, and people were glad there were not many of +them. The line put forth no branches, and Arthur was the last of it. If he had not +been, one can not say what he would have done when the object came. The +Jermyns never seemed to look quite right-something was amiss, though Arthur +was the worst, and the old family portraits in Jermyn House showed fine faces +enough before Sir Wade's time. Certainly, the madness began with Sir Wade, +whose wild stories of Africa were at once the delight and terror of his few + + + + +friends. It showed in his collection of trophies and specimens, which were not +such as a normal man would accumulate and preserve, and appeared strikingly +in the Oriental seclusion in which he kept his wife. The latter, he had said, was +the daughter of a Portuguese trader whom he had met in Africa; and did not like +English ways. She, with an infant son born in Africa, had accompanied him back +from the second and longest of his trips, and had gone with him on the third and +last, never returning. No one had ever seen her closely, not even the servants; for +her disposition had been violent and singular. During her brief stay at Jermyn +House she occupied a remote wing, and was waited on by her husband alone. Sir +Wade was, indeed, most peculiar in his solicitude for his family; for when he +returned to Africa he would permit no one to care for his young son save a +loathsome black woman from Guinea. Upon coming back, after the death of +Lady Jermyn, he himself assumed complete care of the boy. + +But it was the talk of Sir Wade, especially when in his cups, which chiefly led his +friends to deem him mad. In a rational age like the eighteenth century it was +unwise for a man of learning to talk about wild sights and strange scenes under a +Congo moon; of the gigantic walls and pillars of a forgotten city, crumbling and +vine-grown, and of damp, silent, stone steps leading interminably down into the +darkness of abysmal treasure-vaults and inconceivable catacombs. Especially +was it unwise to rave of the living things that might haunt such a place; of +creatures half of the jungle and half of the impiously aged city-fabulous +creatures which even a Pliny might describe with scepticism; things that might +have sprung up after the great apes had overrun the dying city with the walls +and the pillars, the vaults and the weird carvings. Yet after he came home for the +last time Sir Wade would speak of such matters with a shudderingly uncanny +zest, mostly after his third glass at the Knight's Head; boasting of what he had +found in the jungle and of how he had dwelt among terrible ruins known only to +him. And finally he had spoken of the living things in such a manner that he was +taken to the madhouse. He had shown little regret when shut into the barred +room at Huntingdon, for his mind moved curiously. Ever since his son had +commenced to grow out of infancy, he had liked his home less and less, till at last +he had seemed to dread it. The Knight's Head had been his headquarters, and +when he was confined he expressed some vague gratitude as if for protection. +Three years later he died. + +Wade Jermyn's son Philip was a highly peculiar person. Despite a strong +physical resemblance to his father, his appearance and conduct were in many +particulars so coarse that he was universally shunned. Though he did not inherit +the madness which was feared by some, he was densely stupid and given to brief +periods of uncontrollable violence. In frame he was small, but intensely +powerful, and was of incredible agility. Twelve years after succeeding to his title +he married the daughter of his gamekeeper, a person said to be of gypsy + + + + +extraction, but before his son was born joined the navy as a common sailor, +completing the general disgust which his habits and misalliance had begun. +After the close of the American war he was heard of as sailor on a merchantman +in the African trade, having a kind of reputation for feats of strength and +climbing, but finally disappearing one night as his ship lay off the Congo coast. + +In the son of Sir Philip Jermyn the now accepted family peculiarity took a strange +and fatal turn. Tall and fairly handsome, with a sort of weird Eastern grace +despite certain slight oddities of proportion, Robert Jermyn began life as a +scholar and investigator. It was he who first studied scientifically the vast +collection of relics which his mad grandfather had brought from Africa, and who +made the family name as celebrated in ethnology as in exploration. In 1815 Sir +Robert married a daughter of the seventh Viscount Brightholme and was +subsequently blessed with three children, the eldest and youngest of whom were +never publicly seen on account of deformities in mind and body. Saddened by +these family misfortunes, the scientist sought relief in work, and made two long +expeditions in the interior of Africa. In 1849 his second son, Nevil, a singularly +repellent person who seemed to combine the surliness of Philip Jermyn with the +hauteur of the Brightholmes, ran away with a vulgar dancer, but was pardoned +upon his return in the following year. He came back to Jermyn House a widower +with an infant son, Alfred, who was one day to be the father of Arthur Jermyn. + +Friends said that it was this series of griefs which unhinged the mind of Sir +Robert Jermyn, yet it was probably merely a bit of African folklore which caused +the disaster. The elderly scholar had been collecting legends of the Onga tribes +near the field of his grandfather's and his own explorations, hoping in some way +to account for Sir Wade's wild tales of a lost city peopled by strange hybrid +creatures. A certain consistency in the strange papers of his ancestor suggested +that the madman's imagination might have been stimulated by native myths. On +October 19, 1852, the explorer Samuel Seaton called at Jermyn House with a +manuscript of notes collected among the Ongas, believing that certain legends of +a gray city of white apes ruled by a white god might prove valuable to the +ethnologist. In his conversation he probably supplied many additional details; +the nature of which will never be known, since a hideous series of tragedies +suddenly burst into being. When Sir Robert Jermyn emerged from his library he +left behind the strangled corpse of the explorer, and before he could be +restrained, had put an end to all three of his children; the two who were never +seen, and the son who had run away. Nevil Jermyn died in the successful +defence of his own two-year-old son, who had apparently been included in the +old man's madly murderous scheme. Sir Robert himself, after repeated attempts +at suicide and a stubborn refusal to utter an articulate sound, died of apoplexy in +the second year of his confinement. + + + + +Sir Alfred Jermyn was a baronet before his fourth birthday, but his tastes never +matched his title. At twenty he had joined a band of music-hall performers, and +at thirty-six had deserted his wife and child to travel with an itinerant American +circus. His end was very revolting. Among the animals in the exhibition with +which he travelled was a huge bull gorilla of lighter colour than the average; a +surprisingly tractable beast of much popularity with the performers. With this +gorilla Alfred Jermyn was singularly fascinated, and on many occasions the two +would eye each other for long periods through the intervening bars. Eventually +Jermyn asked and obtained permission to train the animal, astonishing audiences +and fellow performers alike with his success. One morning in Chicago, as the +gorilla and Alfred Jermyn were rehearsing an exceedingly clever boxing match, +the former delivered a blow of more than the usual force, hurting both the body +and the dignity of the amateur trainer. Of what followed, members of "The +Greatest Show On Earth" do not like to speak. They did not expect to hear Sir +Alfred Jermyn emit a shrill, inhuman scream, or to see him seize his clumsy +antagonist with both hands, dash it to the floor of the cage, and bite fiendishly at +its hairy throat. The gorilla was off its guard, but not for long, and before +anything could be done by the regular trainer, the body which had belonged to a +baronet was past recognition. + + +Arthur Jermyn was the son of Sir Alfred Jermyn and a music-hall singer of +unknown origin. When the husband and father deserted his family, the mother +took the child to Jermyn House; where there was none left to object to her +presence. She was not without notions of what a nobleman's dignity should be, +and saw to it that her son received the best education which limited money could +provide. The family resources were now sadly slender, and Jermyn House had +fallen into woeful disrepair, but young Arthur loved the old edifice and all its +contents. He was not like any other Jermyn who had ever lived, for he was a poet +and a dreamer. Some of the neighbouring families who had heard tales of old Sir +Wade Jermyn's unseen Portuguese wife declared that her Latin blood must be +showing itself; but most persons merely sneered at his sensitiveness to beauty, +attributing it to his music-hall mother, who was socially unrecognised. The +poetic delicacy of Arthur Jermyn was the more remarkable because of his +uncouth personal appearance. Most of the Jermyns had possessed a subtly odd +and repellent cast, but Arthur's case was very striking. It is hard to say just what +he resembled, but his expression, his facial angle, and the length of his arms gave +a thrill of repulsion to those who met him for the first time. + +It was the mind and character of Arthur Jermyn which atoned for his aspect. +Gifted and learned, he took highest honours at Oxford and seemed likely to +redeem the intellectual fame of his family. Though of poetic rather than scientific + + + + +temperament, he planned to continue the work of his forefathers in African +ethnology and antiquities, utilising the truly wonderful though strange collection +of Sir Wade. With his fanciful mind he thought often of the prehistoric +civilisation in which the mad explorer had so implicitly believed, and would +weave tale after tale about the silent jungle city mentioned in the latter's wilder +notes and paragraphs. For the nebulous utterances concerning a nameless, +unsuspected race of jungle hybrids he had a peculiar feeling of mingled terror +and attraction, speculating on the possible basis of such a fancy, and seeking to +obtain light among the more recent data gleaned by his great-grandfather and +Samuel Seaton amongst the Ongas. + +In 1911, after the death of his mother. Sir Arthur Jermyn determined to pursue +his investigations to the utmost extent. Selling a portion of his estate to obtain the +requisite money, he outfitted an expedition and sailed for the Congo. Arranging +with the Belgian authorities for a party of guides, he spent a year in the Onga +and Kahn country, finding data beyond the highest of his expectations. Among +the Kaliris was an aged chief called Mwanu, who possessed not only a highly +retentive memory, but a singular degree of intelligence and interest in old +legends. This ancient confirmed every tale which Jermyn had heard, adding his +own account of the stone city and the white apes as it had been told to him. + +According to Mwanu, the gray city and the hybrid creatures were no more, +having been annihilated by the warlike N'bangus many years ago. This tribe, +after destroying most of the edifices and killing the live beings, had carried off +the stuffed goddess which had been the object of their quest; the white ape- +goddess which the strange beings worshipped, and which was held by Congo +tradition to be the form of one who had reigned as a princess among these +beings. Just what the white apelike creatures could have been, Mwanu had no +idea, but he thought they were the builders of the ruined city. Jermyn could form +no conjecture, but by close questioning obtained a very picturesque legend of the +stuffed goddess. + +The ape-princess, it was said, became the consort of a great white god who had +come out of the West. For a long time they had reigned over the city together, but +when they had a son, all three went away. Later the god and princess had +returned, and upon the death of the princess her divine husband had +mummified the body and enshrined it in a vast house of stone, where it was +worshipped. Then he departed alone. The legend here seemed to present three +variants. According to one story, nothing further happened save that the stuffed +goddess became a symbol of supremacy for whatever tribe might possess it. It +was for this reason that the N'bangus carried it off. A second story told of a god's +return and death at the feet of his enshrined wife. A third told of the return of the +son, grown to manhood-or apehood or godhood, as the case might be-yet + + + + +unconscious of his identity. Surely the imaginative blacks had made the most of +whatever events might lie behind the extravagant legendry. + +Of the reality of the jungle city described by old Sir Wade, Arthur Jermyn had no +further doubt; and was hardly astonished when early in 1912 he came upon what +was left of it. Its size must have been exaggerated, yet the stones lying about +proved that it was no mere Negro village. Unfortunately no carvings could be +found, and the small size of the expedition prevented operations toward clearing +the one visible passageway that seemed to lead down into the system of vaults +which Sir Wade had mentioned. The white apes and the stuffed goddess were +discussed with all the native chiefs of the region, but it remained for a European +to improve on the data offered by old Mwanu. M. Verhaeren, Belgian agent at a +trading-post on the Congo, believed that he could not only locate but obtain the +stuffed goddess, of which he had vaguely heard; since the once mighty N'bangus +were now the submissive servants of King Albert's government, and with but +little persuasion could be induced to part with the gruesome deity they had +carried off. When Jermyn sailed for England, therefore, it was with the exultant +probability that he would within a few months receive a priceless ethnological +relic confirming the wildest of his great-great-great-grandfather's narratives-that +is, the wildest which he had ever heard. Countrymen near Jermyn House had +perhaps heard wilder tales handed down from ancestors who had listened to Sir +Wade around the tables of the Knight's Head. + +Arthur Jermyn waited very patiently for the expected box from M. Verhaeren, +meanwhile studying with increased diligence the manuscripts left by his mad +ancestor. He began to feel closely akin to Sir Wade, and to seek relics of the +latter's personal life in England as well as of his African exploits. Oral accounts +of the mysterious and secluded wife had been numerous, but no tangible relic of +her stay at Jermyn House remained. Jermyn wondered what circumstance had +prompted or permitted such an effacement, and decided that the husband's +insanity was the prime cause. His great-great-great-grandmother, he recalled, +was said to have been the daughter of a Portuguese trader in Africa. No doubt +her practical heritage and superficial knowledge of the Dark Continent had +caused her to flout Sir Wade's tales of the interior, a thing which such a man +would not be likely to forgive. She had died in Africa, perhaps dragged thither +by a husband determined to prove what he had told. But as Jermyn indulged in +these reflections he could not but smile at their futility, a century and a half after +the death of both his strange progenitors. + +In June, 1913, a letter arrived from M. Verhaeren, telling of the finding of the +stuffed goddess. It was, the Belgian averred, a most extraordinary object; an +object quite beyond the power of a layman to classify. Whether it was human or +simian only a scientist could determine, and the process of determination would + + + + +be greatly hampered by its imperfect condition. Time and the Congo chmate are +not kind to mummies; especially when their preparation is as amateurish as +seemed to be the case here. Around the creature's neck had been found a golden +chain bearing an empty locket on which were armorial designs; no doubt some +hapless traveller's keepsake, taken by the N'bangus and hung upon the goddess +as a charm. In commenting on the contour of the mummy's face, M. Verhaeren +suggested a whimsical comparison; or rather, expressed a humorous wonder just +how it would strike his corespondent, but was too much interested scientifically +to waste many words in levity. The stuffed goddess, he wrote, would arrive duly +packed about a month after receipt of the letter. + +The boxed object was delivered at Jermyn House on the afternoon of August 3, +1913, being conveyed immediately to the large chamber which housed the +collection of African specimens as arranged by Sir Robert and Arthur. What +ensued can best be gathered from the tales of servants and from things and +papers later examined. Of the various tales, that of aged Soames, the family +butler, is most ample and coherent. According to this trustworthy man. Sir +Arthur Jermyn dismissed everyone from the room before opening the box, +though the instant sound of hammer and chisel showed that he did not delay the +operation. Nothing was heard for some time; just how long Soames cannot +exactly estimate, but it was certainly less than a quarter of an hour later that the +horrible scream, undoubtedly in Jermyn's voice, was heard. Immediately +afterward Jermyn emerged from the room, rushing frantically toward the front of +the house as if pursued by some hideous enemy. The expression on his face, a +face ghastly enough in repose, was beyond description. When near the front door +he seemed to think of something, and turned back in his flight, finally +disappearing down the stairs to the cellar. The servants were utterly +dumbfounded, and watched at the head of the stairs, but their master did not +return. A smell of oil was all that came up from the regions below. After dark a +rattling was heard at the door leading from the cellar into the courtyard; and a +stable-boy saw Arthur Jermyn, glistening from head to foot with oil and redolent +of that fluid, steal furtively out and vanish on the black moor surrounding the +house. Then, in an exaltation of supreme horror, everyone saw the end. A spark +appeared on the moor, a flame arose, and a pillar of human fire reached to the +heavens. The house of Jermyn no longer existed. + +The reason why Arthur Jermyn's charred fragments were not collected and +buried lies in what was found afterward, principally the thing in the box. The +stuffed goddess was a nauseous sight, withered and eaten away, but it was +clearly a mummified white ape of some unknown species, less hairy than any +recorded variety, and infinitely nearer mankind-quite shockingly so. Detailed +description would be rather unpleasant, but two salient particulars must be told, +for they fit in revoltingly with certain notes of Sir Wade Jermyn's African + + + + +expeditions and with the Congolese legends of the white god and the ape- +princess. The two particulars in question are these: the arms on the golden locket +about the creature's neck were the Jermyn arms, and the jocose suggestion of M. +Verhaeren about certain resemblance as connected with the shrivelled face +applied with vivid, ghastly, and unnatural horror to none other than the +sensitive Arthur Jermyn, great-great-great-grandson of Sir Wade Jermyn and an +unknown wife. Members of the Royal Anthropological Institute burned the thing +and threw the locket into a well, and some of them do not admit that Arthur +Jermyn ever existed. + + + + +From Beyond + + + +Written 1920 + +Published June 1934 in The Fantasy Fan, 1, No. 10, 147-51, 160. + +Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best +friend, Crawford Tillinghast. I had not seen him since that day, two months and +a half before, when he told me toward what goal his physical and metaphysical +researches were leading; when he had answered my awed and almost frightened +remonstrances by driving me from his laboratory and his house in a burst of +fanatical rage. I had known that he now remained mostly shut in the attic +laboratory with that accursed electrical machine, eating little and excluding even +the servants, but I had not thought that a brief period of ten weeks could so alter +and disfigure any human creature. It is not pleasant to see a stout man suddenly +grown thin, and it is even worse when the baggy skin becomes yellowed or +grayed, the eyes sunken, circled, and uncannily glowing, the forehead veined +and corrugated, and the hands tremulous and twitching. And if added to this +there be a repellent unkemptness, a wild disorder of dress, a bushiness of dark +hair white at the roots, and an unchecked growth of white beard on a face once +clean-shaven, the cumulative effect is quite shocking. But such was the aspect of +Crawford TilUinghast on the night his half coherent message brought me to his +door after my weeks of exile; such was the specter that trembled as it admitted +me, candle in hand, and glanced furtively over its shoulder as if fearful of unseen +things in the ancient, lonely house set back from Benevolent Street. + +That Crawford Tilinghast should ever have studied science and philosophy was +a mistake. These things should be left to the frigid and impersonal investigator +for they offer two equally tragic alternatives to the man of feeling and action; +despair, if he fail in his quest, and terrors unutterable and unimaginable if he +succeed. Tillinghast had once been the prey of failure, solitary and melancholy; +but now I knew, with nauseating fears of my own, that he was the prey of +success. I had indeed warned him ten weeks before, when he burst forth with his +tale of what he felt himself about to discover. He had been flushed and excited +then, talking in a high and unnatural, though always pedantic, voice. + +"What do we know," he had said, "of the world and the universe about us? Our +means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of +surrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are constructed +to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature. With five feeble senses +we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos, yet other beings +with wider, stronger, or different range of senses might not only see very + + + + +differently the things we see, but might see and study whole worlds of matter, +energy, and life which lie close at hand yet can never be detected with the senses +we have. I have always believed that such strange, inaccessible worlds exist at +our very elbows, and now I believe I have found a way to break dawn the +barriers. I am not joking. Within twenty-four hours that machine near the table +will generate waves acting on unrecognized sense organs that exist in us as +atrophied or rudimentary vestiges. Those waves will open up to us many vistas +unknown to man and several unknown to anything we consider organic life. We +shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up +their ears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no +breathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and dimensions, +and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation." + +When Tillinghast said these things I remonstrated, for I knew him well enough to +be frightened rather than amused; but he was a fanatic, and drove me from the +house. Now he was no less a fanatic, but his desire to speak had conquered his +resentment, and he had written me imperatively in a hand I could scarcely +recognize. As I entered the abode of the friend so suddenly metamorphosed to a +shivering gargoyle, I became infected with the terror which seemed stalking in +all the shadows. The words and beliefs expressed ten weeks before seemed +bodied forth in the darkness beyond the small circle of candle light, and I +sickened at the hollow, altered voice of my host. I wished the servants were +about, and did not like it when he said they had all left three days previously. It +seemed strange that old Gregory, at least, should desert his master without +telling as tried a friend as I. It was he who had given me all the information I had +of Tillinghast after I was repulsed in rage. + +Yet I soon subordinated all my fears to my growing curiosity and fascination. +Just what Crawford Tillinghast now wished of me I could only guess, but that he +had some stupendous secret or discovery to impart, I could not doubt. Before I +had protested at his unnatural pryings into the unthinkable; now that he had +evidently succeeded to some degree I almost shared his spirit, terrible though the +cost of victory appeared. Up through the dark emptiness of the house I followed +the bobbing candle in the hand of this shaking parody on man. The electricity +seemed to be turned off, and when I asked my guide he said it was for a definite +reason. + +"It would he too much... I would not dare," he continued to mutter. I especially +noted his new habit of muttering, for it was not like him to talk to himself. We +entered the laboratory in the attic, and I observed that detestable electrical +machine, glowing with a sickly, sinister violet luminosity. It was connected with +a powerful chemical battery, but seemed to be receiving no current; for I recalled +that in its experimental stage it had sputtered and purred when in action. In + + + + +reply to my question Tillinghast mumbled that this permanent glow was not +electrical in any sense that I could understand. + +He now seated me near the machine, so that it was on my right, and turned a +switch somewhere below the crowning cluster of glass bulbs. The usual +sputtering began, turned to a whine, and terminated in a drone so soft as to +suggest a return to silence. Meanwhile the luminosity increased, waned again, +then assumed a pale, outre colour or blend of colours which I could neither place +nor describe. Tillinghast had been watching me, and noted my puzzled +expression. + +"Do you know what that is?" he whispered, "That is ultra-violet." He chuckled +oddly at my surprise. "You thought ultra-violet was invisible, and so it is - but +you can see that and many other invisible things now. + +"Listen to me! The waves from that thing are waking a thousand sleeping senses +in us; senses which we inherit from aeons of evolution from the state of detached +electrons to the state of organic humanity. I have seen the truth, and I intend to +show it to you. Do you wonder how it will seem? I will tell you." Here +Trninghast seated himself directly opposite me, blowing out his candle and +staring hideously into my eyes. "Your existing sense-organs - ears first, I think - +will pick up many of the impressions, for they are closely connected with the +dormant organs. Then there will be others. You have heard of the pineal gland? I +laugh at the shallow endocrinologist, fellow-dupe and fellow-parvenu of the +Freudian. That gland is the great sense organ of organs - I have found out. It is +like sight in the end, and transmits visual pictures to the brain. If you are normal, +that is the way you ought to get most of it. . . I mean get most of the evidence +from beyond." + +I looked about the immense attic room with the sloping south wall, dimly lit by +rays which the every day eye cannot see. The far corners were all shadows and +the whole place took on a hazy unreality which obscured its nature and invited +the imagination to symbolism and phantasm. During the interval that Tillinghast +was long silent I fancied myself in some vast incredible temple of long-dead +gods; some vague edifice of innumerable black stone columns reaching up from +a floor of damp slabs to a cloudy height beyond the range of my vision. The +picture was very vivid for a while, but gradually gave way to a more horrible +conception; that of utter, absolute solitude in infinite, sightless, soundless space. +There seemed to a void, and nothing more, and I felt a childish fear which +prompted me to draw from my hip pocket the revolver I carried after dark since +the night I was held up in East Providence. Then from the farthermost regions of +remoteness, the sound softly glided into existence. It was infinitely faint, subtly +vibrant, and unmistakably musical, but held a quality of surpassing wildness + + + + +which made its impact feel Hke a dehcate torture of my whole body. I felt +sensations like those one feels when accidentally scratching ground glass. +Simultaneously there developed something like a cold draught, which +apparently swept past me from the direction of the distant sound. As I waited +breathlessly I perceived that both sound and wind were increasing; the effect +being to give me an odd notion of myself as tied to a pair of rails in the path of a +gigantic approaching locomotive. I began to speak to Tillinghast, and as I did so +all the unusual impressions abruptly vanished. I saw only the man, the glowing +machines, and the dim apartment. Tillinghast was grinning repulsively at the +revolver which I had almost unconsciously drawn, but from his expression I was +sure he had seen and heard as much as I, if not a great deal more. I whispered +what I had experienced and he bade me to remain as quiet and receptive as +possible. + +"Don't move," he cautioned, "for in these rays we are able to be seen as well as to +see. I told you the servants left, but I didn't tell you how. It was that thick-witted +house-keeper - she turned on the lights downstairs after I had warned her not to, +and the wires picked up sympathetic vibrations. It must have been frightful - I +could hear the screams up here in spite of all I was seeing and hearing from +another direction, and later it was rather awful to find those empty heaps of +clothes around the house. Mrs. Updike's clothes were close to the front hall +switch - that's how I know she did it. It got them all. But so long as we don't +move we're fairly safe. Remember we're dealing with a hideous world in which +we are practically helpless... Keep still!" + +The combined shock of the revelation and of the abrupt command gave me a +kind of paralysis, and in my terror my mind again opened to the impressions +coming from what Tillinghast called "beyond." I was now in a vortex of sound +and motion, with confused pictures before my eyes. I saw the blurred outlines of +the room, but from some point in space there seemed to be pouring a seething +column of unrecognizable shapes or clouds, penetrating the solid roof at a point +ahead and to the right of me. Then I glimpsed the temple - like effect again, but +this time the pillars reached up into an aerial ocean of light, which sent down one +blinding beam along the path of the cloudy column I had seen before. After that +the scene was almost wholly kaleidoscopic, and in the jumble of sights, sounds, +and unidentified sense-impressions I felt that I was about to dissolve or in some +way lose the solid form. One definite flash I shall always remember. I seemed for +an instant to behold a patch of strange night sky filled with shining, revolving +spheres, and as it receded I saw that the glowing suns formed a constellation or +galaxy of settled shape; this shape being the distorted face of Crawford +Tillinghast. At another time I felt the huge animate things brushing past me and +occasionally walking or drifting through my supposedly solid body, and thought +I saw Tillinghast look at them as though his better trained senses could catch + + + + +them visually. I recalled what he had said of the pineal gland, and wondered +what he saw with this preternatural eye. + +Suddenly I myself became possessed of a kind of augmented sight. Over and +above the luminous and shadowy chaos arose a picture which, though vague, +held the elements of consistency and permanence. It was indeed somewhat +familiar, for the unusual part was superimposed upon the usual terrestrial scene +much as a cinema view may be thrown upon the painted curtain of a theater. I +saw the attic laboratory, the electrical machine, and the unsightly form of +Tillinghast opposite me; but of all the space unoccupied by familiar objects not +one particle was vacant. Indescribable shapes both alive and otherwise were +mixed in disgusting disarray, and close to every known thing were whole worlds +of alien, unknown entities. It likewise seemed that all the known things entered +into the composition of other unknown things and vice versa. Foremost among +the living objects were inky, jellyfish monstrosities which flabbily quivered in +harmony with the vibrations from the machine. They were present in loathsome +profusion, and I saw to my horror that they overlapped; that they were semi- +fluid and capable of passing through one another and through what we know as +solids. These things were never still, but seemed ever floating about with some +malignant purpose. Sometimes they appeared to devour one another, the +attacker launching itself at its victim and instantaneously obliterating the latter +from sight. Shudderingly I felt that I knew what had obliterated the unfortunate +servants, and could not exclude the thing from my mind as I strove to observe +other properties of the newly visible world that lies unseen around us. But +Tillinghast had been watching me and was speaking. + +"You see them? You see them? You see the things that float and flop about you +and through you every moment of your life? You see the creatures that form +what men call the pure air and the blue sky? Have I not succeeded in breaking +down the barrier; have I not shown you worlds that no other living men have +seen?" I heard his scream through the horrible chaos, and looked at the wild face +thrust so offensively close to mine. His eyes were pits of flame, and they glared +at me with what I now saw was overwhelming hatred. The machine droned +detestably. + +"You think those floundering things wiped out the servants? Fool, they are +harmless! But the servants are gone, aren't they? You tried to stop me; you +discouraged me when I needed every drop of encouragement I could get; you +were afraid of the cosmic truth, you damned coward, but now I've got you! What +swept up the servants? What made them scream so loud?... Don't know, eh! +You'll know soon enough. Look at me - listen to what I say - do you suppose +there are really any such things as time and magnitude? Do you fancy there are +such things as form or matter? I tell you, I have struck depths that your little + + + + +brain can't picture. I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down +daemons from the stars... I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world +to world to sow death and madness... Space belongs to me, do you hear? Things +are hunting me now - the things that devour and dissolve - but I know how to +elude them. It is you they will get, as they got the servants... Stirring, dear sir? I +told you it was dangerous to move, I have saved you so far by telling you to keep +still - saved you to see more sights and to listen to me. If you had moved, they +would have been at you long ago. Don't worry, they won't hurt you. They didn't +hurt the servants - it was the seeing that made the poor devils scream so. My pets +are not pretty, for they come out of places where aesthetic standards are - very +different. Disintegration is quite painless, I assure you — but I want you to see +them. I almost saw them, but I knew how to stop. You are curious? I always +knew you were no scientist. Trembling, eh. Trembling with anxiety to see the +ultimate things I have discovered. Why don't you move, then? Tired? Well, don't +worry, my friend, for they are coming... Look, look, curse you, look... it's just +over your left shoulder. . ." + +What remains to be told is very brief, and may be familiar to you from the +newspaper accounts. The police heard a shot in the old Tillinghast house and +found us there - Tillinghast dead and me unconscious. They arrested me because +the revolver was in my hand, but released me in three hours, after they found it +was apoplexy which had finished Tillinghast and saw that my shot had been +directed at the noxious machine which now lay hopelessly shattered on the +laboratory floor. I did not tell very much of what I had seen, for I feared the +coroner would be skeptical; but from the evasive outline I did give, the doctor +told me that I had undoubtedly been hypnotized by the vindictive and homicidal +madman. + +I wish I could believe that doctor. It would help my shaky nerves if I could +dismiss what I now have to think of the air and the sky about and above me. I +never feel alone or comfortable, and a hideous sense of pursuit sometimes comes +chillingly on me when I am weary. What prevents me from believing the doctor +is one simple fact - that the police never found the bodies of those servants whom +they say Crawford Tillinghast murdered. + + + + +He + +Written 11 Aug 1925 + +Published September 1926 in Weird Tales, Vol. 8, No. 3, P. 373-80. + +I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul +and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had +looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient +streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to +courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean +modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, +I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to +master, paralyze, and annihilate me. + +The disillusion had been gradual. Coming for the first time upon the town, I had +seen it in the sunset from a bridge, majestic above its waters, its incredible peaks +and pyramids rising flowerlike and delicate from pools of violet mist to play +with the flaming clouds and the first stars of evening. Then it had lighted up +window by window above the shimmering tides where lanterns nodded and +glided and deep horns bayed weird harmonies, and had itself become a starry +firmament of dream, redolent of faery music, and one with the marvels of +Carcassonne and Samarcand and El Dorado and all glorious and half- fabulous +cities. Shortly afterward I was taken through those antique ways so dear to my +fancy-narrow, curving alleys and passages where rows of red Georgian brick +blinked with small-paned dormers above pillared doorways that had looked on +gilded sedans and paneled coaches - and in the first flush of realization of these +long-wished things I thought I had indeed achieved such treasures as would +make me in time a poet. + +But success and happiness were not to be. Garish daylight showed only squalor +and alienage and the noxious elephantiasis of climbing, spreading stone where +the moon had hinted of loveliness and elder magic; and the throngs of people +that seethed through the flume-like streets were squat, swarthy strangers with +hardened faces and narrow eyes, shrewd strangers without dreams and without +kinship to the scenes about them, who could never mean aught to a blue-eyed +man of the old folk, with the love of fair green lanes and white New England +village steeples in his heart. + +So instead of the poems I had hoped for, there came only a shuddering blackness +and ineffable loneliness; and I saw at last a fearful truth which no one had ever +dared to breathe before - the unwhisperable secret of secrets - the fact that this + + + + +city of stone and stridor is not a sentient perpetuation of Old New York as +London is of Old London and Paris of Old Paris, but that it is in fact quite dead, +its sprawling body imperfectly embalmed and infested with queer animate +things which have nothing to do with it as it was in life. Upon making this +discovery I ceased to sleep comfortably; though something of resigned +tranquillity came back as I gradually formed the habit of keeping off the streets +by day and venturing abroad only at night, when darkness calls forth what little +of the past still hovers wraith-like about, and old white doorways remember the +stalwart forms that once passed through them. With this mode of relief I even +wrote a few poems, and still refrained from going home to my people lest I seem +to crawl back ignobly in defeat. + +Then, on a sleepless night's walk, I met the man. It was in a grotesque hidden +courtyard of the Greenwich section, for there in my ignorance I had settled, +having heard of the place as the natural home of poets and artists. The archaic +lanes and houses and unexpected bits of square and court had indeed delighted +me, and when I found the poets and artists to be loud-voiced pretenders whose +quaintness is tinsel and whose lives are a denial of all that pure beauty which is +poetry and art, I stayed on for love of these venerable things. I fancied them as +they were in their prime, when Greenwich was a placid village not yet engulfed +by the town; and in the hours before dawn, when all the revellers had slunk +away, I used to wander alone among their cryptical windings and brood upon +the curious arcana which generations must have deposited there. This kept my +soul alive, and gave me a few of those dreams and visions for which the poet far +within me cried out. + +The man came upon me at about two one cloudy August morning, as I was +threading a series of detached courtyards; now accessible only through the +unlighted hallways of intervening buildings, but once forming parts of a +continuous network of picturesque alleys. I had heard of them by vague rumor, +and realized that they could not be upon any map of today; but the fact that they +were forgotten only endeared them to me, so that I had sought them with twice +my usual eagerness. Now that I had found them, my eagerness was again +redoubled; for something in their arrangement dimly hinted that they might be +only a few of many such, with dark, dumb counterparts wedged obscurely +betwixt high blank walls and deserted rear tenements, or lurking lamplessly +behind archways unbetrayed by hordes of the foreign-speaking or guarded by +furtive and uncommunicative artists whose practises do not invite publicity or +the light of day. + +He spoke to me without invitation, noting my mood and glances as I studied +certain knockered doorways above iron-railed steps, the pallid glow of traceried +transoms feebly lighting my face. His own face was in shadow, and he wore a + + + + +wide-brimmed hat which somehow blended perfectly with the out-of-date cloak +he affected; but I was subtly disquieted even before he addressed me. His form +was very slight; thin almost to cadaverousness; and his voice proved +phenomenally soft and hollow, though not particularly deep. He had, he said, +noticed me several times at my wanderings; and inferred that I resembled him in +loving the vestiges of former years. Would I not like the guidance of one long +practised in these explorations, and possessed of local information profoundly +deeper than any which an obvious newcomer could possibly have gained? + +As he spoke, I caught a glimpse of his face in the yellow beam from a solitary +attic window. It was a noble, even a handsome elderly countenance; and bore the +marks of a lineage and refinement unusual for the age and place. Yet some +quality about it disturbed me almost as much as its features pleased me - perhaps +it was too white, or too expressionless, or too much out of keeping with the +locality, to make me feel easy or comfortable. Nevertheless I followed him; for in +those dreary days my quest for antique beauty and mystery was all that I had to +keep my soul alive, and I reckoned it a rare favor of Fate to fall in with one +whose kindred seekings seemed to have penetrated so much farther than mine. + +Something in the night constrained the cloaked man to silence and for a long +hour he led me forward without needless words; making only the briefest of +comments concerning ancient names and dates and changes, and directing my +progress very largely by gestures as we squeezed through interstices, tiptoed +through corridors clambered over brick walls, and once crawled on hands and +knees through a low, arched passage of stone whose immense length and +tortuous twistings effaced at last every hint of geographical location I had +managed to preserve. The things we saw were very old and marvelous, or at +least they seemed so in the few straggling rays of light by which I viewed them, +and I shall never forget the tottering Ionic columns and fluted pilasters and urn- +headed iron fenceposts and flaring-linteled windows and decorative fanlights +that appeared to grow quainter and stranger the deeper we advanced into this +inexhaustible maze of unknown antiquity. + +We met no person, and as time passed the lighted windows became fewer and +fewer. The streetlights we first encountered had been of oil, and of the ancient +lozenge pattern. Later I noticed some with candles; and at last, after traversing a +horrible unlighted court where my guide had to lead with his gloved hand +through total blackness to a narrow wooded gate in a high wall, we came upon a +fragment of alley lit only by lanterns in front of every seventh house - +unbelievably Colonial tin lanterns with conical tops and holes punched in the +sides. This alley led steeply uphill - more steeply than I thought possible in this +part of New York - and the upper end was blocked squarely by the ivy-clad wall +of a private estate, beyond which I could see a pale cupola, and the tops of trees + + + + +waving against a vague lightness in the sky. In this wall was a small, low-arched +gate of nail-studded black oak, which the man proceeded to unlock with a +ponderous key. Leading me within, he steered a course in utter blackness over +what seemed to be a gravel path, and finally up a flight of stone steps to the door +of the house, which he unlocked and opened for me. + +We entered, and as we did so I grew faint from a reek of infinite mustiness which +welled out to meet us, and which must have been the fruit of unwholesome +centuries of decay. My host appeared not to notice this, and in courtesy I kept +silent as he piloted me up a curving stairway, across a hall, and into a room +whose door I heard him lock behind us. Then I saw him pull the curtains of the +three small-paned windows that barely showed themselves against the +lightening sky; after which he crossed to the mantel, struck flint and steel, lighted +two candles of a candelabrum of twelve sconces, and made a gesture enjoining +soft-toned speech. + +In this feeble radiance I saw that we were in a spacious, well-furnished and +paneled library dating from the first quarter of the Eighteenth Century, with +splendid doorway pediments, a delightful Doric cornice, and a magnificently +carved overmantel with scroU-and-urn top. Above the crowded bookshelves at +intervals along the walls were well-wrought family portraits; all tarnished to an +enigmatical dimness, and bearing an unmistakable likeness to the man who now +motioned me to a chair beside the graceful Chippendale table. Before seating +himself across the table from me, my host paused for a moment as if in +embarrassment; then, tardily removing his gloves, wide-brimmed hat, and cloak, +stood theatrically revealed in full mid-Georgian costume from queued hair and +neck ruffles to knee-breeches, silk hose, and the buckled shoes I had not +previously noticed. Now slowly sinking into a lyre-back chair, he commenced to +eye me intently. + +Without his hat he took on an aspect of extreme age which was scarcely visible +before, and I wondered if this unperceived mark of singular longevity were not +one of the sources of my disquiet. When he spoke at length, his soft, hollow, and +carefully muffled voice not infrequently quavered; and now and then I had great +difficulty in following him as I listened with a thrill of amazement and half- +disavowed alarm which grew each instant. + +"You behold. Sir," my host began, "a man of very eccentrical habits for whose +costume no apology need be offered to one with your wit and inclinations. +Reflecting upon better times, I have not scrupled to ascertain their ways, and +adopt their dress and manners; an indulgence which offends none if practised +without ostentation. It hath been my good fortune to retain the rural seat of my +ancestors, swallowed though it was by two towns, first Greenwich, which built + + + + +up hither after 1800, then New York, which joined on near 1830. There were +many reasons for the close keeping of this place in my family, and I have not +been remiss in discharging such obligations. The squire who succeeded to it in +1768 studied sartain arts and made sartain discoveries, all connected with +influences residing in this particular plot of ground, and eminently desarving of +the strongest guarding. Some curious effects of these arts and discoveries I now +purpose to show you, under the strictest secrecy; and I believe I may rely on my +judgement of men enough to have no distrust of either your interest or your +fidelity." + +He paused, but I could only nod my head. I have said that I was alarmed, yet to +my soul nothing was more deadly than the material daylight world of New York, +and whether this man were a harmless eccentric or a wielder of dangerous arts, I +had no choice save to follow him and slake my sense of wonder on whatever he +might have to offer. So I listened. + +"To - my ancestor," he softly continued, "there appeared to reside some very +remarkable qualities in the will of mankind; qualities having a little-suspected +dominance not only over the acts of one's self and of others, but over every +variety of force and substance in Nature, and over many elements and +dimensions deemed more universal than Nature herself. May I say that he +flouted the sanctity of things as great as space and time and that he put to +strange uses the rites of sartain half-breed red Indians once encamped upon this +hill? These Indians showed choler when the place was built, and were plaguey +pestilent in asking to visit the grounds at the full of the moon. For years they +stole over the wall each month when they could, and by stealth performed +sartain acts. Then, in '68, the new squire catched them at their doings, and stood +still at what he saw. Thereafter he bargained with them and exchanged the free +access of his grounds for the exact inwardness of what they did, larning that their +grandfathers got part of their custom from red ancestors and part from an old +Dutchman in the time of the States-General. Arid pox on him, I'm afeared the +squire must have sarved them monstrous bad rum - whether or not by intent - +for a week after he larnt the secret he was the only man living that knew it. You, +Sir, are the first outsider to be told there is a secret, and split me if I'd have risked +tampering that much with - the powers - had ye not been so hot after bygone +things." + +I shuddered as the man grew colloquial - and with the familiar speech of another +day. He went on. + +"But you must know. Sir, that what - the squire - got from those mongrel savages +was but a small part of the larning he came to have. He had not been at Oxford +for nothing, nor talked to no account with an ancient chymist and astrologer in + + + + +Paris. He was, in fine, made sensible that all the world is but the smoke of our +intellects; past the bidding of the vulgar, but by the wise to be puffed out and +drawn in like any cloud of prime Virginia tobacco. What we want, we may make +about us; and what we don't want, we may sweep away. I won't say that all this +is wholly true in body, but 'tis sufficient true to furnish a very pretty spectacle +now and then. You, I conceive, would be tickled hy a better sight of sartain other +years than your fancy affords you; so be pleased to hold back any fright at what I +design to show. Come to the window and be quiet." + +My host now took my hand to draw me to one of the two windows on the long +side of the malodorous room, and at the first touch of his ungloved fingers I +turned cold. His flesh, though dry and firm, was of the quality of ice; and I +almost shrank away from his pulling. But again I thought of the emptiness and +horror of reality, and boldly prepared to follow whithersoever I might be led. +Once at the window, the man drew apart the yellow silk curtains and directed +my stare into the blackness outside. For a moment I saw nothing save a myriad +of tiny dancing lights, far, far before me. Then, as if in response to an insidious +motion of my host's hand, a flash of heat-lightning played over the scene, and I +looked out upon a sea of luxuriant foliage - foliage unpolluted, and not the sea of +roofs to be expected by any normal mind. On my right the Hudson glittered +wickedly, and in the distance ahead I saw the unhealthy shimmer of a vast salt +marsh constellated with nervous fireflies. The flash died, and an evil smile +illumined the waxy face of the aged necromancer. + +"That was before my time - before the new squire's time. Pray let us try again." + +I was faint, even fainter than the hateful modernity of that accursed city had +made me. + +"Good God!" I whispered, "can you do that for any time?" And as he nodded, +and bared the black stumps of what had once been yellow fangs, I clutched at the +curtains to prevent myself from falling. But he steadied me with that terrible, ice- +cold claw, and once more made his insidious gesture. + +Again the lightning flashed - but this time upon a scene not wholly strange. It +was Greenwich, the Greenwich that used to be, with here and there a roof or row +of houses as we see it now, yet with lovely green lanes and fields and bits of +grassy common. The marsh still glittered beyond, but in the farther distance I +saw the steeples of what was then all of New York; Trinity and St. Paul's and the +Brick Church dominating their sisters, and a faint haze of wood smoke hovering +over the whole. I breathed hard, hut not so much from the sight itself as from the +possibilities my imagination terrifiedly conjured up. + + + + +"Can you - dare you - go far?" I spoke with awe and I think he shared it for a +second, but the evil grin returned. + +"Far? What I have seen would blast ye to a mad statue of stone! Back, back - +forward, forward - look ye puling lackwit!" + +And as he snarled the phrase under his breath he gestured anew bringing to the +sky a flash more blinding than either which had come before. For full three +seconds I could glimpse that pandemoniac sight, and in those seconds I saw a +vista which will ever afterward torment me in dreams. I saw the heavens +verminous with strange flying things, and beneath them a hellish black city of +giant stone terraces with impious pyramids flung savagely to the moon, and +devil-lights burning from unnumbered windows. And swarming loathsomely on +aerial galleries I saw the yellow, squint-eyed people of that city, robed horribly in +orange and red, and dancing insanely to the pounding of fevered kettle-drums, +the clatter of obscene crotala, and the maniacal moaning of muted horns whose +ceaseless dirges rose and fell undulantly like the wave of an unhallowed ocean of +bitumen. + +I saw this vista, I say, and heard as with the mind's ear the blasphemous +domdaniel of cacophony which companioned it. It was the shrieking fulfilment +of all the horror which that corpse-city had ever stirred in my soul, and +forgetting every injunction to silence I screamed and screamed and screamed as +my nerves gave way and the walls quivered about me. + +Then, as the flash subsided, I saw that my host was trembling too; a look of +shocking fear half-blotting from his face the serpent distortion of rage which my +screams had excited. He tottered, clutched at the curtains as I had done before, +and wriggled his head wildly, like a hunted animal. God knows he had cause, for +as the echoes of my screaming died away there came another sound so hellishly +suggestive that only numbed emotion kept me sane and conscious. It was the +steady, stealthy creaking of the stairs beyond the locked door, as with the ascent +of a barefoot or skin-shod horde; and at last the cautious, purposeful rattling of +the brass latch that glowed in the feeble candlelight. The old man clawed and +spat at me through the moldy air, and barked things in his throat as he swayed +with the yellow curtain he clutched. + +"The full moon - damn ye - ye... ye yelping dog - ye called 'em, and they've +come for me! Moccasined feet - dead men - Gad sink ye, ye red devils, but I +poisoned no rum o' yours - han't I kept your pox-rotted magic safe - ye swilled +yourselves sick, curse ye, and yet must needs blame the squire - let go, you! +Unhand that latch - I've naught for ye here - " + + + + +At this point three slow and very dehberate raps shook the panels of the door, +and a white foam gathered at the mouth of the frantic magician. His fright, +turning to steely despair, left room for a resurgence of his rage against me; and +he staggered a step toward the table on whose edge I was steadying myself. The +curtains, still clutched in his right hand as his left clawed out at me, grew taut +and finally crashed down from their lofty fastenings; admitting to the room a +flood of that full moonlight which the brightening of the sky had presaged. In +those greenish beams the candles paled, and a new semblance of decay spread +over the musk-reeking room with its wormy paneling, sagging floor, battered +mantel, rickety furniture, and ragged draperies. It spread over the old man, too, +whether from the same source or because of his fear and vehemence, and I saw +him shrivel and blacken as he lurched near and strove to rend me with vulturine +talons. Only his eyes stayed whole, and they glared with a propulsive, dilated +incandescence which grew as the face around them charred and dwindled. + +The rapping was now repeated with greater insistence, and this time bore a hint +of metal. The black thing facing me had become only a head with eyes, +impotently trying to wriggle across the sinking floor in my direction, and +occasionally emitting feeble little spits of immortal malice. Now swift and +splintering blows assailed the sickly panels, and I saw the gleam of a tomahawk +as it cleft the rending wood. I did not move, for I could not; but watched dazedly +as the door fell in pieces to admit a colossal, shapeless influx of inky substance +starred with shining, malevolent eyes. It poured thickly, like a flood of oil +bursting a rotten bulkhead, overturned a chair as it spread, and finally flowed +under the table and across the room to where the blackened head with the eyes +still glared at me. Around that head it closed, totally swallowing it up, and in +another moment it had begun to recede; bearing away its invisible burden +without touching me, and flowing again out that black doorway and down the +unseen stairs, which creaked as before, though in reverse order. + +Then the floor gave way at last, and I slid gaspingly down into the nighted +chamber below, choking with cobwebs and half-swooning with terror. The green +moon, shining through broken windows, showed me the hall door half open; +and as I rose from the plaster-strewn floor and twisted myself free from the +sagged ceiling, I saw sweep past it an awful torrent of blackness, with scores of +baleful eyes glowing in it. It was seeking the door to the cellar, and when it +found it, vanished therein. I now felt the floor of this lower room giving as that of +the upper chamber had done, and once a crashing above had been followed by +the fall past the west window of some thing which must have been the cupola. +Now liberated for the instant from the wreckage, I rushed through the hall to the +front door and finding myself unable to open it, seized a chair and broke a +window, climbing frenziedly out upon the unkempt lawn where moon light +danced over yard-high grass and weeds. The wall was high and all the gates + + + + +were locked but moving a pile of boxes in a corner I managed to gain the top and +cling to the great stone urn set there. + +About me in my exhaustion I could see only strange walls and windows and old +gambrel roofs. The steep street of my approach was nowhere visible, and the +little I did see succumbed rapidly to a mist that rolled in from the river despite +the glaring moonlight. Suddenly the urn to which I clung began to tremble, as if +sharing my own lethal dizziness; and in another instant my body was plunging +downward to I knew not what fate. + +The man who found me said that I must have crawled a long way despite my +broken bones, for a trail of blood stretched off as far as he dared look. The +gathering rain soon effaced this link with the scene of my ordeal, and reports +could state no more than that I had appeared from a place unknown, at the +entrance to a little black court off Perry Street. + +I never sought to return to those tenebrous labyrinths, nor would I direct any +sane man thither if I could. Of who or what that ancient creature was, I have no +idea; but I repeat that the city is dead and full of unsuspected horrors. Whither +he has gone, I do not know; but I have gone home to the pure New England +lanes up which fragrant sea-winds sweep at evening. + + + + +Herbert West: Reanitnator + +Written Sep 1921-mid 1922 + +Published in six parts, February-July 1922 in Home Brew, Vol. 1, Nos. 1-6. + +I. From The Dark + +Published Februrary 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 1, p. 19-25. + +Of Herbert West, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only +with extreme terror. This terror is not due altogether to the sinister manner of his +recent disappearance, but was engendered by the whole nature of his life-work, +and first gained its acute form more than seventeen years ago, when we were in +the third year of our course at the Miskatonic University Medical School in +Arkham. While he was with me, the wonder and diabolism of his experiments +fascinated me utterly, and I was his closest companion. Now that he is gone and +the spell is broken, the actual fear is greater. Memories and possibilities are ever +more hideous than realities. + +The first horrible incident of our acquaintance was the greatest shock I ever +experienced, and it is only with reluctance that I repeat it. As I have said, it +happened when we were in the medical school where West had already made +himself notorious through his wild theories on the nature of death and the +possibility of overcoming it artificially. His views, which were widely ridiculed +by the faculty and by his fellow-students, hinged on the essentially mechanistic +nature of life; and concerned means for operating the organic machinery of +mankind by calculated chemical action after the failure of natural processes. In +his experiments with various animating solutions, he had killed and treated +immense numbers of rabbits, guinea-pigs, cats, dogs, and monkeys, till he had +become the prime nuisance of the college. Several times he had actually obtained +signs of life in animals supposedly dead; in many cases violent signs but he soon +saw that the perfection of his process, if indeed possible, would necessarily +involve a lifetime of research. It likewise became clear that, since the same +solution never worked alike on different organic species, he would require +human subjects for further and more specialised progress. It was here that he +first came into conflict with the college authorities, and was debarred from future +experiments by no less a dignitary than the dean of the medical school himself — +the learned and benevolent Dr. Allan Halsey, whose work in behalf of the +stricken is recalled by every old resident of Arkham. + + + + +I had always been exceptionally tolerant of West's pursuits, and we frequently +discussed his theories, whose ramifications and corollaries were almost infinite. +Holding with Haeckel that all life is a chemical and physical process, and that the +so-called "soul" is a myth, my friend believed that artificial reanimation of the +dead can depend only on the condition of the tissues; and that unless actual +decomposition has set in, a corpse fully equipped with organs may with suitable +measures be set going again in the peculiar fashion known as life. That the +psychic or intellectual life might be impaired by the slight deterioration of +sensitive brain-cells which even a short period of death would be apt to cause. +West fully realised. It had at first been his hope to find a reagent which would +restore vitality before the actual advent of death, and only repeated failures on +animals had shewn him that the natural and artificial life-motions were +incompatible. He then sought extreme freshness in his specimens, injecting his +solutions into the blood immediately after the extinction of life. It was this +circumstance which made the professors so carelessly sceptical, for they felt that +true death had not occurred in any case. They did not stop to view the matter +closely and reasoningly. + +It was not long after the faculty had interdicted his work that West confided to +me his resolution to get fresh human bodies in some manner, and continue in +secret the experiments he could no longer perform openly. To hear him +discussing ways and means was rather ghastly, for at the college we had never +procured anatomical specimens ourselves. Whenever the morgue proved +inadequate, two local negroes attended to this matter, and they were seldom +questioned. West was then a small, slender, spectacled youth with delicate +features, yellow hair, pale blue eyes, and a soft voice, and it was uncanny to hear +him dwelling on the relative merits of Christchurch Cemetery and the potter's +field. We finally decided on the potter's field, because practically every body in +Christchurch was embalmed; a thing of course ruinous to West's researches. + +I was by this time his active and enthralled assistant, and helped him make all +his decisions, not only concerning the source of bodies but concerning a suitable +place for our loathsome work. It was I who thought of the deserted Chapman +farmhouse beyond Meadow Hill, where we fitted up on the ground floor an +operating room and a laboratory, each with dark curtains to conceal our +midnight doings. The place was far from any road, and in sight of no other +house, yet precautions were none the less necessary; since rumours of strange +lights, started by chance nocturnal roamers, would soon bring disaster on our +enterprise. It was agreed to call the whole thing a chemical laboratory if +discovery should occur. Gradually we equipped our sinister haunt of science +with materials either purchased in Boston or quietly borrowed from the college +— materials carefully made unrecognisable save to expert eyes — and provided +spades and picks for the many burials we should have to make in the cellar. At + + + + +the college we used an incinerator, but the apparatus was too costly for our +unauthorised laboratory. Bodies were always a nuisance — even the small +guinea-pig bodies from the slight clandestine experiments in West's room at the +boarding-house. + +We followed the local death-notices like ghouls, for our specimens demanded +particular qualities. What we wanted were corpses interred soon after death and +without artificial preservation; preferably free from malforming disease, and +certainly with all organs present. Accident victims were our best hope. Not for +many weeks did we hear of anything suitable; though we talked with morgue +and hospital authorities, ostensibly in the college's interest, as often as we could +without exciting suspicion. We found that the college had first choice in every +case, so that it might be necessary to remain in Arkham during the summer, +when only the limited summer-school classes were held. In the end, though, luck +favoured us; for one day we heard of an almost ideal case in the potter's field; a +brawny young workman drowned only the morning before in Summer's Pond, +and buried at the town's expense without delay or embalming. That afternoon +we found the new grave, and determined to begin work soon after midnight. It +was a repulsive task that we undertook in the black small hours, even though we +lacked at that time the special horror of graveyards which later experiences +brought to us. We carried spades and oil dark lanterns, for although electric +torches were then manufactured, they were not as satisfactory as the tungsten +contrivances of today. The process of unearthing was slow and sordid — it might +have been gruesomely poetical if we had been artists instead of scientists — and +we were glad when our spades struck wood. When the pine box was fully +uncovered. West scrambled down and removed the lid, dragging out and +propping up the contents. I reached down and hauled the contents out of the +grave, and then both toiled hard to restore the spot to its former appearance. The +affair made us rather nervous, especially the stiff form and vacant face of our +first trophy, but we managed to remove all traces of our visit. When we had +patted down the last shovelful of earth, we put the specimen in a canvas sack +and set out for the old Chapman place beyond Meadow Hill. + +On an improvised dissecting-table in the old farmhouse, by the light of a +powerful acetylene lamp, the specimen was not very spectral looking. It had +been a sturdy and apparently unimaginative youth of wholesome plebeian type +— large-framed, grey-eyed, and brown-haired — a sound animal without +psychological subtleties, and probably having vital processes of the simplest and +healthiest sort. Now, with the eyes closed, it looked more asleep than dead; +though the expert test of my friend soon left no doubt on that score. We had at +last what West had always longed for — a real dead man of the ideal kind, ready +for the solution as prepared according to the most careful calculations and +theories for human use. The tension on our part became very great. We knew + + + + +that there was scarcely a chance for anything hke complete success, and could +not avoid hideous fears at possible grotesque results of partial animation. +Especially were we apprehensive concerning the mind and impulses of the +creature, since in the space following death some of the more delicate cerebral +cells might well have suffered deterioration. I, myself, still held some curious +notions about the traditional "soul" of man, and felt an awe at the secrets that +might be told by one returning from the dead. I wondered what sights this placid +youth might have seen in inaccessible spheres, and what he could relate if fully +restored to life. But my wonder was not overwhelming, since for the most part I +shared the materialism of my friend. He was calmer than I as he forced a large +quantity of his fluid into a vein of the body's arm, immediately binding the +incision securely. + +The waiting was gruesome, but West never faltered. Every now and then he +applied his stethoscope to the specimen, and bore the negative results +philosophically. After about three-quarters of an hour without the least sign of +life he disappointedly pronounced the solution inadequate, but determined to +make the most of his opportunity and try one change in the formula before +disposing of his ghastly prize. We had that afternoon dug a grave in the cellar, +and would have to fill it by dawn — for although we had fixed a lock on the +house, we wished to shun even the remotest risk of a ghoulish discovery. +Besides, the body would not be even approximately fresh the next night. So +taking the solitary acetylene lamp into the adjacent laboratory, we left our silent +guest on the slab in the dark, and bent every energy to the mixing of a new +solution; the weighing and measuring supervised by West with an almost +fanatical care. + +The awful event was very sudden, and wholly unexpected. I was pouring +something from one test-tube to another, and West was busy over the alcohol +blast-lamp which had to answer for a Bunsen burner in this gasless edifice, when +from the pitch-black room we had left there burst the most appalling and +daemoniac succession of cries that either of us had ever heard. Not more +unutterable could have been the chaos of hellish sound if the pit itself had +opened to release the agony of the damned, for in one inconceivable cacophony +was centered all the supernal terror and unnatural despair of animate nature. +Human it could not have been — it is not in man to make such sounds — and +without a thought of our late employment or its possible discovery, both West +and I leaped to the nearest window like stricken animals; overturning tubes, +lamp, and retorts, and vaulting madly into the starred abyss of the rural night. I +think we screamed ourselves as we stumbled frantically toward the town, +though as we reached the outskirts we put on a semblance of restraint — just +enough to seem like belated revellers staggering home from a debauch. + + + + +We did not separate, but managed to get to West's room, where we whispered +with the gas up until dawn. By then we had calmed ourselves a little with +rational theories and plans for investigation, so that we could sleep through the +day — classes being disregarded. But that evening two items in the paper, +wholly unrelated, made it again impossible for us to sleep. The old deserted +Chapman house had inexplicably burned to an amorphous heap of ashes; that +we could understand because of the upset lamp. Also, an attempt had been made +to disturb a new grave in the potter's field, as if by futile and spadeless clawing +at the earth. That we could not understand, for we had patted down the mould +very carefully. + +And for seventeen years after that West would look frequently over his shoulder, +and complain of fancied footsteps behind him. Now he has disappeared. + +II. The Plague-Daemon + +Pubhshed March 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 2, p. 45-50. + +I shall never forget that hideous summer sixteen years ago, when like a noxious +afrite from the halls of Eblis typhoid stalked leeringly through Arkham. It is by +that Satanic scourge that most recall the year, for truly terror brooded with bat- +wings over the piles of coffins in the tombs of Christchurch Cemetery; yet for me +there is a greater horror in that time — a horror known to me alone now that +Herbert West has disappeared. + +West and I were doing post-graduate work in summer classes at the medical +school of Miskatonic University, and my friend had attained a wide notoriety +because of his experiments leading toward the revivification of the dead. After +the scientific slaughter of uncounted small animals the freakish work had +ostensibly stopped by order of our sceptical dean. Dr. Allan Halsey; though West +had continued to perform certain secret tests in his dingy boarding-house room, +and had on one terrible and unforgettable occasion taken a human body from its +grave in the potter's field to a deserted farmhouse beyond Meadow Hill. + +I was with him on that odious occasion, and saw him inject into the still veins the +elixir which he thought would to some extent restore life's chemical and physical +processes. It had ended horribly — in a delirium of fear which we gradually +came to attribute to our own overwrought nerves — and West had never +afterward been able to shake off a maddening sensation of being haunted and +hunted. The body had not been quite fresh enough; it is obvious that to restore +normal mental attributes a body must be very fresh indeed; and the burning of +the old house had prevented us from burying the thing. It would have been +better if we could have known it was underground. + + + + +After that experience West had dropped his researches for some time; but as the +zeal of the born scientist slowly returned, he again became importunate with the +college faculty, pleading for the use of the dissecting-room and of fresh human +specimens for the work he regarded as so overwhelmingly important. His pleas, +however, were wholly in vain; for the decision of Dr. Halsey was inflexible, and +the other professors all endorsed the verdict of their leader. In the radical theory +of reanimation they saw nothing but the immature vagaries of a youthful +enthusiast whose slight form, yellow hair, spectacled blue eyes, and soft voice +gave no hint of the supernormal — almost diabolical — power of the cold brain +within. I can see him now as he was then — and I shiver. He grew sterner of face, +but never elderly. And now Sefton Asylum has had the mishap and West has +vanished. + +West clashed disagreeably with Dr. Halsey near the end of our last +undergraduate term in a wordy dispute that did less credit to him than to the +kindiy dean in point of courtesy. He felt that he was needlessly and irrationally +retarded in a supremely great work; a work which he could of course conduct to +suit himself in later years, but which he wished to begin while still possessed of +the exceptional facilities of the university. That the tradition-bound elders should +ignore his singular results on animals, and persist in their denial of the +possibility of reanimation, was inexpressibly disgusting and almost +incomprehensible to a youth of West's logical temperament. Only greater +maturity could help him understand the chronic mental limitations of the +"professor-doctor" type — the product of generations of pathetic Puritanism; +kindly, conscientious, and sometimes gentle and amiable, yet always narrow, +intolerant, custom-ridden, and lacking in perspective. Age has more charity for +these incomplete yet high-souled characters, whose worst real vice is timidity, +and who are ultimately punished by general ridicule for their intellectual sins — +sins like Ptolemaism, Calvinism, anti-Darwinism, anti-Nietzscheism, and every +sort of Sabbatarianism and sumptuary legislation. West, young despite his +marvellous scientific acquirements, had scant patience with good Dr. Halsey and +his erudite colleagues; and nursed an increasing resentment, coupled with a +desire to prove his theories to these obtuse worthies in some striking and +dramatic fashion. Like most youths, he indulged in elaborate daydreams of +revenge, triumph, and final magnanimous forgiveness. + +And then had come the scourge, grinning and lethal, from the nightmare caverns +of Tartarus. West and I had graduated about the time of its beginning, but had +remained for additional work at the summer school, so that we were in Arkham +when it broke with full daemoniac fury upon the town. Though not as yet +licenced physicians, we now had our degrees, and were pressed frantically into +public service as the numbers of the stricken grew. The situation was almost past +management, and deaths ensued too frequently for the local undertakers fully to + + + + +handle. Burials without embalming were made in rapid succession, and even the +Christchurch Cemetery receiving tomb was crammed with coffins of the +unembalmed dead. This circumstance was not without effect on West, who +thought often of the irony of the situation — so many fresh specimens, yet none +for his persecuted researches! We were frightfully overworked, and the terrific +mental and nervous strain made my friend brood morbidly. + +But West's gentle enemies were no less harassed with prostrating duties. College +had all but closed, and every doctor of the medical faculty was helping to fight +the typhoid plague. Dr. Halsey in particular had distinguished himself in +sacrificing service, applying his extreme skill with whole-hearted energy to cases +which many others shunned because of danger or apparent hopelessness. Before +a month was over the fearless dean had become a popular hero, though he +seemed unconscious of his fame as he struggled to keep from collapsing with +physical fatigue and nervous exhaustion. West could not withhold admiration +for the fortitude of his foe, but because of this was even more determined to +prove to him the truth of his amazing doctrines. Taking advantage of the +disorganisation of both college work and municipal health regulations, he +managed to get a recently deceased body smuggled into the university +dissecting-room one night, and in my presence injected a new modification of his +solution. The thing actually opened its eyes, but only stared at the ceiling with a +look of soul-petrifying horror before collapsing into an inertness from which +nothing could rouse it. West said it was not fresh enough — the hot summer air +does not favour corpses. That time we were almost caught before we incinerated +the thing, and West doubted the advisability of repeating his daring misuse of +the college laboratory. + +The peak of the epidemic was reached in August. West and I were almost dead, +and Dr. Halsey did die on the 14th. The students all attended the hasty funeral +on the 15th, and bought an impressive wreath, though the latter was quite +overshadowed by the tributes sent by wealthy Arkham citizens and by the +municipality itself. It was almost a public affair, for the dean had surely been a +public benefactor. After the entombment we were all somewhat depressed, and +spent the afternoon at the bar of the Commercial House; where West, though +shaken by the death of his chief opponent, chilled the rest of us with references to +his notorious theories. Most of the students went home, or to various duties, as +the evening advanced; but West persuaded me to aid him in "making a night of +it." West's landlady saw us arrive at his room about two in the morning, with a +third man between us; and told her husband that we had all evidently dined and +wined rather well. + +Apparently this acidulous matron was right; for about 3 a.m. the whole house +was aroused by cries coming from West's room, where when they broke down + + + + +the door, they found the two of us unconscious on the blood-stained carpet, +beaten, scratched, and mauled, and with the broken remnants of West's bottles +and instruments around us. Only an open window told what had become of our +assailant, and many wondered how he himself had fared after the terrific leap +from the second story to the lawn which he must have made. There were some +strange garments in the room, but West upon regaining consciousness said they +did not belong to the stranger, but were specimens collected for bacteriological +analysis in the course of investigations on the transmission of germ diseases. He +ordered them burnt as soon as possible in the capacious fireplace. To the police +we both declared ignorance of our late companion's identity. He was. West +nervously said, a congenial stranger whom we had met at some downtown bar +of uncertain location. We had all been rather jovial, and West and I did not wish +to have our pugnacious companion hunted down. + +That same night saw the beginning of the second Arkham horror — the horror +that to me eclipsed the plague itself. Christchurch Cemetery was the scene of a +terrible killing; a watchman having been clawed to death in a manner not only +too hideous for description, but raising a doubt as to the human agency of the +deed. The victim had been seen alive considerably after midnight — the dawn +revealed the unutterable thing. The manager of a circus at the neighbouring town +of Bolton was questioned, but he swore that no beast had at any time escaped +from its cage. Those who found the body noted a trail of blood leading to the +receiving tomb, where a small pool of red lay on the concrete just outside the +gate. A fainter trail led away toward the woods, but it soon gave out. + +The next night devils danced on the roofs of Arkham, and unnatural madness +howled in the wind. Through the fevered town had crept a curse which some +said was greater than the plague, and which some whispered was the embodied +daemon-soul of the plague itself. Eight houses were entered by a nameless thing +which strewed red death in its wake — in all, seventeen maimed and shapeless +remnants of bodies were left behind by the voiceless, sadistic monster that crept +abroad. A few persons had half seen it in the dark, and said it was white and like +a malformed ape or anthropomorphic fiend. It had not left behind quite all that it +had attacked, for sometimes it had been hungry. The number it had killed was +fourteen; three of the bodies had been in stricken homes and had not been alive. + +On the third night frantic bands of searchers, led by the police, captured it in a +house on Crane Street near the Miskatonic campus. They had organised the quest +with care, keeping in touch by means of volunteer telephone stations, and when +someone in the college district had reported hearing a scratching at a shuttered +window, the net was quickly spread. On account of the general alarm and +precautions, there were only two more victims, and the capture was effected +without major casualties. The thing was finally stopped by a bullet, though not a + + + + +fatal one, and was rushed to the local hospital amidst universal excitement and +loathing. + +For it had been a man. This much was clear despite the nauseous eyes, the +voiceless simianism, and the daemoniac savagery. They dressed its wound and +carted it to the asylum at Sefton, where it beat its head against the walls of a +padded cell for sixteen years — until the recent mishap, when it escaped under +circumstances that few like to mention. What had most disgusted the searchers +of Arkham was the thing they noticed when the monster's face was cleaned — +the mocking, unbelievable resemblance to a learned and self-sacrificing martyr +who had been entombed but three days before — the late Dr. Allan Halsey, +public benefactor and dean of the medical school of Miskatonic University. + +To the vanished Herbert West and to me the disgust and horror were supreme. I +shudder tonight as I think of it; shudder even more than I did that morning +when West muttered through his bandages, "Damn it, it wasn't quite fresh +enough!" + +III. Six Shots by MoonHght + +Pubhshed April 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 3, p. 21-26. + +It is uncommon to fire all six shots of a revolver with great suddenness when one +would probably be sufficient, but many things in the life of Herbert West were +uncommon. It is, for instance, not often that a young physician leaving college is +obliged to conceal the principles which guide his selection of a home and office, +yet that was the case with Herbert West. When he and I obtained our degrees at +the medical school of Miskatonic University, and sought to relieve our poverty +by setting up as general practitioners, we took great care not to say that we chose +our house because it was fairly well isolated, and as near as possible to the +potter's field. + +Reticence such as this is seldom without a cause, nor indeed was ours; for our +requirements were those resulting from a life-work distinctly unpopular. +Outwardly we were doctors only, but beneath the surface were aims of far +greater and more terrible moment — for the essence of Herbert West's existence +was a quest amid black and forbidden realms of the unknown, in which he +hoped to uncover the secret of life and restore to perpetual animation the +graveyard's cold clay. Such a quest demands strange materials, among them +fresh human bodies; and in order to keep supplied with these indispensable +things one must live quietly and not far from a place of informal interment. + + + + +West and I had met in college, and I had been the only one to sympathise with +his hideous experiments. Gradually I had come to be his inseparable assistant, +and now that we were out of college we had to keep together. It was not easy to +find a good opening for two doctors in company, but finally the influence of the +university secured us a practice in Bolton — a factory town near Arkham, the +seat of the college. The Bolton Worsted Mills are the largest in the Miskatonic +Valley, and their polyglot employees are never popular as patients with the local +physicians. We chose our house with the greatest care, seizing at last on a rather +run-down cottage near the end of Pond Street; five numbers from the closest +neighbour, and separated from the local potter's field by only a stretch of +meadow land, bisected by a narrow neck of the rather dense forest which lies to +the north. The distance was greater than we wished, but we could get no nearer +house without going on the other side of the field, wholly out of the factory +district. We were not much displeased, however, since there were no people +between us and our sinister source of supplies. The walk was a trifle long, but we +could haul our silent specimens undisturbed. + +Our practice was surprisingly large from the very first — large enough to please +most young doctors, and large enough to prove a bore and a burden to students +whose real interest lay elsewhere. The mill-hands were of somewhat turbulent +inclinations; and besides their many natural needs, their frequent clashes and +stabbing affrays gave us plenty to do. But what actually absorbed our minds was +the secret laboratory we had fitted up in the cellar — the laboratory with the long +table under the electric lights, where in the small hours of the morning we often +injected West's various solutions into the veins of the things we dragged from +the potter's field. West was experimenting madly to find something which +would start man's vital motions anew after they had been stopped by the thing +we call death, but had encountered the most ghastly obstacles. The solution had +to be differently compounded for different types — what would serve for +guinea-pigs would not serve for human beings, and different human specimens +required large modifications. + +The bodies had to be exceedingly fresh, or the slight decomposition of brain +tissue would render perfect reanimation impossible. Indeed, the greatest +problem was to get them fresh enough — West had had horrible experiences +during his secret college researches with corpses of doubtful vintage. The results +of partial or imperfect animation were much more hideous than were the total +failures, and we both held fearsome recollections of such things. Ever since our +first daemoniac session in the deserted farmhouse on Meadow Hill in Arkham, +we had felt a brooding menace; and West, though a calm, blond, blue-eyed +scientific automaton in most respects, often confessed to a shuddering sensation +of stealthy pursuit. He half felt that he was followed — a psychological delusion +of shaken nerves, enhanced by the undeniably disturbing fact that at least one of + + + + +our reanimated specimens was still alive — a frightful carnivorous thing in a +padded cell at Sefton. Then there was another — our first — whose exact fate we +had never learned. + +We had fair luck with specimens in Bolton — much better than in Arkham. We +had not been settled a week before we got an accident victim on the very night of +burial, and made it open its eyes with an amazingly rational expression before +the solution failed. It had lost an arm — if it had been a perfect body we might +have succeeded better. Between then and the next January we secured three +more; one total failure, one case of marked muscular motion, and one rather +shivery thing — it rose of itself and uttered a sound. Then came a period when +luck was poor; interments fell off, and those that did occur were of specimens +either too diseased or too maimed for use. We kept track of all the deaths and +their circumstances with systematic care. + +One March night, however, we unexpectedly obtained a specimen which did not +come from the potter's field. In Bolton the prevailing spirit of Puritanism had +outlawed the sport of boxing — with the usual result. Surreptitious and ill- +conducted bouts among the mill-workers were common, and occasionally +professional talent of low grade was imported. This late winter night there had +been such a match; evidently with disastrous results, since two timorous Poles +had come to us with incoherently whispered entreaties to attend to a very secret +and desperate case. We followed them to an abandoned barn, where the +remnants of a crowd of frightened foreigners were watching a silent black form +on the floor. + +The match had been between Kid O'Brien — a lubberly and now quaking youth +with a most un-Hibernian hooked nose — and Buck Robinson, "The Harlem +Smoke." The negro had been knocked out, and a moment's examination shewed +us that he would permanently remain so. He was a loathsome, gorilla-like thing, +with abnormally long arms which I could not help calling fore legs, and a face +that conjured up thoughts of unspeakable Congo secrets and tom-tom poundings +under an eerie moon. The body must have looked even worse in life — but the +world holds many ugly things. Fear was upon the whole pitiful crowd, for they +did not know what the law would exact of them if the affair were not hushed up; +and they were grateful when West, in spite of my involuntary shudders, offered +to get rid of the thing quietly — for a purpose I knew too well. + +There was bright moonlight over the snowless landscape, but we dressed the +thing and carried it home between us through the deserted streets and meadows, +as we had carried a similar thing one horrible night in Arkham. We approached +the house from the field in the rear, took the specimen in the back door and +down the cellar stairs, and prepared it for the usual experiment. Our fear of the + + + + +police was absurdly great, though we had timed our trip to avoid the solitary +patrolman of that section. + +The result was wearily anticlimactic. Ghastly as our prize appeared, it was +wholly unresponsive to every solution we injected in its black arm; solutions +prepared from experience with white specimens only. So as the hour grew +dangerously near to dawn, we did as we had done with the others — dragged +the thing across the meadows to the neck of the woods near the potter's field, +and buried it there in the best sort of grave the frozen ground would furnish. The +grave was not very deep, but fully as good as that of the previous specimen — +the thing which had risen of itself and uttered a sound. In the light of our dark +lanterns we carefully covered it with leaves and dead vines, fairly certain that the +police would never find it in a forest so dim and dense. + +The next day I was increasingly apprehensive about the police, for a patient +brought rumours of a suspected fight and death. West had still another source of +worry, for he had been called in the afternoon to a case which ended very +threateningly. An Italian woman had become hysterical over her missing child — +a lad of five who had strayed off early in the morning and failed to appear for +dinner — and had developed symptoms highly alarming in view of an always +weak heart. It was a very foolish hysteria, for the boy had often run away before; +but Italian peasants are exceedingly superstitious, and this woman seemed as +much harassed by omens as by facts. About seven o'clock in the evening she had +died, and her frantic husband had made a frightful scene in his efforts to kill +West, whom he wildly blamed for not saving her life. Friends had held him +when he drew a stiletto, but West departed amidst his inhuman shrieks, curses +and oaths of vengeance. In his latest affliction the fellow seemed to have +forgotten his child, who was still missing as the night advanced. There was some +talk of searching the woods, but most of the family's friends were busy with the +dead woman and the screaming man. Altogether, the nervous strain upon West +must have been tremendous. Thoughts of the police and of the mad Italian both +weighed heavily. + +We retired about eleven, but I did not sleep well. Bolton had a surprisingly good +police force for so small a town, and I could not help fearing the mess which +would ensue if the affair of the night before were ever tracked down. It might +mean the end of all our local work — and perhaps prison for both West and me. I +did not like those rumours of a fight which were floating about. After the clock +had struck three the moon shone in my eyes, but I turned over without rising to +pull down the shade. Then came the steady rattling at the back door. + +I lay still and somewhat dazed, but before long heard West's rap on my door. He +was clad in dressing- gown and slippers, and had in his hands a revolver and an + + + + +electric flashlight. From the revolver I knew that he was thinking more of the +crazed Italian than of the police. + +"We'd better both go/' he whispered. "It wouldn't do not to answer it anyway, +and it may be a patient — it would be like one of those fools to try the back +door." + +So we both went down the stairs on tiptoe, with a fear partly justified and partly +that which comes only from the soul of the weird small hours. The rattling +continued, growing somewhat louder. When we reached the door I cautiously +unbolted it and threw it open, and as the moon streamed revealingly down on +the form silhouetted there. West did a peculiar thing. Despite the obvious danger +of attracting notice and bringing down on our heads the dreaded police +investigation — a thing which after all was mercifully averted by the relative +isolation of our cottage — my friend suddenly, excitedly, and unnecessarily +emptied all six chambers of his revolver into the nocturnal visitor. + +For that visitor was neither Italian nor policeman. Looming hideously against the +spectral moon was a gigantic misshapen thing not to be imagined save in +nightmares — a glassy-eyed, ink-black apparition nearly on all fours, covered +with bits of mould, leaves, and vines, foul with caked blood, and having between +its glistening teeth a snow-white, terrible, cylindrical object terminating in a tiny +hand. + +IV. The Scream of the Dead + +Pubhshed May 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 4, p. 53-58. + +The scream of a dead man gave to me that acute and added horror of Dr. Herbert +West which harassed the latter years of our companionship. It is natural that +such a thing as a dead man's scream should give horror, for it is obviously, not a +pleasing or ordinary occurrence; but I was used to similar experiences, hence +suffered on this occasion only because of a particular circumstance. And, as I +have implied, it was not of the dead man himself that I became afraid. + +Herbert West, whose associate and assistant I was, possessed scientific interests +far beyond the usual routine of a village physician. That was why, when +establishing his practice in Bolton, he had chosen an isolated house near the +potter's field. Briefly and brutally stated. West's sole absorbing interest was a +secret study of the phenomena of life and its cessation, leading toward the +reanimation of the dead through injections of an excitant solution. For this +ghastly experimenting it was necessary to have a constant supply of very fresh +human bodies; very fresh because even the least decay hopelessly damaged the + + + + +brain structure, and human because we found that the solution had to be +compounded differently for different types of organisms. Scores of rabbits and +guinea-pigs had been killed and treated, but their trail was a blind one. West had +never fully succeeded because he had never been able to secure a corpse +sufficiently fresh. What he wanted were bodies from which vitality had only just +departed; bodies with every cell intact and capable of receiving again the +impulse toward that mode of motion called life. There was hope that this second +and artificial life might be made perpetual by repetitions of the injection, but we +had learned that an ordinary natural life would not respond to the action. To +establish the artificial motion, natural life must be extinct — the specimens must +be very fresh, but genuinely dead. + +The awesome quest had begun when West and I were students at the Miskatonic +University Medical School in Arkham, vividly conscious for the first time of the +thoroughly mechanical nature of life. That was seven years before, but West +looked scarcely a day older now — he was small, blond, clean-shaven, soft- +voiced, and spectacled, with only an occasional flash of a cold blue eye to tell of +the hardening and growing fanaticism of his character under the pressure of his +terrible investigations. Our experiences had often been hideous in the extreme; +the results of defective reanimation, when lumps of graveyard clay had been +galvanised into morbid, unnatural, and brainless motion by various +modifications of the vital solution. + +One thing had uttered a nerve-shattering scream; another had risen violently, +beaten us both to unconsciousness, and run amuck in a shocking way before it +could be placed behind asylum bars; still another, a loathsome African +monstrosity, had clawed out of its shallow grave and done a deed — West had +had to shoot that object. We could not get bodies fresh enough to shew any trace +of reason when reanimated, so had perforce created nameless horrors. It was +disturbing to think that one, perhaps two, of our monsters still lived — that +thought haunted us shadowingly, till finally West disappeared under frightful +circumstances. But at the time of the scream in the cellar laboratory of the +isolated Bolton cottage, our fears were subordinate to our anxiety for extremely +fresh specimens. West was more avid than I, so that it almost seemed to me that +he looked half-covetously at any very healthy living physique. + +It was in July, 1910, that the bad luck regarding specimens began to turn. I had +been on a long visit to my parents in Illinois, and upon my return found West in +a state of singular elation. He had, he told me excitedly, in all likelihood solved +the problem of freshness through an approach from an entirely new angle — that +of artificial preservation. I had known that he was working on a new and highly +unusual embalming compound, and was not surprised that it had turned out +well; but until he explained the details I was rather puzzled as to how such a + + + + +compound could help in our work, since the objectionable staleness of the +specimens was largely due to delay occurring before we secured them. This, I +now saw. West had clearly recognised; creating his embalming compound for +future rather than immediate use, and trusting to fate to supply again some very +recent and unburied corpse, as it had years before when we obtained the negro +killed in the Bolton prize-fight. At last fate had been kind, so that on this occasion +there lay in the secret cellar laboratory a corpse whose decay could not by any +possibility have begun. What would happen on reanimation, and whether we +could hope for a revival of mind and reason. West did not venture to predict. The +experiment would be a landmark in our studies, and he had saved the new body +for my return, so that both might share the spectacle in accustomed fashion. + +West told me how he had obtained the specimen. It had been a vigorous man; a +well-dressed stranger just off the train on his way to transact some business with +the Bolton Worsted Mills. The walk through the town had been long, and by the +time the traveller paused at our cottage to ask the way to the factories, his heart +had become greatly overtaxed. He had refused a stimulant, and had suddenly +dropped dead only a moment later. The body, as might be expected, seemed to +West a heaven-sent gift. In his brief conversation the stranger had made it clear +that he was unknown in Bolton, and a search of his pockets subsequently +revealed him to be one Robert Leavitt of St. Louis, apparently without a family to +make instant inquiries about his disappearance. If this man could not be restored +to life, no one would know of our experiment. We buried our materials in a +dense strip of woods between the house and the potter's field. If, on the other +hand, he could be restored, our fame would be brilliantly and perpetually +established. So without delay West had injected into the body's wrist the +compound which would hold it fresh for use after my arrival. The matter of the +presumably weak heart, which to my mind imperilled the success of our +experiment, did not appear to trouble West extensively. He hoped at last to +obtain what he had never obtained before — a rekindled spark of reason and +perhaps a normal, living creature. + +So on the night of July 18, 1910, Herbert West and I stood in the cellar laboratory +and gazed at a white, silent figure beneath the dazzling arc-light. The embalming +compound had worked uncannily well, for as I stared fascinatedly at the sturdy +frame which had lain two weeks without stiffening, I was moved to seek West's +assurance that the thing was really dead. This assurance he gave readily enough; +reminding me that the reanimating solution was never used without careful tests +as to life, since it could have no effect if any of the original vitality were present. +As West proceeded to take preliminary steps, I was impressed by the vast +intricacy of the new experiment; an intricacy so vast that he could trust no hand +less delicate than his own. Forbidding me to touch the body, he first injected a +drug in the wrist just beside the place his needle had punctured when injecting + + + + +the embalming compound. This, he said, was to neutrahse the compound and +release the system to a normal relaxation so that the reanimating solution might +freely work when injected. Slightly later, when a change and a gentle tremor +seemed to affect the dead limbs; West stuffed a pillow-like object violently over +the twitching face, not withdrawing it until the corpse appeared quiet and ready +for our attempt at reanimation. The pale enthusiast now applied some last +perfunctory tests for absolute lifelessness, withdrew satisfied, and finally injected +into the left arm an accurately measured amount of the vital elixir, prepared +during the afternoon with a greater care than we had used since college days, +when our feats were new and groping. I cannot express the wild, breathless +suspense with which we waited for results on this first really fresh specimen — +the first we could reasonably expect to open its lips in rational speech, perhaps to +tell of what it had seen beyond the unfathomable abyss. + +West was a materialist, believing in no soul and attributing all the working of +consciousness to bodily phenomena; consequently he looked for no revelation of +hideous secrets from gulfs and caverns beyond death's barrier. I did not wholly +disagree with him theoretically, yet held vague instinctive remnants of the +primitive faith of my forefathers; so that I could not help eyeing the corpse with a +certain amount of awe and terrible expectation. Besides — I could not extract +from my memory that hideous, inhuman shriek we heard on the night we tried +our first experiment in the deserted farmhouse at Arkham. + +Very little time had elapsed before I saw the attempt was not to be a total failure. +A touch of colour came to cheeks hitherto chalk-white, and spread out under the +curiously ample stubble of sandy beard. West, who had his hand on the pulse of +the left wrist, suddenly nodded significantly; and almost simultaneously a mist +appeared on the mirror inclined above the body's mouth. There followed a few +spasmodic muscular motions, and then an audible breathing and visible motion +of the chest. I looked at the closed eyelids, and thought I detected a quivering. +Then the lids opened, shewing eyes which were grey, calm, and alive, but still +unintelligent and not even curious. + +In a moment of fantastic whim I whispered questions to the reddening ears; +questions of other worlds of which the memory might still be present. +Subsequent terror drove them from my mind, but I think the last one, which I +repeated, was: "Where have you been?" I do not yet know whether I was +answered or not, for no sound came from the well-shaped mouth; but I do know +that at that moment I firmly thought the thin lips moved silently, forming +syllables which I would have vocalised as "only now" if that phrase had +possessed any sense or relevancy. At that moment, as I say, I was elated with the +conviction that the one great goal had been attained; and that for the first time a +reanimated corpse had uttered distinct words impelled by actual reason. In the + + + + +next moment there was no doubt about the triumph; no doubt that the solution +had truly accomplished, at least temporarily, its full mission of restoring rational +and articulate life to the dead. But in that triumph there came to me the greatest +of all horrors — not horror of the thing that spoke, but of the deed that I had +witnessed and of the man with whom my professional fortunes were joined. + +For that very fresh body, at last writhing into full and terrifying consciousness +with eyes dilated at the memory of its last scene on earth, threw out its frantic +hands in a life and death struggle with the air, and suddenly collapsing into a +second and final dissolution from which there could be no return, screamed out +the cry that will ring eternally in my aching brain: + +"Help! Keep off, you cursed little tow-head fiend — keep that damned needle +away from me!" + +V. The Horror From the Shadows + +Pubhshed June 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 5, p. 45-50. + +Many men have related hideous things, not mentioned in print, which happened +on the battlefields of the Great War. Some of these things have made me faint, +others have convulsed me with devastating nausea, while still others have made +me tremble and look behind me in the dark; yet despite the worst of them I +believe I can myself relate the most hideous thing of all — the shocking, the +unnatural, the unbelievable horror from the shadows. + +In 1915 I was a physician with the rank of First Lieutenant in a Canadian +regiment in Flanders, one of many Americans to precede the government itself +into the gigantic struggle. I had not entered the army on my own initiative, but +rather as a natural result of the enlistment of the man whose indispensable +assistant I was — the celebrated Boston surgical specialist. Dr. Herbert West. Dr. +West had been avid for a chance to serve as surgeon in a great war, and when the +chance had come, he carried me with him almost against my will. There were +reasons why I could have been glad to let the war separate us; reasons why I +found the practice of medicine and the companionship of West more and more +irritating; but when he had gone to Ottawa and through a colleague's influence +secured a medical commission as Major, I could not resist the imperious +persuasion of one determined that I should accompany him in my usual +capacity. + +When I say that Dr. West was avid to serve in battle, I do not mean to imply that +he was either naturally warlike or anxious for the safety of civilisation. Always +an ice-cold intellectual machine; slight, blond, blue-eyed, and spectacled; I think + + + + +he secretly sneered at my occasional martial enthusiasms and censures of supine +neutrality. There was, however, something he wanted in embattled Flanders; and +in order to secure it had had to assume a military exterior. What he wanted was +not a thing which many persons want, but something connected with the +peculiar branch of medical science which he had chosen quite clandestinely to +follow, and in which he had achieved amazing and occasionally hideous results. +It was, in fact, nothing more or less than an abundant supply of freshly killed +men in every stage of dismemberment. + +Herbert West needed fresh bodies because his life-work was the reanimation of +the dead. This work was not known to the fashionable clientele who had so +swiftly built up his fame after his arrival in Boston; but was only too well known +to me, who had been his closest friend and sole assistant since the old days in +Miskatonic University Medical School at Arkham. It was in those college days +that he had begun his terrible experiments, first on small animals and then on +human bodies shockingly obtained. There was a solution which he injected into +the veins of dead things, and if they were fresh enough they responded in +strange ways. He had had much trouble in discovering the proper formula, for +each type of organism was found to need a stimulus especially adapted to it. +Terror stalked him when he reflected on his partial failures; nameless things +resulting from imperfect solutions or from bodies insufficiently fresh. A certain +number of these failures had remained alive — one was in an asylum while +others had vanished — and as he thought of conceivable yet virtually impossible +eventualities he often shivered beneath his usual stolidity. + +West had soon learned that absolute freshness was the prime requisite for useful +specimens, and had accordingly resorted to frightful and unnatural expedients in +body-snatching. In college, and during our early practice together in the factory +town of Bolton, my attitude toward him had been largely one of fascinated +admiration; but as his boldness in methods grew, I began to develop a gnawing +fear. I did not like the way he looked at healthy living bodies; and then there +came a nightmarish session in the cellar laboratory when I learned that a certain +specimen had been a living body when he secured it. That was the first time he +had ever been able to revive the quality of rational thought in a corpse; and his +success, obtained at such a loathsome cost, had completely hardened him. + +Of his methods in the intervening five years I dare not speak. I was held to him +by sheer force of fear, and witnessed sights that no human tongue could repeat. +Gradually I came to find Herbert West himself more horrible than anything he +did — that was when it dawned on me that his once normal scientific zeal for +prolonging life had subtly degenerated into a mere morbid and ghoulish +curiosity and secret sense of charnel picturesqueness. His interest became a +hellish and perverse addiction to the repellently and fiendishly abnormal; he + + + + +gloated calmly over artificial monstrosities which would make most healthy men +drop dead from fright and disgust; he became, behind his pallid intellectuality, a +fastidious Baudelaire of physical experiment — a languid Elagabalus of the +tombs. + +Dangers he met unflinchingly; crimes he committed unmoved. I think the climax +came when he had proved his point that rational life can be restored, and had +sought new worlds to conquer by experimenting on the reanimation of detached +parts of bodies. He had wild and original ideas on the independent vital +properties of organic cells and nerve-tissue separated from natural physiological +systems; and achieved some hideous preliminary results in the form of never- +dying, artificially nourished tissue obtained from the nearly hatched eggs of an +indescribable tropical reptile. Two biological points he was exceedingly anxious +to settle — first, whether any amount of consciousness and rational action be +possible without the brain, proceeding from the spinal cord and various nerve- +centres; and second, whether any kind of ethereal, intangible relation distinct +from the material cells may exist to link the surgically separated parts of what +has previously been a single living organism. All this research work required a +prodigious supply of freshly slaughtered human flesh — and that was why +Herbert West had entered the Great War. + +The phantasmal, unmentionable thing occurred one midnight late in March, +1915, in a field hospital behind the lines of St. Eloi. I wonder even now if it could +have been other than a daemoniac dream of delirium. West had a private +laboratory in an east room of the barn-like temporary edifice, assigned him on +his plea that he was devising new and radical methods for the treatment of +hitherto hopeless cases of maiming. There he worked like a butcher in the midst +of his gory wares — I could never get used to the levity with which he handled +and classified certain things. At times he actually did perform marvels of surgery +for the soldiers; but his chief delights were of a less public and philanthropic +kind, requiring many explanations of sounds which seemed peculiar even +amidst that babel of the damned. Among these sounds were frequent revolver- +shots — surely not uncommon on a battlefield, but distinctly uncommon in an +hospital. Dr. West's reanimated specimens were not meant for long existence or a +large audience. Besides human tissue. West employed much of the reptile +embryo tissue which he had cultivated with such singular results. It was better +than human material for maintaining life in organless fragments, and that was +now my friend's chief activity. In a dark corner of the laboratory, over a queer +incubating burner, he kept a large covered vat full of this reptilian cell-matter; +which multiplied and grew puffily and hideously. + +On the night of which I speak we had a splendid new specimen — a man at once +physically powerful and of such high mentality that a sensitive nervous system + + + + +was assured. It was rather ironic, for he was the officer who had helped West to +his commission, and who was now to have been our associate. Moreover, he had +in the past secretly studied the theory of reanimation to some extent under West. +Major Sir Eric Moreland Clapham-Lee, D.S.O., was the greatest surgeon in our +division, and had been hastily assigned to the St. Eloi sector when news of the +heavy fighting reached headquarters. He had come in an aeroplane piloted by +the intrepid Lieut. Ronald Hill, only to be shot down when directly over his +destination. The fall had been spectacular and awful; Hill was unrecognisable +afterward, but the wreck yielded up the great surgeon in a nearly decapitated +but otherwise intact condition. West had greedily seized the lifeless thing which +had once been his friend and fellow-scholar; and I shuddered when he finished +severing the head, placed it in his hellish vat of pulpy reptile-tissue to preserve it +for future experiments, and proceeded to treat the decapitated body on the +operating table. He injected new blood, joined certain veins, arteries, and nerves +at the headless neck, and closed the ghastly aperture with engrafted skin from an +unidentified specimen which had borne an officer's uniform. I knew what he +wanted — to see if this highly organised body could exhibit, without its head, +any of the signs of mental life which had distinguished Sir Eric Moreland +Clapham-Lee. Once a student of reanimation, this silent trunk was now +gruesomely called upon to exemplify it. + +I can still see Herbert West under the sinister electric light as he injected his +reanimating solution into the arm of the headless body. The scene I cannot +describe — I should faint if I tried it, for there is madness in a room full of +classified charnel things, with blood and lesser human debris almost ankle-deep +on the slimy floor, and with hideous reptilian abnormalities sprouting, bubbling, +and baking over a winking bluish-green spectre of dim flame in a far corner of +black shadows. + +The specimen, as West repeatedly observed, had a splendid nervous system. +Much was expected of it; and as a few twitching motions began to appear, I +could see the feverish interest on West's face. He was ready, I think, to see proof +of his increasingly strong opinion that consciousness, reason, and personality can +exist independently of the brain — that man has no central connective spirit, but +is merely a machine of nervous matter, each section more or less complete in +itself. In one triumphant demonstration West was about to relegate the mystery +of life to the category of myth. The body now twitched more vigorously, and +beneath our avid eyes commenced to heave in a frightful way. The arms stirred +disquietingly, the legs drew up, and various muscles contracted in a repulsive +kind of writhing. Then the headless thing threw out its arms in a gesture which +was unmistakably one of desperation — an intelligent desperation apparently +sufficient to prove every theory of Herbert West. Certainly, the nerves were +recalling the man's last act in life; the struggle to get free of the falling aeroplane. + + + + +What followed, I shall never positively know. It may have been wholly an +hallucination from the shock caused at that instant by the sudden and complete +destruction of the building in a cataclysm of German shell-fire — who can +gainsay it, since West and I were the only proved survivors? West liked to think +that before his recent disappearance, but there were times when he could not; for +it was queer that we both had the same hallucination. The hideous occurrence +itself was very simple, notable only for what it implied. + +The body on the table had risen with a blind and terrible groping, and we had +heard a sound. I should not call that sound a voice, for it was too awful. And yet +its timbre was not the most awful thing about it. Neither was its message — it +had merely screamed, "Jump, Ronald, for God's sake, jump!" The awful thing +was its source. + +For it had come from the large covered vat in that ghoulish corner of crawling +black shadows. + +VI. The Tomb-Legions + +Pubhshed July 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 6, p. 57-62. + +When Dr. Herbert West disappeared a year ago, the Boston police questioned me +closely. They suspected that I was holding something back, and perhaps +suspected graver things; but I could not tell them the truth because they would +not have believed it. They knew, indeed, that West had been connected with +activities beyond the credence of ordinary men; for his hideous experiments in +the reanimation of dead bodies had long been too extensive to admit of perfect +secrecy; but the final soul-shattering catastrophe held elements of daemoniac +phantasy which make even me doubt the reality of what I saw. + +I was West's closest friend and only confidential assistant. We had met years +before, in medical school, and from the first I had shared his terrible researches. +He had slowly tried to perfect a solution which, injected into the veins of the +newly deceased, would restore life; a labour demanding an abundance of fresh +corpses and therefore involving the most unnatural actions. Still more shocking +were the products of some of the experiments — grisly masses of flesh that had +been dead, but that West waked to a blind, brainless, nauseous ammation. These +were the usual results, for in order to reawaken the mind it was necessary to +have specimens so absolutely fresh that no decay could possibly affect the +delicate brain- cells. + +This need for very fresh corpses had been West's moral undoing. They were hard +to get, and one awful day he had secured his specimen while it was still alive and + + + + +vigorous. A struggle, a needle, and a powerful alkaloid had transformed it to a +very fresh corpse, and the experiment had succeeded for a brief and memorable +moment; but West had emerged with a soul calloused and seared, and a +hardened eye which sometimes glanced with a kind of hideous and calculating +appraisal at men of especially sensitive brain and especially vigorous physique. +Toward the last I became acutely afraid of West, for he began to look at me that +way. People did not seem to notice his glances, but they noticed my fear; and +after his disappearance used that as a basis for some absurd suspicions. + +West, in reality, was more afraid than I; for his abominable pursuits entailed a +life of furtiveness and dread of every shadow. Partly it was the police he feared; +but sometimes his nervousness was deeper and more nebulous, touching on +certain indescribable things into which he had injected a morbid life, and from +which he had not seen that life depart. He usually finished his experiments with +a revolver, but a few times he had not been quick enough. There was that first +specimen on whose rifled grave marks of clawing were later seen. There was also +that Arkham professor's body which had done cannibal things before it had been +captured and thrust unidentified into a madhouse cell at Sefton, where it beat the +walls for sixteen years. Most of the other possibly surviving results were things +less easy to speak of — for in later years West's scientific zeal had degenerated to +an unhealthy and fantastic mania, and he had spent his chief skill in vitalising +not entire human bodies but isolated parts of bodies, or parts joined to organic +matter other than human. It had become fiendishly disgusting by the time he +disappeared; many of the experiments could not even be hinted at in print. The +Great War, through which both of us served as surgeons, had intensified this +side of West. + +In saying that West's fear of his specimens was nebulous, I have in mind +particularly its complex nature. Part of it came merely from knowing of the +existence of such nameless monsters, while another part arose from +apprehension of the bodily harm they might under certain circumstances do him. +Their disappearance added horror to the situation — of them all. West knew the +whereabouts of only one, the pitiful asylum thing. Then there was a more subtle +fear — a very fantastic sensation resulting from a curious experiment in the +Canadian army in 1915. West, in the midst of a severe battle, had reanimated +Major Sir Eric Moreland Clapham-Lee, D.S.O., a fellow-physician who knew +about his experiments and could have duplicated them. The head had been +removed, so that the possibilities of quasi-intelligent life in the trunk might be +investigated. Just as the building was wiped out by a German shell, there had +been a success. The trunk had moved intelligently; and, unbelievable to relate, +we were both sickeningly sure that articulate sounds had come from the +detached head as it lay in a shadowy corner of the laboratory. The shell had been +merciful, in a way — but West could never feel as certain as he wished, that we + + + + +two were the only survivors. He used to make shuddering conjectures about the +possible actions of a headless physician with the power of reanimating the dead. + +West's last quarters were in a venerable house of much elegance, overlooking +one of the oldest burying- grounds in Boston. He had chosen the place for purely +symbolic and fantastically aesthetic reasons, since most of the interments were of +the colonial period and therefore of little use to a scientist seeking very fresh +bodies. The laboratory was in a sub-cellar secretly constructed by imported +workmen, and contained a huge incinerator for the quiet and complete disposal +of such bodies, or fragments and synthetic mockeries of bodies, as might remain +from the morbid experiments and unhallowed amusements of the owner. During +the excavation of this cellar the workmen had struck some exceedingly ancient +masonry; undoubtedly connected with the old burying-ground, yet far too deep +to correspond with any known sepulchre therein. After a number of calculations +West decided that it represented some secret chamber beneath the tomb of the +Averills, where the last interment had been made in 1768. I was with him when +he studied the nitrous, dripping walls laid bare by the spades and mattocks of +the men, and was prepared for the gruesome thrill which would attend the +uncovering of centuried grave-secrets; but for the first time West's new timidity +conquered his natural curiosity, and he betrayed his degenerating fibre by +ordering the masonry left intact and plastered over. Thus it remained till that +final hellish night; part of the walls of the secret laboratory. I speak of West's +decadence, but must add that it was a purely mental and intangible thing. +Outwardly he was the same to the last — calm, cold, slight, and yellow-haired, +with spectacled blue eyes and a general aspect of youth which years and fears +seemed never to change. He seemed calm even when he thought of that clawed +grave and looked over his shoulder; even when he thought of the carnivorous +thing that gnawed and pawed at Sefton bars. + +The end of Herbert West began one evening in our joint study when he was +dividing his curious glance between the newspaper and me. A strange headline +item had struck at him from the crumpled pages, and a nameless titan claw had +seemed to reach down through sixteen years. Something fearsome and incredible +had happened at Sefton Asylum fifty miles away, stunning the neighbourhood +and baffling the police. In the small hours of the morning a body of silent men +had entered the grounds, and their leader had aroused the attendants. He was a +menacing military figure who talked without moving his lips and whose voice +seemed almost ventriloquially connected with an immense black case he carried. +His expressionless face was handsome to the point of radiant beauty, but had +shocked the superintendent when the hall light fell on it — for it was a wax face +with eyes of painted glass. Some nameless accident had befallen this man. A +larger man guided his steps; a repellent hulk whose bluish face seemed half +eaten away by some unknown malady. The speaker had asked for the custody of + + + + +the cannibal monster committed from Arkham sixteen years before; and upon +being refused, gave a signal which precipitated a shocking riot. The fiends had +beaten, trampled, and bitten every attendant who did not flee; killing four and +finally succeeding in the liberation of the monster. Those victims who could +recall the event without hysteria swore that the creatures had acted less like men +than like unthinkable automata guided by the wax-faced leader. By the time help +could be summoned, every trace of the men and of their mad charge had +vanished. + +From the hour of reading this item until midmght. West sat almost paralysed. At +midnight the doorbell rang, startling him fearfully. All the servants were asleep +in the attic, so I answered the bell. As I have told the police, there was no wagon +in the street, but only a group of strange-looking figures bearing a large square +box which they deposited in the hallway after one of them had grunted in a +highly unnatural voice, "Express — prepaid." They filed out of the house with a +jerky tread, and as I watched them go I had an odd idea that they were turning +toward the ancient cemetery on which the back of the house abutted. When I +slammed the door after them West came downstairs and looked at the box. It +was about two feet square, and bore West's correct name and present address. It +also bore the inscription, "From Eric Moreland Clapham-Lee, St. Eloi, Flanders." +Six years before, in Flanders, a shelled hospital had fallen upon the headless +reanimated trunk of Dr. Clapham-Lee, and upon the detached head which — +perhaps — had uttered articulate sounds. + +West was not even excited now. His condition was more ghastly. Quickly he +said, "It's the finish — but let's incinerate — this." We carried the thing down to +the laboratory — listening. I do not remember many particulars — you can +imagine my state of mind — but it is a vicious lie to say it was Herbert West's +body which I put into the incinerator. We both inserted the whole unopened +wooden box, closed the door, and started the electricity. Nor did any sound come +from the box, after all. + +It was West who first noticed the falling plaster on that part of the wall where the +ancient tomb masonry had been covered up. I was going to run, but he stopped +me. Then I saw a small black aperture, felt a ghoulish wind of ice, and smelled +the charnel bowels of a putrescent earth. There was no sound, but just then the +electric lights went out and I saw outlined against some phosphorescence of the +nether world a horde of silent toiling things which only insanity — or worse — +could create. Their outlines were human, semi-human, fractionally human, and +not human at all — the horde was grotesquely heterogeneous. They were +removing the stones quietly, one by one, from the centuried wall. And then, as +the breach became large enough, they came out into the laboratory in single file; +led by a talking thing with a beautiful head made of wax. A sort of mad-eyed + + + + +monstrosity behind the leader seized on Herbert West. West did not resist or +utter a sound. Then they all sprang at him and tore him to pieces before my eyes, +bearing the fragments away into that subterranean vault of fabulous +abominations. West's head was carried off by the wax-headed leader, who wore +a Canadian officer's uniform. As it disappeared I saw that the blue eyes behind +the spectacles were hideously blazing with their first touch of frantic, visible +emotion. + +Servants found me unconscious in the morning. West was gone. The incinerator +contained only unidentifiable ashes. Detectives have questioned me, but what +can I say? The Sefton tragedy they will not connect with West; not that, nor the +men with the box, whose existence they deny. I told them of the vault, and they +pointed to the unbroken plaster wall and laughed. So I told them no more. They +imply that I am either a madman or a murderer — probably I am mad. But I +might not be mad if those accursed tomb- legions had not been so silent. + + + + +Hypnos + +Written Mar 1922 + +Published May 1923 in The National Amateur, Vol. 45, No. 5, pages 1-3. + +Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men +go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not +know that it is the result of ignorance of the danger. + +- Baudelaire + +May the merciful gods, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no +power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the +chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him +who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and +knowing, peace rests nevermore. Fool that I was to plunge with such +unsanctioned phrensy into mysteries no man was meant to penetrate; fool or god +that he was - my only friend, who led me and went before me, and who in the +end passed into terrors which may yet be mine! + +We met, I recall, in a railway station, where he was the center of a crowd of the +vulgarly curious. He was unconscious, having fallen in a kind of convulsion +which imparted to his slight black-clad body a strange rigidity. I think he was +then approaching forty years of age, for there were deep lines in the face, wan +and hollow-cheeked, but oval and actually beautiful; and touches of gray in the +thick, waving hair and small full beard which had once been of the deepest raven +black. His brow was white as the marble of Pentelicus, and of a height and +breadth almost god-like. + +I said to myself, with all the ardor of a sculptor, that this man was a faun's statue +out of antique Hellas, dug from a temple's ruins and brought somehow to life in +our stifling age only to feel the chill and pressure of devastating years. And when +he opened his immense, sunken, and wildly luminous black eyes I knew he +would be thenceforth my only friend - the only friend of one who had never +possessed a friend before - for I saw that such eyes must have looked fully upon +the grandeur and the terror of realms beyond normal consciousness and reality; +realms which I had cherished in fancy, but vainly sought. So as I drove the +crowd away I told him he must come home with me and be my teacher and +leader in unfathomed mysteries, and he assented without speaking a word. +Afterward I found that his voice was music - the music of deep viols and of +crystalline spheres. We talked often in the night, and in the day, when I chiseled + + + + +busts of him and carved miniature heads in ivory to immortahze his different +expressions. + +Of our studies it is impossible to speak, since they held so slight a connection +with anything of the world as living men conceive it. They were of that vaster +and more appalling universe of dim entity and consciousness which lies deeper +than matter, time, and space, and whose existence we suspect only in certain +forms of sleep - those rare dreams beyond dreams which come never to common +men, and but once or twice in the lifetime of imaginative men. The cosmos of our +waking knowledge, born from such an universe as a bubble is born from the pipe +of a jester, touches it only as such a bubble may touch its sardonic source when +sucked back by the jester's whim. Men of learning suspect it little and ignore it +mostly. Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed. One +man with Oriental eyes has said that all time and space are relative, and men +have laughed. But even that man with Oriental eyes has done no more than +suspect. I had wished and tried to do more than suspect, and my friend had tried +and partly succeeded. Then we both tried together, and with exotic drugs +courted terrible and forbidden dreams in the tower studio chamber of the old +manor-house in hoary Kent. + +Among the agonies of these after days is that chief of torments - inarticulateness. +What I learned and saw in those hours of impious exploration can never be told - +for want of symbols or suggestions in any language. I say this because from first +to last our discoveries partook only of the nature of sensations; sensations +correlated with no impression which the nervous system of normal humanity is +capable of receiving. They were sensations, yet within them lay unbelievable +elements of time and space - things which at bottom possess no distinct and +definite existence. Human utterance can best convey the general character of our +experiences by calling them plungings or soarings; for in every period of +revelation some part of our minds broke boldly away from all that is real and +present, rushing aerially along shocking, unlighted, and fear-haunted abysses, +and occasionally tearing through certain well-marked and typical obstacles +describable only as viscous, uncouth clouds of vapors. + +In these black and bodiless flights we were sometimes alone and sometimes +together. When we were together, my friend was always far ahead; I could +comprehend his presence despite the absence of form by a species of pictorial +memory whereby his face appeared to me, golden from a strange light and +frightful with its weird beauty, its anomalously youthful cheeks, its burning +eyes, its Olympian brow, and its shadowing hair and growth of beard. + +Of the progress of time we kept no record, for time had become to us the merest +illusion. I know only that there must have been something very singular + + + + +involved, since we came at length to marvel why we did not grow old. Our +discourse was unholy, and always hideously ambitious - no god or daemon +could have aspired to discoveries and conquest like those which we planned in +whispers. I shiver as I speak of them, and dare not be explicit; though I will say +that my friend once wrote on paper a wish which he dared not utter with his +tongue, and which made me burn the paper and look affrightedly out of the +window at the spangled night sky. I will hint - only hint - that he had designs +which involved the rulership of the visible universe and more; designs whereby +the earth and the stars would move at his command, and the destinies of all +living things be his. I affirm - I swear - that I had no share in these extreme +aspirations. Anything my friend may have said or written to the contrary must +be erroneous, for I am no man of strength to risk the unmentionable spheres by +which alone one might achieve success. + +There was a night when winds from unknown spaces whirled us irresistibly into +limitless vacua beyond all thought and entity. Perceptions of the most +maddeningly untransmissible sort thronged upon us; perceptions of infinity +which at the time convulsed us with joy, yet which are now partly lost to my +memory and partly incapable of presentation to others. Viscous obstacles were +clawed through in rapid succession, and at length I felt that we had been borne +to realms of greater remoteness than any we had previously known. + +My friend was vastly in advance as we plunged into this awesome ocean of +virgin aether, and I could see the sinister exultation on his floating, luminous, +too-youthful memory-face. Suddenly that face became dim and quickly +disappeared, and in a brief space I found myself projected against an obstacle +which I could not penetrate. It was like the others, yet incalculably denser; a +sticky clammy mass, if such terms can be applied to analogous qualities in a non- +material sphere. + +I had, I felt, been halted by a barrier which my friend and leader had successfully +passed. Struggling anew, I came to the end of the drug-dream and opened my +physical eyes to the tower studio in whose opposite corner reclined the pallid +and still unconscious form of my fellow dreamer, weirdly haggard and wildly +beautiful as the moon shed gold-green light on his marble features. + +Then, after a short interval, the form in the corner stirred; and may pitying +heaven keep from my sight and sound another thing like that which took place +before me. I cannot tell you how he shrieked, or what vistas of unvisitable hells +gleamed for a second in black eyes crazed with fright. I can only say that I +fainted, and did not stir till he himself recovered and shook me in his phrensy for +someone to keep away the horror and desolation. + + + + +That was the end of our voluntary searchings in the caverns of dream. Awed, +shaken, and portentous, my friend who had been beyond the barrier warned me +that we must never venture within those realms again. What he had seen, he +dared not tell me; but he said from his wisdom that we must sleep as little as +possible, even if drugs were necessary to keep us awake. That he was right, I +soon learned from the unutterable fear which engulfed me whenever +consciousness lapsed. + +After each short and inevitable sleep I seemed older, whilst my friend aged with +a rapidity almost shocking. It is hideous to see wrinkles form and hair whiten +almost before one's eyes. Our mode of life was now totally altered. Heretofore a +recluse so far as I know - his true name and origin never having passed his lips - +my friend now became frantic in his fear of solitude. At night he would not be +alone, nor would the company of a few persons calm him. His sole relief was +obtained in revelry of the most general and boisterous sort; so that few +assemblies of the young and gay were unknown to us. + +Our appearance and age seemed to excite in most cases a ridicule which I keenly +resented, but which my friend considered a lesser evil than solitude. Especially +was he afraid to be out of doors alone when the stars were shining, and if forced +to this condition he would often glance furtively at the sky as if hunted by some +monstrous thing therein. He did not always glance at the same place in the sky - +it seemed to be a different place at different times. On spring evenings it would +be low in the northeast. In the summer it would be nearly overhead. In the +autumn it would be in the northwest. In winter it would be in the east, but +mostly if in the small hours of morning. + +Midwinter evenings seemed least dreadful to him. Only after two years did I +connect this fear with anything in particular; but then I began to see that he must +be looking at a special spot on the celestial vault whose position at different +times corresponded to the direction of his glance - a spot roughly marked by the +constellation Corona Borealis. + +We now had a studio in London, never separating, but never discussing the days +when we had sought to plumb the mysteries of the unreal world. We were aged +and weak from our drugs, dissipations, and nervous overstrain, and the thinning +hair and beard of my friend had become snow-white. Our freedom from long +sleep was surprising, for seldom did we succumb more than an hour or two at a +time to the shadow which had now grown so frightful a menace. + +Then came one January of fog and rain, when money ran low and drugs were +hard to buy. My statues and ivory heads were all sold, and I had no means to +purchase new materials, or energy to fashion them even had I possessed them. + + + + +We suffered terribly, and on a certain night my friend sank into a deep-breathing +sleep from which I could not awaken him. I can recall the scene now - the +desolate, pitch-black garret studio under the eaves with the rain beating down; +the ticking of our lone clock; the fancied ticking of our watches as they rested on +the dressing-table; the creaking of some swaying shutter in a remote part of the +house; certain distant city noises muffled by fog and space; and, worst of all, the +deep, steady, sinister breathing of my friend on the couch - a rhythmical +breathing which seemed to measure moments of supernal fear and agony for his +spirit as it wandered in spheres forbidden, unimagined, and hideously remote. + +The tension of my vigil became oppressive, and a wild train of trivial +impressions and associations thronged through my almost unhinged mind. I +heard a clock strike somewhere - not ours, for that was not a striking clock - and +my morbid fancy found in this a new starting-point for idle wanderings. Clocks - +time - space - infinity - and then my fancy reverted to the locale as I reflected that +even now, beyond the roof and the fog and the rain and the atmosphere. Corona +Borealis was rising in the northeast. Corona Borealis, which my friend had +appeared to dread, and whose scintillant semicircle of stars must even now be +glowing unseen through the measureless abysses of aether. All at once my +feverishly sensitive ears seemed to detect a new and wholly distinct component +in the soft medley of drug-magnified sounds - a low and damnably insistent +whine from very far away; droning, clamoring, mocking, calling, from the +northeast. + +But it was not that distant whine which robbed me of my faculties and set upon +my soul such a seal of fright as may never in life be removed; not that which +drew the shrieks and excited the convulsions which caused lodgers and police to +break down the door. It was not what I heard, but what I saw; for in that dark, +locked, shuttered, and curtained room there appeared from the black northeast +corner a shaft of horrible red-gold light - a shaft which bore with it no glow to +disperse the darkness, but which streamed only upon the recumbent head of the +troubled sleeper, bringing out in hideous duplication the luminous and strangely +youthful memory-face as I had known it in dreams of abysmal space and +unshackled time, when my friend had pushed behind the barrier to those secret, +innermost and forbidden caverns of nightmare. + +And as I looked, I beheld the head rise, the black, liquid, and deep-sunken eyes +open in terror, and the thin, shadowed lips part as if for a scream too frightful to +be uttered. There dwelt in that ghastly and flexible face, as it shone bodiless, +luminous, and rejuvenated in the blackness, more of stark, teeming, brain- +shattering fear than all the rest of heaven and earth has ever revealed to me. + + + + +No word was spoken amidst the distant sound that grew nearer and nearer, but +as I followed the memory- face's mad stare along that cursed shaft of light to its +source, the source whence also the whining came, I, too, saw for an instant what +it saw, and fell with ringing ears in that fit of shrieking epilepsy which brought +the lodgers and the police. Never could I tell, try as I might, what it actually was +that I saw; nor could the still face tell, for although it must have seen more than I +did, it will never speak again. But always I shall guard against the mocking and +insatiate Hypnos, lord of sleep, against the night sky, and against the mad +ambitions of knowledge and philosophy. + +Just what happened is unknown, for not only was my own mind unseated by the +strange and hideous thing, but others were tainted with a forgetfulness which +can mean nothing if not madness. They have said, I know not for what reason, +that I never had a friend; but that art, philosophy, and insanity had filled all my +tragic life. The lodgers and police on that night soothed me, and the doctor +administered something to quiet me, nor did anyone see what a nightmare event +had taken place. My stricken friend moved them to no pity, but what they found +on the couch in the studio made them give me a praise which sickened me, and +now a fame which I spurn in despair as I sit for hours, bald, gray-bearded, +shriveled, palsied, drug-crazed, and broken, adoring and praying to the object +they found. + +For they deny that I sold the last of my statuary, and point with ecstasy at the +thing which the shining shaft of light left cold, petrified, and unvocal. It is all that +remains of my friend; the friend who led me on to madness and wreckage; a +godlike head of such marble as only old Hellas could yield, young with the +youth that is outside time, and with beauteous bearded face, curved, smiling lips, +Olympian brow, and dense locks waving and poppy-crowned. They say that that +haunting memory-face is modeled from my own, as it was at twenty-five; but +upon the marble base is carven a single name in the letters of Attica - HYPNOS. + + + + +Ibid + +" . . .as Ibid says in his famous Lives of the Poets." + +- From a student theme. + +The erroneous idea that Ibid is the author of the Lives is so frequently met with, +even among those pretending to a degree of cuhure, that it is worth correcting. It +should be a matter of general knowledge that Cf. is responsible for this work. +Ibid's masterpiece, on the other hand, was the famous Op. Cit. wherein all the +significant undercurrents of Graeco-Roman expression were crystallised once for +all - and with admirable acuteness, notwithstanding the surprisingly late date at +which Ibid wrote. There is a false report - very commonly reproduced in modern +books prior to Von Schweinkopf's monumental Geschichte der Ostrogothen in +Italien - that Ibid was a Romanised Visigoth of Ataulf's horde who settled in +Placentia about 410 A. D. The contrary cannot be too strongly emphasised; for +Von Schweinkopf, and since his time Littlewitl and Betenoir,2 have shewn with +irrefutable force that this strikingly isolated figure was a genuine Roman - or at +least as genuine a Roman as that degenerate and mongrelised age could produce + +- of whom one might well say what Gibbon said of Boethius, "that he was the +last whom Cato or Tully could have acknowledged for their countryman." He +was, like Boethius and nearly all the eminent men of his age, of the great Anician +family, and traced his genealogy with much exactitude and self-satisfaction to all +the heroes of the republic. His full name - long and pompous according to the +custom of an age which had lost the trinomial simplicity of classic Roman +nomenclature - is stated by Von Schweinkopf3 to have been Caius Anicius +Magnus Furius Camillus Aemilianus Cornelius Valerius Pompeius Julius Ibidus; +though Littlewit4 rejects Aemilianus and adds Claudius Deciusfunianus; whilst +BetenoirS differs radically, giving the full name as Magnus Furius Camillus +Aurelius Antoninus Flavins Anicius Petronius Valentinianus Aegidus Ibidus. + +The eminent critic and biographer was born in the year 486, shortly after the +extinction of the Roman rule in Gaul by Clovis. Rome and Ravenna are rivals for +the honour of his birth, though it is certain that he received his rhetorical and +philosophical training in the schools of Athens - the extent of whose suppression +by Theodosius a century before is grossly exaggerated by the superficial. In 512, +under the benign rule of the Ostrogoth Theodoric, we behold him as a teacher of +rhetoric at Rome, and in 516 he held the consulship together with Pompilius +Numantius Bombastes Marcellinus Deodamnatus. Upon the death of Theodoric +in 526, Ibidus retired from public life to compose his celebrated work (whose +pure Ciceronian style is as remarkable a case of classic atavism as is the verse of +Claudius Claudianus, who flourished a century before Ibidus); but he was later + + + + +recalled to scenes of pomp to act as court rhetorician for Theodatus, nephew of +Theodoric. + +Upon the usurpation of Vitiges, Ibidus fell into disgrace and was for a time +imprisoned; but the coming of the Byzantine-Roman army under Belisarius soon +restored him to liberty and honours. Throughout the siege of Rome he served +bravely in the army of the defenders, and afterward followed the eagles of +Belisarius to Alba, Porto, and Centumcellae. After the Prankish siege of Milan, +Ibidus was chosen to accompany the learned Bishop Datius to Greece, and +resided with him at Corinth in the year 539. About 541 he removed to +Constantinopolis, where he received every mark of imperial favour both from +Justinianus and Justinus the Second. The Pmperors Tiberius and Maurice did +kindly honour to his old age, and contributed much to his immortality - +especially Maurice, whose delight it was to trace his ancestry to old Rome +notwithstanding his birth at Arabiscus, in Cappadocia. It was Maurice who, in +the poet's 101st year, secured the adoption of his work as a textbook in the +schools of the empire, an honour which proved a fatal tax on the aged +rhetorician's emotions, since he passed away peacefully at his home near the +church of St. Sophia on the sixth day before the Kalends of September, A. D. 587, +in the 102nd year of his age. + +His remains, notwithstanding the troubled state of Italy, were taken to Ravenna +for interment; but being interred in the suburb of Classe, were exhumed and +ridiculed by the Lombard Duke of Spoleto, who took his skull to King Autharis +for use as a wassail-bowl. Ibid's skull was proudly handed down from king to +king of the Lombard line. Upon the capture of Pavia by Charlemagne in 774, the +skull was seized from the tottering Desiderius and carried in the train of the +Prankish conqueror. It was from this vessel, indeed, that Pope Leo administered +the royal unction which made of the hero-nomad a Holy Roman Pmperor. +Charlemagne took Ibid's skull to his capital at Aix, soon after- ward presenting it +to his Saxon teacher Alcuin, upon whose death in 804 it was sent to Alcuin's +kinsfolk in Pngland. + +William the Conqueror, finding it in an abbey niche where the pious family of +Alcuin had placed it (believing it to be the skull of a saint6 who had miraculously +annihilated the Lombards by his prayers), did reverence to its osseous antiquity; +and even the rough soldiers of Cromwell, upon destroying Ballylough Abbey in +Ireland in 1650 (it having been secretly transported thither by a devout Papist in +1539, upon Henry VII's dissolution of the English monasteries), declined to offer +violence to a relic so venerable. + +It was captured by the private soldier Read-'em-and-Weep Hopkins, who not +long after traded it to Rest- in-Jehovah Stubbs for a quid of new Virginia weed. + + + + +Stubbs, upon sending forth his son Zerubbabel to seek his fortune in New +England in 1661 (for he thought ill of the Restoration atmosphere for a pious +young yeoman), gave him St. Ibid's - or rather Brother Ibid's, for he abhorred all +that was Popish - skull as a talisman. Upon landing in Salem Zerubbabel set it up +in his cupboard beside the chimney, he having built a modest house near the +town pump. However, he had not been wholly unaffected by the Restoration +influence; and having become addicted to gaming, lost the skull to one Epenetus +Dexter, a visiting freeman of Providence. + +It was in the house of Dexter, in the northern part of the town near the present +intersection of North Main and Olney Streets, on the occasion of Canonchet's +raid of March 30, 1676, during King Philip's War; and the astute sachem, +recognising it at once as a thing of singular venerableness and dignity, sent it as a +symbol of alliance to a faction of the Pequots in Connecticut with whom he was +negotiating. On April 4 he was captured by the colonists and soon after executed, +but the austere head of Ibid continued on its wanderings. + +The Pequots, enfeebled by a previous war, could give the now stricken +Narragansetts no assistance; and in 1680 a Dutch furtrader of Albany, Petrus van +Schaack, secured the distinguished cranium for the modest sum of two guilders, +he having recognised its value from the half-effaced inscription carved in +Lombardic minuscules (palaeography, it might be explained, was one of the +leading accomplishments of New-Netherland fur-traders of the seventeenth +century). + +From van Schaack, sad to say, the relic was stolen in 1683 by a French trader, +Jean Grenier, whose Popish zeal recognised the features of one whom he had +been taught at his mother's knee to revere as St. Ibide. Grenier, fired with +virtuous rage at the possession of this holy symbol by a Protestant, crushed van +Schaack's head one night with an axe and escaped to the north with his booty; +soon, however, being robbed and slain by the half-breed voyageur Michel +Savard, who took the skull - despite the illiteracy which prevented his +recognising it - to add to a collection of similar but more recent material. + +Upon his death in 1701 his half-breed son Pierre traded it among other things to +some emissaries of the Sacs and Foxes, and it was found outside the chief's tepee +a generation later by Charles de Langlade, founder of the trading post at Green +Bay, Wisconsin. De Langlade regarded this sacred object with proper veneration +and ransomed it at the expense of many glass beads; yet after his time it found +itself in many other hands, being traded to settlements at the head of Lake +Winnebago, to tribes around Lake Mendota, and finally, early in the nineteenth +century, to one Solomon Juneau, a Frenchman, at the new trading post of +Milwaukee on the Menominee River and the shore of Lake Michigan. + + + + +Later traded to Jacques Caboche, another settler, it was in 1850 lost in a game of +chess or poker to a newcomer named Hans Zimmerman; being used by him as a +beer-stein until one day, under the spell of its contents, he suffered it to roll from +his front stoop to the prairie path before his home - where, falling into the +burrow of a prairie-dog, it passed beyond his power of discovery or recovery +upon his awaking. + +So for generations did the sainted skull of Caius Anicius Magnus Furius +Camillus Aemilianus Cornelius Valerius Pompeius Julius Ibidus, consul of +Rome, favourite of emperors, and saint of the Romish church, lie hidden beneath +the soil of a growing town. At first worshipped with dark rites by the prairie- +dogs, who saw in it a deity sent from the upper world, it afterward fell into dire +neglect as the race of simple, artless burrowers succumbed before the onslaught +of the conquering Aryan. Sewers came, but they passed by it. Houses went up - +2303 of them, and more - and at last one fateful night a titan thing occurred. +Subtle Nature, convulsed with a spiritual ecstasy, like the froth of that region's +quondam beverage, laid low the lofty and heaved high the humble - and behold! +In the roseal dawn the burghers of Milwaukee rose to find a former prairie +turned to a highland! Vast and far-reaching was the great upheaval. Subterrene +arcana, hidden for years, came at last to the light. For there, full in the rifted +roadway, lay bleached and tranquil in bland, saintly, and consular pomp the +dome-like skull of Ibid! + +[Notes] + +1 Rome and Byzantium: A Study in Survival (Waukesha, 1869), Vol. XX, p. 598. 2 +Influences Romains clans le Moyen Age (Fond du Lac, 1877), Vol. XV, p. 720. +3Following Procopius, Goth, x.y.z. 4Following Jornandes, Codex Murat. xxj. +4144. 5After Pagi, 50-50. 6Not till the appearance of von Schweinkopf's work in +1797 were St. Ibid and the rhetorician properly re- identified. + + + + +Imprisoned with the Pharaos + +Written in March of 1924 + +Published in May of 1924 in Weird Tales + +Mystery attracts mystery. Ever since the wide appearance of my name as a +performer of unexplained feats, I have encountered strange narratives and events +which my calling has led people to link with my interests and activities. Some of +these have been trivial and irrelevant, some deeply dramatic and absorbing, +some productive of weird and perilous experiences and some involving me in +extensive scientific and historical research. Many of these matters I have told and +shall continue to tell very freely; but there is one of which I speak with great +reluctance, and which I am now relating only after a session of grilling +persuasion from the publishers of this magazine, who had heard vague rumors +of it from other members of my family. + +The hitherto guarded subject pertains to my non-professional visit to Egypt +fourteen years ago, and has been avoided by me for several reasons. For one +thing, I am averse to exploiting certain unmistakably actual facts and conditions +obviously unknown to the myriad tourists who throng about the pyramids and +apparently secreted with much diligence by the authorities at Cairo, who cannot +be wholly ignorant of them. For another thing, I dislike to recount an incident in +which my own fantastic imagination must have played so great a part. What I +saw - or thought I saw - certainly did not take place; but is rather to be viewed as +a result of my then recent readings in Egyptology, and of the speculations anent +this theme which my environment naturally prompted. These imaginative +stimuli, magnified by the excitement of an actual event terrible enough in itself, +undoubtedly gave rise to the culminating horror of that grotesque night so long +past. + +In January, 1910, I had finished a professional engagement in England and +signed a contract for a tour of Australian theatres. A liberal time being allowed +for the trip, I determined to make the most of it in the sort of travel which chiefly +interests me; so accompanied by my wife I drifted pleasantly down the Continent +and embarked at Marseilles on the P & O Steamer Malwa, bound for Port Said. +From that point I proposed to visit the principal historical localities of lower +Egypt before leaving finally for Australia. + +The voyage was an agreeable one, and enlivened by many of the amusing +incidents which befall a magical performer apart from his work. I had intended, +for the sake of quiet travel, to keep my name a secret; but was goaded into + + + + +betraying myself by a fellow-magician whose anxiety to astound the passengers +with ordinary tricks tempted me to duplicate and exceed his feats in a manner +quite destructive of my incognito. I mention this because of its ultimate effect - an +effect I should have foreseen before unmasking to a shipload of tourists about to +scatter throughout the Nile valley. What it did was to herald my identity +wherever I subsequently went, and deprive my wife and me of all the placid +inconspicuousness we had sought. Traveling to seek curiosities, I was often +forced to stand inspection as a sort of curiosity myself! + +We had come to Egypt in search of the picturesque and the mystically +impressive, but found little enough when the ship edged up to Port Said and +discharged its passengers in small boats. Low dunes of sand, bobbing buoys in +shallow water, and a drearily European small town with nothing of interest save +the great De Lesseps statue, made us anxious to get to something more worth +our while. After some discussion we decided to proceed at once to Cairo and the +Pyramids, later going to Alexandria for the Australian boat and for whatever +Greco-Roman sights that ancient metropolis might present. + +The railway journey was tolerable enough, and con sumed only four hours and a +half. We saw much of the Suez Canal, whose route we followed as far as +Ismailiya and later had a taste of Old Egypt in our glimpse of the restored fresh- +water canal of the Middle Empire. Then at last we saw Cairo glimmering +through the growing dusk; a winkling constellation which became a blaze as we +halted at the great Care Centrale. + +But once more disappointment awaited us, for all that we beheld was European +save the costumes and the crowds. A prosaic subway led to a square teeming +with carriages, taxicabs, and trolley-cars and gorgeous with electric lights +shining on tall buildings; whilst the very theatre where I was vainly requested to +play and which I later attended as a spectator, had recently been renamed the +'American Cosmograph'. We stopped at Shepheard's Hotel, reached in a taxi that +sped along broad, smartly built-up streets; and amidst the perfect service of its +restaurant, elevators and generally Anglo-American luxuries the mysterious East +and immemorial past seemed very far away. + +The next day, however, precipitated us delightfully into the heart of the Arabian +Nights atmosphere; and in the winding ways and exotic skyline of Cairo, the +Bagdad of Harun-al-Rashid seemed to live again. Guided by our Baedeker, we +had struck east past the Ezbekiyeh Gardens along the Mouski in quest of the +native quarter, and were soon in the hands of a clamorous cicerone who - +notwith standing later developments - was assuredly a master at his trade. + + + + +Not until afterward did I see that I should have applied at the hotel for a licensed +guide. This man, a shaven, peculiarly hollow-voiced and relatively cleanly fellow +who looked like a Pharaoh and called himself 'Abdul Reis el Drogman' appeared +to have much power over others of his kind; though subsequently the police +professed not to know him, and to suggest that reis is merely a name for any +person in authority, whilst 'Drogman' is obviously no more than a clumsy +modification of the word for a leader of tourist parties - dragoman. + +Abdul led us among such wonders as we had before only read and dreamed of. +Old Cairo is itself a story-book and a dream - labyrinths of narrow alleys +redolent of aromatic secrets; Arabesque balconies and oriels nearly meeting +above the cobbled streets; maelstroms of Oriental traffic with strange cries, +cracking whips, rattling carts, jingling money, and braying donkeys; +kaleidoscopes of polychrome robes, veils, turbans, and tarbushes; water-carriers +and dervishes, dogs and cats, soothsayers and barbers; and over all the whining +of blind beggars crouched in alcoves, and the sonorous chanting of muezzins +from minarets limned delicately against a sky of deep, unchanging blue. + +The roofed, quieter bazaars were hardly less alluring. Spice, perfume, incense +beads, rugs, silks, and brass - old Mahmoud Suleiman squats cross-legged +amidst his gummy bottles while chattering youths pulverize mustard in the +hoUowed-out capital of an ancient classic column - a Roman Corinthian, perhaps +from neighboring Heliopolis, where Augustus stationed one of his three +Egyptian legions. Antiquity begins to mingle with exoticism. And then the +mosques and the museum - we saw them all, and tried not to let our Arabian +revel succumb to the darker charm of Pharaonic Egypt which the museum's +priceless treasures offered. That was to be our climax, and for the present we +concentrated on the mediaeval Saracenic glories of the Califs whose magnificent +tomb-mosques form a glittering faery necropolis on the edge of the Arabian +Desert. + +At length Abdul took us along the Sharia Mohammed Ali to the ancient mosque +of Sultan Hassan, and the tower-flanked Babel-Azab, beyond which climbs the +steep-walled pass to the mighty citadel that Saladin himself built with the stones +of forgotten pyramids. It was sunset when we scaled that cliff, circled the +modern mosque of Mohammed Ali, and looked down from the dizzy parapet +over mystic Cairo - mystic Cairo all golden with its carven domes, its ethereal +minarets and its flaming gardens. + +Far over the city towered the great Roman dome of the new museum; and +beyond it - across the cryptic yellow Nile that is the mother of eons and dynasties +- lurked the menacing sands of the Libyan Desert, undulant and iridesc ent and +evil with older arcana. + + + + +The red sun sank low, bringing the relentless chill of Egyptian dusk; and as it +stood poised on the world's rim like that ancient god of Heliopolis - Re- +Harakhte, the Horizon-Sun - we saw silhouetted against its vermeil holocaust the +black outlines of the Pyramids of Gizeh - the palaeogean tombs there were hoary +with a thousand years when Tut-Ankh-Amen mounted his golden throne in +distant Thebes. Then we knew that we were done with Saracen Cairo, and that +we must taste the deeper mysteries of primal Egypt - the black Kem of Re and +Amen, Isis and Osiris. + +The next morning we visited the Pyramids, riding out in a Victoria across the +island of Chizereh with its massive lebbakh trees, and the smaller English bridge +to the western shore. Down the shore road we drove, between great rows of +lebbakhs and past the vast Zoological Gardens to the suburb of Gizeh, where a +new bridge to Cairo proper has since been built. Then, turning inland along the +Sharia-el-Haram, we crossed a region of glassy canals and shabby native villages +till before us loomed the objects of our quest, cleaving the mists of dawn and +forming inverted replicas in the roadside pools. Forty centuries, as Napoleon had +told his campaigners there, indeed looked down upon us. + +The road now rose abruptly, till we finally reached our place of transfer between +the trolley station and the Mena House Hotel. Abdul Reis, who capably +purchased our Pyramid tickets, seemed to have an understanding with the +crowding, yelling and offensive Bedouins who inhabited a squalid mud village +some distance away and pestiferously assailed every traveler; for he kept them +very decently at bay and secured an excellent pair of camels for us, himself +mounting a donkey and assigning the leadership of our animals to a group of +men and boys more expensive than useful. The area to be traversed was so small +that camels were hardly needed, but we did not regret adding to our experience +this troublesome form of desert navigation. + +The pyramids stand on a high rock plateau, this group forming next to the +northernmost of the series of regal and aristocratic cemeteries built in the +neighborhood of the extinct capital Memphis, which lay on the same side of the +Nile, somewhat south of Gizeh, and which flourished between 3400 and 2000 +B.C. The greatest pyramid, which lies nearest the modern road, was built by King +Cheops or Khufu about 2800 B.C., and stands more than 450 feet in +perpendicular height. In a line southwest from this are successively the Second +Pyramid, built a generation later by King Khephren, and though slightly smaller, +looking even larger because set on higher ground, and the radically smaller +Third Pyramid of King Mycerinus, built about 2700 B.C. Near the edge of the +plateau and due east of the Second Pyramid, with a face probably altered to form +a colossal portrait of Khephren, its royal restorer, stands the monstrous Sphinx - +mute, sardonic, and wise beyond mankind and memory. + + + + +Minor pyramids and the traces of ruined minor pyramids are found in several +places, and the whole plateau is pitted with the tombs of dignitaries of less than +royal rank. These latter were originally marked by mastabas, or stone bench- like +structures about the deep burial shafts, as found in other Memphian cemeteries +and exemplified by Perneb's Tomb in the Metropolitan Museum of New York. +At Gizeb, however, all such visible things have been swept away by time and +pillage; and only the rock-hewn shafts, either sand-filled or cleared out by +archaeologists, remain to attest their former existence. Connected with each tomb +was a chapel in which priests and relatives offered food and prayer to the +hovering ka or vital principle of the deceased. The small tombs have their +chapels contained in their stone mastabas or superstructures, but the mortuary +chapels of the pyramids, where regal Pharaohs lay, were separate temples, each +to the east of its corresponding pyramid, and connec ted by a causeway to a +massive gate-chapel or propylon at the edge of the rock plateau. + +The gate-chapel leading to the Second Pyramid, nearly buried in the drifting +sands, yawns subterraneously south-east of the Sphinx. Persistent tradition dubs +it the 'Temple of the Sphinx'; and it may perhaps be rightly called such if the +Sphinx indeed represents the Second Pyramid's builder Khephren. There are +unpleasant tales of the Sphinx before Khephren - but whatever its elder features +were, the monarch replaced them with his own that men might look at the +colossus without fear. + +It was in the great gateway-temple that the life-size diorite statue of Khephren +now in the Cairo museum was found; a statue before which I stood in awe when +I beheld it. Whether the whole edifice is now excavated I am not certain, but in +1910 most of it was below ground, with the entrance heavily barred at night. +Germans were in charge of the work, and the war or other things may have +stopped them. I would give much, in view of my experience and of certain +Bedouin whisperings discredited or unknown in Cairo, to know what has +developed in connection with a certain well in a transverse gallery where statues +of the Pharaoh were found in curious juxtaposition to the statues of baboons. + +The road, as we traversed it on our camels that morning, curved sharply past the +wooden police quarters, post office, drug store and shops on the left, and +plunged south and east in a complete bend that scaled the rock plateau and +brought us face to face with the desert under the lee of the Great Pyramid. Past +Cyclopean masonry we rode, rounding the eastern face and looking down ahead +into a valley of minor pyramids beyond which the eternal Nile glistened to the +east, and the eternal desert shimmered to the west. Very close loomed the three +major pyramids, the greatest devoid of outer casing and showing its bulk of +great stones, but the others retaining here and there the neatly fitted covering +which had made them smooth and finished in their day. + + + + +Presently we descended toward the Sphinx, and sat silent beneath the spell of +those terrible unseeing eyes. On the vast stone breast we faintly discerned the +emblem of Re-Harakhte, for whose image the Sphinx was mistaken in a late +dynasty; and though sand covered the tablet between the great paws, we recalled +what Thutmosis IV inscribed thereon, and the dream he had when a prince. It +was then that the smile of the Sphinx vaguely displeased us, and made us +wonder about the legends of subterranean pas sages beneath the monstrous +creature, leading down, down, to depths none might dare hint at - depths +connected with mysteries older than the dynastic Egypt we excavate, and having +a sinister relation to the persistence of abnormal, animal-headed gods in the +ancient Nilotic pantheon. Then, too, it was I asked myself in idle question whose +hideous significance was not to appear for many an hour. + +Other tourists now began to overtake us, and we moved on to the sand-choked +Temple of the Sphinx, fifty yards to the southeast, which I have previously +mentioned as the great gate of the causeway to the Second Pyramid's mortuary +chapel on the plateau. Most of it was still underground, and although we +dismounted and descended through a modern passageway to its alabaster +corridor and pillared hall, I felt that Adul and the local German attendant had +not shown us all there was to see. + +After this we made the conventional circuit of the pyramid plateau, examining +the Second Pyramid and the peculiar ruins of its mortuary chapel to the east, the +Third Pyramid and its miniature southern satellites and ruined eastern chapel, +the rock tombs and the honeycombings of the Fourth and Fifth dynasties, and the +famous Campbell's Tomb whose shadowy shaft sinks precipitously for fifty- +three feet to a sinister sarcophagus which one of our camel drivers divested of +the cumbering sand after a vertiginous descent by rope. + +Cries now assailed us from the Great Pyramid, where Bedouins were besieging a +party of tourists with offers of speed in the performance of solitary trips up and +down. Seven minutes is said to be the record for such an ascent and descent, but +many lusty sheiks and sons of sheiks assured us they could cut it to five if given +the requisite impetus of liberal baksheesh. They did not get this impetus, though +we did let Abdul take us up, thus obtaining a view of unprecedented +magnificence which included not only remote and glittering Cairo with its +crowned citadel back ground of gold-violet hills, but all the pyramids of the +Memphian district as well, from Abu Roash on the north to the Dashur on the +south. The Sakkara step-pyramid, which marks the evolution of the low mastaba +into the true pyramid, showed clearly and alluringly in the sandy distance. It is +close to this transition-monument that the famed :omb of Perneb was found - +more than four hundred miles orth of the Theban rock valley where Tut-Ankh- +Amen sleeps. Again I was forced to silence through sheer awe. The prospect of + + + + +such antiquity, and the secrets each hoary monument seemed to hold and brood +over, filled me with a reverence and sense of immensity nothing else ever gave +me. + +Fatigued by our climb, and disgusted with the importunate Bedouins whose +actions seemed to defy every rule of taste, we omitted the arduous detail of +entering the cramped interior passages of any of the pyramids, though we saw +several of the hardiest tourists preparing for the suffocating crawl through +Cheops' mightiest memorial. As we dismissed and overpaid our local bodyguard +and drove back to Cairo with Abdul Reis under the afternoon sun, we half +regretted the omission we had made. Such fascinating things were whispered +about lower pyramid pas sages not in the guide books; passages whose entrances +had been hastily blocked up and concealed by certain uncommunicative +archaeologists who had found and begun to explore them. + +Of course, this whispering was largely baseless on the face of it; but it was +curious to reflect how persistently visitors were forbidden to enter the Pyramids +at night, or to visit the lowest burrows and crypt of the Great Pyramid. Perhaps +in the latter case it was the psychological effect which was feared - the effect on +the visitor of feeling himself huddled down beneath a gigantic world of solid +masonry; joined to the life he has known by the merest tube, in which he may +only crawl, and which any accident or evil design might block. The whole subject +seemed so weird and alluring that we resolved to pay the pyramid plateau +another visit at the earliest possible opportun ity. For me this opportunity came +much earlier than I expected. + +That evening, the members of our party feeling some what tired after the +strenuous program of the day, I went alone with Abdul Reis for a walk through +the picturesque Arab quarter. Though I had seen it by day, I wished to study the +alleys and bazaars in the dusk, when rich shadows and mellow gleams of light +would add to their glamor and fantastic illusion. The native crowds were +thinning, but were still very noisy and numerous when we came upon a knot of +reveling Bedouins in the Suken-Nahhasin, or bazaar of the coppersmiths. Their +apparent leader, an insolent youth with heavy features and saucily cocked +tarbush, took some notice of us, and evidently recognized with no great +friendliness my competent but admittedly supercilious and sneeringly disposed +guide. + +Perhaps, I thought, he resented that odd reproduction of the Sphinx's half-smile +which I had often remarked with amused irritation; or perhaps he did not like +the hollow and sepulchral resonance of Abdul's voice. At any rate, the exchange +of ancestrally opprobrious language became very brisk; and before long Ali Ziz, +as I heard the stranger called when called by no worse name, began to pull + + + + +violently at Abdul's robe, an action quickly reciprocated and leading to a spirited +scuffle in which both combatants lost their sacredly cherished headgear and +would have reached an even direr condition had I not intervened and separated +them by main force. + +My interference, at first seemingly unwelcome on both sides, succeeded at last in +effecting a truce. Sullenly each belligerent composed his wrath and his attire, and +with an assumption of dignity as profound as it was sudden, the two formed a +curious pact of honor which I soon learned is a custom of great antiquity in Cairo +- a pact for the settle ment of their difference by means of a nocturnal fist fight +atop the Great Pyramid, long after the departure of the last moon light sightseer. +Each duelist was to assemble a party of seconds, and the affair was to begin at +midnight, proceeding by rounds in the most civilized possible fashion. + +In all this planning there was much which excited my interest. The fight itself +promised to be unique and spectacular, while the thought of the scene on that +hoary pile overlooking the antediluvian plateau of Gizeh under the wan moon of +the pallid small hours appealed to every fiber of imagination in me. A request +found Abdul exceedingly willing to admit me to his party of seconds; so that all +the rest of the early evening I accompanied him to various dens in the most +lawless regions of the town - mostly northeast of the Ezbekiyeh - where he +gathered one by one a select and formidable band of congenial cutthroats as his +pugilistic background. + +Shortly after nine our party, mounted on donkeys bearing such royal or tourist- +reminiscent names as 'Rameses,' 'Mark Twain,' 'J. P. Morgan,' and 'Minnehaha', +edged through street labyrinths both Oriental and Occidental, crossed the +muddy and mast-forested Nile by the bridge of the bronze lions, and cantered +philosophically between the lebbakhs on the road to Gizeh. Slightly over two +hours were consumed by the trip, toward the end of which we passed the last of +the returning tourists, saluted the last inbound trolley-car, and were alone with +the night and the past and the spectral moon. + +Then we saw the vast pyramids at the end of the avenue, ghoulish with a dim +atavistical menace which I had not seemed to notice in the daytime. Even the +smallest of them held a hint of the ghastly -for was it not in this that they had +buried Queen Nitocris alive in the Sixth Dynasty; subtle Queen Nitocris, who +once invited all her enemies to a feast in a temple below the Nile, and drowned +them by opening the water-gates? I recalled that the Arabs whisper things about +Nitocris, and shun the Third Pyramid at certain phases of the moon. It must have +been over her that Thomas Moore was brooding when he wrote a thing muttered +about by Memphian boatmen: + + + + +'The subterranean nymph that dwells + +'Mid sunless gems and glories hid + +The lady of the Pyramid!' + +Early as we were, Ali Ziz and his party were ahead of us; for we saw their +donkeys outlined against the desert plateau at Kafrel-Haram; toward which +squalid Arab settlement, close to the Sphinx, we had diverged instead of +following the regular road to the Mena House, where some of the sleepy, +inefficient police might have observed and halted us. Here, where filthy +Bedouins stabled camels and donkeys in the rock tombs of Khephren's courtiers, +we were led up the rocks and over the sand to the Great Pyramid, up whose +time-worn sides the Arabs swarmed eagerly, Abdul Reis offering me the +assistance I did not need. + +As most travelers know, the actual apex of this structure has long been worn +away, leaving a reasonably flat platform twelve yards square. On this eery +pinnacle a squared circle was formed, and in a few moments the sardonic desert +moon leered down upon a battle which, but for the quality of the ringside cries, +might well have occurred at some minor athletic club in America. As I watched +it, I felt that some of our less -desirable institutions were not lacking; for every +blow, feint, and defense bespoke 'stalling' to my not inexperienced eye. It was +quickly over, and despite my misgivings as to methods I felt a sort of proprietary +pride when Abdul Reis was adjudged the winner. + +Reconciliation was phenomenally rapid, and amidst the singing, fraternizing and +drinking that followed, I found it difficult to realize that a quarrel had ever +occurred. Oddly enough, I myself seemed to be more a center of notice than the +antagonists; and from my smattering of Arabic I judged that they were +discussing my professional performances and escapes from every sort of manacle +and confinement, in a manner which indicated not only a surprising knowledge +of me, but a distinct hostility and skepticism concerning my feats of escape. It +gradually dawned on me that the elder magic of Egypt did not depart without +leaving traces, and that fragments of a strange secret lore and priestly cult +practises have survived surreptitiously amongst the fella heen to such an extent +that the prowess of a strange hahwi or magician is resented and disputed. I +thought of how much my hollow-voiced guide Abdul Reis looked like an old +Egyptian priest or Pharaoh or smiling Sphinx . . . and wondered. + +Suddenly something happened which in a flash proved the correctness of my +reflections and made me curse the denseness whereby I had accepted this night's +events as other than the empty and malicious 'frame-up' they now showed +themselves to be. Without warning, and doubtless in answer to some subtle sign +from Abdul, the entire band of Bedouins precipitated itself upon me; and having + + + + +produced heavy ropes, soon had me bound as securely as I was ever bound in +the course of my Hfe, either on the stage or off. + +I struggled at first, but soon saw that one man could make no headway against a +band of over twenty sinewy barbarians. My hands were tied behind my back, my +knees bent to their fullest extent, and my wrists and ankles stoutly linked +together with unyielding cords. A stifling gag was forced into my mouth, and a +blindfold fastened tightly over my eyes. Then, as Arabs bore me aloft on their +shoulders and began a jouncing descent of the pyramid, I heard the taunts of my +late guide Abdul, who mocked and jeered delightedly in his hollow voice, and +assured me that I was soon to have my 'magic -powers' put to a supreme test - +which would quickly remove any egotism I might have gained through +triumphing over all the tests offered by America and Europe. Egypt, he +reminded me, is very old, and full of inner mysteries and antique powers not +even conceivable to the experts of today, whose devices had so uniformly failed +to entrap me. + +How far or in what direction I was carried, I cannot tell; for the circumstances +were all against the formation of any accurate judgment. I know, however, that it +could not have been a great distance; since my bearers at no point hastened +beyond a walk, yet kept me aloft a surprisingly short time. It is this perplexing +brevity which makes me feel almost like shuddering whenever I think of Gizeh +and its plateau - for one is oppressed by hints of the closeness to everyday tourist +routes of what existed then and must exist still. + +The evil abnormality I speak of did not become manifest at first. Setting me +down on a surface which I recognized as sand rather than rock, my captors +passed a rope around my chest and dragged me a few feet to a ragged opening in +the ground, into which they presently lowered me with much rough handling. +For apparent eons I bumped against the stony irregular sides of a narrow hewn +well which I took to be one of the numerous burial-shafts of the plateau until the +prodigious, almost incredible depth of it robbed me of all bases of conjecture. + +The horror of the experience deepened with every dragging second. That any +descent through the sheer solid rock could be so vast without reaching the core +of the planet itself, or that any rope made by man could be so long as to dangle +me in these unholy and seemingly fathomless pro fundities of nether earth, were +beliefs of such grotesqueness that it was easier to doubt my agitated senses than +to accept them. Even now I am uncertain, for I know how deceitful the sense of +time becomes when one is removed or distorted. But I am quite sure that I +preserved a logical consciousness that far; that at least I did not add any +fullgrown phantoms of imagination to a picture hideous enough in its reality, +and explicable by a type of cerebral illusion vastly short of actual hallucination. + + + + +All this was not the cause of my first bit of fainting. The shocking ordeal was +cumulative, and the beginning of the later terrors was a very perceptible increase +in my rate of descent. They were paying out that infinitely long rope very swiftly +now, and I scraped cruelly against the rough and constricted sides of the shaft as +I shot madly downward. My clothing was in tatters, and I felt the trickle of blood +all over, even above the mounting and excruciating pain. My nostrils, too, were +assailed by a scarcely definable menace: a creeping odor of damp and staleness +curiously unlike anything I had ever smelled before, and having faint overtones +of spice and incense that lent an element of mockery. + +Then the mental cataclysm came. It was horrible - hideous beyond all articulate +description because it was all of the soul, with nothing of detail to describe. It +was the ecstasy of nightmare and the summation of the fiendish. The suddenness +of it was apocalyptic and demoniac - one moment I was plunging agonizingly +down that narrow well of million-toothed torture, yet the next moment I was +soaring on bat-wings in the gulfs of hell; swinging free and swooping through +illimitable miles of boundless, musty space; rising dizzily to measureless +pinnacles of chilling ether, then diving gaspingly to sucking nadirs of ravenous, +nauseous lower vacua ... Thank God for the mercy that shut out in oblivion +those clawing Furies of consciousness which half unhinged my faculties, and tore +harpy-like at my spirit! That one respite, short as it was, gave me the strength +and sanity to endure those still greater sublima tions of cosmic panic that lurked +and gibbered on the road ahead. + + +It was very gradually that I regained my senses after that eldritch flight through +Stygian space. The process was infinitely painful, and colored by fantastic +dreams in which my bound and gagged condition found singular embodiment. +The precise nature of these dreams was very clear while I was experiencing +them, but became blurred in my recollection almost immediately afterward, and +was soon reduced to the merest outline by the terrible events - real or imaginary - +which followed. I dreamed that I was in the grasp of a great and horrible paw; a +yellow, hairy, five- clawed paw which had reached out of the earth to crush and +engulf me. And when I stopped to reflect what the paw was, it seemed to me that +it was Egypt. In the dream I looked back at the events of the preceding weeks, +and saw myself lured and enmeshed little by little, subtly and insidiously, by +some hellish ghoul-spirit of the elder Nile sorcery; some spirit that was in Egypt +before ever man was, and that will be when man is no more. + +I saw the horror and unwholesome antiquity of Egypt, and the grisly alliance it +has always had with the tombs and temples of the dead. I saw phantom +processions of priests with the heads of bulls, falcons, cats, and ibises; phantom +processions marching interminably through subterraneous labyrinths and + + + + +avenues of titanic propylaea beside which a man is as a fly, and offering +unnamable sacrifice to indescribable gods. Stone colossi marched in endless +night and drove herds of grinning androsphinxes down to the shores of +illimitable stagnant rivers of pitch. And behind it all I saw the ineffable malignity +of primordial necromancy, black and amorphous, and fumbling greedily after +me in the darkness to choke out the spirit that had dared to mock it by +emulation. + +In my sleeping brain there took shape a melodrama of sinister hatred and +pursuit, and I saw the black soul of Egypt singling me out and calling me in +inaudible whispers; calling and luring me, leading me on with the glitter and +glamor of a Saracenic surface, but ever pulling me down to the age-mad +catacombs and horrors of its dead and abysmal pharaonic heart. + +Then the dream faces took on human resemblances, and I saw my guide Abdul +Reis in the robes of a king, with the sneer of the Sphinx on his features. And I +knew that those features were the features of Khephren the Great, who raised the +Second Pyramid, carved over the Sphinx's face in the likeness of his own and +built that titanic gateway temple whose myriad corridors the archaeologists +think they have dug out of the cryptical sand and the uninformative rock. And I +looked at the long, lean rigid hand of Khephren; the long, lean, rigid hand as I +had seen it on the diorite statue in the Cairo Museum - the statue they had found +in the terrible gateway temple - and wondered that I had not shrieked when I +saw it on Abdul Reis... That hand! It was hideously cold, and it was crushing +me; it was the cold and cramping of the sarcophagus . . . the chill and constriction +of unrememberable Egypt... It was nighted, necropolitan Egypt itself.., that +yellow paw. .. and they whisper such things of Khephren. . . + +But at this juncture I began to wake - or at least, to assume a condition less +completely that of sleep than the one just preceding. I recalled the fight atop the +pyramid, the treacherous Bedouins and their attack, my frightful descent by rope +through endless rock depths, and my mad swinging and plunging in a chill void +redolent of aromatic putrescence. I perceived that I now lay on a damp rock +floor, and that my bonds were still biting into me with unloosened force. It was +very cold, and I seemed to detect a faint current of noisome air sweeping across +me. The cuts and bruises I had received from the jagged sides of the rock shaft +were paining me woefully, their soreness enhanced to a stinging or burning +acuteness by some pungent quality in the faint draft, and the mere act of rolling +over was enough to set my whole frame throbbing with untold agony. + +As I turned I felt a tug from above, and concluded that the rope whereby I was +lowered still reached to the surface. Whether or not the Arabs still held it, I had +no idea; nor had I any idea how far within the earth I was. I knew that the + + + + +darkness around me was wholly or nearly total, since no ray of moonlight +penetrated my blindfold; but I did not trust my senses enough to accept as +evidence of extreme depth the sensation of vast duration which had +characterized my descent. + +Knowing at least that I was in a space of considerable extent reached from the +above surface directly by an opening in the rock, I doubtfully conjectured that +my prison was perhaps the buried gateway chapel of old Khephren - the Temple +of the Sphinx - perhaps some inner corridors which the guides had not shown +me during my morning visit, and from which I might easily escape if I could find +my way to the barred entrance. It would be a labyrinthine wandering, but no +worse than others out of which I had in the past found my way. + +The first step was to get free of my bonds, gag, and blindfold; and this I knew +would be no great task, since subtler experts than these Arabs had tried every +known species of fetter upon me during my long and varied career as an +exponent of escape, yet had never succeeded in defeating my methods. + +Then it occurred to me that the Arabs might be ready to meet and attack me at +the entrance upon any evidence of my probable escape from the binding cords, +as would be furnished by any decided agitation of the rope which they probably +held. This, of course, was taking for granted that my place of confinement was +indeed Khephren's Temple of the Sphinx. The direct opening in the roof, +wherever it might lurk, could not be beyond easy reach of the ordinary modern +entrance near the Sphinx; if in truth it were any great distance at all on the +surface, since the total area known to visitors is not at all enormous. I had not +noticed any such opening during my daytime pilgrimage, but knew that these +things are easily overlooked amidst the drifting sands. + +Thinking these matters over as I lay bent and bound on the rock floor, I nearly +forgot the horrors of abysmal descent and cavernous swinging which had so +lately reduced me to a coma. My present thought was only to outwit the Arabs, +and I accordingly determined to work myself free as quickly as possible, +avoiding any tug on the descending line which might betray an effective or even +problematical attempt at freedom. + +This, however, was more easily determined than effected. A few preliminary +trials made it clear that little could be accomplished without considerable +motion; and it did not surprise me when, after one especially energetic struggle, I +began to feel the coils of falling rope as they piled up about me and upon me. +Obviously, I thought, the Bedouins had felt my movements and released their +end of the rope; hastening no doubt to the temple's true entrance to lie +murderously in wait for me. + + + + +The prospect was not pleasing - but I had faced worse in my time without +flinching, and would not flinch now. At present I must first of all free myself of +bonds, then trust to ingenuity to escape from the temple unharmed. It is curious +how implicitly I had come to believe myself in the old temple of Khephren beside +the Sphinx, only a short dis tance below the ground. + +That belief was shattered, and every pristine apprehen sion of preternattiral +depth and demoniac mystery revived, by a circumstance which grew in horror +and significance even as I formulated my philosophical plan. I have said that the +falling rope was piling up about and upon me. Now I saw that it was continuing +to pile, as no rope of normal length could possibly do. It gained in momentum +and became an avalanche of hemp, accumulating moun tainously on the floor +and half burying me beneath its swiftly multiplying coils. Soon I was completely +engulfed and gasping for breath as the increasing convolutions submerged and +stifled me. + +My senses tottered again, and I vaguely tried to fight off a menace desperate and +ineluctable. It was not merely that I was tortured beyond human endurance - not +merely that life and breath seemed to be crushed slowly out of me - it was the +knowledge of what those unnatural lengths of rope implied, and the +consciousness of what unknown and incalculable gulfs of inner earth must at this +moment be surrounding me. My endless descent and swinging flight through +goblin space, then, must have been real, and even now I must be lying helpless in +some nameless cavern world toward the core of the planet. Such a sudden +confirmation of ultimate horror was insupportable, and a second time I lapsed +into merciful oblivion. + +When I say oblivion, I do not imply that I was free from dreams. On the contrary, +my absence from the conscious world was marked by visions of the most +unutterable hideousness. God! ... If only I had not read so much Egyptology +before coming to this land which is the fountain of all darkness and terror! This +second spell of fainting filled my sleeping mind anew with shivering realization +of the country and its archaic secrets, and through some damnable chance my +dreams turned to the ancient notions of the dead and their sojournings in soul +and body beyond those mysterious tombs which were more houses than graves. +I recalled, in dream-shapes which it is well that I do not remember, the peculiar +and elaborate construction of Egyptian sepulchers; and the exceedingly singular +and terrific doctrines which determined this construction. + +All these people thought of was death and the dead. They conceived of a literal +resurrection of the body which made them mummify it with desperate care, and +preserve all the vital organs in canopic jars near the corpse; whilst besides the +body they believed in two other elements, the soul, which after its weighing and + + + + +approval by Osiris dwelt in the land of the blest, and the obscure and portentous +ka or life-principle which wandered about the upper and lower worlds in a +horrible way, demanding occasional access to the preserved body, consuming +the food offerings brought by priests and pious relatives to the mortuary chapel, +and sometimes - as men whispered - taking its body or the wooden double +always buried beside it and stalking noxiously abroad on errands peculiarly +repellent. + +For thousands of years those bodies rested gorgeously encased and staring +glassily upward when not visited by the ka, awaiting the day when Osiris should +restore both ka and soul, and lead forth the stiff legions of the dead from the +sunken houses of sleep. It was to have been a glorious rebirth - but not all souls +were approved, nor were all tombs inviolate, so that certain grotesque mistakes +and fiendish abnormalities were to be looked for. Even today the Arabs murmur +of unsanctified convocations and unwholesome worship in forgotten nether +abysses, which only winged invisible kas and soulless mummies may visit and +return unscathed. + +Perhaps the most leeringly blood-congealing legends are those which relate to +certain perverse products of decadent priestcraft - composite mummies made by +the artificial union of human trunks and limbs with the heads of animals in +imitation of the elder gods. At all stages of history the sacred animals were +mummified, so that consecrated bulls, cats, ibises, crocodiles and the like might +return some day to greater glory. But only in the decadence did they mix the +human and the animal in the same mummy - only in the decadence, when they +did not understand the rights and prerogatives of the ka and the soul. + +What happened to those composite mummies is not told of- at least publicly - +and it is certain that no Egyptologist ever found one. The whispers of Arabs are +very wild, and cannot be relied upon. They even hint that old Khephren - he of +the Sphinx, the Second Pyramid and the yawning gateway temple - lives far +underground wedded to the ghoul-queen Nitocris and ruling over the mummies +that are neither of man nor of beast. + +It was of these - of Khephren and his consort and his strange armies of the hybrid +dead - that I dreamed, and that is why I am glad the exact dream-shapes have +faded from my memory. My most horrible vision was connected with an idle +question I had asked myself the day before when looking at the great carven +riddle of the desert and wondering with what unknown depth the temple close +to it might be secretly connected. That question, so innocent and whimsical then, +assumed in my dream a meaning of frenetic and hysterical madness ... what +huge and loathsome abnormality was the Sphinx originally carven to represent? + + + + +My second awakening - if awakening it was - is a memory of stark hideousness +which nothing else in my Hfe - save one thing which came after - can parallel; +and that life has been full and adventurous beyond most men's. Remember that I +had lost consciousness whilst buried beneath a cascade of falling rope whose +immensity revealed the cataclysmic depth of my present position. Now, as +perception returned, I felt the entire weight gone; and realized upon rolling over +that although I was still tied, gagged and blindfolded, some agency had removed +completely the suffocating hempen landslide which had overwhelmed me. The +significance of this condition, of course, came to me only gradually; but even so I +think it would have brought unconsciousness again had I not by this time +reached such a state of emotional exhaustion that no new horror could make +much difference. I was alone. . . with what? + +Before I could torture myself with any new reflection, or make any fresh effort to +escape from my bonds, an additional circumstance became manifest. Pains not +formerly felt were racking my arms and legs, and I seemed coated with a +profusion of dried blood beyond anything my former cuts and abrasions could +furnish. My chest, too, seemed pierced by a hundred wounds, as though some +malign, titanic ibis had been pecking at it. Assuredly the agency which had +removed the rope was a hostile one, and had begun to wreak terrible injuries +upon me when somehow impelled to desist. Yet at the same time my sensations +were distinctly the reverse of what one might expect. Instead of sinking into a +bottomless pit of despair, I was stirred to a new courage and action; for now I felt +that the evil forces were physical things which a fearless man might encounter on +an even basis. + +On the strength of this thought I tugged again at my bonds, and used all the art +of a lifetime to free myself as I had so often done amidst the glare of lights and +the applause of vast crowds. The familiar details of my escaping process +commenced to engross me, and now that the long rope was gone I half regained +my belief that the supreme horrors were hallucinations after all, and that there +had never been any terrible shaft, measureless abyss or interminable rope. Was I +after all in the gateway temple of Khephren beside the Sphinx, and had the +sneaking Arabs stolen in to torture me as I lay helpless there? At any rate, I must +be free. Let me stand up unbound, ungagged, and with eyes open to catch any +glimmer of light which might come trickling from any source, and I could +actually delight in the combat against evil and treacherous foes! + +How long I took in shaking off my encumbrances I cannot tell. It must have been +longer than in my exhibition performances, because I was wounded, exhausted, +and enervated by the experiences I had passed through. When I was finally free, +and taking deep breaths of a chill, damp, evilly spiced air all the more horrible +when encountered without the screen of gag and blindfold edges, I found that I + + + + +was too cramped and fatigued to move at once. There I lay, trying to stretch a +frame bent and mangled, for an indefinite period, and straining my eyes to catch +a glimpse of some ray of light which would give a hint as to my position. + +By degrees my strength and flexibility returned, but my eyes beheld nothing. As +I staggered to my feet I peered diligently in every direction, yet met only an +ebony blackness as great as that I had known when blindfolded. I tried my legs, +blood-encrusted beneath my shredded trousers, and found that I could walk; yet +could not decide in what direction to go. Obviously I ought not to walk at +random, and perhaps retreat directly from the entrance I sought; so I paused to +note the difference of the cold, fetid, natron-scented air-current which I had +never ceased to feel. Accepting the point of its source as the possible entrance to +the abyss, I strove to keep track of this landmark and to walk consistently toward +it. + +I had a match-box with me, and even a small electric flashlight; but of course the +pockets of my tossed and tattered clothing were long since emptied of all heavy +articles. As I walked cautiously in the blackness, the draft grew stronger and +more offensive, till at length I could regard it as nothing less than a tangible +stream of detestable vapor pouring out of some aperture like the smoke of the +genie from the fisherman's jar in the Eastern tale. The East . . . Egypt . . . truly, this +dark cradle of civilization was ever the wellspring of horrors and marvels +unspeakable! + +The more I reflected on the nature of this cavern wind, the greater my sense of +disquiet became; for although despite its odor I had sought its source as at least +an indirect clue to the outer world, I now saw plainly that this foul emanation +could have no admixture or connection whatsoever with the clean air of the +Libyan Desert, but must be essentially a thing vomited from sinister gulfs still +lower down. I had, then, been walking in the wrong direction! + +After a moment's reflection I decided not to retrace my steps. Away from the +draft I would have no landmarks, for the roughly level rock floor was devoid of +distinctive configurations. If, however, I followed up the strange current, I would +undoubtedly arrive at an aperture of some sort, from whose gate I could perhaps +work round the walls to the opposite side of this Cyclopean and otherwise +unnavigable hall. That I might fail, I well realized. I saw that this was no part of +Khephren's gateway temple which tourists know, and it struck me that this +particular hall might be unknown even to archaeologists, and merely stumbled +upon by the inquisitive and malignant Arabs who had imprisoned me. If so, was +there any present gate of escape to the known parts or to the outer air? + + + + +What evidence, indeed, did I now possess that this was the gateway temple at +all? For a moment all my wildest speculations rushed back upon me, 'and I +thought of that vivid melange of impressions - descent, suspension in space, the +rope, my wounds, and the dreams that were frankly dreams. Was this the end of +life for me? Or indeed, would it be merciful if this moment were the end? I could +answer none of my own questions, but merely kept on, till Fate for a third time +reduced me to oblivion. + +This time there were no dreams, for the suddenness of the incident shocked me +out of all thought either conscious or subconscious. Tripping on an unexpected +descending step at a point where the offensive draft became strong enough to +offer an actual physical resistance, I was precipitated headlong down a black +flight of huge stone stairs into a gulf of hideousness unrelieved. + +That I ever breathed again is a tribute to the inherent vitality of the healthy +human organism. Often I look back to that night and feel a touch of actual humor +in those repeated lapses of consciousness; lapses whose succession reminded me +at the time of nothing more than the crude cinema melodramas of that period. Of +course, it is possible that the repeated lapses never occurred; and that all the +features of that underground nightmare were merely the dreams of one long +coma which began with the shock of my descent into that abyss and ended with +the healing balm of the outer air and of the rising sun which found me stretched +on the sands of Gizeh before the sardonic and dawn-flushed face of the Great +Sphinx. + +I prefer to believe this latter explanation as much as I can, hence was glad when +the police told me that the barrier to Krephren's gateway temple had been found +unfastened, and that a sizeable rift to the surface did actually exist in one corner +of the still buried part. I was glad, too, when the doctors pronounced my wounds +only those to be expected from my seizure, blindfolding, lowering, struggling +with bonds, falling some distance - perhaps into a depression in the temple's +inner gallery - dragging myself to the outer barrier and escaping from it, and +experiences like that.., a very soothing diagnosis. And yet I know that there must +be more than appears on the surface. That extreme descent is too vivid a memory +to be dismissed - and it is odd that no one has ever been able to find a man +answering the description of my guide, Abdul Reis el Drogman- the tomb- +throated guide who looked and smiled like King Khephren. + +I have digressed from my connected narrative - perhaps in the vain hope of +evading the telling of that final incident; that incident which of all is most +certainly an hallucination. But I promised to relate it, and I do not break +promises. When I recovered - or seemed to recover - my senses after that fall +down the black stone stairs, I was quite as alone and in darkness as before. The + + + + +windy stench, bad enough before, was now fiendish; yet I had acquired enough +famiharity by this time to bear it stoically. Dazedly I began to crawl away from +the place whence the putrid wind came, and with my bleeding hands felt the +colossal blocks of a mighty pavement. Once my head struck against a hard +object, and when I felt of it I learned that it was the base of a column - a column +of unbelievable immensity - whose surface was covered with gigantic chiseled +hieroglyphics very perceptible to my touch. + +Crawling on, I encountered other titan columns at incomprehensible distances +apart; when suddenly my attention was captured by the realization of something +which must have been impinging on my subconscious hearing long before the +conscious sense was aware of it. + +From some still lower chasm in earth's bowels were proceeding certain sounds, +measured and definite, and like nothing I had ever heard before. That they were +very ancient and distinctly ceremonial I felt almost intuitively; and much reading +in Egyptology led me to associate them with the flute, the sambuke, the sistrum, +and the tympa num. In their rhythmic piping, droning, rattling and beat ing I felt +an element of terror beyond all the known terrors of earth - a terror peculiarly +dissociated from personal fear, and taking the form of a sort of objective pity for +our planet, that it should hold within its depths such horrors as must lie beyond +these aegipanic cacophonies. The sounds increased in volume, and I felt that they +were approaching. Then - and may all the gods of all pantheons unite to keep the +like from my ears again - I began to hear, faintly and afar off, the morbid and +millennial tramping of the marching things. + +It was hideous that footfalls so dissimilar should move in such perfect rhythm. +The training of unhallowed thousands of years must lie behind that march of +earth's inmost monstrosities ... padding, clicking, walking, stalking, rumbling, +lumbering, crawling.. . and all to the abhorrent discords of those mocking +instruments. And then - God keep the memory of those Arab legends out of my + +head! - the mummies without souls ... the meeting-place of the wandering + +the hordes of the devil-cursed pharaonic dead of forty centuries.. . the composite +mummies led through the uttermost onyx voids by King Khephren and his +ghoul-queen Nitocris . . . + +The tramping drew nearer - Heaven save me from the sound of those feet and +paws and hooves and pads and talons as it commenced to acquire detail! Down +limitless reaches of sunless pavement a spark of light flickered in the malodorous +wind and I drew behind the enormous circumference of a Cyclopic column that I +might escape for a while the horror that was stalking million-footed toward me +through gigantic hypostyles of inhuman dread and phobic antiquity. The flickers +increased, and the tramping and dissonant rhythm grew sickeningly loud. In the + + + + +quivering orange light there stood faintly forth a scene of such stony awe that I +gasped from sheer wonder that conquered even fear and repulsion. Bases of +columns whose middles were higher than human sight. . . mere bases of things +that must each dwarf the Eiffel Tower to insignificance . . . hieroglyphics carved +by unthinkable hands in caverns where daylight can be only a remote legend. . . + +I would not look at the marching things. That I desperately resolved as I heard +their creaking joints and nitrous wheezing above the dead music and the dead +tramping. It was merciful that they did not speak... but God! their crazy torches +began to cast shadows on the surface of those stupendous columns. +Hippopotami should not have human hands and carzy torches. . . men should not +have the heads of crocodiles. . . + +I tried to turn away, but the shadows and the sounds and the stench were +everywhere. Then I remembered something I used to do in half-conscious +nightmares as a boy, and began to repeat to myself, 'This is a dream! This is a +dream!' But it was of no use, and I could only shut my eyes and pray ... at least, +that is what I think I did, for one is never sure in visions - and I know this can +have been nothing more. I wondered whether I should ever reach the world +again, and at times would furtively open my eyes to see if I could discern any +feature of the place other than the wind of spiced putrefaction, the topless +columns, and the thaumatropically grotesque shadows of abnormal horror. The +sputtering glare of multiplying torches now shone, and unless this hellish place +were wholly without walls, I could not fail to see some boundary or fixed +landmark soon. But I had to shut my eyes again when I realized how many of the +things were assembling - and when I glimpsed a certain object walking solemnly +and steadily without any body above the waist. + +A fiendish and ululant corpse-gurgle or death-rattle now split the very +atmosphere - the charnel atmosphere poisonous with naftha and bitumen blasts - +in one concerted chorus from the ghoulish legion of hybrid blasphemies. My +eyes, perversely shaken open, gazed for an instant upon a sight which no human +creature could even imagine without panic, fear and physical exhaustion. The +things had filed ceremonially in one direction, the direction of the noisome wind, +where the light of their torches showed their bended heads - or the bended heads +of such as had heads. They were worshipping before a great black fetor-belching +aperture which reached up almost out of sight, -and which I could see was +flanked at right angles by two giant staircases whose ends were far away in +shadow. One of these was indubitably the staircase I had fallen down. + +The dimensions of the hole were fully in proportion with those of the columns - +an ordinary house would have been lost in it, and any average public building +could easily have been moved in and out. It was so vast a surface that only by + + + + +moving the eye could one trace its boundaries.. . so vast, so hideously black, and +so aromatically stinking . .. Directly in front of this yawning Polyphemus-door +the things were throwing objects - evidently sacrifices or religious offerings, to +judge by their gestures. Khephren was their leader; sneering King Khephren or +the guide Abdul Reis, crowned with a golden pshent and intoning endless +formulae with the hollow voice of the dead. By his side knelt beautiful Queen +Nitocris, whom I saw in profile for a moment, noting that the right half of her +face was eaten away by rats or other ghouls. And I shut my eyes again when I +saw what objects were being thrown as offerings to the fetid aperture or its +possible local deity. + +It occurred to me that, judging from the elaborateness of this worship, the +concealed deity must be one of considerable importance. Was it Osiris or Isis, +Horus or Anubis, or some vast unknown God of the Dead still more central and +supreme? There is a legend that terrible altars and colossi were reared to an +Unknown One before ever the known gods were worshipped. . . + +And now, as I steeled myself to watch the rapt and sepulchral adorations of +those nameless things, a thought of escape flashed upon me. The hall was dim, +and the columns heavy with shadow. With every creature of that nightmare +throng absorbed in shocking raptures, it might be barely possible for me to creep +past to the far-away end of one of the staircases and ascend unseen; trusting to +Fate and skill to deliver me from the upper reaches. Where I was, I neither knew +nor seriously reflected upon - and for a + +moment it struck me as amusing to plan a serious escape from that which I knew +to be a dream. Was I in some hidden and unsuspected lower realm of +Khephren' s gateway temple - that temple which generations have persis tently +called the Temple of the Sphinx? I could not conjecture, but I resolved to ascend +to life and consciousness if wit and muscle could carry me. + +Wriggling flat on my stomach, I began the anxious journey toward the foot of the +left-hand staircase, which seemed the more accessible of the two. I cannot +describe the incidents and sensations of that crawl, but they may be guessed +when one reflects on what I had to watch steadily in that malign, wind-blown +torchlight in order to avoid detection. The bottom of the staircase was, as I have +said, far away in shadow, as it had to be to rise without a bend to the dizzy +parapeted landing above the titanic aperture. This placed the last stages of my +crawl at some distance from the noisome herd, though the spectacle chilled me +even when quite remote at my right. + +At length I succeeded in reaching the steps and began to climb; keeping close to +the wall, on which I observed decorations of the most hideous sort, and relying + + + + +for safety on the absorbed, ecstatic interest with which the monstrosities watched +the foul-breezed aperture and the impious objects of nourishment they had flung +on the pavement before it. Though the staircase was huge and steep, fashioned of +vast porphyry blocks as if for the feet of a giant, the ascent seemed virtually +interminable. Dread of discovery and the pain which renewed exercise had +brought to my wounds combined to make that upward crawl a thing of +agonizing memory. I had intended, on reaching the landing, to climb +immediately onward along whatever upper staircase might mount from there; +stopping for no last look at the carrion abominations that pawed and genuflected +some seventy or eighty feet below - yet a sudden repetition of that thunderous +corpse-gurgle and death-rattle chorus, coming as I had nearly gained the top of +the flight and showing by its ceremonial rhythm that it was not an alarm of my +discovery, caused me to pause and peer cautiously over the parapet. + +The monstrosities were hailing something which had poked itself out of the +nauseous aperture to seize the hellish fare proffered it. It was something quite +ponderous, even as seen from my height; something yellowish and hairy, and +endowed with a sort of nervous motion. It was as large, perhaps, as a good-sized +hippopotamus, but very curiously shaped. It seemed to have no neck, but five +separate shaggy heads springing in a row from a roughly cylindrical trunk; the +first very small, the second good-sized, the third and fourth equal and largest of +all, and the fifth rather small, though not so small as the first. + +Out of these heads darted curious rigid tentacles which seized ravenously on the +excessively great quantities of unmentionable food placed before the aperture. +Once in a while the thing would leap up, and occasionally it would retreat into +its den in a very odd manner. Its locomotion was so inexplicable that I stared in +fascination, wishing it would emerge farther from the cavernous lair beneath me. + +Then it did emerge ... it did emerge, and at the sight I turned and fled into the +darkness up the higher staircase that rose behind me; fled unknowingly up +incredible steps and ladders and inclined planes to which no human sight or +logic guided me, and which I must ever relegate to the world of dreams for want +of any confirmation. It must have been a dream, or the dawn would never have +found me breathing on the sands of Gizeh before the sardonic dawn-flushed face +of the Great Sphinx. + +The Great Sphinx! God! - that idle question I asked myself on that sun-blest +morning before ... what huge and loathsome abnormality was the Sphinx +originally carven to represent? + +Accursed is the sight, be it in dream or not, that revealed to me the supreme +horror - the unknown God of the Dead, which licks its colossal chops in the + + + + +unsuspected abyss, fed hideous morsels by soulless absurdities that should not +exist. The five-headed monster that emerged ... that five-headed monster as +large as a hippopotamus ... the five headed monster - and that of which it is the +merest forepaw. . . + +But I survived, and I know it was only a dream. + + + + +In The Vault + +Written on September 18, 1925 + +Published November 1925 in The Tryout + +There is nothing more absurd, as 1 view it, than that conventional association of +the homely and the wholesome which seems to pervade the psychology of the +multitude. Mention a bucolic Yankee setting, a bungling and thick-fibred village +undertaker, and a careless mishap in a tomb, and no average reader can be +brought to expect more than a hearty albeit grotesque phase of comedy. God +knows, though, that the prosy tale which George Birch's death permits me to tell +has in it aspects beside which some of our darkest tragedies are light. + +Birch acquired a limitation and changed his business in 1881, yet never discussed +the case when he could avoid it. Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who +died years ago. It was generally stated that the affliction and shock were results +of an unlucky slip whereby Birch had locked himself for nine hours in the +receiving tomb of Peck Valley Cemetery, escaping only by crude and disastrous +mechanical means; but while this much was undoubtedly true, there were other +and blacker things which the man used to whisper to me in his drunken delirium +toward the last. He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he +probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. He was a +bachelor, wholly without relatives. + +Birch, before 1881, had been the village undertaker of Peck Valley; and was a +very calloused and primitive specimen even as such specimens go. The practices +I heard attributed to him would be unbelievable today, at least in a city; and even +Peck Valley would have shuddered a bit had it known the easy ethics of its +mortuary artist in such debatable matters as the ownership of costly "laying-out" +apparel invisible beneath the casket's lid, and the degree of dignity to be +maintained in posing and adapting the unseen members of lifeless tenants to +containers not always calculated with sublimest accuracy. Most distinctly Birch +was lax, insensitive, and professionally undesirable; yet I still think he was not an +evil man. He was merely crass of fibre and function- thoughtless, careless, and +liquorish, as his easily avoidable accident proves, and without that modicum of +imagination which holds the average citizen within certain limits fixed by taste. + +Just where to begin Birch's story I can hardly decide, since I am no practiced +teller of tales. I suppose one should start in the cold December of 1880, when the +ground froze and the cemetery delvers found they could dig no more graves till +spring. Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that it was + + + + +possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single +antiquated receiving tomb. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter +weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. Never did he knock +together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs +of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such +nonchalant abandon. + +At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine +silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb. Birch, though +dreading the bother of removal and interment, began his task of transference one +disagreeable April morning, but ceased before noon because of a heavy rain that +seemed to irritate his horse, after having laid but one mortal tenement to its +permanent rest. That was Darius Peck, the nonagenarian, whose grave was not +far from the tomb. Birch decided that he would begin the next day with little old +Matthew Tenner, whose grave was also near by; but actually postponed the +matter for three days, not getting to work till Good Priday, the 15th. Being +without superstition, he did not heed the day at all; though ever afterward he +refused to do anything of importance on that fateful sixth day of the week. +Certainly, the events of that evening greatly changed George Birch. + +On the afternoon of Triday, April 15th, then. Birch set out for the tomb with +horse and wagon to transfer the body of Matthew Tenner. That he was not +perfectly sober, he subsequently admitted; though he had not then taken to the +wholesale drinking by which he later tried to forget certain things. He was just +dizzy and careless enough to annoy his sensitive horse, which as he drew it +viciously up at the tomb neighed and pawed and tossed its head, much as on +that former occasion when the rain had vexed it. The day was clear, but a high +wind had sprung up; and Birch was glad to get to shelter as he unlocked the iron +door and entered the side-hill vault. Another might not have relished the damp, +odorous chamber with the eight carelessly placed coffins; but Birch in those days +was insensitive, and was concerned only in getting the right coffin for the right +grave. He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's +relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they +had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone. + +The light was dim, but Birch's sight was good, and he did not get Asaph +Sawyer's coffin by mistake, although it was very similar. He had, indeed, made +that coffin for Matthew Tenner; but had cast it aside at last as too awkward and +flimsy, in a fit of curious sentimentality aroused by recalling how kindly and +generous the little old man had been to him during his bankruptcy five years +before. He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty +enough to save the rejected specimen, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a +malignant fever. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of + + + + +his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or +fancied. To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made +coffin which he now pushed out of the way in his quest for the Fenner casket. + +It was just as he had recognised old Matt's coffin that the door slammed to in the +wind, leaving him in a dusk even deeper than before. The narrow transom +admitted only the feeblest of rays, and the overhead ventilation funnel virtually +none at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting +way among the long boxes toward the latch. In this funereal twilight he rattled +the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive +portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant. In this twilight too, he began to +realise the truth and to shout loudly as if his horse outside could do more than +neigh an unsympathetic reply. For the long-neglected latch was obviously +broken, leaving the careless undertaker trapped in the vault, a victim of his own +oversight. + +The thing must have happened at about three-thirty in the afternoon. Birch, +being by temperament phlegmatic and practical, did not shout long; but +proceeded to grope about for some tools which he recalled seeing in a corner of +the tomb. It is doubtful whether he was touched at all by the horror and exquisite +weirdness of his position, but the bald fact of imprisonment so far from the daily +paths of men was enough to exasperate him thoroughly. His day's work was +sadly interrupted, and unless chance presently brought some rambler hither, he +might have to remain all night or longer. The pile of tools soon reached, and a +hammer and chisel selected. Birch returned over the coffins to the door. The air +had begun to be exceedingly unwholesome; but to this detail he paid no +attention as he toiled, half by feeling, at the heavy and corroded metal of the +latch. He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, +bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. + +When he perceived that the latch was hopelessly unyielding, at least to such +meagre tools and under such tenebrous conditions as these. Birch glanced about +for other possible points of escape. The vault had been dug from a hillside, so +that the narrow ventilation funnel in the top ran through several feet of earth, +making this direction utterly useless to consider. Over the door, however, the +high, slit-like transom in the brick facade gave promise of possible enlargement +to a diligent worker; hence upon this his eyes long rested as he racked his brains +for means to reach it. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb, and the coffin +niches on the sides and rear- which Birch seldom took the trouble to use- +afforded no ascent to the space above the door. Only the coffins themselves +remained as potential stepping-stones, and as he considered these he speculated +on the best mode of transporting them. Three coffin-heights, he reckoned, would +permit him to reach the transom; but he could do better with four. The boxes + + + + +were fairly even, and could be piled up like blocks; so he began to compute how +he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. As he +planned, he could not but wish that the units of his contemplated staircase had +been more securely made. Whether he had imagination enough to wish they +were empty, is strongly to be doubted. + +Finally he decided to lay a base of three parallel with the wall, to place upon this +two layers of two each, and upon these a single box to serve as the platform. This +arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would +furnish the desired height. Better still, though, he would utilise only two boxes of +the base to support the superstructure, leaving one free to be piled on top in case +the actual feat of escape required an even greater altitude. And so the prisoner +toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little +ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course. Several of the +coffins began to split under the stress of handling, and he planned to save the +stoutly built casket of little Matthew Tenner for the top, in order that his feet +might have as certain a surface as possible. In the semi-gloom he trusted mostly +to touch to select the right one, and indeed came upon it almost by accident, +since it tumbled into his hands as if through some odd volition after he had +unwittingly placed it beside another on the third layer. + +The tower at length finished, and his aching arms rested by a pause during +which he sat on the bottom step of his grim device. Birch cautiously ascended +with his tools and stood abreast of the narrow transom. The borders of the space +were entirely of brick, and there seemed little doubt but that he could shortly +chisel away enough to allow his body to pass. As his hammer blows began to +fall, the horse outside whinnied in a tone which may have been encouraging and +to others may have been mocking. In either case it would have been appropriate; +for the unexpected tenacity of the easy-looking brickwork was surely a sardonic +commentary on the vanity of mortal hopes, and the source of a task whose +performance deserved every possible stimulus. + +Dusk fell and found Birch still toiling. He worked largely by feeling now, since +newly gathered clouds hid the moon; and though progress was still slow, he felt +heartened at the extent of his encroachments on the top and bottom of the +aperture. He could, he was sure, get out by midnight- though it is characteristic +of him that this thought was untinged with eerie implications. Undisturbed by +oppressive reflections on the time, the place, and the company beneath his feet, +he philosophically chipped away the stony brickwork; cursing when a fragment +hit him in the face, and laughing when one struck the increasingly excited horse +that pawed near the cypress tree. In time the hole grew so large that he ventured +to try his body in it now and then, shifting about so that the coffins beneath him +rocked and creaked. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his + + + + +platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to +use as soon as its size might permit. + +It must have been midnight at least when Birch decided he could get through the +transom. Tired and perspiring despite many rests, he descended to the floor and +sat a while on the bottom box to gather strength for the final wriggle and leap to +the ground outside. The hungry horse was neighing repeatedly and almost +uncannily, and he vaguely wished it would stop. He was curiously unelated over +his impending escape, and almost dreaded the exertion, for his form had the +indolent stoutness of early middle age. As he remounted the splitting coffins he +felt his weight very poignantly; especially when, upon reaching the topmost one, +he heard that aggravated crackle which bespeaks the wholesale rending of wood. +He had, it seems, planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the +platform; for no sooner was his full bulk again upon it than the rotting lid gave +way, jouncing him two feet down on a surface which even he did not care to +imagine. Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to +the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and +plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it. + +Birch, in his ghastly situation, was now too low for an easy scramble out of the +enlarged transom; but gathered his energies for a determined try. Clutching the +edges of the aperture, he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer +retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles. In another +moment he knew fear for the first time that night; for struggle as he would, he +could not shake clear of the unknown grasp which held his feet in relentless +captivity. Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in +his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that +suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden +box. Perhaps he screamed. At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and +automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. + +Instinct guided him in his wriggle through the transom, and in the crawl which +followed his jarring thud on the damp ground. He could not walk, it appeared, +and the emerging moon must have witnessed a horrible sight as he dragged his +bleeding ankles toward the cemetery lodge; his fingers clawing the black mould +in brainless haste, and his body responding with that maddening slowness from +which one suffers when chased by the phantoms of nightmare. There was +evidently, however, no pursuer; for he was alone and alive when Armington, the +lodge-keeper, answered his feeble clawing at the door. + +Armington helped Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son +Edwin for Dr. Davis. The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say +nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as "Oh, my ankles!". + + + + +"Let go!", or "Shut in the tomb". Then the doctor came with his medicine-case +and asked crisp questions, and removed the patient's outer clothing, shoes, and +socks. The wounds- for both ankles were frightfully lacerated about the Achilles' +tendons- seemed to puzzle the old physician greatly, and finally almost to +frighten him. His questioning grew more than medically tense, and his hands +shook as he dressed the mangled members; binding them as if he wished to get +the wounds out of sight as quickly as possible. + +For an impersonal doctor, Davis' ominous and awestruck cross-examination +became very strange indeed as he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker +every least detail of his horrible experience. He was oddly anxious to know if +Birch were sure- absolutely sure- of the identity of that top coffin of the pile; how +he had chosen it, how he had been certain of it as the Tenner coffin in the dusk, +and how he had distinguished it from the inferior duplicate coffin of vicious +Asaph Sawyer. Would the firm Tenner casket have caved in so readily? Davis, an +old-time village practitioner, had of course seen both at the respective funerals, +as indeed he had attended both Tenner and Sawyer in their last illnesses. He had +even wondered, at Sawyer's funeral, how the vindictive farmer had managed to +lie straight in a box so closely akin to that of the diminutive Tenner. + +After a full two hours Dr. Davis left, urging Birch to insist at all times that his +wounds were caused entirely by loose nails and splintering wood. What else, he +added, could ever in any case be proved or believed? But it would be well to say +as little as could be said, and to let no other doctor treat the wounds. Birch +heeded this advice all the rest of his life till he told me his story; and when I saw +the scars- ancient and whitened as they then were- 1 agreed that he was wise in +so doing. He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but +I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. His thinking processes, once so +phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to +note his response to certain chance allusions such as "Triday", "Tomb", "Coffin", +and words of less obvious concatenation. His frightened horse had gone home, +but his frightened wits never quite did that. He changed his business, but +something always preyed upon him. It may have been just fear, and it may have +been fear mixed with a queer belated sort of remorse for bygone crudities. His +drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate. + +When Dr. Davis left Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old +receiving tomb. The moon was shining on the scattered brick fragments and +marred facade, and the latch of the great door yielded readily to a touch from the +outside. Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and +looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and +smell induced. He cried aloud once, and a little later gave a gasp that was more +terrible than a cry. Then he fled back to the lodge and broke all the rules of his + + + + +calling by rousing and shaking his patient, and hurling at him a succession of +shuddering whispers that seared into the bewildered ears like the hissing of +vitriol. + +"It was Asaph's coffin. Birch, just as I thought! I knew his teeth, with the front +ones missing on the upper jaw- never, for God's sake, show those wounds! The +body was pretty badly gone, but if ever I saw vindictiveness on any face- or +former face... You know what a fiend he was for revenge- how he ruined old +Raymond thirty years after their boundary suit, and how he stepped on the +puppy that snapped at him a year ago last August. . . He was the devil incarnate. +Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. +God, what a rage! I'd hate to have it aimed at me! + +"Why did you do it. Birch? He was a scoundrel, and I don't blame you for giving +him a cast-aside coffin, but you always did go too damned far! Well enough to +skimp on the thing some way, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was. + +"I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. You kicked hard, for +Asaph's coffin was on the floor. His head was broken in, and everything was +tumbled about. I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. +An eye for an eye! Great heavens. Birch, but you got what you deserved. The +skull turned my stomach, but the other was worse- those ankles cut neatly off to +fit Matt Fenner's cast-aside coffin!" + + + + +Memory + +Written 1919 + +Published May 1923 in The National Amateur, Vol. 45, No. p. 5, 9. + +In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its +light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. And within +the depths of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be +beheld. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants +crawl amidst the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns +and strange monoliths, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten +hands. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, +while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things +without a name. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, +and mighty were the walls from which they fell. For all time did their builders +erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the grey toad +makes his habitation. + +At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are slimy and +filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it +flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor +whither they are bound. + +The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley, +saying, "I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of +them who built these things of Stone." And the Daemon replied, "I am Memory, +and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old. These beings were like the +waters of the river Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I recall not, for they +were but of the moment. Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the little +apes in the trees. Their name I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the river. +These beings of yesterday were called Man." + +So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon looked intently +at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard. + + + + +Nyarlathotep + + + +Written in December of 1920 + +Published November 1920 in The United Amateur + +Nyarlathotep. . . the crawling chaos. . . I am the last. . . I will tell the audient void. . . + +I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general +tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a +strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger +widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the +most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with +pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one +dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense +of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars +swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a +demoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons the autumn heat lingered +fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had +passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which +were unknown. + +And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could +tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin +knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of +the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from +places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, +swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and +metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the +sciences of electricity and psychology and gave exhibitions of power which sent +his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding +magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And +where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the +screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a +public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the +small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying +moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples +crumbling against a sickly sky. + +I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city the great, the old, the terrible +city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling +fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to + + + + +explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and +impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; and what was thrown on a +screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared +prophesy, and in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which +had never been taken before yet which showed only in the eyes. And I heard it +hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others +saw not. + +It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds +to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the +choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and +yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world +battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; +whirling, churning, struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the +sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up +on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on +the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, +mumbled a trembling protest about imposture and static electricity, +Nyarlathotep drove us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted +midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be +afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We swore to one another that the +city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to +fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces +we made. + +I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we +began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary marching +formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of +them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced +by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to show where the tramways had run. +And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its +side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by +the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the +top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a +different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the +echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, +howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the +open country, and presently I felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as +we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter +of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, +where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very +thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black +rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the + + + + +reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power +to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half-floated +between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of +the unimaginable. + +Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A +sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled +blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with +sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them +flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen +columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and +reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through +this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of +drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, +unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping +whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous +ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is +Nyarlathotep. + + + + +Picktnan's Model + +Written in 1926 + +Published October 1927 in Weird Tales + +You needn't think I'm crazy, Eliot- plenty of others have queerer prejudices than +this. Why don't you laugh at Oliver's grandfather, who won't ride in a motor? If +I don't like that damned subway, it's my own business; and we got here more +quickly anyhow in the taxi. We'd have had to walk up the hill from Park Street if +we'd taken the car. + +I know I'm more nervous than I was when you saw me last year, but you don't +need to hold a clinic over it. There's plenty of reason, God knows, and I fancy I'm +lucky to be sane at all. Why the third degree? You didn't use to be so inquisitive. + +Well, if you must hear it, I don't know why you shouldn't. Maybe you ought to, +anyhow, for you kept writing me like a grieved parent when you heard I'd +begun to cut the Art Club and keep away from Pickman. Now that he's +disappeared I go round to the club once in a while, but my nerves aren't what +they were. + +No, I don't know what's become of Pickman, and I don't like to guess. You might +have surmised I had some inside information when I dropped him- and that's +why I don't want to think where he's gone. Let the police find what they can- it +won't be much, judging from the fact that they don't know yet of the old North +End place he hired under the name of Peters. + +I'm not sure that I could find it again myself- not that I'd ever try, even in broad +daylight! + +Yes, I do know, or am afraid I know, why he maintained it. I'm coming to that. +And I think you'll understand before I'm through why I don't tell the police. +They would ask me to guide them, but I couldn't go back there even if I knew the +way. There was something there- and now I can't use the subway or (and you +may as well have your laugh at this, too) go down into cellars any more. + +I should think you'd have known I didn't drop Pickman for the same silly +reasons that fussy old women like Dr. Reid or Joe Minot or Rosworth did. +Morbid art doesn't shock me, and when a man has the genius Pickman had I feel +it an honour to know him, no matter what direction his work takes. Boston never +had a greater painter than Richard Upton Pickman. I said it at first and I say it + + + + +still, and I never swenved an inch, either, when he showed that 'Ghoul Feeding'. +That, you remember, was when Minot cut him. + +You know, it takes profound art and profound insight into Nature to turn out +stuff like Pickman's. Any magazine-cover hack can splash paint around wildly +and call it a nightmare or a Witches' Sabbath or a portrait of the devil, but only a +great painter can make such a thing really scare or ring true. That's because only +a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear- +the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or +hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting +effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness. I don't have to tell you why a +Fuseli really brings a shiver while a cheap ghost-story frontispiece merely makes +us laugh. There's something those fellows catch- beyond life- that they're able to +make us catch for a second. Dore had it. Sime has it. Angarola of Chicago has it. +And Pickman had it as no man ever had it before or- I hope to Heaven- ever will +again. + +Don't ask me what it is they see. You know, in ordinary art, there's all the +difference in the world between the vital, breathing things drawn from Nature or +models and the artificial truck that commercial small fry reel off in a bare studio +by rule. Well, I should say that the really weird artist has a kind of vision which +makes models, or summons up what amounts to actual scenes from the spectral +world he lives in. Anyhow, he manages to turn out results that differ from the +pretender's mince-pie dreams in just about the same way that the life painter's +results differ from the concoctions of a correspondence-school cartoonist. If I had +ever seen what Pickman saw- but no! Here, let's have a drink before we get any +deeper. God, I wouldn't be alive if I'd ever seen what that man- if he was a man- +saw ! + +You recall that Pickman's forte was faces. I don't believe anybody since Goya +could put so much of sheer hell into a set of features or a twist of expression. +And before Goya you have to go back to the mediaeval chaps who did the +gargoyles and chimaeras on Notre Dame and Mont Saint-Michel. They believed +all sorts of things- and maybe they saw all sorts of things, too, for the Middle +Ages had some curious phases I remember your asking Pickman yourself once, +the year before you went away, wherever in thunder he got such ideas and +visions. Wasn't that a nasty laugh he gave you? It was partly because of that +laugh that Reid dropped him. Reid, you know, had just taken up comparative +pathology, and was full of pompous 'inside stuff about the biological or +evolutionary significance of this or that mental or physical symptom. He said +Pickman repelled him more and more every day, and almost frightened him +towards the last- that the fellow's features and expression were slowly +developing in a way he didn't like; in a way that wasn't human. He had a lot of + + + + +talk about diet, and mid Pickman must be abnormal and eccentric to the last +degree. I suppose you told Reid, if you and he had any correspondence over it, +that he'd let Pickman's paintings get on his nerves or harrow up his imagination. +I know I told him that myself- then. + +But keep in mind that I didn't drop Pickman for anything like this. On the +contrary, my admiration for him kept growing; for that 'Ghoul Feeding' was a +tremendous achievement. As you know, the club wouldn't exhibit it, and the +Museum of Fine Arts wouldn't accept it as a gift; and I can add that nobody +would buy it, so Pickman had it right in his house till he went. Now his father +has it in Salem- you know Pickman comes of old Salem stock, and had a witch +ancestor hanged in 1692. + +I got into the habit of calling on Pickman quite often, especially after I began +making notes for a monograph on weird art. Probably it was his work which put +the idea into my head, and anyhow, I found him a mine of data and suggestions +when I came to develop it. He showed me all the paintings and drawings he had +about; including some pen-and-ink sketches that would, I verily believe, have got +him kicked out of the club if many of the members had seen them. Before long I +was pretty nearly a devotee, and would listen for hours like a schoolboy to art +theories and philosophic speculations wild enough to qualify him for the +Danvers asylum. My hero-worship, coupled with the fact that people generally +were commencing to have less and less to do with him, made him get very +confidential with me; and one evening he hinted that if I were fairly close- +mouthed and none too squeamish, he might show me something rather unusual- +something a bit stronger than anything he had in the house. + +'You know,' he said, 'there are things that won't do for Newbury Street- things +that are out of place here, and that can't be conceived here, anyhow. It's my +business to catch the overtones of the soul, and you won't find those in a +parvenu set of artificial streets on made land. Back Bay isn't Boston- it isn't +anything yet, because it's had no time to pick up memories and attract local +spirits. If there are any ghosts here, they're the tame ghosts of a salt marsh and a +shallow cove; and I want human ghosts- the ghosts of beings highly organized +enough to have looked on hell and known the meaning of what they saw. + +'The place for an artist to live is the North End. If any aesthete were sincere, he'd +put up with the slums for the sake of the massed traditions. God, man! Don't you +realize that places like that weren't merely made, but actually grew? Generation +after generation lived and felt and died there, and in days when people weren't +afraid to live and fed and die. Don't you know there was a mill on Copp's Hill in +1632, and that half the present streets were laid out by 1650? I can show you +houses that have stood two centuries and a half and more; houses that have + + + + +witnessed what would make a modern house crumble into powder. What do +moderns know of life and the forces behind it? You call the Salem witchcraft a +delusion, but I'll wager my four-times-great-grandmother could have told you +things. They hanged her on Gallows Hill, with Cotton Mather looking +sanctimoniously on. Mather, damn him, was afraid somebody might succeed in +kicking free of this accursed cage of monotony- I wish someone had laid a spell +on him or sucked his blood in the night! + +'I can show you a house he lived in, and I can show you another one he was +afraid to enter in spite of all his fine bold talk. He knew things he didn't dare put +into that stupid Magnalia or that puerile Wonders of the Invisible World. Look +here, do you know the whole North End once had a set of tunnels that kept +certain people in touch with each other's houses, and the burying ground, and +the sea? Let them prosecute and persecute above ground- things went on every +day that they couldn't reach, and voices laughed at night that they couldn't +place! + +'Why, man, out of ten surviving houses built before 1700 and not moved since I'll +wager that in eight I can show you something queer in the cellar. There's hardly +a month that you don't read of workmen finding bricked-up arches and wells +leading nowhere in this or that old place as it comes down- you could see one +near Henchman Street from the elevated last year. There were witches and what +their spells summoned; pirates and what they brought in from the sea; +smugglers; privateers- and I tell you, people knew how to live, and how to +enlarge the bounds of life, in the old time! This wasn't the only world a bold and +wise man could know- faugh! And to think of today in contrast, with such pale- +pink brains that even a club of supposed artists gets shudders and convulsions if +a picture goes beyond the feelings of a Beacon Street tea-table! + +'The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question +the past very closely. What do maps and records and guide-books really tell of +the North End? Bah! At a guess I'll guarantee to lead you to thirty or forty alleys +and networks of alleys north of Prince Street that aren't suspected by ten living +beings outside of the foreigners that swarm them. And what do those Dagoes +know of their meaning? No, Thurber, these ancient places are dreaming +gorgeously and over-flowing with wonder and terror and escapes from the +commonplace, and yet there's not a living soul to understand or profit by them. +Or rather, there's only one living soul- for I haven't been digging around in the +past for nothing ! + +'See here, you're interested in this sort of thing. What if I told you that I've got +another studio up there, where I can catch the night-spirit of antique horror and +paint things that I couldn't even think of in Newbury Street? Naturally I don't + + + + +tell those cursed old maids at the club - with Reid, damn him, whispering even +as it is that I'm a sort of monster bound down the toboggan of reverse evolution. +Yes, Thurber, I decided long ago that one must paint terror as well as beauty +from life, so I did some exploring in places where I had reason to know terror +lives. + +'I've got a place that I don't believe three living Nordic men besides myself have +ever seen. It isn't so very far from the elevated as distance goes, but it's centuries +away as the soul goes. I took it because of the queer old brick well in the cellar- +one of the sort I told you about. The shack's almost tumbling down so that +nobody else would live there, and I'd hate to tell you how little I pay for it. The +windows are boarded up, but I like that all the better, since I don't want daylight +for what I do. I paint in the cellar, where the inspiration is thickest, but I've other +rooms furnished on the ground floor. A Sicilian owns it, and I've hired it under +the name of Peters. + +'Now, if you're game, I'll take you there tonight. I think you'd enjoy the pictures, +for, as I said, I've let myself go a bit there. It's no vast tour- I sometimes do it on +foot, for I don't want to attract attention with a taxi in such a place. We can take +the shuttle at the South Station for Battery Street, and after that the walk isn't +much.' + +Well, Eliot, there wasn't much for me to do after that harangue but to keep +myself from running instead of walking for the first vacant cab we could sight. +We changed to the elevated at the South Station, and at about twelve o'clock had +climbed down the steps at Battery Street and struck along the old waterfront past +Constitution Wharf. I didn't keep track of the cross streets, and can't tell you yet +which it was we turned up, but I know it wasn't Greenough Lane. + +When we did turn, it was to climb through the deserted length of the oldest and +dirtiest alley I ever saw in my life, with crumbling-looking gables, broken small- +paned windows, and archaic chimneys that stood out half-disintegrated against +the moonlit sky. I don't believe there were three houses in sight that hadn't been +standing in Cotton Mather's time- certainly I glimpsed at least two with an +overhang, and once I thought I saw a peaked roof-line of the almost forgotten +pre-gambrel type, though antiquarians tell us there are none left in Boston. + +From that alley, which had a dim light, we turned to the left into an equally silent +and still narrower alley with no light at all: and in a minute made what I think +was an obtuse-angled bend towards the right in the dark. Not long after this +Pickman produced a flashlight and revealed an antediluvian ten-panelled door +that looked damnably worm-eaten. Unlocking it, he ushered me into a barren +hallway with what was once splendid dark-oak panelling- simple, of course, but + + + + +thrillingly suggestive of the times of Andros and Phipps and the Witchcraft. +Then he took me through a door on the left, Hghted an oil lamp, and told me to +make myself at home. + +Now, Eliot, I'm what the man in the street would call fairly 'hard-boiled,' but I'll +confess that what I saw on the walls of that room gave me a bad turn. They were +his pictures, you know - the ones he couldn't paint or even show in Newbury +Street- and he was right when he said he had 'let himself go.' Here- have another +drink- I need one anyhow! + +There's no use in my trying to tell you what they were like, because the awful, +the blasphemous horror, and the unbelievable loathsomeness and moral foetor +came from simple touches quite beyond the power of words to classify. There +was none of the exotic technique you see in Sidney Sime, none of the trans- +Saturnian landscapes and lunar fungi that Clark Ashton Smith uses to freeze the +blood. The backgrounds were mostly old churchyards, deep woods, cliffs by the +sea, brick tunnels, ancient panelled rooms, or simple vaults of masonry. Copp's +Hill Burying Ground, which could not be many blocks away from this very +house, was a favourite scene. + +The madness and monstrosity lay in the figures in the foreground- for Pickman's +morbid art was pre-eminently one of demoniac portraiture. These figures were +seldom completely human, but often approached humanity in varying degree. +Most of the bodies, while roughly bipedal, had a forward slumping, and a +vaguely canine cast. The texture of the majority was a kind of unpleasant +rubberiness. Ugh! I can see them now! Their occupations - well, don't ask me to +be too precise. They were usually feeding- I won't say on what. They were +sometimes shown in groups in cemeteries or underground passages, and often +appeared to be in battle over their prey- or rather, their treasure-trove. And what +damnable expressiveness Pickman sometimes gave the sightless faces of this +charnel booty! Occasionally the things were shown leaping through open +windows at night, or squatting on the chests of sleepers, worrying at their +throats. One canvas showed a ring of them baying about a hanged witch on +Gallows Hill, whose dead face held a close kinship to theirs. + +But don't get the idea that it was all this hideous business of theme and setting +which struck me faint. I'm not a three-year-old kid, and I'd seen much like this +before. It was the faces, Eliot, those accursed faces, that leered and slavered out +of the canvas with the very breath of life! By God, man, I verily believe they were +alive! That nauseous wizard had waked the fires of hell in pigment, and his +brush had been a nightmare-spawning wand. Give me that decanter, Eliot! + + + + +There was one thing called 'The Lesson'- Heaven pity me, that I ever saw it! +Listen- can you fancy a squatting circle of nameless dog-like things in a +churchyard teaching a small child how to feed like themselves? The price of a +changeling, I suppose- you know the old myth about how the weird people leave +their spawn in cradles in exchange for the human babes they steal. Pickman was +showing what happens to those stolen babes- how they grow up- and then I +began to see a hideous relationship in the faces of the human and non-human +figures. He was, in all his gradations of morbidity between the frankly non- +human and the degradedly human, establishing a sardonic linkage and +evolution. The dog- things were developed from mortals! + +And no sooner had I wondered what he made of their own young as left with +mankind in the form of changelings, than my eye caught a picture embodying +that very thought. It was that of an ancient Puritan interior- a heavily beamed +room with lattice windows, a settle, and clumsy seventeenth-century furniture, +with the family sitting about while the father read from the Scriptures. Every face +but one showed nobility and reverence, but that one reflected the mockery of the +pit. It was that of a young man in years, and no doubt belonged to a supposed +son of that pious father, but in essence it was the kin of the unclean things. It was +their changeling- and in a spirit of supreme irony Pickman had given the features +a very perceptible resemblance to his own. + +By this time Pickman had lighted a lamp in an adjoining room and was politely +holding open the door for me; asking me if I would care to see his 'modern +studies.' I hadn't been able to give him much of my opinions- I was too +speechless with fright and loathing- but I think he fully understood and felt +highly complimented. And now I want to assure you again, Eliot, that I'm no +mollycoddle to scream at anything which shows a bit of departure from the +usual. I'm middle-aged and decently sophisticated, and I guess you saw enough +of me in France to know I'm not easily knocked out. Remember, too, that I'd just +about recovered my wind and gotten used to those frightful pictures which +turned colonial New England into a kind of annex of hell. Well, in spite of all +this, that next room forced a real scream out of me, and I had to clutch at the +doorway to keep from keeling over. The other chamber had shown a pack of +ghouls and witches over-running the world of our forefathers, but this one +brought the horror right into our own daily life! + +God, how that man could paint! There was a study called 'Subway Accident,' in +which a flock of the vile things were clambering up from some unknown +catacomb through a crack in the floor of the Boston Street subway and attacking +a crowd of people on the platform. Another showed a dance on Copp's Hill +among the tombs with the background of today. Then there were any number of +cellar views, with monsters creeping in through holes and rifts in the masonry + + + + +and grinning as they squatted behind barrels or furnaces and waited for their +first victim to descend the stairs. + +One disgusting canvas seemed to depict a vast cross-section of Beacon Hill, with +ant-like armies of the mephitic monsters squeezing themselves through burrows +that honeycombed the ground. Dances in the modern cemeteries were freely +pictured, and another conception somehow shocked me more than all the rest- a +scene in an unknown vault, where scores of the beasts crowded about one who +had a well-known Boston guidebook and was evidently reading aloud. All were +pointing to a certain passage, and every face seemed so distorted with epileptic +and reverberant laughter that I almost thought I heard the fiendish echoes. The +title of the picture was, 'Holmes, Lowell and Longfellow Lie Buried in Mount +Auburn.' + +As I gradually steadied myself and got readjusted to this second room of deviltry +and morbidity, I began to analyse some of the points in my sickening loathing. In +the first place, I said to myself, these things repelled because of the utter +inhumanity and callous crudity they showed in Pickman. The fellow must be a +relentless enemy of all mankind to take such glee in the torture of brain and flesh +and the degradation of the mortal tenement. In the second place, they terrified +because of their very greatness. Their art was the art that convinced- when we +saw the pictures we saw the demons themselves and were afraid of them. And +the queer part was, that Pickman got none of his power from the use of +selectiveness or bizarrerie. Nothing was blurred, distorted, or conventionalized; +outlines were sharp and lifelike, and details were almost painfully defined. And +the faces! + +It was not any mere artist's interpretation that we saw; it was pandemonium +itself, crystal clear in stark objectivity. That was it, by Heaven! The man was not a +fantaisiste or romanticist at all- he did not even try to give us the churning, +prismatic ephemera of dreams, but coldly and sardonically reflected some stable, +mechanistic, and well-established horror- world which he saw fully, brilliantly, +squarely, and unfalteringly. God knows what that world can have been, or +where he ever glimpsed the blasphemous shapes that loped and trotted and +crawled through it; but whatever the baffling source of his images, one thing was +plain. Pickman was in every sense- in conception and in execution- a thorough, +painstaking, and almost scientific realist. + +My host was now leading the way down the cellar to his actual studio, and I +braced myself for some hellish efforts among the unfinished canvases. As we +reached the bottom of the damp stairs he fumed his flash-light to a corner of the +large open space at hand, revealing the circular brick curb of what was evidently +a great well in the earthen floor. We walked nearer, and I saw that it must be five + + + + +feet across, with walls a good foot thick and some six inches above the ground +level- solid work of the seventeenth century, or I was much mistaken. That, +Pickman said, was the kind of thing he had been talking about- an aperture of +the network of tunnels that used to undermine the hill. I noticed idly that it did +not seem to be bricked up, and that a heavy disc of wood formed the apparent +cover. Thinking of the things this well must have been connected with if +Pickman's wild hints had not been mere rhetoric, I shivered slightly; then turned +to follow him up a step and through a narrow door into a room of fair size, +provided with a wooden floor and furnished as a studio. An acetylene gas outfit +gave the light necessary for work. + +The unfinished pictures on easels or propped against the walls were as ghastly as +the finished ones upstairs, and showed the painstaking methods of the artist. +Scenes were blocked out with extreme care, and pencilled guide lines told of the +minute exactitude which Pickman used in getting the right perspective and +proportions. The man was great- I say it even now, knowing as much as I do. A +large camera on a table excited my notice, and Pickman told me that he used it in +taking scenes for backgrounds, so that he might paint them from photographs in +the studio instead of carting his oufit around the town for this or that view. He +thought a photograph quite as good as an actual scene or model for sustained +work, and declared he employed them regularly. + +There was something very disturbing about the nauseous sketches and half- +finished monstrosities that leered round from every side of the room, and when +Pickman suddenly unveiled a huge canvas on the side away from the light I +could not for my life keep back a loud scream- the second I had emitted that +night. It echoed and echoed through the dim vaultings of that ancient and +nitrous cellar, and I had to choke back a flood of reaction that threatened to burst +out as hysterical laughter. Merciful Creator! Eliot, but I don't know how much +was real and how much was feverish fancy. It doesn't seem to me that earth can +hold a dream like that! + +It was a colossal and nameless blasphemy with glaring red eyes, and it held in +bony claws a thing that had been a man, gnawing at the head as a child nibbles at +a stick of candy. Its position was a kind of crouch, and as one looked one felt that +at any moment it might drop its present prey and seek a juicier morsel. But damn +it all, it wasn't even the fiendish subject that made it such an immortal fountain- +head of all panic- not that, nor the dog face with its pointed ears, bloodshot eyes, +flat nose, and drooling lips. It wasn't the scaly claws nor the mould-caked body +nor the half-hooved feet- none of these, though any one of them might well have +driven an excitable man to madness. + + + + +It was the technique, Ehot- the cursed, the impious, the unnatural technique! As I +am a Hving being, I never elsewhere saw the actual breath of life so fused into a +canvas. The monster was there- it glared and gnawed and gnawed and glared- +and I knew that only a suspension of Nature's laws could ever let a man paint a +thing like that without a model- without some glimpse of the nether world which +no mortal unsold to the Fiend has ever had. + +Pinned with a thumb-tack to a vacant part of the canvas was a piece of paper +now badly curled up- probably, I thought, a photograph from which Pickman +meant to paint a background as hideous as the nightmare it was to enhance. I +reached out to uncurl and look at it, when suddenly I saw Pickman start as if +shot. He had been listening with peculiar intensity ever since my shocked scream +had waked unaccustomed echoes in the dark cellar, and now he seemed struck +with a fright which, though not comparable to my own, had in it more of the +physical than of the spiritual. He drew a revolver and motioned me to silence, +then stepped out into the main cellar and closed the door behind him. + +I think I was paralysed for an instant. Imitating Pickman's listening, I fancied I +heard a faint scurrying sound somewhere, and a series of squeals or beats in a +direction I couldn't determine. I thought of huge rats and shuddered. Then there +came a subdued sort of clatter which somehow set me all in gooseflesh- a furtive, +groping kind of clatter, though I can't attempt to convey what I mean in words. It +was like heavy wood falling on stone or brick- wood on brick- what did that +make me think of? + +It came again, and louder. There was a vibration as if the wood had fallen farther +than it had fallen before. After that followed a sharp grating noise, a shouted +gibberish from Pickman, and the deafening discharge of all six chambers of a +revolver, fired spectacularly as a lion tamer might fire in the air for effect. A +muffled squeal or squawk, and a thud. Then more wood and brick grating, a +pause, and the opening of the door- at which I'll confess I started violently. +Pickman reappeared with his smoking weapon, cursing the bloated rats that +infested the ancient well. + +'The deuce knows what they eat, Thurber,' he grinned, 'for those archaic tunnels +touched graveyard and witch-den and sea-coast. But whatever it is, they must +have run short, for they were devilish anxious to get out. Your yelling stirred +them up, I fancy. Better be cautious in these old places- our rodent friends are the +one drawback, though I sometimes think they're a positive asset by way of +atmosphere and colour.' + +Well, Eliot, that was the end of the night's adventure. Pickman had promised to +show me the place, and Heaven knows he had done it. He led me out of that + + + + +tangle of alleys in another direction, it seems, for when we sighted a lamp-post +we were in a half-familiar street with monotonous rows of mingled tenement +blocks and old houses. Charter Street, it turned out to be, but I was too flustered +to notice just where we hit it. We were too late for the elevated, and walked back +downtown through Hanover Street. I remember that wall. We switched from +Tremont up Beacon, and Pickman left me at the corner of Joy, where I turned off. +I never spoke to him again. + +Why did I drop him? Don't be impatient. Wait till I ring for coffee. We've had +enough of the other stuff, but I for one need something. No -it wasn't the +paintings I saw in that place; though I'll swear they were enough to get him +ostracised in nine-tenths of the homes and clubs of Boston, and I guess you won't +wonder now why I have to steer clear of subways and cellars. It was- something I +found in my coat the next morning. You know, the curled-up paper tacked to the +frightful canvas in the cellar; the thing I thought was a photograph of some scene +he meant to use as a background for that monster. That last scare had come while +I was reaching to uncurl it, and it seems I had vacantly crumpled it into my +pocket. But here's the coffee- take it black, Eliot, if you're wise. + +Yes, that paper was the reason I dropped Pickman; Richard Upton Pickman, the +greatest artist I have ever known- and the foulest being that ever leaped the +bounds of life into the pits of myth and madness. Eliot- old Reid was right. He +wasn't strictly human. Either he was born in strange shadow, or he'd found a +way to unlock the forbidden gate. It's all the same now, for he's gone- back into +the fabulous darkness he loved to haunt. Here, let's have the chandelier going. + +Don't ask me to explain or even conjecture about what I burned. Don't ask me, +either, what lay behind that mole-like scrambling Pickman was so keen to pass +off as rats. There are secrets, you know, which might have come down from old +Salem times, and Cotton Mather tells even stranger things. You know how +damned lifelike Pickman's paintings were- how we all wondered where he got +those faces. + +Well - that paper wasn't a photograph of any background, after all. What it +showed was simply the monstrous being he was painting on that awful canvas. +It was the model he was using- and its background was merely the wall of the +cellar studio in minute detail. But by God, Eliot, it was a photograph from life! + + + + +Polaris + + + +Written in 1918 + +Published December in 1920 in The Philosopher + +Into the North Window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. +All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the +autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the +red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours of +the morning under the horned waning moon, I sit by the casement and watch +that star. Down from the heights reels the glittering Cassiopeia as the hours wear +on, while Charles' Wain lumbers up from behind the vapour-soaked swamp +trees that sway in the night wind. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from +above the cemetary on the low hillock, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly +afar off in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star leers down from the same +place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which +strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had +a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep. +Well do I remember the night of the great Aurora, when over the swamp played +the shocking corruscations of the demon light. After the beam came clouds, and +then I slept. + +And it was under a horned waning moon that I saw the city for the first time. +Still and somnolent did it lie, on a strange plateau in a hollow between strange +peaks. Of ghastly marble were its walls and its towers, its columns, domes, and +pavements. In the marble streets were marble pillars, the upper parts of which +were carven into the images of grave bearded men. The air was warm and stirred +not. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the zenith, glowed that watching +Pole Star. Long did I gaze on the city, but the day came not. When the red +Aldebaran, which blinked low in the sky but never set, had crawled a quarter of +the way around the horizon, I saw light and motion in the houses and the streets. +Forms strangely robed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad and under +the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a tongue which I understood, +though it was unlike any language which I had ever known. And when the red +Aldebaran had crawled more than half-way around the horizon, there were +again darkness and silence. + +When I awaked, I was not as I had been. Upon my memory was graven the +vision of the city, and within my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, +of whose nature I was not then certain. Thereafter, on the cloudy nights when I +could not sleep, I saw the city often; sometimes under the hot, yellow rays of a + + + + +sun which did not set, but which wheeled low in the horizon. And on the clear +nights the Pole Star leered as never before. + +Gradually I came to wonder what might be my place in that city on the strange +plateau betwixt strange peaks. At first content to view the scene as an all- +observant uncorporeal presence, I now desired to define my relation to it, and to +speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day in the public +squares. I said to myself, "This is no dream, for by what means can I prove the +greater reality of that other life in the house of stone and brick south of the +sinister swamp and the cemetery on the low hillock, where the Pole Star peeps +into my north window each night?" + +One night as I listened to the discourses in the large square containing many +statues, I felt a change; and perceived that I had at last a bodily form. Nor was I a +stranger in the streets of Olathoe, which lies on the plateau of Sarkia, betwixt the +peaks of Noton and Kadiphonek. It was my friend Alos who spoke, and his +speech was one that pleased my soul, for it was the speech of a true man and +patriot. That night had the news come of Daikos' fall, and of the advance of the +Inutos; squat, hellish yellow fiends who five years ago had appeared out of the +unknown west to ravage the confines of our kingdom, and to besiege many of +our towns. Having taken the fortified places at the foot of the mountains, their +way now lay open to the plateau, unless every citizen could resist with the +strength of ten men. For the squat creatures were mighty in the arts of war, and +knew not the scruples of honour which held back our tall, grey-eyed men of +Lomar from ruthless conquest. + +Alos, my friend, was commander of all the forces on the plateau, and in him lay +the last hope of our country. On this occasion he spoke of the perils to be faced +and exhorted the men of Olathoe, bravest of the Lomarians, to sustain the +traditions of their ancestors, who when forced to move southward from Zobna +before the advance of the great ice sheet (even as our descendents must some day +flee from the land of Lomar) valiently and victoriously swept aside the hairly, +long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood in their way. To me Alos denied the +warriors part, for I was feeble and given to strange faintings when subjected to +stress and hardships. But my eyes were the keenest in the city, despite the long +hours I gave each day to the study of the Pnakotic manuscripts and the wisdom +of the Zobnarian Fathers; so my friend, desiring not to doom me to inaction, +rewarded me with that duty which was second to nothing in importance. To the +watchtower of Thapnen he sent me, there to serve as the eyes of our army. +Should the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by the narrow pass behind the peak +Noton and thereby surprise the garrison, I was to give the signal of fire which +would warn the waiting soldiers and save the town from immediate disaster. + + + + +Alone I mounted the tower, for every man of stout body was needed in the +passes below. My brain was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for I had +not slept in many days; yet was my purpose firm, for I loved my native land of +Lomar, and the marble city Olathoe that lies betwixt the peaks Noton and +Kadiphonek. + +But as I stood in the tower's topmost chamber, I beheld the horned waning +moon, red and sinister, quivering through the vapours that hovered over the +distant valley of Banof. And through an opening in the roof glittered the pale +Pole Star, fluttering as if alive, and leering like a fiend and tempter. Methought +its spirit whispered evil counsel, soothing me to traitorous somnolence with a +damnable rhythmical promise which it repeated over and over: + + + +Slumber, + + +watcher. + + + + +till + + + + + + +the + + + + +spheres. + + +Six +Have + + +and + +revolv'd. + + +twenty + +and + + + + +thousand + +years +return + + +To + + +the spot + + + + +where + + + + +now + + + + +I burn. + + +Other + + +stars + + + + +anon + + + + + + +shall + + + + +rise + + +To + + +the axis + + + + +of + + + + +the + + + + +skies; + + +Stars + + +that soothe + + + + +and + + + + +stars + + + + +that + + +bless + + +With + + +a + + + + +sweet + + + + + + +for + + +getfulness: + + +Only + + +when + + +my + + + + +round + + + + +is + + +o'er + + + +Shall the past disturb thy door. + +Vainly did I struggle with my drowsiness, seeking to connect these strange +words with some lore of the skies which I had learnt from the Pnakotic +manuscripts. My head, heavy and reeling, drooped to my breast, and when next +I looked up it was in a dream, with the Pole Star grinning at me through a +window from over the horrible and swaying trees of a dream swamp. And I am +still dreaming. + +In my shame and despair I sometimes scream frantically, begging the dream- +creatures around me to waken me ere the Inutos steal up the pass behind the +peak Noton and take the citadel by surprise; but these creatures are demons, for +they laugh at me and tell me I am not dreaming. They mock me whilst I sleep, +and whilst the squat yellow foe may be creeping silently upon us. I have failed in +my duties and betrayed the marble city of Olathoe; I have proven false to Alos, +my friend and commander. But still these shadows of my dreams deride me. +They say there is no land of Lomar, save in my nocturnal imaginings; that in +these realms where the Pole Star shines high, and red Aldebaran crawls low +around the horizon, there has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of +years of years, and never a man save squat, yellow creatures, blighted by the +cold, called "Esquimaux." + + + + +And as I writhe in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city whose peril every +moment grows, and vainly striving to shake off this unnatural dream of a house +of stone and brick south of a sinister swamp and a cemetery on a low hillock, the +Pole Star, evil and monstrous, leers down from the black vault, winking +hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some message, yet +recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. + + + + +The Alchemist + +Written in 1908 + +Published November 1916 in The United Amateur + +High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelHng mount whose sides are +wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest stands the old +chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down +upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold +for the proud house whose honored line is older even than the moss-grown +castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and +crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of +feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From +its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even +Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the +footsteps of the invader. + +But since those glorious years, all is changed. A poverty but little above the level +of dire want, together with a pride of name that forbids its alleviation by the +pursuits of commercial life, have prevented the scions of our line from +maintaining their estates in pristine splendour; and the falling stones of the +walls, the overgrown vegetation in the parks, the dry and dusty moat, the ill- +paved courtyards, and toppling towers without, as well as the sagging floors, the +worm-eaten wainscots, and the faded tapestries within, all tell a gloomy tale of +fallen grandeur. As the ages passed, first one, then another of the four great +turrets were left to ruin, until at last but a single tower housed the sadly reduced +descendants of the once mighty lords of the estate. + +It was in one of the vast and gloomy chambers of this remaining tower that I, +Antoine, last of the unhappy and accursed Counts de C-, first saw the light of +day, ninety long years ago. Within these walls and amongst the dark and +shadowy forests, the wild ravines and grottos of the hillside below, were spent +the first years of my troubled life. My parents I never knew. My father had been +killed at the age of thirty-two, a month before I was born, by the fall of a stone +somehow dislodged from one of the deserted parapets of the castle. And my +mother having died at my birth, my care and education devolved solely upon +one remaining servitor, an old and trusted man of considerable intelligence, +whose name I remember as Pierre. I was an only child and the lack of +companionship which this fact entailed upon me was augmented by the strange +care exercised by my aged guardian, in excluding me from the society of the +peasant children whose abodes were scattered here and there upon the plains + + + + +that surround the base of the hill. At that time, Pierre said that this restriction +was imposed upon me because my noble birth placed me above association with +such plebeian company. Now I know that its real object was to keep from my +ears the idle tales of the dread curse upon our line that were nightly told and +magnified by the simple tenantry as they conversed in hushed accents in the +glow of their cottage hearths. + +Thus isolated, and thrown upon my own resources, I spent the hours of my +childhood in poring over the ancient tomes that filled the shadow haunted +library of the chateau, and in roaming without aim or purpose through the +perpetual dust of the spectral wood that clothes the side of the hill near its foot. It +was perhaps an effect of such surroundings that my mind early acquired a shade +of melancholy. Those studies and pursuits which partake of the dark and occult +in nature most strongly claimed my attention. + +Of my own race I was permitted to learn singularly little, yet what small +knowledge of it I was able to gain seemed to depress me much. Perhaps it was at +first only the manifest reluctance of my old preceptor to discuss with me my +paternal ancestry that gave rise to the terror which I ever felt at the mention of +my great house, yet as I grew out of childhood, I was able to piece together +disconnected fragments of discourse, let slip from the unwilling tongue which +had begun to falter in approaching senility, that had a sort of relation to a certain +circumstance which I had always deemed strange, but which now became dimly +terrible. The circumstance to which I allude is the early age at which all the +Counts of my line had met their end. Whilst I had hitherto considered this but a +natural attribute of a family of short-lived men, I afterward pondered long upon +these premature deaths, and began to connect them with the wanderings of the +old man, who often spoke of a curse which for centuries had prevented the lives +of the holders of my title from much exceeding the span of thirty-two years. +Upon my twenty-first birthday, the aged Pierre gave to me a family document +which he said had for many generations been handed down from father to son, +and continued by each possessor. Its contents were of the most startling nature, +and its perusal confirmed the gravest of my apprehensions. At this time, my +belief in the supernatural was firm and deep-seated, else I should have dismissed +with scorn the incredible narrative unfolded before my eyes. + +The paper carried me back to the days of the thirteenth century, when the old +castle in which I sat had been a feared and impregnable fortress. It told of a +certain ancient man who had once dwelled on our estates, a person of no small +accomplishments, though little above the rank of peasant, by name, Michel, +usually designated by the surname of Mauvais, the Evil, on account of his +sinister reputation. He had studied beyond the custom of his kind, seeking such +things as the Philosopher's Stone or the Elixir of Eternal Life, and was reputed + + + + +wise in the terrible secrets of Black Magic and Alchemy. Michel Mauvais had one +son, named Charles, a youth as proficient as himself in the hidden arts, who had +therefore been called Le Sorcier, or the Wizard. This pair, shunned by all honest +folk, were suspected of the most hideous practices. Old Michel was said to have +burnt his wife alive as a sacrifice to the Devil, and the unaccountable +disappearance of many small peasant children was laid at the dreaded door of +these two. Yet through the dark natures of the father and son ran one redeeming +ray of humanity; the evil old man loved his offspring with fierce intensity, whilst +the youth had for his parent a more than filial affection. + +One night the castle on the hill was thrown into the wildest confusion by the +vanishment of young Godfrey, son to Henri, the Count. A searching party, +headed by the frantic father, invaded the cottage of the sorcerers and there came +upon old Michel Mauvais, busy over a huge and violently boiling cauldron. +Without certain cause, in the ungoverned madness of fury and despair, the +Count laid hands on the aged wizard, and ere he released his murderous hold, +his victim was no more. Meanwhile, joyful servants were proclaiming the finding +of young Godfrey in a distant and unused chamber of the great edifice, telling +too late that poor Michel had been killed in vain. As the Count and his associates +turned away from the lowly abode of the alchemist, the form of Charles Le +Sorcier appeared through the trees. The excited chatter of the menials standing +about told him what had occurred, yet he seemed at first unmoved at his father's +fate. Then, slowly advancing to meet the Count, he pronounced in dull yet +terrible accents the curse that ever afterward haunted the house of C-. + +'May ne'er a noble of thy murd'rous line + +Survive to reach a greater age than thine!' + +spake he, when, suddenly leaping backwards into the black woods, he drew +from his tunic a phial of colourless liquid which he threw into the face of his +father's slayer as he disappeared behind the inky curtain of the night. The Count +died without utterance, and was buried the next day, but little more than two +and thirty years from the hour of his birth. No trace of the assassin could be +found, though relentless bands of peasants scoured the neighboring woods and +the meadowland around the hill. + +Thus time and the want of a reminder dulled the memory of the curse in the +minds of the late Count's family, so that when Godfrey, innocent cause of the +whole tragedy and now bearing the title, was killed by an arrow whilst hunting +at the age of thirty-two, there were no thoughts save those of grief at his demise. +But when, years afterward, the next young Count, Robert by name, was found +dead in a nearby field of no apparent cause, the peasants told in whispers that +their seigneur had but lately passed his thirty-second birthday when surprised + + + + +by early death. Louis, son to Robert, was found drowned in the moat at the same +fateful age, and thus down through the centuries ran the ominous chronicle: +Henris, Roberts, Antoines, and Armands snatched from happy and virtuous lives +when little below the age of their unfortunate ancestor at his murder. + +That I had left at most but eleven years of further existence was made certain to +me by the words which I had read. My life, previously held at small value, now +became dearer to me each day, as I delved deeper and deeper into the mysteries +of the hidden world of black magic. Isolated as I was, modern science had +produced no impression upon me, and I laboured as in the Middle Ages, as +wrapt as had been old Michel and young Charles themselves in the acquisition of +demonological and alchemical learning. Yet read as I might, in no manner could I +account for the strange curse upon my line. In unusually rational moments I +would even go so far as to seek a natural explanation, attributing the early deaths +of my ancestors to the sinister Charles Le Sorcier and his heirs; yet, having found +upon careful inquiry that there were no known descendants of the alchemist, I +would fall back to occult studies, and once more endeavor to find a spell, that +would release my house from its terrible burden. Upon one thing I was +absolutely resolved. I should never wed, for, since no other branch of my family +was in existence, I might thus end the curse with myself. + +As I drew near the age of thirty, old Pierre was called to the land beyond. Alone I +buried him beneath the stones of the courtyard about which he had loved to +wander in life. Thus was I left to ponder on myself as the only human creature +within the great fortress, and in my utter solitude my mind began to cease its +vain protest against the impending doom, to become almost reconciled to the fate +which so many of my ancestors had met. Much of my time was now occupied in +the exploration of the ruined and abandoned halls and towers of the old chateau, +which in youth fear had caused me to shun, and some of which old Pierre had +once told me had not been trodden by human foot for over four centuries. +Strange and awesome were many of the objects I encountered. Furniture, +covered by the dust of ages and crumbling with the rot of long dampness, met +my eyes. Cobwebs in a profusion never before seen by me were spun +everywhere, and huge bats flapped their bony and uncanny wings on all sides of +the otherwise untenanted gloom. + +Of my exact age, even down to days and hours, I kept a most careful record, for +each movement of the pendulum of the massive clock in the library told off so +much of my doomed existence. At length I approached that time which I had so +long viewed with apprehension. Since most of my ancestors had been seized +some little while before they reached the exact age of Count Henri at his end, I +was every moment on the watch for the coming of the unknown death. In what +strange form the curse should overtake me, I knew not; but I was resolved at + + + + +least that it should not find me a cowardly or a passive victim. With new vigour I +applied myself to my examination of the old chateau and its contents. + +It was upon one of the longest of all my excursions of discovery in the deserted +portion of the castle, less than a week before that fatal hour which I felt must +mark the utmost limit of my stay on earth, beyond which I could have not even +the slightest hope of continuing to draw breath that I came upon the culminating +event of my whole life. I had spent the better part of the morning in climbing up +and down half ruined staircases in one of the most dilapidated of the ancient +turrets. As the afternoon progressed, I sought the lower levels, descending into +what appeared to be either a mediaeval place of confinement, or a more recently +excavated storehouse for gunpowder. As I slowly traversed the nitre-encrusted +passageway at the foot of the last staircase, the paving became very damp, and +soon I saw by the light of my flickering torch that a blank, water-stained wall +impeded my journey. Turning to retrace my steps, my eye fell upon a small +trapdoor with a ring, which lay directly beneath my foot. Pausing, I succeeded +with difficulty in raising it, whereupon there was revealed a black aperture, +exhaling noxious fumes which caused my torch to sputter, and disclosing in the +unsteady glare the top of a flight of stone steps. + +As soon as the torch which I lowered into the repellent depths burned freely and +steadily, I commenced my descent. The steps were many, and led to a narrow +stone-flagged passage which I knew must be far underground. This passage +proved of great length, and terminated in a massive oaken door, dripping with +the moisture of the place, and stoutly resisting all my attempts to open it. +Ceasing after a time my efforts in this direction, I had proceeded back some +distance toward the steps when there suddenly fell to my experience one of the +most profound and maddening shocks capable of reception by the human mind. +Without warning, I heard the heavy door behind me creak slowly open upon its +rusted hinges. My immediate sensations were incapable of analysis. To be +confronted in a place as thoroughly deserted as I had deemed the old castle with +evidence of the presence of man or spirit produced in my brain a horror of the +most acute description. When at last I turned and faced the seat of the sound, my +eyes must have started from their orbits at the sight that they beheld. + +There in the ancient Gothic doorway stood a human figure. It was that of a man +clad in a skull-cap and long mediaeval tunic of dark colour. His long hair and +flowing beard were of a terrible and intense black hue, and of incredible +profusion. His forehead, high beyond the usual dimensions; his cheeks, deep- +sunken and heavily lined with wrinkles; and his hands, long, claw-like, and +gnarled, were of such a deadly marble-like whiteness as I have never elsewhere +seen in man. His figure, lean to the proportions of a skeleton, was strangely bent +and almost lost within the voluminous folds of his peculiar garment. But + + + + +strangest of all were his eyes, twin caves of abysmal blackness, profound in +expression of understanding, yet inhuman in degree of wickedness. These were +now fixed upon me, piercing my soul with their hatred, and rooting me to the +spot whereon I stood. + +At last the figure spoke in a rumbling voice that chilled me through with its dull +hoUowness and latent malevolence. The language in which the discourse was +clothed was that debased form of Latin in use amongst the more learned men of +the Middle Ages, and made familiar to me by my prolonged researches into the +works of the old alchemists and demonologists. The apparition spoke of the +curse which had hovered over my house, told me of my coming end, dwelt on +the wrong perpetrated by my ancestor against old Michel Mauvais, and gloated +over the revenge of Charles Le Sorcier. He told how young Charles has escaped +into the night, returning in after years to kill Godfrey the heir with an arrow just +as he approached the age which had been his father's at his assassination; how +he had secretly returned to the estate and established himself, unknown, in the +even then deserted subterranean chamber whose doorway now framed the +hideous narrator, how he had seized Robert, son of Godfrey, in a field, forced +poison down his throat, and left him to die at the age of thirty-two, thus +maintaing the foul provisions of his vengeful curse. At this point I was left to +imagine the solution of the greatest mystery of all, how the curse had been +fulfilled since that time when Charles Le Sorcier must in the course of nature +have died, for the man digressed into an account of the deep alchemical studies +of the two wizards, father and son, speaking most particularly of the researches +of Charles Le Sorcier concerning the elixir which should grant to him who +partook of it eternal life and youth. + +His enthusiasm had seemed for the moment to remove from his terrible eyes the +black malevolence that had first so haunted me, but suddenly the fiendish glare +returned and, with a shocking sound like the hissing of a serpent, the stranger +raised a glass phial with the evident intent of ending my life as had Charles Le +Sorcier, six hundred years before, ended that of my ancestor. Prompted by some +preserving instinct of self-defense, I broke through the spell that had hitherto +held me immovable, and flung my now dying torch at the creature who menaced +my existence. I heard the phial break harmlessly against the stones of the passage +as the tunic of the strange man caught fire and lit the horrid scene with a ghastly +radiance. The shriek of fright and impotent malice emitted by the would-be +assassin proved too much for my already shaken nerves, and I fell prone upon +the slimy floor in a total faint. + +When at last my senses returned, all was frightfully dark, and my mind, +remembering what had occurred, shrank from the idea of beholding any more; +yet curiosity over-mastered all. Who, I asked myself, was this man of evil, and + + + + +how came he within the castle walls? Why should he seek to avenge the death of +Michel Mauvais, and how bad the curse been carried on through all the long +centuries since the time of Charles Le Sorcier? The dread of years was lifted from +my shoulder, for I knew that he whom I had felled was the source of all my +danger from the curse; and now that I was free, I burned with the desire to learn +more of the sinister thing which had haunted my line for centuries, and made of +my own youth one long-continued nightmare. Determined upon further +exploration, I felt in my pockets for flint and steel, and lit the unused torch which +I had with me. + +First of all, new light revealed the distorted and blackened form of the +mysterious stranger. The hideous eyes were now closed. Disliking the sight, I +turned away and entered the chamber beyond the Gothic door. Here I found +what seemed much like an alchemist's laboratory. In one corner was an immense +pile of shining yellow metal that sparkled gorgeously in the light of the torch. It +may have been gold, but I did not pause to examine it, for I was strangely +affected by that which I had undergone. At the farther end of the apartment was +an opening leading out into one of the many wild ravines of the dark hillside +forest. Filled with wonder, yet now realizing how the man had obtained access to +the chauteau, I proceeded to return. I had intended to pass by the remains of the +stranger with averted face but, as I approached the body, I seemed to hear +emanating from it a faint sound, as though life were not yet wholly extinct. +Aghast, I turned to examine the charred and shrivelled figure on the floor. + +Then all at once the horrible eyes, blacker even than the seared face in which they +were set, opened wide with an expression which I was unable to interpret. The +cracked lips tried to frame words which I could not well understand. Once I +caught the name of Charles Le Sorcier, and again I fancied that the words 'years' +and 'curse' issued from the twisted mouth. Still I was at a loss to gather the +purport of his disconnnected speech. At my evident ignorance of his meaning, +the pitchy eyes once more flashed malevolently at me, until, helpless as I saw my +opponent to be, I trembled as I watched him. + +Suddenly the wretch, animated with his last burst of strength, raised his piteous +head from the damp and sunken pavement. Then, as I remained, paralyzed with +fear, he found his voice and in his dying breath screamed forth those words +which have ever afterward haunted my days and nights. 'Fool!' he shrieked, +'Can you not guess my secret? Have you no brain whereby you may recognize +the will which has through six long centuries fulfilled the dreadful curse upon +the house? Have I not told you of the great elixir of eternal life? Know you not +how the secret of Alchemy was solved? I tell you, it is I! I! I! that have lived for +six hundred years to maintain my revenge, for I am Charles Le Sorcier!' + + + + +The Beast in the Cave + +Written on April 21, 1905 + +Published in June 1918 in The Vagrant + +The horrible conclusion which had been gradually intruding itself upon my +confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, +hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as +I might, in no direction could my straining vision seize on any object capable of +serving as a guidepost to set me on the outward path. That nevermore should I +behold the blessed light of day, or scan the pleasant bills and dales of the +beautiful world outside, my reason could no longer entertain the slightest +unbelief. Hope had departed. Yet, indoctrinated as I was by a life of +philosophical study, I derived no small measure of satisfaction from my +unimpassioned demeanour; for although I had frequently read of the wild +frenzies into which were thrown the victims of similar situations, I experienced +none of these, but stood quiet as soon as I clearly realised the loss of my bearings. + +Nor did the thought that I had probably wandered beyond the utmost limits of +an ordinary search cause me to abandon my composure even for a moment. If I +must die, I reflected, then was this terrible yet majestic cavern as welcome a +sepulchre as that which any churchyard might afford, a conception which carried +with it more of tranquillity than of despair. + +Starving would prove my ultimate fate; of this I was certain. Some, I knew, had +gone mad under circumstances such as these, but I felt that this end would not be +mine. My disaster was the result of no fault save my own, since unknown to the +guide I had separated myself from the regular party of sightseers; and, +wandering for over an hour in forbidden avenues of the cave, had found myself +unable to retrace the devious windings which I had pursued since forsaking my +companions. + +Already my torch had begun to expire; soon I would be enveloped by the total +and almost palpable blackness of the bowels of the earth. As I stood in the +waning, unsteady light, I idly wondered over the exact circumstances of my +coming end. I remembered the accounts which I had heard of the colony of +consumptives, who, taking their residence in this gigantic grotto to find health +from the apparently salubrious air of the underground world, with its steady, +uniform temperature, pure air, and peaceful quiet, had found, instead, death in +strange and ghastly form. I had seen the sad remains of their ill-made cottages as +I passed them by with the party, and had wondered what unnatural influence a + + + + +long sojourn in this immense and silent cavern would exert upon one as healthy +and vigorous as I. Now, I grimly told myself, my opportunity for settling this +point had arrived, provided that want of food should not bring me too speedy a +departure from this life. + +As the last fitful rays of my torch faded into obscurity, I resolved to leave no +stone unturned, no possible means of escape neglected; so, summoning all the +powers possessed by my lungs, I set up a series of loud shoutings, in the vain +hope of attracting the attention of the guide by my clamour. Yet, as I called, I +believed in my heart that my cries were to no purpose, and that my voice, +magnified and reflected by the numberless ramparts of the black maze about me, +fell upon no ears save my own. + +All at once, however, my attention was fixed with a start as I fancied that I heard +the sound of soft approaching steps on the rocky floor of the cavern. + +Was my deliverance about to be accomplished so soon? Had, then, all my +horrible apprehensions been for naught, and was the guide, having marked my +unwarranted absence from the party, following my course and seeking me out in +this limestone labyrinth? Whilst these joyful queries arose in my brain, I was on +the point of renewing my cries, in order that my discovery might come the +sooner, when in an instant my delight was turned to horror as I listened; for my +ever acute ear, now sharpened in even greater degree by the complete silence of +the cave, bore to my benumbed understanding the unexpected and dreadful +knowledge that these footfalls were not like those of any mortal man. In the +unearthly stillness of this subterranean region, the tread of the booted guide +would have sounded like a series of sharp and incisive blows. These impacts +were soft, and stealthy, as of the paws of some feline. Besides, when I listened +carefully, I seemed to trace the falls of four instead of two feet. + +I was now convinced that I had by my own cries aroused and attracted some +wild beast, perhaps a mountain lion which had accidentally strayed within the +cave. Perhaps, I considered, the Almighty had chosen for me a swifter and more +merciful death than that of hunger; yet the instinct of self-preservation, never +wholly dormant, was stirred in my breast, and though escape from the on- +coming peril might but spare me for a sterner and more lingering end, I +determined nevertheless to part with my life at as high a price as I could +command. Strange as it may seem, my mind conceived of no intent on the part of +the visitor save that of hostility. Accordingly, I became very quiet, in the hope +that the unknown beast would, in the absence of a guiding sound, lose its +direction as had I, and thus pass me by. But this hope was not destined for +realisation, for the strange footfalls steadily advanced, the animal evidently +having obtained my scent, which in an atmosphere so absolutely free from all + + + + +distracting influences as is that of the cave, could doubtless be followed at great +distance. + +Seeing therefore that I must be armed for defense against an uncanny and unseen +attack in the dark, I groped about me the largest of the fragments of rock which +were strewn upon all parts of the floor of the cavern in the vicinity, and grasping +one in each hand for immediate use, awaited with resignation the inevitable +result. Meanwhile the hideous pattering of the paws drew near. Certainly, the +conduct of the creature was exceedingly strange. Most of the time, the tread +seemed to be that of a quadruped, walking with a singular lack of unison betwixt +hind and fore feet, yet at brief and infrequent intervals I fancied that but two feet +were engaged in the process of locomotion. I wondered what species of animal +was to confront me; it must, I thought, be some unfortunate beast who had paid +for its curiosity to investigate one of the entrances of the fearful grotto with a life- +long confinement in its interminable recesses. It doubtless obtained as food the +eyeless fish, bats and rats of the cave, as well as some of the ordinary fish that are +wafted in at every freshet of Green River, which communicates in some occult +manner with the waters of the cave. I occupied my terrible vigil with grotesque +conjectures of what alteration cave life might have wrought in the physical +structure of the beast, remembering the awful appearances ascribed by local +tradition to the consumptives who had died after long residence in the cave. +Then I remembered with a start that, even should I succeed in felling my +antagonist, I should never behold its form, as my torch had long since been +extinct, and I was entirely unprovided with matches. The tension on my brain +now became frightful. My disordered fancy conjured up hideous and fearsome +shapes from the sinister darkness that surrounded me, and that actually seemed +to press upon my body. Nearer, nearer, the dreadful footfalls approached. It +seemed that I must give vent to a piercing scream, yet had I been sufficiently +irresolute to attempt such a thing, my voice could scarce have responded. I was +petrified, rooted to the spot. I doubted if my right arm would allow me to hurl its +missile at the oncoming thing when the crucial moment should arrive. Now the +steady pat, pat, of the steps was close at hand; now very close. I could hear the +laboured breathing of the animal, and terror-struck as I was, I realised that it +must have come from a considerable distance, and was correspondingly +fatigued. Suddenly the spell broke. My right hand, guided by my ever +trustworthy sense of hearing, threw with full force the sharp-angled bit of +limestone which it contained, toward that point in the darkness from which +emanated the breathing and pattering, and, wonderful to relate, it nearly reached +its goal, for I heard the thing jump, landing at a distance away, where it seemed +to pause. + +Having readjusted my aim, I discharged my second missile, this time most +effectively, for with a flood of joy I listened as the creature fell in what sounded + + + + +like a complete collapse and evidently remained prone and unmoving. Almost +overpowered by the great relief which rushed over me, I reeled back against the +wall. The breathing continued, in heavy, gasping inhalations and expirations, +whence I realised that I had no more than wounded the creature. And now all +desire to examine the thing ceased. At last something allied to groundless, +superstitious fear had entered my brain, and I did not approach the body, nor +did I continue to cast stones at it in order to complete the extinction of its life. +Instead, I ran at full speed in what was, as nearly as I could estimate in my +frenzied condition, the direction from which I had come. Suddenly I heard a +sound or rather, a regular succession of sounds. In another Instant they had +resolved themselves into a series of sharp, metallic clicks. This time there was no +doubt. It was the guide. And then I shouted, yelled, screamed, even shrieked +with joy as I beheld in the vaulted arches above the faint and glimmering +effulgence which I knew to be the reflected light of an approaching torch. I ran to +meet the flare, and before I could completely understand what had occurred, was +lying upon the ground at the feet of the guide, embracing his boots and +gibbering, despite my boasted reserve, in a most meaningless and idiotic +manner, pouring out my terrible story, and at the same time overwhelming my +auditor with protestations of gratitude. At length, I awoke to something like my +normal consciousness. The guide had noted my absence upon the arrival of the +party at the entrance of the cave, and had, from his own intuitive sense of +direction, proceeded to make a thorough canvass of by-passages just ahead of +where he had last spoken to me, locating my whereabouts after a quest of about +four hours. + +By the time he had related this to me, I, emboldened by his torch and his +company, began to reflect upon the strange beast which I had wounded but a +short distance back in the darkness, and suggested that we ascertain, by the +flashlight's aid, what manner of creature was my victim. Accordingly I retraced +my steps, this time with a courage born of companionship, to the scene of my +terrible experience. Soon we descried a white object upon the floor, an object +whiter even than the gleaming limestone itself. Cautiously advancing, we gave +vent to a simultaneous ejaculation of wonderment, for of all the unnatural +monsters either of us had in our lifetimes beheld, this was in surpassing degree +the strangest. It appeared to be an anthropoid ape of large proportions, escaped, +perhaps, from some itinerant menagerie. Its hair was snow-white, a thing due no +doubt to the bleaching action of a long existence within the inky confines of the +cave, but it was also surprisingly thin, being indeed largely absent save on the +head, where it was of such length and abundance that it fell over the shoulders in +considerable profusion. The face was turned away from us, as the creature lay +almost directly upon it. The inclination of the limbs was very singular, +explaining, however, the alternation in their use which I bad before noted, +whereby the beast used sometimes all four, and on other occasions but two for its + + + + +progress. From the tips of the fingers or toes, long rat-Hke claws extended. The +hands or feet were not prehensile, a fact that I ascribed to that long residence in +the cave which, as I before mentioned, seemed evident from the all-pervading +and almost unearthly whiteness so characteristic of the whole anatomy. No tail +seemed to be present. + +The respiration had now grown very feeble, and the guide had drawn his pistol +with the evident intent of despatching the creature, when a sudden sound +emitted by the latter caused the weapon to fall unused. The sound was of a +nature difficult to describe. It was not like the normal note of any known species +of simian, and I wonder if this unnatural quality were not the result of a long +continued and complete silence, broken by the sensations produced by the +advent of the light, a thing which the beast could not have seen since its first +entrance into the cave. The sound, which I might feebly attempt to classify as a +kind of deep-tone chattering, was faintly continued. + +All at once a fleeting spasm of energy seemed to pass through the frame of the +beast. The paws went through a convulsive motion, and the limbs contracted. +With a jerk, the white body rolled over so that its face was turned in our +direction. For a moment I was so struck with horror at the eyes thus revealed that +I noted nothing else. They were black, those eyes, deep jetty black, in hideous +contrast to the snow-white hair and flesh. Like those of other cave denizens, they +were deeply sunken in their orbits, and were entirely destitute of iris. As I looked +more closely, I saw that they were set in a face less prognathous than that of the +average ape, and infinitely less hairy. The nose was quite distinct. As we gazed +upon the uncanny sight presented to our vision, the thick lips opened, and +several sounds issued from them, after which the thing relaxed in death. + +The guide clutched my coat sleeve and trembled so violently that the light shook +fitfully, casting weird moving shadows on the walls. + +I made no motion, but stood rigidly still, my horrified eyes fixed upon the floor +ahead. + +The fear left, and wonder, awe, compassion, and reverence succeeded in its +place, for the sounds uttered by the stricken figure that lay stretched out on the +limestone had told us the awesome truth. The creature I had killed, the strange +beast of the unfathomed cave, was, or had at one time been a MAN!!! + + + + +The Book + +Written in 1934 + +My memories are very confused. There is even much doubt as to where they +begin; for at times I feel appaUing vistas of years stretching behind me, while at +other times it seems as if the present moment were an isolated point in a grey, +formless infinity. I am not even certain how I am communicating this message. +While I know I am speaking, I have a vague impression that some strange and +perhaps terrible mediation will be needed to bear what I say to the points where +I wish to be heard. My identity, too, is bewilderingly cloudy. I seem to have +suffered a great shock- perhaps from some utterly monstrous outgrowth of my +cycles of unique, incredible experience. + +These cycles of experience, of course, all stem from that worm-riddled book. I +remember when I found it- in a dimly lighted place near the black, oily river +where the mists always swirl. That place was very old, and the ceiling-high +shelves full of rotting volumes reached back endlessly through windowless inner +rooms and alcoves. There were, besides, great formless heaps of books on the +floor and in crude bins; and it was in one of these heaps that I found the thing. I +never learned its title, for the early pages were missing; but it fell open toward +the end and gave me a glimpse of something which sent my senses reeling. + +There was a formula- a sort of list of things to say and do- which I recognized as +something black and forbidden; something which I had read of before in furtive +paragraphs of mixed abhorrence and fascination penned by those strange ancient +delvers into the universe's guarded secrets whose decaying texts I loved to +absorb. It was a key- a guide- to certain gateways and transitions of which +mystics have dreamed and whispered since the race was young, and which lead +to freedoms and discoveries beyond the three dimensions and realms of life and +matter that we know. Not for centuries had any man recalled its vital substance +or known where to find it, but this book was very old indeed. No printing-press, +but the hand of some half-crazed monk, had traced these ominous Latin phrases +in uncials of awesome antiquity. + +I remember how the old man leered and tittered, and made a curious sign with +his hand when I bore it away. He had refused to take pay for it, and only long +afterwards did I guess why. As I hurried home through those narrow, winding, +mist-cloaked waterfront streets I had a frightful impression of being stealthily +followed by softly padding feet. The centuried, tottering houses on both sides +seemed alive with a fresh and morbid malignity- as if some hitherto closed +channel of evil understanding had abruptly been opened. I felt that those walls + + + + +and over-hanging gables of mildewed brick and fungoid plaster and timber- +with eyelike, diamond-paned windows that leered- could hardly desist from +advancing and crushing me . . . yet I had read only the least fragment of that +blasphemous rune before closing the book and bringing it away. + +I remember how I read the book at last- white-faced, and locked in the attic room +that I had long devoted to strange searchings. The great house was very still, for I +had not gone up till after midnight. I think I had a family then- though the details +are very uncertain- and I know there were many servants. Just what the year was +I cannot say; for since then I have known many ages and dimensions, and have +had all my notions of time dissolved and refashioned. It was by the light of +candles that I read- I recall the relentless dripping of the wax- and there were +chimes that came every now and then from distant belfries. I seemed to keep +track of those chimes with a peculiar intentness, as if I feared to hear some very +remote, intruding note among them. + +Then came the first scratching and fumbling at the dormer window that looked +out high above the other roofs of the city. It came as I droned aloud the ninth +verse of that primal lay, and I knew amidst my shudders what it meant. For he +who passes the gateways always wins a shadow, and never again can he be +alone. I had evoked- and the book was indeed all I had suspected. That night I +passed the gateway to a vortex of twisted time and vision, and when morning +found me in the attic room I saw in the walls and shelves and fittings that which +I had never seen before. + +Nor could I ever after see the world as I had known it. Mixed with the present +scene was always a little of the past and a little of the future, and every once- +familiar object loomed alien in the new perspective brought by my widened +sight. From then on I walked in a fantastic dream of unknown and half-known +shapes; and with each new gateway crossed, the less plainly could I recognise the +things of the narrow sphere to which I had so long been bound. What I saw +about me, none else saw; and I grew doubly silent and aloof lest I be thought +mad. Dogs had a fear of me, for they felt the outside shadow which never left my +side. But still I read more- in hidden, forgotten books and scrolls to which my +new vision led me- and pushed through fresh gateways of space and being and +life-patterns toward the core of the unknown cosmos. + +I remember the night I made the five concentric circles of fire on the floor, and +stood in the innermost one chanting that monstrous litany the messenger from +Tartary had brought. The walls melted away, and I was swept by a black wind +through gulfs of fathomless grey with the needle-like pinnacles of unknown +mountains miles below me. After a while there was utter blackness, and then the +light of myriad stars forming strange, alien constellations. Finally I saw a green- + + + + +litten plain far below me, and discerned on it the twisted towers of a city built in +no fashion I had ever known or read or dreamed of. As I floated closer to that +city I saw a great square building of stone in an open space, and felt a hideous +fear clutching at me. I screamed and struggled, and after a blankness was again +in my attic room sprawled flat over the five phosphorescent circles on the floor. +In that night's wandering there was no more of strangeness than in many a +former night's wandering; but there was more of terror because I knew I was +closer to those outside gulfs and worlds than I had ever been before. Thereafter I +was more cautious with my incantations, for I had no wish to be cut off from my +body and from the earth in unknown abysses whence I could never return. . . + + + + +The Call of Cthulhu + + + +Written in 1926 + +Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival. . . a survival +of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in +shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity. . . +forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called +them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds. . . + +- Algernon Blackwood + +I. The Horror In Clay + +The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind +to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of +black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The +sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but +some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such +terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall +either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety +of a new dark age. + +Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein +our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange +survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland +optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden +eons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That +glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing +together of separated things - in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of +a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; +certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I +think that the professor, too intented to keep silent regarding the part he knew, +and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him. + +My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926-27 with the death of my +great-uncle, George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in +Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island. Professor Angell was widely +known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and had frequently been resorted +to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing at the age of ninety- +two may be recalled by many. Locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity +of the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the + + + + +Newport boat; falling suddenly; as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a +nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the +precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the +deceased's home in Williams Street. Physicians were unable to find any visible +disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesion of the +heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man, was +responsible for the end. At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, +but latterly I am inclined to wonder - and more than wonder. + +As my great-uncle's heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, I was +expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose +moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the +material which I correlated will be later published by the American +Archaeological Society, but there was one box which I found exceedingly +puzzling, and which I felt much averse from showing to other eyes. It had been +locked and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal +ring which the professor carried in his pocket. Then, indeed, I succeeded in +opening it, but when I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and +more closely locked barrier. For what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas- +relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and cuttings which I found? Had my +uncle, in his latter years become credulous of the most superficial impostures? I +resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for this apparent +disturbance of an old man's peace of mind. + +The bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six +inches in area; obviously of modern origin. Its designs, however, were far from +modern in atmosphere and suggestion; for, although the vagaries of cubism and +futurism are many and wild, they do not often reproduce that cryptic regularity +which lurks in prehistoric writing. And writing of some kind the bulk of these +designs seemed certainly to be; though my memory, despite much the papers +and collections of my uncle, failed in any way to identify this particular species, +or even hint at its remotest affiliations. + +Above these apparent hieroglyphics was a figure of evident pictorial intent, +though its impressionistic execution forbade a very clear idea of its nature. It +seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form +which only a diseased fancy could conceive. If I say that my somewhat +extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, +and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A +pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary +wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly +frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestions of a Cyclopean architectural +background. + + + + +The writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press cuttings, +in Professor Angell's most recent hand; and made no pretense to Hterary style. +What seemed to be the main document was headed "CTHULHU CULT" in +characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading of a word so +unheard-of. This manuscript was divided into two sections, the first of which +was headed "1925 - Dream and Dream Work of H.A. Wilcox, 7 Thomas St., +Providence, R. I.", and the second, "Narrative of Inspector John R. Legrasse, 121 +Bienville St., New Orleans, La., at 1908 A. A. S. Mtg. - Notes on Same, & Prof. +Webb's Acct." The other manuscript papers were brief notes, some of them +accounts of the queer dreams of different persons, some of them citations from +theosophical books and magazines (notably W. Scott-Elliot's Atlantis and the +Lost Lemuria), and the rest comments on long-surviving secret societies and +hidden cults, with references to passages in such mythological and +anthropological source-books as Frazer's Golden Bough and Miss Murray's +Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outre mental +illness and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of 1925. + +The first half of the principal manuscript told a very particular tale. It appears +that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark young man of neurotic and excited aspect +had called upon Professor Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief, which was +then exceedingly damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony +Wilcox, and my uncle had recognized him as the youngest son of an excellent +family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture at the +Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys Building near +that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth of known genius but great +eccentricity, and had from chidhood excited attention through the strange stories +and odd dreams he was in the habit of relating. He called himself "psychically +hypersensitive", but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him +as merely "queer." Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped +gradually from social visibility, and was now known only to a small group of +esthetes from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club, anxious to preserve its +conservatism, had found him quite hopeless. + +On the ocassion of the visit, ran the professor's manuscript, the sculptor abruptly +asked for the benefit of his host's archeological knowledge in identifying the +hieroglyphics of the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy, stilted manner which +suggested pose and alienated sympathy; and my uncle showed some sharpness +in replying, for the conspicuous freshness of the tablet implied kinship with +anything but archeology. Young Wilcox's rejoinder, which impressed my uncle +enough to make him recall and record it verbatim, was of a fantastically poetic +cast which must have typified his whole conversation, and which I have since +found highly characteristic of him. He said, "It is new, indeed, for I made it last + + + + +night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or +the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon." + +It was then that he began that rambling tale which suddenly played upon a +sleeping memory and won the fevered interest of my uncle. There had been a +slight earthquake tremor the night before, the most considerable felt in New +England for some years; and Wilcox's imagination had been keenly affected. +Upon retiring, he had had an unprecedented dream of great Cyclopean cities of +Titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all dripping with green ooze and sinister +with latent horror. Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from +some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic +sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted +to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters: "Cthulhu fhtagn." + +This verbal jumble was the key to the recollection which excited and disturbed +Professor Angell. He questioned the sculptor with scientific minuteness; and +studied with frantic intensity the bas-relief on which the youth had found +himself working, chilled and clad only in his night clothes, when waking had +stolen bewilderingly over him. My uncle blamed his old age, Wilcox afterwards +said, for his slowness in recognizing both hieroglyphics and pictorial design. +Many of his questions seemed highly out of place to his visitor, especially those +which tried to connect the latter with strange cults or societies; and Wilcox could +not understand the repeated promises of silence which he was offered in +exchange for an admission of membership in some widespread mystical or +paganly religious body. When Professor Angell became convinced that the +sculptor was indeed ignorant of any cult or system of cryptic lore, he besieged +his visitor with demands for future reports of dreams. This bore regular fruit, for +after the first interview the manuscript records daily calls of the young man, +during which he related startling fragments of nocturnal imaginery whose +burden was always some terrible Cyclopean vista of dark and dripping stone, +with a subterrene voice or intelligence shouting monotonously in enigmatical +sense-impacts uninscribable save as gibberish. The two sounds frequently +repeated are those rendered by the letters "Cthulhu" and "R'lyeh." + +On March 23, the manuscript continued, Wilcox failed to appear; and inquiries at +his quarters revealed that he had been stricken with an obscure sort of fever and +taken to the home of his family in Waterman Street. He had cried out in the +night, arousing several other artists in the building, and had manifested since +then only alternations of unconsciousness and delirium. My uncle at once +telephoned the family, and from that time forward kept close watch of the case; +calling often at the Thayer Street office of Dr. Tobey, whom he learned to be in +charge. The youth's febrile mind, apparently, was dwelling on strange things; +and the doctor shuddered now and then as he spoke of them. They included not + + + + +only a repetition of what he had formerly dreamed, but touched wildly on a +gigantic thing "miles high" which walked or lumbered about. + +He at no time fully described this object but occasional frantic words, as repeated +by Dr. Tobey, convinced the professor that it must be identical with the nameless +monstrosity he had sought to depict in his dream-sculpture. Reference to this +object, the doctor added, was invariably a prelude to the young man's +subsidence into lethargy. His temperature, oddly enough, was not greatly above +normal; but the whole condition was otherwise such as to suggest true fever +rather than mental disorder. + +On April 2 at about 3 P.M. every trace of Wilcox's malady suddenly ceased. He +sat upright in bed, astonished to find himself at home and completely ignorant of +what had happened in dream or reality since the night of March 22. Pronounced +well by his physician, he returned to his quarters in three days; but to Professor +Angell he was of no further assistance. All traces of strange dreaming had +vanished with his recovery, and my uncle kept no record of his night-thoughts +after a week of pointless and irrelevant accounts of thoroughly usual visions. + +Here the first part of the manuscript ended, but references to certain of the +scattered notes gave me much material for thought - so much, in fact, that only +the ingrained skepticism then forming my philosophy can account for my +continued distrust of the artist. The notes in question were those descriptive of +the dreams of various persons covering the same period as that in which young +Wilcox had had his strange visitations. My uncle, it seems, had quickly instituted +a prodigiously far-flung body of inquires amongst nearly all the friends whom +he could question without impertinence, asking for nightly reports of their +dreams, and the dates of any notable visions for some time past. The reception of +his request seems to have varied; but he must, at the very least, have received +more responses than any ordinary man could have handled without a secretary. +This original correspondence was not preserved, but his notes formed a +thorough and really significant digest. Average people in society and business - +New England's traditional "salt of the earth" - gave an almost completely +negative result, though scattered cases of uneasy but formless nocturnal +impressions appear here and there, always between March 23 and and April 2 - +the period of young Wilcox's delirium. Scientific men were little more affected, +though four cases of vague description suggest fugitive glimpses of strange +landscapes, and in one case there is mentioned a dread of something abnormal. + +It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know +that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes. As it +was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of having asked +leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in corroboration of + + + + +what he had latently resolved to see. That is why I continued to feel that Wilcox, +somehow cognizant of the old data which my uncle had possessed, had been +imposing on the veteran scientist. These responses from esthetes told disturbing +tale. From February 28 to April 2 a large proportion of them had dreamed very +bizarre things, the intensity of the dreams being immeasurably the stronger +during the period of the sculptor's delirium. Over a fourth of those who reported +anything, reported scenes and half-sounds not unlike those which Wilcox had +described; and some of the dreamers confessed acute fear of the gigantic +nameless thing visible toward the last. One case, which the note describes with +emphasis, was very sad. The subject, a widely known architect with leanings +toward theosophy and occultism, went violently insane on the date of young +Wilcox's seizure, and expired several months later after incessant screamings to +be saved from some escaped denizen of hell. Had my uncle referred to these +cases by name instead of merely by number, I should have attempted some +corroboration and personal investigation; but as it was, I succeeded in tracing +down only a few. All of these, however, bore out the notes in full. I have often +wondered if all the the objects of the professor's questioning felt as puzzled as +did this fraction. It is well that no explanation shall ever reach them. + +The press cuttings, as I have intimated, touched on cases of panic, mania, and +eccentricity during the given period. Professor Angell must have employed a +cutting bureau, for the number of extracts was tremendous, and the sources +scattered throughout the globe. Here was a nocturnal suicide in London, where a +lone sleeper had leaped from a window after a shocking cry. Here likewise a +rambling letter to the editor of a paper in South America, where a fanatic +deduces a dire future from visions he has seen. A dispatch from California +describes a theosophist colony as donning white robes en masse for some +"glorious fulfiment" which never arrives, whilst items from India speak +guardedly of serious native unrest toward the end of March 22-23. + +The west of Ireland, too, is full of wild rumour and legendry, and a fantastic +painter named Ardois-Bonnot hangs a blasphemous Dream Landscape in the +Paris spring salon of 1926. And so numerous are the recorded troubles in insane +asylums that only a miracle can have stopped the medical fraternity from noting +strange parallelisms and drawing mystified conclusions. A weird bunch of +cuttings, all told; and I can at this date scarcely envisage the callous rationalism +with which I set them aside. But I was then convinced that young Wilcox had +known of the older matters mentioned by the professor. + +II. The Tale of Inspector Legrasse. + +The older matters which had made the sculptor's dream and bas-relief so +significant to my uncle formed the subject of the second half of his long + + + + +manuscript. Once before, it appears. Professor Angell had seen the helHsh +outhnes of the nameless monstrosity, puzzled over the unknown hieroglyphics, +and heard the ominous syllables which can be rendered only as "Cthulhu"; and +all this in so stirring and horrible a connexion that it is small wonder he pursued +young Wilcox with queries and demands for data. + +This earlier experience had come in 1908, seventeen years before, when the +American Archaeological Society held its annual meeting in St. Louis. Professor +Angell, as befitted one of his authority and attainments, had had a prominent +part in all the deliberations; and was one of the first to be approached by the +several outsiders who took advantage of the convocation to offer questions for +correct answering and problems for expert solution. + +The chief of these outsiders, and in a short time the focus of interest for the entire +meeting, was a commonplace-looking middle-aged man who had travelled all +the way from New Orleans for certain special information unobtainable from any +local source. His name was John Raymond Legrasse, and he was by profession +an Inspector of Police. With him he bore the subject of his visit, a grotesque, +repulsive, and apparently very ancient stone statuette whose origin he was at a +loss to determine. It must not be fancied that Inspector Legrasse had the least +interest in archaeology. On the contrary, his wish for enlightenment was +prompted by purely professional considerations. The statuette, idol, fetish, or +whatever it was, had been captured some months before in the wooded swamps +south of New Orleans during a raid on a supposed voodoo meeting; and so +singular and hideous were the rites connected with it, that the police could not +but realise that they had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them, and +infinitely more diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of +its origin, apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the +captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of +the police for any antiquarian lore which might help them to place the frightful +symbol, and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head. + +Inspector Legrasse was scarcely prepared for the sensation which his offering +created. One sight of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of +science into a state of tense excitement, and they lost no time in crowding around +him to gaze at the diminutive figure whose utter strangeness and air of +genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently at unopened and archaic vistas. +No recognised school of sculpture had animated this terrible object, yet centuries +and even thousands of years seemed recorded in its dim and greenish surface of +unplaceable stone. + +The figure, which was finally passed slowly from man to man for close and +careful study, was between seven and eight inches in height, and of exquisitely + + + + +artistic workmanship. It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outHne, +but with an octopus-Hke head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery- +looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings +behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural +malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a +rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of +the wings touched the back edge of the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst +the long, curved claws of the doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front +edge and extended a quarter of the way clown toward the bottom of the +pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial +feelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's +elevated knees. The aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like, and the more +subtly fearful because its source was so totally unknown. Its vast, awesome, and +incalculable age was unmistakable; yet not one link did it shew with any known +type of art belonging to civilisation's youth - or indeed to any other time. Totally +separate and apart, its very material was a mystery; for the soapy, greenish-black +stone with its golden or iridescent flecks and striations resembled nothing +familiar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the base were equally +baffling; and no member present, despite a representation of half the world's +expert learning in this field, could form the least notion of even their remotest +linguistic kinship. They, like the subject and material, belonged to something +horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we know it. something frightfully +suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which our world and our +conceptions have no part. + +And yet, as the members severally shook their heads and confessed defeat at the +Inspector's problem, there was one man in that gathering who suspected a touch +of bizarre familiarity in the monstrous shape and writing, and who presently +told with some diffidence of the odd trifle he knew. This person was the late +William Channing Webb, Professor of Anthropology in Princeton University, +and an explorer of no slight note. Professor Webb had been engaged, forty-eight +years before, in a tour of Greenland and Iceland in search of some Runic +inscriptions which he failed to unearth; and whilst high up on the West +Greenland coast had encountered a singular tribe or cult of degenerate +Esquimaux whose religion, a curious form of devil-worship, chilled him with its +deliberate bloodthirstiness and repulsiveness. It was a faith of which other +Esquimaux knew little, and which they mentioned only with shudders, saying +that it had come down from horribly ancient aeons before ever the world was +made. Besides nameless rites and human sacrifices there were certain queer +hereditary rituals addressed to a supreme elder devil or tornasuk; and of this +Professor Webb had taken a careful phonetic copy from an aged angekok or +wizard-priest, expressing the sounds in Roman letters as best he knew how. But +just now of prime significance was the fetish which this cult had cherished, and + + + + +around which they danced when the aurora leaped high over the ice chffs. It +was, the professor stated, a very crude bas-rehef of stone, comprising a hideous +picture and some cryptic writing. And so far as he could tell, it was a rough +parallel in all essential features of the bestial thing now lying before the meeting. + +This data, received with suspense and astonishment by the assembled members, +proved doubly exciting to Inspector Legrasse; and he began at once to ply his +informant with questions. Having noted and copied an oral ritual among the +swamp cult-worshippers his men had arrested, he besought the professor to +remember as best he might the syllables taken down amongst the diabolist +Esquimaux. There then followed an exhaustive comparison of details, and a +moment of really awed silence when both detective and scientist agreed on the +virtual identity of the phrase common to two hellish rituals so many worlds of +distance apart. What, in substance, both the Esquimaux wizards and the +Louisiana swamp-priests had chanted to their kindred idols was something very +like this: the word-divisions being guessed at from traditional breaks in the +phrase as chanted aloud: + +"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." + +Legrasse had one point in advance of Professor Webb, for several among his +mongrel prisoners had repeated to him what older celebrants had told them the +words meant. This text, as given, ran something like this: + +"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." + +And now, in response to a general and urgent demand. Inspector Legrasse +related as fully as possible his experience with the swamp worshippers; telling a +story to which I could see my uncle attached profound significance. It savoured +of the wildest dreams of myth-maker and theosophist, and disclosed an +astonishing degree of cosmic imagination among such half-castes and pariahs as +might be least expected to possess it. + +On November 1st, 1907, there had come to the New Orleans police a frantic +summons from the swamp and lagoon country to the south. The squatters there, +mostly primitive but good-natured descendants of Lafitte's men, were in the grip +of stark terror from an unknown thing which had stolen upon them in the night. +It was voodoo, apparently, but voodoo of a more terrible sort than they had ever +known; and some of their women and children had disappeared since the +malevolent tom-tom had begun its incessant beating far within the black haunted +woods where no dweller ventured. There were insane shouts and harrowing +screams, soul-chilling chants and dancing devil-flames; and, the frightened +messenger added, the people could stand it no more. + + + + +So a body of twenty police, filling two carriages and an automobile, had set out +in the late afternoon with the shivering squatter as a guide. At the end of the +passable road they alighted, and for miles splashed on in silence through the +terrible cypress woods where day never came. Ugly roots and malignant +hanging nooses of Spanish moss beset them, and now and then a pile of dank +stones or fragment of a rotting wall intensified by its hint of morbid habitation a +depression which every malformed tree and every fungous islet combined to +create. At length the squatter settlement, a miserable huddle of huts, hove in +sight; and hysterical dwellers ran out to cluster around the group of bobbing +lanterns. The muffled beat of tom-toms was now faintly audible far, far ahead; +and a curdling shriek came at infrequent intervals when the wind shifted. A +reddish glare, too, seemed to filter through pale undergrowth beyond the endless +avenues of forest night. Reluctant even to be left alone again, each one of the +cowed squatters refused point-blank to advance another inch toward the scene of +unholy worship, so Inspector Legrasse and his nineteen colleagues plunged on +unguided into black arcades of horror that none of them had ever trod before. + +The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally evil repute, +substantially unknown and untraversed by white men. There were legends of a +hidden lake unglimpsed by mortal sight, in which dwelt a huge, formless white +polypous thing with luminous eyes; and squatters whispered that bat-winged +devils flew up out of caverns in inner earth to worship it at midnight. They said +it had been there before d'Iberville, before La Salle, before the Indians, and before +even the wholesome beasts and birds of the woods. It was nightmare itself, and +to see it was to die. But it made men dream, and so they knew enough to keep +away. The present voodoo orgy was, indeed, on the merest fringe of this +abhorred area, but that location was bad enough; hence perhaps the very place of +the worship had terrified the squatters more than the shocking sounds and +incidents. + +Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men +as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and muffled +tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar +to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other. +Animal fury and orgiastic license here whipped themselves to daemoniac heights +by howls and squawking ecstacies that tore and reverberated through those +nighted woods like pestilential tempests from the gulfs of hell. Now and then the +less organized ululation would cease, and from what seemed a well-drilled +chorus of hoarse voices would rise in sing-song chant that hideous phrase or +ritual: + +"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." + + + + +Then the men, having reached a spot where the trees were thinner, came +suddenly in sight of the spectacle itself. Four of them reeled, one fainted, and two +were shaken into a frantic cry which the mad cacophony of the orgy fortunately +deadened. Legrasse dashed swamp water on the face of the fainting man, and all +stood trembling and nearly hypnotised with horror. + +In a natural glade of the swamp stood a grassy island of perhaps an acre's extent, +clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more +indescribable horde of human abnormality than any but a Sime or an Angarola +could paint. Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were braying, bellowing, and +writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire; in the centre of which, revealed +by occasional rifts in the curtain of flame, stood a great granite monolith some +eight feet in height; on top of which, incongruous in its diminutiveness, rested +the noxious carven statuette. From a wide circle of ten scaffolds set up at regular +intervals with the flame-girt monolith as a centre hung, head downward, the +oddly marred bodies of the helpless squatters who had disappeared. It was +inside this circle that the ring of worshippers jumped and roared, the general +direction of the mass motion being from left to right in endless Bacchanal +between the ring of bodies and the ring of fire. + +It may have been only imagination and it may have been only echoes which +induced one of the men, an excitable Spaniard, to fancy he heard antiphonal +responses to the ritual from some far and unillumined spot deeper within the +wood of ancient legendry and horror. This man, Joseph D. Galvez, I later met +and questioned; and he proved distractingly imaginative. He indeed went so far +as to hint of the faint beating of great wings, and of a glimpse of shining eyes and +a mountainous white bulk beyond the remotest trees but I suppose he had been +hearing too much native superstition. + +Actually, the horrified pause of the men was of comparatively brief duration. +Duty came first; and although there must have been nearly a hundred mongrel +celebrants in the throng, the police relied on their firearms and plunged +determinedly into the nauseous rout. For five minutes the resultant din and +chaos were beyond description. Wild blows were struck, shots were fired, and +escapes were made; but in the end Legrasse was able to count some forty-seven +sullen prisoners, whom he forced to dress in haste and fall into line between two +rows of policemen. Five of the worshippers lay dead, and two severely wounded +ones were carried away on improvised stretchers by their fellow-prisoners. The +image on the monolith, of course, was carefully removed and carried back by +Legrasse. + +Examined at headquarters after a trip of intense strain and weariness, the +prisoners all proved to be men of a very low, mixed-blooded, and mentally + + + + +aberrant type. Most were seamen, and a sprinkling of Negroes and mulattoes, +largely West Indians or Brava Portuguese from the Cape Verde Islands, gave a +colouring of voodooism to the heterogeneous cult. But before many questions +were asked, it became manifest that something far deeper and older than Negro +fetishism was involved. Degraded and ignorant as they were, the creatures held +with surprising consistency to the central idea of their loathsome faith. + +They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there +were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones +were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had +told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never +died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always +would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the +time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of +R'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. +Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would +always be waiting to liberate him. + +Meanwhile no more must be told. There was a secret which even torture could +not extract. Mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of +earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few. But these were not +the Great Old Ones. No man had ever seen the Old Ones. The carven idol was +great Cthulhu, but none might say whether or not the others were precisely like +him. No one could read the old writing now, but things were told by word of +mouth. The chanted ritual was not the secret - that was never spoken aloud, only +whispered. The chant meant only this: "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu +waits dreaming." + +Only two of the prisoners were found sane enough to be hanged, and the rest +were committed to various institutions. All denied a part in the ritual murders, +and averred that the killing had been done by Black Winged Ones which had +come to them from their immemorial meeting-place in the haunted wood. But of +those mysterious allies no coherent account could ever be gained. What the +police did extract, came mainly from the immensely aged mestizo named Castro, +who claimed to have sailed to strange ports and talked with undying leaders of +the cult in the mountains of China. + +Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations of +theosophists and made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed. +There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They had had +great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, +were still be found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died +vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which could revive + + + + +Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of +eternity. They had, indeed, come themselves from the stars, and brought Their +images with Them. + +These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether of flesh +and blood. They had shape - for did not this star-fashioned image prove it? - but +that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right. They could +plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong. +They could not live. But although They no longer lived. They would never really +die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R'lyeh, preserved by the +spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious surrection when the stars and the earth +might once more be ready for Them. But at that time some force from outside +must serve to liberate Their bodies. The spells that preserved them intact +likewise prevented Them from making an initial move, and They could only lie +awake in the dark and think whilst uncounted millions of years rolled by. They +knew all that was occurring in the universe, for Their mode of speech was +transmitted thought. Even now They talked in Their tombs. When, after infinities +of chaos, the first men came, the Great Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among +them by moulding their dreams; for only thus could Their language reach the +fleshly minds of mammals. + +Then, whispered Castro, those first men formed the cult around tall idols which +the Great Ones shewed them; idols brought in dim eras from dark stars. That cult +would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret priests would take +great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. +The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the +Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals +thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the +liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and +enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and +freedom. Meanwhile the cult, by appropriate rites, must keep alive the memory +of those ancient ways and shadow forth the prophecy of their return. + +In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in dreams, +but then something happened. The great stone city R'lyeh, with its monoliths +and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters, full of the one +primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had cut off the +spectral intercourse. But memory never died, and the high-priests said that the +city would rise again when the stars were right. Then came out of the earth the +black spirits of earth, mouldy and shadowy, and full of dim rumours picked up +in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms. But of them old Castro dared not +speak much. He cut himself off hurriedly, and no amount of persuasion or +subtlety could elicit more in this direction. The size of the Old Ones, too, he + + + + +curiously declined to mention. Of the cult, he said that he thought the centre lay +amid the pathless desert of Arabia, where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams +hidden and untouched. It was not allied to the European witch-cult, and was +virtually unknown beyond its members. No book had ever really hinted of it, +though the deathless Chinamen said that there were double meanings in the +Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read +as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet: + +That is not dead which can eternal lie. + +And with strange aeons even death may die. + +Legrasse, deeply impressed and not a little bewildered, had inquired in vain +concerning the historic affiliations of the cult. Castro, apparently, had told the +truth when he said that it was wholly secret. The authorities at Tulane University +could shed no light upon either cult or image, and now the detective had come to +the highest authorities in the country and met with no more than the Greenland +tale of Professor Webb. + +The feverish interest aroused at the meeting by Legrasse's tale, corroborated as it +was by the statuette, is echoed in the subsequent correspondence of those who +attended; although scant mention occurs in the formal publications of the society. +Caution is the first care of those accustomed to face occasional charlatanry and +imposture. Legrasse for some time lent the image to Professor Webb, but at the +latter's death it was returned to him and remains in his possession, where I +viewed it not long ago. It is truly a terrible thing, and unmistakably akin to the +dream-sculpture of young Wilcox. + +That my uncle was excited by the tale of the sculptor I did not wonder, for what +thoughts must arise upon hearing, after a knowledge of what Legrasse had +learned of the cult, of a sensitive young man who had dreamed not only the +figure and exact hieroglyphics of the swamp-found image and the Greenland +devil tablet, but had come in his dreams upon at least three of the precise words +of the formula uttered alike by Esquimaux diabolists and mongrel Louisianans?. +Professor Angell's instant start on an investigation of the utmost thoroughness +was eminently natural; though privately I suspected young Wilcox of having +heard of the cult in some indirect way, and of having invented a series of dreams +to heighten and continue the mystery at my uncle's expense. The dream- +narratives and cuttings collected by the professor were, of course, strong +corroboration; but the rationalism of my mind and the extravagance of the whole +subject led me to adopt what I thought the most sensible conclusions. So, after +thoroughly studying the manuscript again and correlating the theosophical and +anthropological notes with the cult narrative of Legrasse, I made a trip to + + + + +Providence to see the sculptor and give him the rebuke I thought proper for so +boldly imposing upon a learned and aged man. + +Wilcox still lived alone in the Fleur-de-Lys Building in Thomas Street, a hideous +Victorian imitation of seventeenth century Breton Architecture which flaunts its +stuccoed front amidst the lovely olonial houses on the ancient hill, and under the +very shadow of the finest Georgian steeple in America, I found him at work in +his rooms, and at once conceded from the specimens scattered about that his +genius is indeed profound and authentic. He will, I believe, some time be heard +from as one of the great decadents; for he has crystallised in clay and will one +day mirror in marble those nightmares and phantasies which Arthur Machen +evokes in prose, and Clark Ashton Smith makes visible in verse and in painting. + +Dark, frail, and somewhat unkempt in aspect, he turned languidly at my knock +and asked me my business without rising. Then I told him who I was, he +displayed some interest; for my uncle had excited his curiosity in probing his +strange dreams, yet had never explained the reason for the study. I did not +enlarge his knowledge in this regard, but sought with some subtlety to draw him +out. In a short time I became convinced ofhis absolute sincerity, for he spoke of +the dreams in a manner none could mistake. They and their subconscious +residuum had influenced his art profoundly, and he shewed me a morbid statue +whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion. +He could not recall having seen the original of this thing except in his own dream +bas-relief, but the outlines had formed themselves insensibly under his hands. It +was, no doubt, the giant shape he had raved of in delirium. That he really knew +nothing of the hidden cult, save from what my uncle's relentless catechism had +let fall, he soon made clear; and again I strove to think of some way in which he +could possibly have received the weird impressions. + +He talked of his dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making me see with +terrible vividness the damp Cyclopean city of slimy green stone - whose +geometry, he oddly said, was all wrong - and hear with frightened expectancy +the ceaseless, half-mental calling from underground: "Cthulhu fhtagn", +"Cthulhu fhtagn." + +These words had formed part of that dread ritual which told of dead Cthulhu's +dream-vigil in his stone vault at R'lyeh, and I felt deeply moved despite my +rational beliefs. Wilcox, I was sure, had heard of the cult in some casual way, and +had soon forgotten it amidst the mass of his equally weird reading and +imagining. Later, by virtue of its sheer impressiveness, it had found subconscious +expression in dreams, in the bas-relief, and in the terrible statue I now beheld; so +that his imposture upon my uncle had been a very innocent one. The youth was +of a type, at once slightly affected and slightly ill-mannered, which I could never + + + + +like, but I was willing enough now to admit both his genius and his honesty. I +took leave of him amicably, and wish him all the success his talent promises. + +The matter of the cult still remained to fascinate me, and at times I had visions of +personal fame from researches into its origin and connexions. I visited New +Orleans, talked with Legrasse and others of that old-time raiding-party, saw the +frightful image, and even questioned such of the mongrel prisoners as still +survived. Old Castro, unfortunately, had been dead for some years. What I now +heard so graphically at first-hand, though it was really no more than a detailed +confirmation of what my uncle had written, excited me afresh; for I felt sure that +I was on the track of a very real, very secret, and very ancient religion whose +discovery would make me an anthropologist of note. My attitude was still one of +absolute materialism, as 1 wish it still were, and I discounted with almost +inexplicable perversity the coincidence of the dream notes and odd cuttings +collected by Professor Angell. + +One thing I began to suspect, and which I now fear I know, is that my uncle's +death was far from natural. He fell on a narrow hill street leading up from an +ancient waterfront swarming with foreign mongrels, after a careless push from a +Negro sailor. I did not forget the mixed blood and marine pursuits of the cult- +members in Louisiana, and would not be surprised to learn of secret methods +and rites and beliefs. Legrasse and his men, it is true, have been let alone; but in +Norway a certain seaman who saw things is dead. Might not the deeper inquiries +of my uncle after encountering the sculptor's data have come to sinister ears?. I +think Professor Angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely +to learn too much. Whether I shall go as he did remains to be seen, for I have +learned much now. + +III. The Madness from the Sea + +If heaven ever wishes to grant me a boon, it will be a total effacing of the results +of a mere chance which fixed my eye on a certain stray piece of shelf-paper. It +was nothing on which I would naturally have stumbled in the course of my daily +round, for it was an old number of an Australian journal, the Sydney Bulletin for +April 18, 1925. It had escaped even the cutting bureau which had at the time of +its issuance been avidly collecting material for my uncle's research. + +I had largely given over my inquiries into what Professor Angell called the +"Cthulhu Cult", and was visiting a learned friend in Pater son. New Jersey; the +curator of a local museum and a mineralogist of note. Examining one day the +reserve specimens roughly set on the storage shelves in a rear room of the +museum, my eye was caught by an odd picture in one of the old papers spread +beneath the stones. It was the Sydney Bulletin I have mentioned, for my friend + + + + +had wide affiliations in all conceivable foreign parts; and the picture was a half- +tone cut of a hideous stone image almost identical with that which Legrasse had +found in the swamp. + +Eagerly clearing the sheet of its precious contents, I scanned the item in detail; +and was disappointed to find it of only moderate length. What it suggested, +however, was of portentous significance to my flagging quest; and I carefully +tore it out for immediate action. It read as follows: + +MYSTERY DERELICT FOUND AT SEA + +Vigilant Arrives With Helpless Armed New Zealand Yacht in Tow. One Survivor +and Dead Man Found Aboard. Tale of Desperate Battle and Deaths at Sea. +Rescued Seaman Refuses Particulars of Strange Experience. Odd Idol Found in +His Possession. Inquiry to Follow. + +The Morrison Co.'s freighter Vigilant, bound from Valparaiso, arrived this +morning at its wharf in Darling Harbour, having in tow the battled and disabled +but heavily armed steam yacht Alert of Dunedin, N.Z., which was sighted April +12th in S. Latitude 34°21', W. Longitude 152°17', with one living and one dead +man aboard. + +The Vigilant left Valparaiso March 25th, and on April 2nd was driven +considerably south of her course by exceptionally heavy storms and monster +waves. On April 12th the derelict was sighted; and though apparently deserted, +was found upon boarding to contain one survivor in a half-delirious condition +and one man who had evidently been dead for more than a week. The living +man was clutching a horrible stone idol of unknown origin, about foot in height, +regarding whose nature authorities at Sydney University, the Royal Society, and +the Museum in College Street all profess complete bafflement, and which the +survivor says he found in the cabin of the yacht, in a small carved shrine of +common pattern. + +This man, after recovering his senses, told an exceedingly strange story of piracy +and slaughter. He is Gustaf Johansen, a Norwegian of some intelligence, and had +been second mate of the two-masted schooner Emma of Auckland, which sailed +for Callao February 20th with a complement of eleven men. The Emma, he says, +was delayed and thrown widely south of her course by the great storm of March +1st, and on March 22nd, in S. Latitude 49°51' W. Longitude 128°34', encountered +the Alert, manned by a queer and evil-looking crew of Kanakas and half-castes. +Being ordered peremptorily to turn back, Capt. Collins refused; whereupon the +strange crew began to fire savagely and without warning upon the schooner +with a peculiarly heavy battery of brass cannon forming part of the yacht's + + + + +equipment. The Emma's men shewed fight, says the survivor, and though the +schooner began to sink from shots beneath the water-hne they managed to heave +alongside their enemy and board her, grappHng with the savage crew on the +yacht's deck, and being forced to kill them all, the number being slightly +superior, because of their particularly abhorrent and desperate though rather +clumsy mode of fighting. + +Three of the Emma's men, including Capt. Collins and First Mate Green, were +killed; and the remaining eight under Second Mate Johansen proceeded to +navigate the captured yacht, going ahead in their original direction to see if any +reason for their ordering back had existed. The next day, it appears, they raised +and landed on a small island, although none is known to exist in that part of the +ocean; and six of the men somehow died ashore, though Johansen is queerly +reticent about this part of his story, and speaks only of their falling into a rock +chasm. Later, it seems, he and one companion boarded the yacht and tried to +manage her, but were beaten about by the storm of April 2nd, From that time till +his rescue on the 12th the man remembers little, and he does not even recall +when William Briden, his companion, died. Briden's death reveals no apparent +cause, and was probably due to excitement or exposure. Cable advices from +Dunedin report that the Alert was well known there as an island trader, and bore +an evil reputation along the waterfront. It was owned by a curious group of half- +castes whose frequent meetings and night trips to the woods attracted no little +curiosity; and it had set sail in great haste just after the storm and earth tremors +of March 1st. Our Auckland correspondent gives the Emma and her crew an +excellent reputation, and Johansen is described as a sober and worthy man. The +admiralty will institute an inquiry on the whole matter beginning tomorrow, at +which every effort will be made to induce Johansen to speak more freely than he +has done hitherto. + +This was all, together with the picture of the hellish image; but what a train of +ideas it started in my mind! Here were new treasuries of data on the Cthulhu +Cult, and evidence that it had strange interests at sea as well as on land. What +motive prompted the hybrid crew to order back the Emma as they sailed about +with their hideous idol? What was the unknown island on which six of the +Emma's crew had died, and about which the mate Johansen was so secretive? +What had the vice-admiralty's investigation brought out, and what was known +of the noxious cult in Dunedin? And most marvellous of all, what deep and more +than natural linkage of dates was this which gave a malign and now undeniable +significance to the various turns of events so carefully noted by my uncle? + +March 1st - or February 28th according to the International Date Line - the +earthquake and storm had come. From Dunedin the Alert and her noisome crew +had darted eagerly forth as if imperiously summoned, and on the other side of + + + + +the earth poets and artists had begun to dream of a strange, dank Cyclopean city +whilst a young sculptor had moulded in his sleep the form of the dreaded +Cthulhu. March 23rd the crew of the Emma landed on an unknown island and +left six men dead; and on that date the dreams of sensitive men assumed a +heightened vividness and darkened with dread of a giant monster's malign +pursuit, whilst an architect had gone mad and a sculptor had lapsed suddenly +into delirium! And what of this storm of April 2nd - the date on which all dreams +of the dank city ceased, and Wilcox emerged unharmed from the bondage of +strange fever? What of all this - and of those hints of old Castro about the +sunken, star-born Old Ones and their coming reign; their faithful cult and their +mastery of dreams? Was I tottering on the brink of cosmic horrors beyond man's +power to bear? If so, they must be horrors of the mind alone, for in some way the +second of April had put a stop to whatever monstrous menace had begun its +siege of mankind's soul. + +That evening, after a day of hurried cabling and arranging, I bade my host adieu +and took a train for San Francisco. In less than a month I was in Dunedin; where, +however, I found that little was known of the strange cult-members who had +lingered in the old sea-taverns. Waterfront scum was far too common for special +mentnon; though there was vague talk about one inland trip these mongrels had +made, during which faint drumming and red flame were noted on the distant +hills. In Auckland I learned that Johansen had returned with yellow hair turned +white after a perfunctory and inconclusive questioning at Sydney, and had +thereafter sold his cottage in West Street and sailed with his wife to his old home +in Oslo. Of his stirring experience he would tell his friends no more than he had +told the admiralty officials, and all they could do was to give me his Oslo +address. + +After that I went to Sydney and talked profitlessly with seamen and members of +the vice-admiralty court. I saw the Alert, now sold and in commercial use, at +Circular Quay in Sydney Cove, but gained nothing from its non-committal bulk. +The crouching image with its cuttlefish head, dragon body, scaly wings, and +hieroglyphed pedestal, was preserved in the Museum at Hyde Park; and I +studied it long and well, finding it a thing of balefully exquisite workmanship, +and with the same utter mystery, terrible antiquity, and unearthly strangeness of +material which I had noted in Legrasse's smaller specimen. Geologists, the +curator told me, had found it a monstrous puzzle; for they vowed that the world +held no rock like it. Then I thought with a shudder of what Old Castro had told +Legrasse about the Old Ones; "They had come from the stars, and had brought +Their images with Them." + +Shaken with such a mental revolution as I had never before known, I now +resolved to visit Mate Johansen in Oslo. Sailing for London, I reembarked at once + + + + +for the Norwegian capital; and one autumn day landed at the trim wharves in +the shadow of the Egeberg. Johansen's address, I discovered, lay in the Old +Town of King Harold Haardrada, which kept alive the name of Oslo during all +the centuries that the greater city masqueraded as "Christiana." I made the brief +trip by taxicab, and knocked with palpitant heart at the door of a neat and +ancient building with plastered front. A sad-faced woman in black answered my +summons, and I was stung th disappointment when she told me in halting +English that Gustaf Johansen was no more. + +He had not long survived his return, said his wife, for the doings sea in 1925 had +broken him. He had told her no more than he told the public, but had left a long +manuscript - of "technical matters" as he said - written in English, evidently in +order to guard her from the peril of casual perusal. During a walk rough a +narrow lane near the Gothenburg dock, a bundle of papers falling from an attic +window had knocked him down. Two Lascar sailors at once helped him to his +feet, but before the ambulance could reach him he was dead. Physicians found +no adequate cause the end, and laid it to heart trouble and a weakened +constitution. I now felt gnawing at my vitals that dark terror which will never +leave me till I, too, am at rest; "accidentally" or otherwise. Persuad-g the widow +that my connexion with her husband's "technical matters" was sufficient to +entitle me to his manuscript, I bore the document away and began to read it on +the London boat. + +It was a simple, rambling thing - a naive sailor's effort at a post-facto diary - and +strove to recall day by day that last awful voyage. I cannot attempt to transcribe +it verbatim in all its cloudiness and redundance, but I will tell its gist enough to +shew why the sound the water against the vessel's sides became so unendurable +to me that I stopped my ears with cotton. + +Johansen, thank God, did not know quite all, even though he saw the city and +the Thing, but I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that +lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed +blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and favoured +by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the world whenever +another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to the sun and +air. + +Johansen's voyage had begun just as he told it to the vice-admiralty. The Emma, +in ballast, had cleared Auckland on February 20th, and had felt the full force of +that earthquake-born tempest which must have heaved up from the sea-bottom +the horrors that filled men's dreams. Once more under control, the ship was +making good progress when held up by the Alert on March 22nd, and I could +feel the mate's regret as he wrote of her bombardment and sinking. Of the + + + + +swarthy cult-fiends on the Alert he speaks with significant horror. There was +some peculiarly abominable quality about them which made their destruction +seem almost a duty, and Johansen shews ingenuous wonder at the charge of +ruthlessness brought against his party during the proceedings of the court of +inquiry. Then, driven ahead by curiosity in their captured yacht under +Johansen's command, the men sight a great stone pillar sticking out of the sea, +and in S. Latitude 47°9', W. Longitude 123°43', come upon a coastline of mingled +mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the +tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of +R'lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome +shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. There lay great Cthulhu and his +hordes, hidden in green slimy vaults and sending out at last, after cycles +incalculable, the thoughts that spread fear to the dreams of the sensitive and +called imperiously to the faithfull to come on a pilgrimage of liberation and +restoration. All this Johansen did not suspect, but God knows he soon saw +enough! + +I suppose that only a single mountain-top, the hideous monolith-crowned citadel +whereon great Cthulhu was buried, actually emerged from the waters. When I +think of the extent of all that may be brooding down there I almost wish to kill +myself forthwith. Johansen and his men were awed by the cosmic majesty of this +dripping Babylon of elder daemons, and must have guessed without guidance +that it was nothing of this or of any sane planet. Awe at the unbelievable size of +the greenish stone blocks, at the dizzying height of the great carven monolith, +and at the stupefying identity of the colossal statues and bas-reliefs with the +queer image found in the shrine on the Alert, is poignantly visible in every line +of the mates frightened description. + +Without knowing what futurism is like, Johansen achieved something very close +to it when he spoke of the city; for instead of describing any definite structure or +building, he dwells only on broad impressions of vast angles and stone surfaces - +surfaces too great to belong to anything right or proper for this earth, and +impious with horrible images and hieroglyphs. I mention his talk about angles +because it suggests something Wilcox had told me of his awful dreams. He said +that the geometry of the dream-place he saw was abnormal, non-Euclidean, and +loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours. Now an +unlettered seaman felt the same thing whilst gazing at the terrible reality. + +Johansen and his men landed at a sloping mud-bank on this monstrous +Acropolis, and clambered slipperily up over titan oozy blocks which could have +been no mortal staircase. The very sun of heaven seemed distorted when viewed +through the polarising miasma welling out from this sea-soaked perversion, and +twisted menace and suspense lurked leeringly in those crazily elusive angles of + + + + +carven rock where a second glance shewed concavity after the first shewed +convexity. + +Something very hke fright had come over all the explorers before anything more +definite than rock and ooze and weed was seen. Each would have fled had he not +feared the scorn of the others, and it was only half-heartedly that they searched - +vainly, as it proved - for some portable souvenir to bear away. + +It was Rodriguez the Portuguese who climbed up the foot of the monolith and +shouted of what he had found. The rest followed him, and looked curiously at +the immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It was, +Johansen said, like a great barn-door; and they all felt that it was a door because +of the ornate lintel, threshold, and jambs around it, though they could not decide +whether it lay flat like a trap-door or slantwise like an outside cellar-door. As +Wilcox would have said, the geometry of the place was all wrong. One could not +be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal, hence the relative position +of everything else seemed phantasmally variable. + +Briden pushed at the stone in several places without result. Then Donovan felt +over it delicately around the edge, pressing each point separately as he went. He +climbed interminably along the grotesque stone moulding - that is, one would +call it climbing if the thing was not after all horizontal - and the men wondered +how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the +acre-great lintel began to give inward at the top; and they saw that it was +balanced + +Donovan slid or somehow propelled himself down or along the jamb and +rejoined his fellows, and everyone watched the queer recession of the +monstrously carven portal. In this phantasy of prismatic distortion it moved +anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective +seemed upset. + +The aperture was black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness was +indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought to +have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long +imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and +gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings. The odour rising from the newly +opened depths was intolerable, and at length the quick-eared Hawkins thought +he heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. Everyone listened, and everyone +was listening still when It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly +squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the +tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. + + + + +Poor Johansen's handwriting almost gave out when he wrote of this. Of the six +men who never reached the ship, he thinks two perished of pure fright in that +accursed instant. The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such +abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all +matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What +wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad, and poor Wilcox raved +with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky +spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and +what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had +done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and +ravening for delight. + +Three men were swept up by the flabby claws before anybody turned. God rest +them, if there be any rest in the universe. They were Donovan, Guerrera, and +Angstrom. Parker slipped as the other three were plunging frenziedly over +endless vistas of green-crusted rock to the boat, and Johansen swears he was +swallowed up by an angle of masonry which shouldn't have been there; an angle +which was acute, but behaved as if it were obtuse. So only Briden and Johansen +reached the boat, and pulled desperately for the Alert as the mountainous +monstrosity flopped down the slimy stones and hesitated, floundering at the +edge of the water. + +Steam had not been suffered to go down entirely, despite the departure of all +hands for the shore; and it was the work of only a few moments of feverish +rushing up and down between wheel and engines to get the Alert under way. +Slowly, amidst the distorted horrors of that indescribable scene, she began to +churn the lethal waters; whilst on the masonry of that charnel shore that was not +of earth the titan Thing from the stars slavered and gibbered like Polypheme +cursing the fleeing ship of Odysseus. Then, bolder than the storied Cyclops, great +Cthulhu slid greasily into the water and began to pursue with vast wave-raising +strokes of cosmic potency. Briden looked back and went mad, laughing shrilly as +he kept on laughing at intervals till death found him one night in the cabin whilst +Johansen was wandering deliriously. + +But Johansen had not given out yet. Knowing that the Thing could surely +overtake the Alert until steam was fully up, he resolved on a desperate chance; +and, setting the engine for full speed, ran lightning-like on deck and reversed the +wheel. There was a mighty eddying and foaming in the noisome brine, and as +the steam mounted higher and higher the brave Norwegian drove his vessel +head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the +stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came +nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but johansen drove on relentlessly. +There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven + + + + +sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler +could not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and +blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; +where - God in heaven! - the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was +nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened +every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam. + +That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin and +attended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his +side. He did not try to navigate after the first bold flight, for the reaction had +taken something out of his soul. Then came the storm of April 2nd, and a +gathering of the clouds about his consciousness. There is a sense of spectral +whirling through liquid gulfs of infinity, of dizzying rides through reeling +universes on a comets tail, and of hysterical plunges from the pit to the moon +and from the moon back again to the pit, all livened by a cachinnating chorus of +the distorted, hilarious elder gods and the green, bat-winged mocking imps of +Tartarus. + +Out of that dream came rescue-the Vigilant, the vice-admiralty court, the streets +of Dunedin, and the long voyage back home to the old house by the Egeberg. He +could not tell - they would think him mad. He would write of what he knew +before death came, but his wife must not guess. Death would be a boon if only it +could blot out the memories. + +That was the document I read, and now I have placed it in the tin box beside the +bas-relief and the papers of Professor Angell. With it shall go this record of mine +- this test of my own sanity, wherein is pieced together that which I hope may +never be pieced together again. I have looked upon all that the universe has to +hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever +afterward be poison to me. But I do not think my life will be long. As my uncle +went, as poor Johansen went, so I shall go. I know too much, and the cult still +lives. + +Cthulhu still lives, too, I suppose, again in that chasm of stone which has +shielded him since the sun was young. His accursed city is sunken once more, for +the Vigilant sailed over the spot after the April storm; but his ministers on earth +still bellow and prance and slay around idol-capped monoliths in lonely places. +He must have been trapped by the sinking whilst within his black abyss, or else +the world would by now be screaming with fright and frenzy. Who knows the +end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness +waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. +A time will come - but I must not and cannot think! Let me pray that, if I do not + + + + +survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see +that it meets no other eye. + + + + +The Case of Charles Dexter Ward + +Written from January to March, 1927 + +Published May and July of 1941 in Weird Tales + +'The essential Saltes of Animals may be so prepared and preserved, that an +ingenious Man may have the whole Ark of Noah in his own Studie, and raise the +fine Shape of an Animal out of its Ashes at his Pleasure; and by the lyke Method +from the essential Saltes of humane Dust, a Philosopher may, without any +criminal Necromancy, call up the Shape of any dead Ancestour from the Dust +whereinto his Bodie has been incinerated.' + +- Borellus + +I. A Result and a Prologe + + +From a private hospital for the insane near Providence, Rhode Island, there +recently disappeared an exceedingly singular person. He bore the name of +Charles Dexter Ward, and was placed under restraint most reluctantly by the +grieving father who had watched his aberration grow from a mere eccentricity to +a dark mania involving both a possibility of murderous tendencies and a +profound and peculiar change in the apparent contents of his mind. Doctors +confess themselves quite baffled by his case, since it presented oddities of a +general physiological as well as psychological character. + +In the first place, the patient seemed oddly older than his twenty-six years would +warrant. Mental disturbance, it is true, will age one rapidly; but the face of this +young man had taken on a subtle cast which only the very aged normally +acquire. In the second place, his organic processes shewed a certain queerness of +proportion which nothing in medical experience can parallel. Respiration and +heart action had a baffling lack of symmetry; the voice was lost, so that no +sounds above a whisper were possible; digestion was incredibly prolonged and +minimised, and neural reactions to standard stimuli bore no relation at all to +anything heretofore recorded, either normal or pathological. The skin had a +morbid chill and dryness, and the cellular structure of the tissue seemed +exaggeratedly coarse and loosely knit. Even a large olive birthmark on the right +hip had disappeared, whilst there had formed on the chest a very peculiar mole +or blackish spot of which no trace existed before. In general, all physicians agree +that in Ward the processes of metabolism had become retarded to a degree +beyond precedent. + + + + +Psychologically, too, Charles Ward was unique. His madness held no affinity to +any sort recorded in even the latest and most exhaustive of treatises, and was +conjoined to a mental force which would have made him a genius or a leader had +it not been twisted into strange and grotesque forms. Dr. Willett, who was +Ward's family physician, affirms that the patient's gross mental capacity, as +gauged by his response to matters outside the sphere of his insanity, had actually +increased since the seizure. Ward, it is true, was always a scholar and an +antiquarian; but even his most brilliant early work did not shew the prodigious +grasp and insight displayed during his last examinations by the alienists. It was, +indeed, a difficult matter to obtain a legal commitment to the hospital, so +powerful and lucid did the youth's mind seem; and only on the evidence of +others, and on the strength of many abnormal gaps in his stock of information as +distinguished from his intelligence, was he finally placed in confinement. To the +very moment of his vanishment he was an omnivorous reader and as great a +conversationalist as his poor voice permitted; and shrewd observers, failing to +foresee his escape, freely predicted that he would not be long in gaining his +discharge from custody. + +Only Dr. Willett, who brought Charles Ward into the world and had watched his +growth of body and mind ever since, seemed frightened at the thought of his +future freedom. He had had a terrible experience and had made a terrible +discovery which he dared not reveal to his sceptical colleagues. Willett, indeed, +presents a minor mystery all his own in his connexion with the case. He was the +last to see the patient before his flight, and emerged from that final conversation +in a state of mixed horror and relief which several recalled when Ward's escape +became known three hours later. That escape itself is one of the unsolved +wonders of Dr. Waite's hospital. A window open above a sheer drop of sixty feet +could hardly explain it, yet after that talk with Willett the youth was undeniably +gone. Willett himself has no public explanations to offer, though he seems +strangely easier in mind than before the escape. Many, indeed, feel that he would +like to say more if he thought any considerable number would believe him. He +had found Ward in his room, but shortly after his departure the attendants +knocked in vain. When they opened the door the patient was not there, and all +they found was the open window with a chill April breeze blowing in a cloud of +fine bluish-grey dust that almost choked them. True, the dogs howled some time +before; but that was while Willett was still present, and they had caught nothing +and shewn no disturbance later on. Ward's father was told at once over the +telephone, but he seemed more saddened than surprised. By the time Dr. Waite +called in person. Dr. Willett had been talking with him, and both disavowed any +knowledge or complicity in the escape. Only from certain closely confidential +friends of Willett and the senior Ward have any clues been gained, and even +these are too wildly fantastic for general credence. The one fact which remains is +that up to the present time no trace of the missing madman has been unearthed. + + + + +Charles Ward was an antiquarian from infancy, no doubt gaining his taste from +the venerable town around him, and from the relics of the past which filled every +corner of his parents' old mansion in Prospect Street on the crest of the hill. With +the years his devotion to ancient things increased; so that history, genealogy, and +the study of colonial architecture, furniture, and craftsmanship at length +crowded everything else from his sphere of interests. These tastes are important +to remember in considering his madness; for although they do not form its +absolute nucleus, they play a prominent part in its superficial form. The gaps of +information which the alienists noticed were all related to modern matters, and +were invariably offset by a correspondingly excessive though outwardly +concealed knowledge of bygone matters as brought out by adroit questioning; so +that one would have fancied the patient literally transferred to a former age +through some obscure sort of auto-hypnosis. The odd thing was that Ward +seemed no longer interested in the antiquities he knew so well. He had, it +appears, lost his regard for them through sheer familiarity; and all his final +efforts were obviously bent toward mastering those common facts of the modern +world which had been so totally and unmistakably expunged from his brain. +That this wholesale deletion had occurred, he did his best to hide; but it was clear +to all who watched him that his whole programme of reading and conversation +was determined by a frantic wish to imbibe such knowledge of his own life and +of the ordinary practical and cultural background of the twentieth century as +ought to have been his by virtue of his birth in 1902 and his education in the +schools of our own time. Alienists are now wondering how, in view of his vitally +impaired range of data, the escaped patient manages to cope with the +complicated world of today; the dominant opinion being that he is "lying low" in +some humble and unexacting position till his stock of modern information can be +brought up to the normal. + +The beginning of Ward's madness is a matter of dispute among alienists. Dr. +Lyman, the eminent Boston authority, places it in 1919 or 1920, during the boy's +last year at the Moses Brown School, when he suddenly turned from the study of +the past to the study of the occult, and refused to qualify for college on the +ground that he had individual researches of much greater importance to make. +This is certainly borne out by Ward's altered habits at the time, especially by his +continual search through town records and among old burying-grounds for a +certain grave dug in 1771; the grave of an ancestor named Joseph Curwen, some +of whose papers he professed to have found behind the panelling of a very old +house in Olney Court, on Stampers' Hill, which Curwen was known to have +built and occupied. It is, broadly speaking, undeniable that the winter of 1919-20 +saw a great change in Ward; whereby he abruptly stopped his general +antiquarian pursuits and embarked on a desperate delving into occult subjects +both at home and abroad, varied only by this strangely persistent search for his +forefather's grave. + + + + +From this opinion, however. Dr. Willett substantially dissents; basing his verdict +on his close and continuous knowledge of the patient, and on certain frightful +investigations and discoveries which he made toward the last. Those +investigations and discoveries have left their mark upon him; so that his voice +trembles when he tells them, and his hand trembles when he tries to write of +them. Willett admits that the change of 1919-20 would ordinarily appear to mark +the beginning of a progressive decadence which culminated in the horrible and +uncanny alienation of 1928; but believes from personal observation that a finer +distinction must be made. Granting freely that the boy was always ill-balanced +temperamentally, and prone to be unduly susceptible and enthusiastic in his +responses to phenomena around him, he refuses to concede that the early +alteration marked the actual passage from sanity to madness; crediting instead +Ward's own statement that he had discovered or rediscovered something whose +effect on human though was likely to be marvellous and profound. The true +madness, he is certain, came with a later change; after the Curwen portrait and +the ancient papers had been unearthed; after a trip to strange foreign places had +been made, and some terrible invocations chanted under strange and secret +circumstances; after certain answers to these invocations had been plainly +indicated, and a frantic letter penned under agonising and inexplicable +conditions; after the wave of vampirism and the ominous Pawtuxet gossip; and +after the patient's memory commenced to exclude contemporary images whilst +his physical aspect underwent the subtle modification so many subsequently +noticed. + +It was only about this time, Willett points out with much acuteness, that the +nightmare qualities became indubitably linked with Ward; and the doctor feels +shudderingly sure that enough solid evidence exists to sustain the youth's claim +regarding his crucial discovery. In the first place, two workmen of high +intelligence saw Joseph Curwen's ancient papers found. Secondly, the boy once +shewed Dr. Willett those papers and a page of the Curwen diary, and each of the +documents had every appearance of genuineness. The hole where Ward claimed +to have found them was long a visible reality, and Willett had a very convincing +final glimpse of them in surroundings which can scarcely be believed and can +never perhaps be proved. Then there were the mysteries and coincidences of the +Orne and Hutchinson letters, and the problem of the Curwen penmanship and of +what the detectives brought to light about Dr. Allen; these things, and the terrible +message in mediaeval minuscules found in Willett's pocket when he gained +consciousness after his shocking experience. + +And most conclusive of all, there are the two hideous results which the doctor +obtained from a certain pair of formulae during his final investigations; results +which virtually proved the authenticity of the papers and of their monstrous + + + + +implications at the same time that those papers were borne forever from human +knowledge. + + + +One must look back at Charles Ward's earlier life as at something belonging as +much to the past as the antiquities he loved so keenly. In the autumn of 1918, and +with a considerable show of zest in the military training of the period, he had +begun his junior year at the Moses Brown School, which lies very near his home. +The old main building, erected in 1819, had always charmed his youthful +antiquarian sense; and the spacious park in which the academy is set appealed to +his sharp eye for landscape. His social activities were few; and his hours were +spent mainly at home, in rambling walks, in his classes and drills, and in pursuit +of antiquarian and genealogical data at the City Hall, the State House, the Public +Library, the Athenaeum, the Historical Society, the John Carter Brown and John +Hay Libraries of Brown University, and the newly opened Shepley Library in +Benefit Street. One may picture him yet as he was in those days; tall, slim, and +blond, with studious eyes and a slight droop, dressed somewhat carelessly, and +giving a dominant impression of harmless awkwardness rather than +attractiveness. + +His walks were always adventures in antiquity, during which he managed to +recapture from the myriad relics of a glamorous old city a vivid and connected +picture of the centuries before. His home was a great Georgian mansion atop the +well-nigh precipitous hill that rises just east of the river; and from the rear +windows of its rambling wings he could look dizzily out over all the clustered +spires, domes, roofs, and skyscraper summits of the lower town to the purple +hills of the countryside beyond. Here he was born, and from the lovely classic +porch of the double-bayed brick facade his nurse had first wheeled him in his +carriage; past the little white farmhouse of two hundred years before that the +town had long ago overtaken, and on toward the stately colleges along the +shady, sumptuous street, whose old square brick mansions and smaller wooden +houses with narrow, heavy-columned Doric porches dreamed solid and +exclusive amidst their generous yards and gardens. + +He had been wheeled, too, along sleepy Congdon Street, one tier lower down on +the steep hill, and with all its eastern homes on high terraces. The small wooden +houses averaged a greater age here, for it was up this hill that the growing town +had climbed; and in these rides he had imbibed something of the colour of a +quaint colonial village. The nurse used to stop and sit on the benches of Prospect +Terrace to chat with policemen; and one of the child's first memories was of the +great westward sea of hazy roofs and domes and steeples and far hills which he +saw one winter afternoon from that great railed embankment, and violet and + + + + +mystic against a fevered, apocalyptic sunset of reds and golds and purples and +curious greens. The vast marble dome of the State House stood out in massive +silhouette, its crowning statue haloed fantastically by a break in one of the tinted +stratus clouds that barred the flaming sky. + +When he was larger his famous walks began; first with his impatiently dragged +nurse, and then alone in dreamy meditation. Farther and farther down that +almost perpendicular hill he would venture, each time reaching older and +quainter levels of the ancient city. He would hesitate gingerly down vertical +Jenckes Street with its bank walls and colonial gables to the shady Benefit Street +corner, where before him was a wooden antique with an lonic-pilastered pair of +doorways, and beside him a prehistoric gambrel-roofer with a bit of primal +farmyard remaining, and the great Judge Durfee house with its fallen vestiges of +Georgian grandeur. It was getting to be a slum here; but the titan elms cast a +restoring shadow over the place, and the boy used to stroll south past the long +lines of the pre-Revolutionary homes with their great central chimneys and +classic portals. On the eastern side they were set high over basements with railed +double flights of stone steps, and the young Charles could picture them as they +were when the street was new, and red heels and periwigs set off the painted +pediments whose signs of wear were now becoming so visible. + +Westward the hill dropped almost as steeply as above, down to the old "Town +Street" that the founders had laid out at the river's edge in 1636. Here ran +innumerable little lanes with leaning, huddled houses of immense antiquity; and +fascinated though he was, it was long before he dared to thread their archaic +verticality for fear they would turn out a dream or a gateway to unknown +terrors. He found it much less formidable to continue along Benefit Street past +the iron fence of St. John's hidden churchyard and the rear of the 1761 Colony +House and the mouldering bulk of the Golden Ball Inn where Washington +stopped. At Meeting Street - the successive Gaol Lane and King Street of other +periods - he would look upward to the east and see the arched flight of steps to +which the highway had to resort in climbing the slope, and downward to the +west, glimpsing the old brick colonial schoolhouse that smiles across the road at +the ancient Sign of Shakespeare's Head where the Providence Gazette and +Country-Journal was printed before the Revolution. Then came the exquisite +First Baptist Church of 1775, luxurious with its matchless Gibbs steeple, and the +Georgian roofs and cupolas hovering by. Here and to the southward the +neighbourhood became better, flowering at last into a marvellous group of early +mansions; but still the little ancient lanes led off down the precipice to the west, +spectral in their many-gabled archaism and dipping to a riot of iridescent decay +where the wicked old water-front recalls its proud East India days amidst +polyglot vice and squalor, rotting wharves, and blear-eyed ship-chandleries. + + + + +with such surviving alley names as Packet, Bullion, Gold, Silver, Coin, Doubloon, +Sovereign, Guilder, Dollar, Dime, and Cent. + +Sometimes, as he grew taller and more adventurous, young Ward would venture +down into this maelstrom of tottering houses, broken transoms, tumbling steps, +twisted balustrades, swarthy faces, and nameless odours; winding from South +Main to South Water, searching out the docks where the bay and sound steamers +still touched, and returning northward at this lower level past the steep-roofed +1816 warehouses and the broad square at the Great Bridge, where the 1773 +Market House still stands firm on its ancient arches. In that square he would +pause to drink in the bewildering beauty of the old town as it rises on its +eastward bluff, decked with its two Georgian spires and crowned by the vast +new Christian Science dome as London is crowned by St. Paul's. He like mostly +to reach this point in the late afternoon, when the slanting sunlight touches the +Market House and the ancient hill roofs and belfries with gold, and throws +magic around the dreaming wharves where Providence Indiamen used to ride at +anchor. After a long look he would grow almost dizzy with a poet's love for the +sight, and then he would scale the slope homeward in the dusk past the old +white church and up the narrow precipitous ways where yellow gleams would +begin to peep out in small-paned windows and through fanlights set high over +double flights of steps with curious wrought-iron railings. + +At other times, and in later years, he would seek for vivid contrasts; spending +half a walk in the crumbling colonial regions northwest of his home, where the +hill drops to the lower eminence of Stampers' Hill with its ghetto and negro +quarter clustering round the place where the Boston stage coach used to start +before the Revolution, and the other half in the gracious southerly realm about +George, Benevolent, Power, and Williams Streets, where the old slope holds +unchanged the fine estates and bits of walled garden and steep green lane in +which so many fragrant memories linger. These rambles, together with the +diligent studies which accompanied them, certainly account for a large amount +of the antiquarian lore which at last crowded the modern world from Charles +Ward's mind; and illustrate the mental soil upon which fell, in that fateful winter +of 1919-20, the seeds that came to such strange and terrible fruition. + +Dr. Willett is certain that, up to this ill-omened winter of first change, Charles +Ward's antiquarianism was free from every trace of the morbid. Graveyards held +for him no particular attraction beyond their quaintness and historic value, and +of anything like violence or savage instinct he was utterly devoid. Then, by +insidious degrees, there appeared to develop a curious sequel to one of his +genealogical triumphs of the year before; when he had discovered among his +maternal ancestors a certain very long-lived man named Joseph Curwen, who + + + + +had come from Salem in March of 1692, and about whom a whispered series of +highly peculiar and disquieting stories clustered. + +Ward's great-great-grandfather Welcome Potter had in 1785 married a certain +'Ann Tillinghast, daughter of Mrs. Eliza, daughter to Capt. James Tillinghast,' of +whose paternity the family had preserved no trace. Late in 1918, whilst +examining a volume of original town records in manuscript, the young +genealogist encountered an entry describing a legal change of name, by which in +1772 a Mrs. Eliza Curwen, widow of Joseph Curwen, resumed, along with her +seven-year-old daughter Ann, her maiden name of Tillinghast; on the ground +'that her Husband's name was become a public Reproach by Reason of what was +knowne after his Decease; the which confirming an antient common Rumour, +tho' not to be credited by a loyall Wife till so proven as to be wholely past +Doubting.' + +This entry came to light upon the accidental separation of two leaves which had +been carefully pasted together and treated as one by a laboured revision of the +page numbers. + +It was at once clear to Charles Ward that he had indeed discovered a hitherto +unknown great-great-great-grandfather. The discovery doubly excited him +because he had already heard vague reports and seen scattered allusions relating +to this person; about whom there remained so few publicly available records, +aside from those becoming public only in modern times, that it almost seemed as +if a conspiracy had existed to blot him from memory. What did appear, +moreover, was of such a singular and provocative nature that one could not fail +to imagine curiously what it was that the colonial recorders were so anxious to +conceal and forget; or to suspect that the deletion had reasons all too valid. + +Before this. Ward had been content to let his romancing about old Joseph +Curwen remain in the idle stage; but having discovered his own relationship to +this apparently "hushed-up" character, he proceeded to hunt out as +systematically as possible whatever he might find concerning him. In this excited +quest he eventually succeeded beyond his highest expectations; for old letters, +diaries, and sheaves of unpublished memoirs in cobwebbed Providence garrets +and elsewhere yielded many illuminating passages which their writers had not +thought it worth their while to destroy. One important sidelight came from a +point as remote as New York, where some Rhode Island colonial correspondence +was stored in the Museum at Fraunces' Tavern. The really crucial thing, though, +and what in Dr, Willett's opinion formed the definite source of Ward's undoing, +was the matter found in August 1919 behind the panelling of the crumbling +house in Olney Court. It was that, beyond a doubt, which opened up those black +vistas whose end was deeper than the pit. + + + + +II. An Antecedent and a Horror + + + +Joseph Curwen, as revealed by the rambhng legends embodied in what Ward +heard and unearthed, was a very astonishing, enigmatic, and obscurely horrible +individual. He had fled from Salem to Providence - that universal haven of the +odd, the free, and the dissenting - at the beginning of the great witchcraft panic; +being in fear of accusation because of his solitary ways and queer chemical or +alchemical experiments. He was a colourless-looking man of about thirty, and +was soon found qualified to become a freeman of Providence; thereafter buying a +home lot just north of Gregory Dexter's at about the foot of Olney Street. His +house was built on Stampers' Hill west of the Town Street, in what later became +Olney Court; and in 1761 he replaced this with a larger one, on the same site, +which is still standing. + +Now the first odd thing about Joseph Curwen was that he did not seem to grow +much older than he had been on his arrival. He engaged in shipping enterprises, +purchased wharfage near Mile-End Cove, helped rebuild the Great Bridge in +1713, and in 1723 was one of the founders of the Congregational Church on the +hill; but always did he retain his nondescript aspect of a man not greatly over +thirty or thirty-five. As decades mounted up, this singular quality began to excite +wide notice; but Curwen always explained it by saying that he came of hardy +forefathers, and practised a simplicity of living which did not wear him our. +How such simplicity could be reconciled with the inexplicable comings and +goings of the secretive merchant, and with the queer gleaming of his windows at +all hours of night, was not very clear to the townsfolk; and they were prone to +assign other reasons for his continued youth and longevity. It was held, for the +most part, that Curwen's incessant mixings and boilings of chemicals had much +to do with his condition. Gossip spoke of the strange substances he brought from +London and the Indies on his ships or purchased in Newport, Boston, and New +York; and when old Dr. Jabez Bowen came from Rehoboth and opened his +apothecary shop across the Great Bridge at the Sign of the Unicorn and Mortar, +there was ceaseless talk of the drugs, acids, and metals that the taciturn recluse +incessantly bought or ordered from him. Acting on the assumption that Curwen +possessed a wondrous and secret medical skill, many sufferers of various sorts +applied to him for aid; but though he appeared to encourage their belief in a non- +committal way, and always gave them odd-coloured potions in response to their +requests, it was observed that his ministrations to others seldom proved of +benefit. At length, when over fifty years had passed since the stranger's advent, +and without producing more than five years' apparent change in his face and +physique, the people began to whisper more darkly; and to meet more than half +way that desire for isolation which he had always shewn. + + + + +Private letters and diaries of the period reveal, too, a multitude of other reasons +why Joseph Curwen was marvelled at, feared, and finally shunned like a plague. +His passion for graveyards, in which he was glimpsed at all hours, and under all +conditions, was notorious; though no one had witnessed any deed on his part +which could actually be termed ghoulish. On the Pawtuxet Road he had a farm, +at which he generally lived during the summer, and to which he would +frequently be seen riding at various odd times of the day or night. Here his only +visible servants, farmers, and caretakers were a sullen pair of aged Narragansett +Indians; the husband dumb and curiously scarred, and the wife of a very +repulsive cast of countenance, probably due to a mixture of negro blood. In the +lead-to of this house was the laboratory where most of the chemical experiments +were conducted. Curious porters and teamers who delivered bottles, bags, or +boxes at the small read door would exchange accounts of the fantastic flasks, +crucibles, alembics, and furnaces they saw in the low shelved room; and +prophesied in whispers that the close-mouthed "chymist" - by which they meant +alchemist - would not be long in finding the Philosopher's Stone. The nearest +neighbours to this farm - the Fenners, a quarter of a mile away - had still queerer +things to tell of certain sounds which they insisted came from the Curwen place +in the night. There were cries, they said, and sustained bowlings; and they did +not like the large numbers of livestock which thronged the pastures, for no such +amount was needed to keep a lone old man and a very few servants in meat, +milk, and wool. The identity of the stock seemed to change from week to week as +new droves were purchased from the Kingstown farmers. Then, too, there was +something very obnoxious about a certain great stone outbuilding with only high +narrow slits for windows. + +Great Bridge idlers likewise had much to say of Curwen's town house in Olney +Court; not so much the fine new one built in 1761, when the man must have been +nearly a century old, but the first low gambrel-roofed one with the windowless +attic and shingled sides, whose timbers he took the peculiar precaution of +burning after its demolition. Here there was less mystery, it is true; but the hours +at which lights were seen, the secretiveness of the two swarthy foreigners who +comprised the only menservants, the hideous indistinct mumbling of the +incredibly aged French housekeeper, the large amounts of food seen to enter a +door within which only four persons lived, and the quality of certain voices often +heard in muffled conversation at highly unseasonable times, all combined with +what was known of the Pawtuxet farm to give the place a bad name. + +In choicer circles, too, the Curwen home was by no means undiscussed; for as the +newcomer had gradually worked into the church and trading life of the town, he +had naturally made acquaintances of the better sort, whose company and +conversation he was well fitted by education to enjoy. His birth was known to be +good, since the Curwens or Corwins of Salem needed no introduction in New + + + + +England. It developed that Joseph Curwen had travelled much in very early life, +living for a time in England and making at least two voyages to the Orient; and +his speech, when he deigned to use it, was that of a learned and cultivated +Englishman. But for some reason or other Curwen did not care for society. +Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve +that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane. + +There seemed to lurk in his bearing some cryptic, sardonic arrogance, as if he +had come to find all human beings dull though having moved among stranger +and more potent entities. When Dr. Checkley the famous wit came from Boston +in 1738 to be rector of King's Church, he did not neglect calling on one of whom +he soon heard so much; but left in a very short while because of some sinister +undercurrent he detected in his host's discourse. Charles Ward told his father, +when they discussed Curwen one winter evening, that he would give much to +learn what the mysterious old man had said to the sprightly cleric, but that all +diarists agree concerning Dr. Checkley's reluctance to repeat anything he had +heard. The good man had been hideously shocked, and could never recall Joseph +Curwen without a visible loss of the gay urbanity for which he was famed. + +More definite, however, was the reason why another man of taste and breeding +avoided the haughty hermit. In 1746 Mr. John Merritt, an elderly English +gentleman of literary and scientific leanings, came from Newport to the town +which was so rapidly overtaking it in standing, and built a fine country seat on +the Neck in what is now the heart of the best residence section. He lived in +considerable style and comfort, keeping the first coach and liveried servants in +town, and taking great pride in his telescope, his microscope, and his well- +chosen library of English and Latin books. Hearing of Curwen as the owner of +the best library in Providence, Mr. Merritt early paid him a call, and was more +cordially received than most other callers at the house had been. His admiration +for his host's ample shelves, which besides the Greek, Latin, and English classics +were equipped with a remarkable battery of philosophical, mathematical, and +scientific works including Paracelsus, Agricola, Van Helmont, Sylvius, Glauber, +Boyle, Boerhaave, Becher, and Stahl, led Curwen to suggest a visit to the +farmhouse and laboratory whither he had never invited anyone before; and the +two drove out at once in Mr. Merritt's coach. + +Mr. Merritt always confessed to seeing nothing really horrible at the farmhouse, +but maintained that the titles of the books in the special library of +thaumaturgical, alchemical, and theological subjects which Curwen kept in a +front room were alone sufficient to inspire him with a lasting loathing. Perhaps, +however, the facial expression of the owner in exhibiting them contributed much +of the prejudice. This bizarre collection, besides a host of standard works which +Mr. Merritt was not too alarmed to envy, embraced nearly all the cabbalists. + + + + +daemonologists, and magicians known to man; and was a treasure-house of lore +in the doubtful realms of alchemy and astrology. Hermes Trismegistus in +Mesnard's edition, the Turba Philosophorum, Geber's Liber Investigationis, and +Artephius's Key of Wisdom all were there; with the cabbalistic Zohar, Peter +Jammy's set of Albertus Magnus, Raymond Lully's Ars Magna et Ultima in +Zetsner's edition, Roger Bacon's Thesaurus Chemicus, Fludd's Clavis Alchimiae, +and Trithemius's De Lapide Philosophico crowding them close. Mediaeval Jews +and Arabs were represented in profusion, and Mr. Merritt turned pale when, +upon taking down a fine volume conspicuously labelled as the Qanoon-e-Islam, +he found it was in truth the forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul +Alhazred, of which he had heard such monstrous things whispered some years +previously after the exposure of nameless rites at the strange little fishing village +of Kingsport, in the province of the Massachussetts-Bay. + +But oddly enough, the worthy gentleman owned himself most impalpably +disquieted by a mere minor detail. On the huge mahogany table there lay face +downwards a badly worn copy of Borellus, bearing many cryptical marginalia +and interlineations in Curwen's hand. The book was open at about its middle, +and one paragraph displayed such thick and tremulous pen-strokes beneath the +lines of mystic black-letter that the visitor could not resist scanning it through. +Whether it was the nature of the passage underscored, or the feverish heaviness +of the strokes which formed the underscoring, he could not tell; but something in +that combination affected him very badly and very peculiarly. He recalled it to +the end of his days, writing it down from memory in his diary and once trying to +recite it to his close friend Dr. Checkley till he saw how greatly it disturbed the +urbane rector. It read: + +'The essential Saltes of Animals may be so prepared and preserved, that an +ingenious Man may have the whole Ark of Noah in his own Studie, and raise the +fine Shape of an Animal out of its Ashes at his Pleasure; and by the lyke Method +from the essential Saltes of humane Dust, a Philosopher may, without any +criminal Necromancy, call up the Shape of any dead Ancestour from the Dust +whereinto his Bodie has been incinerated.' + +It was near the docks along the southerly part of the Town Street, however, that +the worst things were muttered about Joseph Curwen. Sailors are superstitious +folk; and the seasoned salts who manned the infinite rum, slave, and molasses +sloops, the rakish privateers, and the great brigs of the Browns, Crawfords, and +Tillinghasts, all made strange furtive signs of protection when they saw the slim, +deceptively young-looking figure with its yellow hair and slight stoop entering +the Curwen warehouse in Doubloon Street or talking with captains and +supercargoes on the long quay where the Curwen ships rode restlessly. +Curwen's own clerks and captains hated and feared him, and all his sailors were + + + + +mongrel riff-raff from Martinique, St. Eustatius, Havana, or Port Royal. It was, in +a way, the frequency with which these sailors were replaced which inspired the +acutest and most tangible part of the fear in which the old man was held. A crew +would be turned loose in the town on shore leave, some of its members perhaps +charged with this errand or that; and when reassembled it would be almost sure +to lack one or more men. That many of the errands had concerned the farm of +Pawtuxet Road, and that few of the sailors had ever been seen to return from that +place, was not forgotten; so that in time it became exceedingly difficult for +Curwen to keep his oddly assorted hands. Almost invariably several would +desert soon after hearing the gossip of the Providence wharves, and their +replacement in the West Indies became an increasingly great problem to the +merchant. + +By 1760 Joseph Curwen was virtually an outcast, suspected of vague horrors and +daemoniac alliances which seemed all the more menacing because they could not +be named, understood, or even proved to exist. The last straw may have come +from the affair of the missing soldiers in 1758, for in March and April of that year +two Royal regiments on their way to New France were quartered in Providence, +and depleted by an inexplicable process far beyond the average rate of desertion. +Rumour dwelt on the frequency with which Curwen was wont to be seen talking +with the red-coated strangers; and as several of them began to be missed, people +thought of the odd conditions among his own seamen. What would have +happened if the regiments had not been ordered on, no one can tell. + +Meanwhile the merchant's worldly affairs were prospering. He had a virtual +monopoly of the town's trade in saltpetre, black pepper, and cinnamon, and +easily led any other one shipping establishment save the Browns in his +importation of brassware, indigo, cotton, woollens, salt, rigging, iron, paper, and +English goods of every kind. Such shopkeepers as James Green, at the Sign of the +Elephant in Cheapside, the Russells, at the Sign of the Golden Eagle across the +Bridge, or Clark and Nightingale at the Frying-Pan and Fish near New Coffee- +House, depended almost wholly upon him for their stock; and his arrangements +with the local distillers, the Narragansett dairymen and horse-breeders, and the +Newport candle-makers, made him one of the prime exporters of the Colony. + +Ostracised though he was, he did not lack for civic spirit of a sort. When the +Colony House burned down, he subscribed handsomely to the lotteries by which +the new brick one - still standing at the head of its parade in the old main street - +was built in 1761. In that same year, too, he helped rebuild the Great Bridge after +the October gale. He replaced many of the books of the public library consumed +in the Colony House fire, and bought heavily in the lottery that gave the muddy +Market Parade and deep-rutted Town Street their pavement of great round +stones with a brick footwalk or "causey" in the middle. About this time, also, he + + + + +built the plain but excellent new house whose doorway is still such a triumph of +carving. When the Whitefield adherents broke off from Dr. Cotton's hill church +in 1743 and founded Deacon Snow's church across the Bridge, Curwen had gone +with them; though his zeal and attendance soon abated. Now, however, he +cultivated piety once more; as if to dispel the shadow which had thrown him into +isolation and would soon begin to wreck his business fortunes if not sharply +checked. + + + +The sight of this strange, pallid man, hardly middle-aged in aspect yet certainly +not less than a full century old, seeking at last to emerge from a cloud of fright +and detestation too vague to pin down or analyse, was at once a pathetic, a +dramatic, and a contemptible thing. Such is the power of wealth and of surface +gestures, however, that there came indeed a slight abatement in the visible +aversion displayed toward him; especially after the rapid disappearances of his +sailors abruptly ceased. He must likewise have begun to practice an extreme care +and secrecy in his graveyard expeditions, for he was never again caught at such +wanderings; whilst the rumours of uncanny sounds and manoeuvres at his +Pawtuxet farm diminished in proportion. His rate of food consumption and +cattle replacement remained abnormally high; but not until modern times, when +Charles Ward examined a set of his accounts and invoices in the Shepley Library, +did it occur to any person - save one embittered youth, perhaps - to make dark +comparisons between the large number of Guinea blacks he imported until 1766, +and the disturbingly small number for whom he could produce bona fide bills of +sale either to slave-dealers at the Great Bridge or to the planters of the +Narragansett Country. Certainly, the cunning and ingenuity of this abhorred +character were uncannily profound, once the necessity for their exercise had +become impressed upon him. + +But of course the effect of all this belated mending was necessarily slight. +Curwen continued to be avoided and distrusted, as indeed the one fact of his +continued air of youth at a great age would have been enough to warrant; and he +could see that in the end his fortunes would be likely to suffer. His elaborate +studies and experiments, whatever they may have been, apparently required a +heavy income for their maintenance; and since a change of environment would +deprive him of the trading advantages he had gained, it would not have profited +him to begin anew in a different region just then. Judgement demanded that he +patch up his relations with the townsfolk of Providence, so that his presence +might no longer be a signal for hushed conversation, transparent excuses or +errands elsewhere, and a general atmosphere of constraint and uneasiness. His +clerks, being now reduced to the shiftless and impecunious residue whom no +one else would employ, were giving him much worry; and he held to his sea- + + + + +captains and mates only by shrewdness in gaining some kind of ascendancy over +them - a mortgage, a promissory note, or a bit of information very pertinent to +their welfare. In many cases, diarists have recorded with some awe, Curwen +shewed almost the power of a wizard in unearthing family secrets for +questionable use. During the final five years of his life it seemed as though only +direct talks with the long-dead could possibly have furnished some of the data +which he had so glibly at his tongue's end. + +About this time the crafty scholar hit upon a last desperate expedient to regain +his footing in the community. Hitherto a complete hermit, he now determined to +contract an advantageous marriage; securing as a bride some lady whose +unquestioned position would make all ostracism of his home impossible. It may +be that he also had deeper reasons for wishing an alliance; reasons so far outside +the known cosmic sphere that only papers found a century and a half after his +death caused anyone to suspect them; but of this nothing certain can ever be +learned. Naturally he was aware of the horror and indignation with which any +ordinary courtship of his would be received, hence he looked about for some +likely candidate upon whose parents he might exert a suitable pressure. Such +candidates, he found, were not at all easy to discover; since he had very +particular requirements in the way of beauty, accomplishments, and social +security. At length his survey narrowed down to the household of one of his best +and oldest ship-captains, a widower of high birth and unblemished standing +named Dutee Tillinghast, whose only daughter Eliza seemed dowered with +every conceivable advantage save prospects as an heiress. Capt. Tillinghast was +completely under the domination of Curwen; and consented, after a terrible +interview in his cupolaed house on Power's Lane hill, to sanction the +blasphemous alliance. + +Eliza Tillinghast was at that time eighteen years of age, and had been reared as +gently as the reduced circumstances of her father permitted. She had attended +Stephen Jackson's school opposite the Court-House Parade; and had been +diligently instructed by her mother, before the latter's death of smallpox in 1757, +in all the arts and refinements of domestic life. A sampler of hers, worked in 1753 +at the age of nine, may still be found in the rooms of the Rhode Island Historical +Society. After her mother's death she had kept the house, aided only by one old +black woman. Her arguments with her father concerning the proposed Curwen +marriage must have been painful indeed; but of these we have no record. Certain +it is that her engagement to young Ezra Weeden, second mate of the Crawford +packet Enterprise, was dutifully broken off, and that her union with Joseph +Curwen took place on the seventh of March, 1763, in the Baptist church, in the +presence of the most distinguished assemblages which the town could boast; the +ceremony being performed by the younger Samuel Winsor. The Gazette +mentioned the event very briefly, and in most surviving copies the item in + + + + +question seems to be cut or torn out. Ward found a single intact copy after much +search in the archives of a private collector of note, observing with amusement +the meaningless urbanity of the language: + +'Monday evening last, Mr. Joseph Curwen, of this Town, Merchant, was married +to Miss Eliza Tillinghast, Daughter of Capt. Dutee Tillinghast, a young Lady who +has real Merit, added to a beautiful Person, to grace the connubial State and +perpetuate its Felicity.' + +The collection of Durfee-Arnold letters, discovered by Charles Ward shortly +before his first reputed madness in the private collection of Melville F. Peters, +Esq., of George St., and covering this and a somewhat antecedent period, throws +vivid light on the outrage done to public sentiment by this ill-assorted match. +The social influence of the Tillinghasts, however, was not to be denied; and once +more Joseph Curwen found his house frequented by persons whom he could +never otherwise have induced to cross his threshold. His acceptance was by no +means complete, and his bride was socially the sufferer through her forced +venture; but at all events the wall of utter ostracism was somewhat torn down. In +his treatment of his wife the strange bridegroom astonished both her and the +community by displaying an extreme graciousness and consideration. The new +house in Olney Court was now wholly free from disturbing manifestations, and +although Curwen was much absent at the Pawtuxet farm which his wife never +visited, he seemed more like a normal citizen than at any other time in his long +years of residence. Only one person remained in open enmity with him, this +being the youthful ship's officer whose engagement to Eliza Tillinghast had been +so abruptly broken. Ezra Weeden had frankly vowed vengeance; and though of a +quiet and ordinarily mild disposition, was now gaining a hate-bred, dogged +purpose which boded no good to the usurping husband. + +On the seventh of May, 1765, Curwen's only child Ann was born; and was +christened by the Rev. John Graves of King's Church, of which both husband and +wife had become communicants shortly after their marriage, in order to +compromise between their respective Congregational and Baptist affiliations. +The record of this birth, as well as that of the marriage two years before, was +stricken from most copies of the church and town annals where it ought to +appear; and Charles Ward located both with the greatest difficulty after his +discover of the widow's change of name had apprised him of his own +relationship, and engendered the feverish interest which culminated in his +madness. The birth entry, indeed, was found very curiously through +correspondence with the heirs of the loyalist Dr. Graves, who had taken with +him a duplicate set of records when he left his pastorate at the outbreak of the +Revolution. Ward had tried this source because he knew that his great-great- +grandmother Ann Tillinghast Potter had been an Episcopalian. + + + + +Shortly after the birth of his daughter, an event he seemed to welcome with a +fervour greatly out of keeping with his usual coldness, Curwen resolved to sit for +a portrait. This he had painted by a very gifted Scotsman named Cosmo +Alexander, then a resident of Newport, and since famous as the early teacher of +Gilbert Stuart. The likeness was said to have been executed on a wall-panel of the +library of the house in Olney Court, but neither of the two old diaries mentioning +it gave any hint of its ultimate disposition. At this period the erratic scholar +shewed signs of unusual abstraction, and spent as much time as he possibly +could at his farm on the Pawtuxet Road. He seemed, as was stated, in a condition +of suppressed excitement or suspense; as if expecting some phenomenal thing or +on the brink of some strange discovery. Chemistry or alchemy would appear to +have played a great part, for he took from his house to the farm the greater +number of his volumes on that subject. + +His affectation of civic interest did not diminish, and he lost no opportunities for +helping such leaders as Stephen Hopkins, Joseph Brown, and Benjamin West in +their efforts to raise the cultural tone of the town, which was then much below +the level of Newport in its patronage of the liberal arts. He had helped Daniel +Jenckes found his bookshop in 1763, and was thereafter his best customer; +extending aid likewise to the struggling Gazette that appeared each Wednesday +at the Sign of Shakespeare's Head. In politics he ardently supported Governor +Hopkins against the Ward party whose prime strength was in Newport, and his +really eloquent speech at Hacher's Hall in 1765 against the setting off of North +Providence as a separate town with a pro-Ward vote in the General Assembly +did more than any other thing to wear down the prejudice against him. But Ezra +Weeden, who watched him closely, sneered cynically at all this outward activity; +and freely swore it was no more than a mask for some nameless traffick with the +blackest gulfs of Tartarus. The revengeful youth began a systematic study of the +man and his doings whenever he was in port; spending hours at night by the +wharves with a dory in readiness when he saw lights in the Curwen warehouses, +and following the small boat which would sometimes steal quietly off and down +the bay. He also kept as close a watch as possible on the Pawtuxet farm, and was +once severely bitten by the dogs the old Indian couple loosed upon him. + + + +In 1766 came the final change in Joseph Curwen. It was very sudden, and gained +wide notice amongst the curious townsfolk; for the air of suspense and +expectancy dropped like an old cloak, giving instant place to an ill-concealed +exaltation of perfect triumph. Curwen seemed to have difficulty in restraining +himself from public harangues on what he had found or learned or made; but +apparently the need of secrecy was greater than the longing to share his +rejoicing, for no explanation was ever offered by him. It was after this transition. + + + + +which appears to have come early in July, that the sinister scholar began to +astonish people by his possession of information which only their long-dead +ancestors would seem to be able to impart. + +But Curwen's feverish secret activities by no means ceased with this change. On +the contrary, they tended rather to increase; so that more and more of his +shipping business was handled by the captains whom he now bound to him by +ties of fear as potent as those of bankruptcy had been. He altogether abandoned +the slave trade, alleging that its profits were constantly decreasing. Every +possible moment was spent at the Pawtuxet farm; although there were rumours +now and then of his presence in places which, though not actually near +graveyards, were yet so situated in relation to graveyards that thoughtful people +wondered just how thorough the old merchant's change of habits really was. +Ezra Weeden, though his periods of espionage were necessarily brief and +intermittent on account of his sea voyaging, had a vindictive persistence which +the bulk of the practical townsfolk and farmers lacked; and subjected Curwen's +affairs to a scrutiny such as they had never had before. + +Many of the odd manoeuvres of the strange merchant's vessels had been taken +for granted on account of the unrest of the times, when every colonist seemed +determined to resist the provisions of the Sugar Act which hampered a +prominent traffick. Smuggling and evasion were the rule in Narragansett Bay, +and nocturnal landings of illicit cargoes were continuous commonplaces. But +Weeden, night after night following the lighters or small sloops which he saw +steal off from the Curwen warehouses at the Town Street docks, soon felt +assured that it was not merely His Majesty's armed ships which the sinister +skulker was anxious to avoid. Prior to the change in 1766 these boats had for the +most part contained chained negroes, who were carried down and across the bay +and landed at an obscure point on the shore just north of Pawtuxet; being +afterward driven up the bluff and across country to the Curwen farm, where +they were locked in that enormous stone outbuilding which had only five high +narrow slits for windows. After that change, however, the whole programme +was altered. Importation of slaves ceased at once, and for a time Curwen +abandoned his midnight sailings. Then, about the spring of 1767, a new policy +appeared. Once more the lighters grew wont to put out from the black, silent +docks, and this time they would go down the bay some distance, perhaps as far +as Namquit Point, where they would meet and receive cargo from strange ships +of considerable size and widely varied appearance. Curwen's sailors would then +deposit this cargo at the usual point on the shore, and transport it overland to the +farm; locking it in the same cryptical stone building which had formerly received +the negroes. The cargo consisted almost wholly of boxes and cases, of which a +large proportion were oblong and heavy and disturbingly suggestive of coffins. + + + + +Weeden always watched the farm with unremitting assiduity; visiting it each +night for long periods, and seldom letting a week go by without a sight except +when the ground bore a footprint-revealing snow. Even then he would often +walk as close as possible in the travelled road or on the ice of the neighbouring +river to see what tracks others might have left. Finding his own vigils interrupted +by nautical duties, he hired a tavern companion named Eleazar Smith to +continue the survey during his absence; and between them the two could have +set in motion some extraordinary rumours. That they did not do so was only +because they knew the effect of publicity would be to warn their quarry and +make further progress impossible. Instead, they wished to learn something +definite before taking any action. What they did learn must have been startling +indeed, and Charles Ward spoke many times to his parents of his regret at +Weeden's later burning of his notebooks. All that can be told of their discoveries +is what Eleazar Smith jotted down in a non too coherent diary, and what other +diarists and letter-writers have timidly repeated from the statements which they +finally made - and according to which the farm was only the outer shell of some +vast and revolting menace, of a scope and depth too profound and intangible for +more than shadowy comprehension. + +It is gathered that Weeden and Smith became early convinced that a great series +of tunnels and catacombs, inhabited by a very sizeable staff of persons besides +the old Indian and his wife, underlay the farm. The house was an old peaked +relic of the middle seventeenth century with enormous stack chimney and +diamond-paned lattice windows, the laboratory being in a lean-to toward the +north, where the roof came nearly to the ground. This building stood clear of any +other; yet judging by the different voices heard at odd times within, it must have +been accessible through secret passages beneath. These voices, before 1766, were +mere mumblings and negro whisperings and frenzied screams, coupled with +curious chants or invocations. After that date, however, they assumed a very +singular and terrible cast as they ran the gamut betwixt dronings of dull +acquiescence and explosions of frantic pain or fury, rumblings of conversations +and whines of entreaty, pantings of eagerness and shouts of protest. They +appeared to be in different languages, all known to Curwen, whose rasping +accents were frequently distinguishable in reply, reproof, or threatening. +Sometimes it seemed that several persons must be in the house; Curwen, certain +captives, and the guards of those captives. There were voices of a sort that +neither Weeden nor Smith had ever heard before despite their wide knowledge +of foreign parts, and many that they did seem to place as belonging to this or that +nationality. The nature of the conversations seemed always a kind of catechism, +as if Curwen were extorting some sort of information from terrified or rebellious +prisoners. + + + + +Weeden had many verbatim reports of overheard scraps in his notebook, for +Enghsh, French, and Spanish, which he knew, were frequently used; but of these +nothing has survived. He did, however, say that besides a few ghouhsh +dialogues in which the past affairs of Providence families were concerned, most +of the questions and answers he could understand were historical or scientific; +occasionally pertaining to very remote places and ages. Once, for example, an +alternately raging and sullen figure was questioned in French about the Black +Prince's massacre at Limoges in 1370, as if there were some hidden reason which +he ought to know. Curwen asked the prisoner - if prisoner he were - whether the +order to slay was given because of the Sign of the Goat found on the altar in the +ancient Roman crypt beneath the Cathedral, or whether the Dark Man of the +Haute Vienne had spoken the Three Words. Failing to obtain replies, the +inquisitor had seemingly resorted to extreme means; for there was a terrific +shriek followed by silence and muttering and a bumping sound. + +None of these colloquies was ever ocularly witnessed, since the windows were +always heavily draped. Once, though, during a discourse in an unknown tongue, +a shadow was seen on the curtain which startled Weeden exceedingly; +reminding him of one of the puppets in a show he had seen in the autumn of +1764 in Hacher's Hall, when a man from Germantown, Pennsylvania, had given +a clever mechanical spectacle advertised as + +'A View of the Famous City of Jerusalem, in which are represented Jerusalem, +the Temple of Solomon, his Royal Throne, the noted Towers, and Hills, likewise +the Suffering of Our Saviour from the Garden of Gethsemane to the Cross on the +Hill of Golgotha; an artful piece of Statuary, Worthy to be seen by the Curious.' + +It was on this occasion that the listener, who had crept close to the window of the +front room whence the speaking proceeded, gave a start which roused the old +Indian pair and caused them to loose the dogs on him. After that no more +conversations were ever heard in the house, and Weeden and Smith concluded +that Curwen had transferred his field of action to regions below. + +That such regions in truth existed, seemed amply clear from many things. Faint +cries and groans unmistakably came up now and then from what appeared to be +the solid earth in places far from any structure; whilst hidden in the bushes along +the river-bank in the rear, where the high ground sloped steeply down to the +valley of the Pawtuxet, there was found an arched oaken door in a frame of +heavy masonry, which was obviously an entrance to caverns within the hill. +When or how these catacombs could have been constructed, Weeden was unable +to say; but he frequently pointed out how easily the place might have been +reached by bands of unseen workmen from the river. Joseph Curwen put his +mongrel seamen to diverse uses indeed! During the heavy spring rains of 1769 + + + + +the two watchers kept a sharp eye on the steep river-bank to see if any +subterrene secrets might be washed to hght, and were rewarded by the sight of a +profusion of both human and animal bones in places where deep gullies had +been worn in the banks. Naturally there might be many explanations of such +things in the rear of a stock farm, and a locality where old Indian bury-grounds +were common, but Weeden and Smith drew their own inferences. + +It was in January 1770, whilst Weeden and Smith were still debating vainly on +what, if anything, to think or do about the whole bewildering business, that the +incident of the Fortaleza occurred. Exasperated by the burning of the revenue +sloop Liberty at Newport during the previous summer, the customs fleet under +Admiral Wallace had adopted an increased vigilance concerning strange vessels; +and on this occasion His Majesty's armed schooner Cygnet, under Capt. Charles +Leslie, captured after a short pursuit one early morning the scow Fortaleza of +Barcelona, Spain, under Capt. Manuel Arruda, bound according to its log from +Grand Cairo, Egypt, to Providence. When searched for contraband material, this +ship revealed the astonishing fact that its cargo consisted exclusively of Egyptian +mummies, consigned to "Sailor A. B. C", who would come to remove his goods +in a lighter just off Namquit Point and whose identity Capt. Arruda felt himself +in honour bound not to reveal. The Vice-Admiralty at Newport, at a loss what to +do in view of the non-contraband nature of the cargo on the one hand and of the +unlawful secrecy of the entry on the other hand, compromised on Collector +Robinson's recommendation by freeing the ship but forbidding it a port in Rhode +Island waters. There were later rumours of its having been seen in Boston +Harbour, though it never openly entered the Port of Boston. + +This extraordinary incident did not fail of wide remark in Providence, and there +were not many who doubted the existence of some connexion between the cargo +of mummies and the sinister Joseph Curwen. His exotic studies and his curious +chemical importations being common knowledge, and his fondness for +graveyards being common suspicion; it did not take much imagination to link +him with a freakish importation which could not conceivably have been destined +for anyone else in the town. As if conscious of this natural belief, Curwen took +care to speak casually on several occasions of the chemical value of the balsams +found in mummies; thinking perhaps that he might make the affair seem less +unnatural, yet stopping just short of admitting his participation. Weeden and +Smith, of course, felt no doubt whatsoever of the significance of the thing; and +indulged in the wildest theories concerning Curwen and his monstrous labours. + +The following spring, like that of the year before, had heavy rains; and the +watchers kept careful track of the river-bank behind the Curwen farm. Large +sections were washed away, and a certain number of bones discovered; but no +glimpse was afforded of any actual subterranean chambers or burrows. + + + + +Something was rumoured, however, at the village of Pawtuxet about a mile +below, where the river flows in falls over a rocky terrace to join the placed +landlocked cove. There, where quaint old cottages climbed the hill from the +rustic bridge, and fishing-smacks lay anchored at their sleepy docks, a vague +report went round of things that were floating down the river and flashing into +sight for a minute as they went over the falls. Of course the Pawtuxet in a long +river which winds through many settled regions abounding in graveyards, and +of course the spring rains had been very heavy; but the fisherfolk about the +bridge did not like the wild way that one of the things stared as it shot down to +the still waters below, or the way that another half cried out although its +condition had greatly departed from that of objects which normally cried out. +That rumour sent Smith - for Weeden was just then at sea - in haste to the river- +bank behind the farm; where surely enough there remained the evidence of an +extensive cave-in. There was, however, no trace of a passage into the steep bank; +for the miniature avalanche had left behind a solid wall of mixed earth and +shrubbery from aloft. Smith went to the extent of some experimental digging, but +was deterred by lack of success - or perhaps by fear of possible success. It is +interesting to speculate on what the persistent and revengeful Weeden would +have done had he been ashore at the time. + + + +By the autumn of 1770 Weeden decided that the time was ripe to tell others of his +discoveries; for he had a large number of facts to link together, and a second eye- +witness to refute the possible charge that jealousy and vindictiveness had +spurred his fancy. As his first confidant he selected Capt. James Mathewson of +the Enterprise, who on the one hand knew him well enough not to doubt his +veracity, and on the other hand was sufficiently influential in the town to be +heard in turn with respect. The colloquy took place in an upper room of Sabin's +Tavern near the docks, with Smith present to corroborate virtually every +statement; and it could be seen that Capt. Mathewson was tremendously +impressed. Like nearly everyone else in the town, he had had black suspicions of +his own anent Joseph Curwen; hence it needed only this confirmation and +enlargement of data to convince him absolutely. At the end of the conference he +was very grave, and enjoined strict silence upon the two younger men. He +would, he said, transmit the information separately to some ten or so of the most +learned and prominent citizens of Providence; ascertaining their views and +following whatever advice they might have to offer. Secrecy would probably be +essential in any case, for this was no matter that the town constables or militia +could cope with; and above all else the excitable crowd must be kept in +ignorance, lest there be enacted in these already troublous times a repetition of +that frightful Salem panic of less than a century before which had first brought +Curwen hither. + + + + +The right persons to tell, he believed, would be Dr. Benjamin West, whose +pamphlet on the late transit of Venus proved him a scholar and keen thinker; +Rev. James Manning, President of the College which had just moved up from +Warren and was temporarily housed in the new King Street schoolhouse +awaiting the completion of its building on the hill above Presbyterian-Lane; ex- +Governor Stephen Hopkins, who had been a member of the Philosophical +Society at Newport, and was a man of very broad perceptions; John Carter, +publisher of the Gazette; all four of the Brown brothers, John, Joseph, Nicholas, +and Moses, who formed the recognised local magnates, and of whom Joseph was +an amateur scientist of parts; old Dr. Jabez Bowen, whose erudition was +considerable, and who had much first-hand knowledge of Curwen's odd +purchases; and Capt. Abraham Whipple, a privateersman of phenomenal +boldness and energy who could be counted on to lead in any active measures +needed. These men, if favourable, might eventually be brought together for +collective deliberation; and with them would rest the responsibility of deciding +whether or not to inform the Governor of the Colony, Joseph Wanton of +Newport, before taking action. + +The mission of Capt. Mathewson prospered beyond his highest expectations; for +whilst he found one or two of the chosen confidants somewhat sceptical of the +possible ghastly side of Weeden's tale, there was not one who did not think it +necessary to take some sort of secret and coordinated action. Curwen, it was +clear, formed a vague potential menace to the welfare of the town and Colony; +and must be eliminated at any cost. Late in December 1770 a group of eminent +townsmen met at the home of Stephen Hopkins and debated tentative measures. +Weeden's notes, which he had given to Capt. Mathewson, were carefully read; +and he and Smith were summoned to give testimony anent details. Something +very like fear seized the whole assemblage before the meeting was over, though +there ran through that fear a grim determination which Capt. Whipple's bluff +and resonant profanity best expressed. They would not notify the Governor, +because a more than legal course seemed necessary. With hidden powers of +uncertain extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could +safely be warned to leave town. Nameless reprisals might ensue, and even if the +sinister creature complied, the removal would be no more than the shifting of an +unclean burden to another place. The times were lawless, and men who had +flouted the King's revenue forces for years were not the ones to balk at sterner +things when duty impelled. Curwen must be surprised at his Pawtuxet farm by a +large raiding-party of seasoned privateersmen and given one decisive chance to +explain himself. If he proved a madman, amusing himself with shrieks and +imaginary conversations in different voices, he would be properly confined. If +something graver appeared, and if the underground horrors indeed turned out +to be real, he and all with him must die. It could be done quietly, and even the +widow and her father need not be told how it came about. + + + + +While these serious steps were under discussion there occurred in the town an +incident so terrible and inexplicable that for a time little else was mentioned for +miles around. In the middle of a moon-light January night with heavy snow +underfoot there resounded over the river and up the hill a shocking series of +cries which brought sleepy heads to every window; and people around +Weybosset Point saw a great white thing plunging frantically along the badly +cleared space in front of the Turk's Head. There was a baying of dogs in the +distance, but this subsided as soon as the clamour of the awakened town became +audible. Parties of men with lanterns and muskets hurried out to see what was +happening, but nothing rewarded their search. The next morning, however, a +giant, muscular body, stark naked, was found on the jams of ice around the +southern piers of the Great Bridge, where the Long Dock stretched out beside +Abbott's distil-house, and the identity of this object became a theme for endless +speculation and whispering. It was not so much the younger as the older folk +who whispered, for only in the patriarchs did that rigid face with horror-bulging +eyes strike any chord of memory. They, shaking as they did so, exchanged +furtive murmurs of wonder and fear; for in those stiff, hideous features lay a +resemblance so marvellous as to be almost an identity - and that identity was +with a man who had died full fifty years before. + +Ezra Weeden was present at the finding; and remembering the baying of the +night before, set out along Weybosset Street and across Muddy Dock Bridge +whence the sound had come. He had a curious expectancy, and was not +surprised when, reaching the edge of the settled district where the street merged +into the Pawtuxet Road, he came upon some very curious tracks in the snow. The +naked giant had been pursued by dogs and many booted men, and the returning +tracks of the hounds and their masters could be easily traced. They had given up +the chase upon coming too near the town. Weeden smiled grimly, and as a +perfunctory detail traced the footprints back to their source. It was the Pawtuxet +farm of Joseph Curwen, as he well knew it would be; and he would have given +much had the yard been less confusingly trampled. As it was, he dared not seem +too interested in full daylight. Dr. Bowen, to whom Weeden went at once with +his report, performed an autopsy on the strange corpse, and discovered +peculiarities which baffled him utterly. The digestive tracts of the huge man +seemed never to have been in use, whilst the whole skin had a coarse, loosely +knit texture impossible to account for. Impressed by what the old men whispered +of this body's likeness to the long-dead blacksmith Daniel Green, whose great- +grandson Aaron Hoppin was a supercargo in Curwen's employ, Weeden asked +casual questions till he found where Green was buried. That night a party of ten +visited the old North Burying Ground opposite Herrenden's Lane and opened a +grave. They found it vacant, precisely as they had expected. + + + + +Meanwhile arrangements had been made with the post riders to intercept Joseph +Curwen's mail, and shortly before the incident of the naked body there was +found a letter from one Jedediah Orne of Salem which made the cooperating +citizens think deeply. Parts of it, copied and preserved in the private archives of +the Smith family where Charles Ward found it, ran as follows. + +I delight that you continue in ye Gett'g at Olde Matters in your Way, and doe not +think better was done at Mr. Hutchinson's in Salem- Village. Certainely, there +was Noth'g but ye liveliest Awfulness in that which H. rais'd upp from What he +cou'd gather onlie a part of. What you sente, did not Worke, whether because of +Any Thing miss'g, or because ye Wordes were not Righte from my Speak'g or yr +Copy'g. I alone am at a Loss. I have not ye Chymicall art to foUowe Borellus, and +owne my Self confounded by ye VII. Booke of ye Necronomicon that you +recommende. But I wou'd have you Observe what was told to us aboute tak'g +Care whom to calle upp, for you are Sensible what Mr. Mather writ in ye + +Magnalia of , and can judge how truely that Horrendous thing is reported. I + +say to you againe, doe not call up Any that you can not put downe; by the Which +I meane. Any that can in Turne call up Somewhat against you, whereby your +PowerfuUest Devices may not be of use. Ask of the Lesser, lest the Greater shal +not wish to Answer, and shal commande more than you. I was frighted when I +read of your know'g what Ben Zariatnatmik hadde in his ebony Boxe, for I was +conscious who must have tolde you. And againe I ask that you shalle write me as +Jedediah and not Simon. In this Community a Man may not live too long, and +you knowe my Plan by which I came back as my Son. I am desirous you will +Acquaint me with what ye Black Man learnt from Sylvanus Cocidius in ye Vault, +under ye Roman Wall, and will be oblig'd for ye lend'g of ye MS. you speak of. + +Another and unsigned letter from Philadelphia provoked equal thought, +especially for the following passage: + +I will observe what you say respecting the sending of Accounts only by yr +Vessels, but can not always be certain when to expect them. In the Matter spoke +of, I require onlie one more thing; but wish to be sure I apprehend you exactly. +You inform me, that no Part must be missing if the finest Effects are to be had, +but you can not but know how hard it is to be sure. It seems a great Hazard and +Burthen to take away the whole Box, and in Town (i.e. St. Peter's, St. Paul's, St. +Mary's or Christ Church) it can scarce be done at all. But I know what +Imperfections were in the one I rais'd up October last, and how many live +Specimens you were forc'd to imploy before you hit upon the right Mode in the +year 1766; so will be guided by you in all Matters. I am impatient for yr Brig, and +inquire daily at Mr. Biddle's Wharf. + + + + +A third suspicious letter was in an unknown tongue and even an unknown +alphabet. In the Smith diary found by Charles Ward a single oft-repeated +combination of characters is clumsily copied; and authorities at Brown +University have pronounced the alphabet Amharic or Abyssinian, although they +do not recognise the word. None of these epistles was ever delivered to Curwen, +though the disappearance of Jedediah Orne from Salem as recorded shortly +afterward shewed that the Providence men took certain quiet steps. The +Pennsylvania Historical Society also has some curious letters received by Dr. +Shippen regarding the presence of an unwholesome character in Philadelphia. +But more decisive steps were in the air, and it is in the secret assemblages of +sworn and tested sailors and faithful old privateersmen in the Brown +warehouses by night that we must look for the main fruits of Weeden's +disclosures. Slowly and surely a plan of campaign was under development +which would leave no trace of Joseph Curwen's noxious mysteries. + +Curwen, despite all precautions, apparently felt that something was in the wind; +for he was now remarked to wear an unusually worried look. His coach was seen +at all hours in the town and on the Pawtuxet Road, and he dropped little by little +the air of forced geniality with which he had latterly sought to combat the town's +prejudice. The nearest neighbours to his farm, the Fenners, one night remarked a +great shaft of light shooting into the sky from some aperture in the roof of that +cryptical stone building with the high, excessively narrow windows; an event +which they quickly communicated to John Brown in Providence. Mr. Brown had +become the executive leader of the select group bent on Curwen's extirpation, +and had informed the Fenners that some action was about to be taken. This he +deemed needful because of the impossibility of their not witnessing the final +raid; and he explained his course by saying that Curwen was known to be a spy +of the customs officers at Newport, against whom the hand of every Providence +skipper, merchant, and farmer was openly or clandestinely raised. Whether the +ruse was wholly believed by neighbours who had seen so many queer things is +not certain; but at any rate the Fenners were willing to connect any evil with a +man of such queer ways. To them Mr. Brown had entrusted the duty of watching +the Curwen farmhouse, and of regularly reporting every incident which took +place there. + + + +The probability that Curwen was on guard and attempting unusual things, as +suggested by the odd shaft of light, precipitated at last the action so carefully +devised by the band of serious citizens. According to the Smith diary a company +of about 100 men met at 10 p.m. on Friday, April 12th, 1771, in the great room of +Thurston's Tavern at the Sign of the Golden Lion on Weybosset Point across the +Bridge. Of the guiding group of prominent men in addition to the leader John + + + + +Brown there were present Dr. Bowen, with his case of surgical instruments. +President Manning without the great periwig (the largest in the Colonies) for +which he was noted. Governor Hopkins, wrapped in his dark cloak and +accompanied by his seafaring brother Esek, whom he had initiated at the last +moment with the permission of the rest, John Carter, Capt. Mathewson, and +Capt. Whipple, who was to lead the actual raiding party. These chiefs conferred +apart in a rear chamber, after which Capt. Whipple emerged to the great room +and gave the gathered seamen their last oaths and instructions. Eleazar Smith +was with the leaders as they sat in the rear apartment awaiting the arrival of Ezra +Weeden, whose duty was to keep track of Curwen and report the departure of +his coach for the farm. + +About 10:30 a heavy rumble was heard on the Great Bridge, followed by the +sound of a coach in the street outside; and at that hour there was no need of +waiting for Weeden in order to know that the doomed man had set out for his +last night of unhallowed wizardry. A moment later, as the receding coach +clattered faintly over the Muddy Dock Bridge, Weeden appeared; and the raiders +fell silently into military order in the street, shouldering the firelocks, fowling- +pieces, or whaling harpoons which they had with them. Weeden and Smith were +with the party, and of the deliberating citizens there were present for active +service Capt. Whipple, the leader, Capt. Esek Hopkins, John Carter, President +Manning, Capt. Mathewson, and Dr. Bowen; together with Moses Brown, who +had come up at the eleventh hour though absent from the preliminary session in +the tavern. All these freemen and their hundred sailors began the long march +without delay, grim and a trifle apprehensive as they left the Muddy Dock +behind and mounted the gentle rise of Broad Street toward the Pawtuxet Road. +Just beyond Elder Snow's church some of the men turned back to take a parting +look at Providence lying outspread under the early spring stars. Steeples and +gables rose dark and shapely, and salt breezes swept up gently from the cove +north of the Bridge. Vega was climbing above the great hill across the water, +whose crest of trees was broken by the roof-line of the unfinished College edifice. +At the foot of that hill, and along the narrow mounting lanes of its side, the old +town dreamed; Old Providence, for whose safety and sanity so monstrous and +colossal a blasphemy was about to be wiped out. + +An hour and a quarter later the raiders arrived, as previously agreed, at the +Fenner farmhouse; where they heard a final report on their intended victim. He +had reached his farm over half an hour before, and the strange light had soon +afterward shot once more into the sky, but there were no lights in any visible +windows. This was always the case of late. Even as this news was given another +great glare arose toward the south, and the party realised that they had indeed +come close to the scene of awesome and unnatural wonders. Capt. Whipple now +ordered his force to separate into three divisions; one of twenty men under + + + + +Eleazar Smith to strike across to the shore and guard the landing-place against +possible reinforcements for Curwen until summoned by a messenger for +desperate service, a second of twenty men under Capt. Esek Hopkins to steal +down into the river valley behind the Curwen farm and demolish with axes or +gunpowder the oaken door in the high, steep bank, and the third to close in on +the house and adjacent buildings themselves. Of this division one third was to be +led by Capt. Mathewson to the cryptical stone edifice with high narrow +windows, another third to follow Capt. Whipple himself to the main farmhouse, +and the remaining third to preserve a circle around the whole group of buildings +until summoned by a final emergency signal. + +The river party would break down the hillside door at the sound of a single +whistle-blast, then wait and capture anything which might issue from the regions +within. At the sound of two whistle-blasts it would advance through the +aperture to oppose the enemy or join the rest of the raiding contingent. The party +at the stone building would accept these respective signals in an analogous +manner; forcing an entrance at the first, and at the second descending whatever +passage into the ground might be discovered, and joining the general or focal +warfare expected to take place within the caverns. A third or emergency signal of +three blasts would summon the immediate reserve from its general guard duty; +its twenty men dividing equally and entering the unknown depths through both +farmhouse and stone building. Capt. Whipple's belief in the existence of +catacombs was absolute, and he took no alternative into consideration when +making his plans. He had with him a whistle of great power and shrillness, and +did not fear any upsetting or misunderstanding of signals. The final reserve at +the landing, of course, was nearly out of the whistle's range; hence would require +a special messenger if needed for help. Moses Brown and John Carter went with +Capt. Hopkins to the river-bank, while President Manning was detailed with +Capt. Mathewson to the stone building. Dr. Bowen, with Ezra Weeden, remained +in Capt. Whipple's party which was to storm the farmhouse itself. The attack was +to begin as soon as a messenger from Capt. Hopkins had joined Capt. Whipple to +notify him of the river party's readiness. The leader would then deliver the loud +single blast, and the various advance parties would commence their +simultaneous attack on three points. Shortly before 1 a.m. the three divisions left +the Fenner farmhouse; one to guard the landing, another to seek the river valley +and the hillside door, and the third to subdivide and attend to teh actual +buildings of the Curwen farm. + +Eleazar Smith, who accompanied the shore-guarding party, records in his diary +an uneventful march and a long wait on the bluff by the bay; broken once by +what seemed to be the distant sound of the signal whistle and again by a peculiar +muffled blend of roaring and crying and a powder blast which seemed to come +from the same direction. Later on one man thought he caught some distant + + + + +gunshots, and still later Smith himself felt the throb of titanic and thunderous +words resounding in upper air. It was just before dawn that a single haggard +messenger with wild eyes and a hideous unknown odour about his clothing +appeared and told the detachment to disperse quietly to their homes and never +again think or speak of the night's doings or of him who had been Joseph +Curwen. Something about the bearing of the messenger carried a conviction +which his mere words could never have conveyed; for though he was a seaman +well known to many of them, there was something obscurely lost or gained in his +soul which set him for evermore apart. It was the same later on when they met +other old companions who had gone into that zone of horror. Most of them had +lost or gained something imponderable and indescribable. They had seen or +heard or felt something which was not for human creatures, and could not forget +it. From them there was never any gossip, for to even the commonest of mortal +instincts there are terrible boundaries. And from that single messenger the party +at the shore caught a nameless awe which almost sealed their own lips. Very few +are the rumours which ever came from any of them, and Eleazar Smith's diary is +the only written record which has survived from that whole expedition which set +forth from the Sign of the Golden Lion under the stars. + +Charles Ward, however, discovered another vague sidelight in some Fenner +correspondence which he found in New London, where he knew another branch +of the family had lived. It seems that the Fenners, from whose house the doomed +farm was distantly visible, had watched the departing columns of raiders; and +had heard very clearly the angry barking of the Curwen dogs, followed by the +first shrill blast which precipitated the attack. This blast had been followed by a +repetition of the great shaft of light from the stone building, and in another +moment, after a quick sounding of the second signal ordering a general invasion, +there had come a subdued prattle of musketry followed by a horrible roaring cry +which the correspondent Luke Fenner had represented in his epistle by the +characters 'Waaaahrrrrr-R'waaahrrr.' + +This cry, however, had possessed a quality which no mere writing could convey, +and the correspondent mentions that his mother fainted completely at the sound. +It was later repeated less loudly, and further but more muffled evidences of +gunfire ensued; together with a loud explosion of powder from the direction of +the river. About an hour afterward all the dogs began to bark frightfully, and +there were vague ground rumblings so marked that the candlesticks tottered on +the mantelpiece. A strong smell of sulphur was noted; and Luke Tenner's father +declared that he heard the third or emergency whistle signal, though the others +failed to detect it. Muffled musketry sounded again, followed by a deep scream +less piercing but even more horrible than the those which had preceded it; a kind +of throaty, nastily plastic cough or gurgle whose quality as a scream must have + + + + +come more from its continuity and psychological import than from its actual +acoustic value. + +Then the flaming thing burst into sight at a point where the Curwen farm ought +to lie, and the human cries of desperate and frightened men were heard. Muskets +flashed and cracked, and the flaming thing fell to the ground. A second flaming +thing appeared, and a shriek of human origin was plainly distinguished. Fenner +wrote that he could even gather a few words belched in frenzy: Almighty, +protect thy lamb! Then there were more shots, and the second flaming thing fell. +After that came silence for about three-quarters of an hour; at the end of which +time little Arthur Fenner, Luke's brother, exclaimed that he saw "a red fog" +going up to the stars from the accursed farm in the distance. No one but the child +can testify to this, but Luke admits the significant coincidence implied by the +panic of almost convulsive fright which at the same moment arched the backs +and stiffened the fur of the three cats then within the room. + +Five minutes later a chill wind blew up, and the air became suffused with an +intolerable stench that only the strong freshness of the sea could have prevented +its being notice by the shore party or by any wakeful souls in the Pawtuxet +village. This stench was nothing which any of the Tenners had ever encountered +before, and produced a kind of clutching, amorphous fear beyond that of the +tomb or the charnel-house. Close upon it came the awful voice which no hapless +hearer will ever be able to forget. It thundered out of the sky like a doom, and +windows rattled as its echoes died away. It was deep and musical; powerful as a +bass organ, but evil as the forbidden books of the Arabs. What it said no man can +tell, for it spoke in an unknown tongue, but this is the writing Luke Fenner set +down to portray the daemoniac intonations: 'DEESMEES JESHET BONE +DOSEFE DUVEMA ENITEMOSS.' Not till the year 1919 did any soul link this +crude transcript with anything else in mortal knowledge, but Charles Ward +paled as he recognised what Mirandola had denounced in shudders as the +ultimate horror among black magic's incantations. + +An unmistakable human shout or deep chorused scream seemed to answer this +malign wonder from the Curwen farm, after which the unknown stench grew +complex with an added odour equally intolerable. A wailing distinctly different +from the scream now burst out, and was protracted ululantly in rising and falling +paroxysms. At times it became almost articulate, though no auditor could trace +any definite words; and at one point it seemed to verge toward the confines of +diabolic and hysterical laughter. Then a yell of utter, ultimate fright and stark +madness wrenched from scores of human throats - a yell which came strong and +clear despite the depth from which it must have burst; after which darkness and +silence ruled all things. Spirals of acrid smoke ascended to blot out the stars. + + + + +though no flames appeared and no buildings were observed to be gone or +injured on the following day. + +Toward dawn two frightened messengers with monstrous and unplaceable +odours saturating their clothing knocked at the Fenner door and requested a keg +of rum, for which they paid very well indeed. One of them told the family that +the affair of Joseph Curwen was over, and that the events of the night were not to +be mentioned again. Arrogant as the order seemed, the aspect of him who gave it +took away all resentment and lent it a fearsome authority; so that only these +furtive letters of Luke Fenner, which he urged his Connecticut relative to +destroy, remain to tell what was seen and heard. The non-compliance of that +relative, whereby the letters were saved after all, has alone kept the matter from +a merciful oblivion. Charles Ward had one detail to add as a result of a long +canvass of Pawtuxet residents for ancestral traditions. Old Charles Slocum of that +village said that there was known to his grandfather a queer rumour concerning +a charred, distorted body found in the fields a week after the death of Joseph +Curwen was announced. What kept the talk alive was the notion that this body, +so far as could be seen in its burnt and twisted condition, was neither thoroughly +human nor wholly allied to any animal which Pawtuxet folk had ever seen or +read about. + + + +Not one man who participated in that terrible raid could ever be induced to say a +word concerning it, and every fragment of the vague data which survives comes +from those outside the final fighting party. There is something frightful in the +care with which these actual raiders destroyed each scrap which bore the least +allusion to the matter. Eight sailors had been killed, but although their bodies +were not produced their families were satisfied with the statement that a clash +with customs officers had occurred. The same statement also covered the +numerous cases of wounds, all of which were extensively bandaged and treated +only by Dr. Jabez Bowen, who had accompanied the party. Hardest to explain +was the nameless odour clinging to all the raiders, a thing which was discussed +for weeks. Of the citizen leaders, Capt. Whipple and Moses Brown were most +severely hurt, and letters of their wives testify the bewilderment which their +reticence and close guarding of their bandages produced. Psychologically every +participant was aged, sobered, and shaken. It is fortunate that they were all +strong men of action and simple, orthodox religionists, for with more subtle +introspectiveness and mental complexity they would have fared ill indeed. +President Manning was the most disturbed; but even he outgrew the darkest +shadow, and smothered memories in prayers. Every man of those leaders had a +stirring part to play in later years, and it is perhaps fortunate that this is so. Little +more than a twelvemonth afterward Capt. Whipple led the mob who burnt the + + + + +revenue ship Gaspee, and in this bold act we may trace one step in the blotting +out of unwholesome images. + +There was delivered to the widow of Joseph Curwen a sealed leaden coffin of +curious design, obviously found ready on the spot when needed, in which she +was told her husband's body lay. He had, it was explained, been killed in a +customs battle about which it was not politic to give details. More than this no +tongue ever uttered of Joseph Curwen's end, and Charles Ward had only a single +hint wherewith to construct a theory. This hint was the merest thread - a shaky +underscoring of a passage in Jedediah Orne's confiscated letter to Curwen, as +partly copied in Ezra Weeden's handwriting. The copy was found in the +possession of Smith's descendants; and we are left to decide whether Weeden +gave it to his companion after the end, as a mute clue to the abnormality which +had occurred, or whether, as is more probable. Smith had it before, and added +the underscoring himself from what he had managed to extract from his friend +by shrewd guessing and adroit cross-questioning. The underlined passage is +merely this: + +I say to you againe, doe not call up Any that you can not put downe; by the +Which I meane. Any that can in Turne call up Somewhat against you, whereby +your Powerfullest Devices may not be of use. Ask of the Lesser, lest the Greater +shal not wish to Answer, and shal commande more than you. + +In the light of this passage, and reflecting on what last unmentionable allies a +beaten man might try to summon in his direst extremity, Charles Ward may well +have wondered whether any citizen of Providence killed Joseph Curwen. + +The deliberate effacement of every memory of the dead man from Providence life +and annals was vastly aided by the influence of the raiding leaders. They had not +at first meant to be so thorough, and had allowed the widow and her father and +child to remain in ignorance of the true conditions; but Capt. Tillinghast was an +astute man, and soon uncovered enough rumours to whet his horror and cause +him to demand that the daughter and granddaughter change their name, burn +the library and all remaining papers, and chisel the inscription from the slate slab +above Joseph Curwen's grave. He knew Capt. Whipple well, and probably +extracted more hints from that bluff mariner and anyone else ever gained +repecting the end of the accursed sorcerer. + +From that time on the obliteration of Curwen's memory became increasingly +rigid, extending at last by common consent even to the town records and files of +the Gazette. It can be compared in spirit only to the hush that lay on Oscar +Wilde's name for a decade after his disgrace, and in extent only to the fate of that + + + + +sinful King of Runazar in Lord Dunsany's tale, whom the Gods decided must not +only cease to be, but must cease ever to have been. + +Mrs. Tillinghast, as the widow became known after 1772, sold the house in Olney +Court and resided with her father in Power's Lane till her death in 1817. The +farm at Pawtuxet, shunned by every living soul, remained to moulder through +the years; and seemed to decay with unaccountable rapidity. By 1780 only the +stone and brickwork were standing, and by 1800 even these had fallen to +shapeless heaps. None ventured to pierce the tangled shrubbery on the river- +bank behind which the hillside door may have lain, nor did any try to frame a +definite image of the scenes amidst which Joseph Curwen departed from the +horrors he had wrought. + +Only robust old Capt. Whipple was heard by alert listeners to mutter once in a + +while to himself, "Pox on that , but he had no business to laugh while he + +screamed. 'Twas as though the damn'd had some'at up his sleeve. For half a + +crown I'd burn his home.' + +III. A Search and an Evocation + + + +Charles Ward, as we have seen, first learned in 1918 of his descent from Joseph +Curwen. That he at once took an intense interest in everything pertaining to the +bygone mystery is not to be wondered at; for every vague rumour that he had +heard of Curwen now became something vital to himself, in whom flowed +Curwen's blood. No spirited and imaginative genealogist could have done +otherwise than begin forthwith an avid and systematic collection of Curwen +data. + +In his first delvings there was not the slightest attempt at secrecy; so that even +Dr. Lyman hesitates to date the youth's madness from any period before the +close of 1919. He talked freely with his family - though his mother was not +particularly pleased to own an ancestor like Curwen - and with the officials of +the various museums and libraries he visited. In applying to private families for +records thought to be in their possession he made no concealment of his object, +and shared the somewhat amused scepticism with which the accounts of the old +diarists and letter-writers were regarded. He often expressed a keen wonder as +to what really had taken place a century and a half before at the Pawtuxet +farmhouse whose site he vainly tried to find, and what Joseph Curwen really had +been. + + + + +When he came across the Smith diary and archives and encountered the letter +from Jedediah Orne he decided to visit Salem and look up Curwen's early +activities and connexions there, which he did during the Easter vacation of 1919. +At the Essex Institute, which was well known to him from former sojourns in the +glamorous old town of crumbling Puritan gables and clustered gambrel roofs, he +was very kindly received, and unearthed there a considerable amount of Curwen +data. He found that his ancestor was born in Salem-Village, now Danvers, seven +miles from town, on the eighteenth of February (O.S.) 1662-3; and that he had run +away to sea at the age of fifteen, not appearing again for nine years, when he +returned with the speech, dress, and manners of a native Englishman and settled +in Salem proper. At that time he had little to do with his family, but spent most +of his hours with the curious books he had brought from Europe, and the strange +chemicals which came for him on ships from England, France, and Holland. +Certain trips of his into the country were the objects of much local +inquisitiveness, and were whisperingly associated with vague rumours of fires +on the hills at night. + +Curwen's only close friends had been one Edward Hutchinson of Salem-Village +and one Simon Orne of Salem. With these men he was often seen in conference +about the Common, and visits among them were by no means infrequent. +Hutchinson had a house well out toward the woods, and it was not altogether +liked by sensitive people because of the sounds heard there at night. He was said +to entertain strange visitors, and the lights seen from his windows were not +always of the same colour. The knowledge he displayed concerning long-dead +persons and long-forgotten events was considered distinctly unwholesome, and +he disappeared about the time the witchcraft panic began, never to be heard +from again. At that time Joseph Curwen also departed, but his settlement in +Providence was soon learned of. Simon Orne lived in Salem until 1720, when his +failure to grow visibly old began to excite attention. He thereafter disappeared, +though thirty years later his precise counterpart and self-styled son turned up to +claim his property. The claim was allowed on the strength of documents in +Simon Orne's known hand, and Jedediah Orne continued to dwell in Salem till +1771, when certain letters from Providence citizens to the Rev. Thomas Barnard +and others brought about his quiet removal to parts unknown. + +Certain documents by and about all of the strange characters were available at +teh Essex Institute, the Court House, and the Registry of Deeds, and included +both harmless commonplaces such as land titles and bills of sale, and furtive +fragments of a more provocative nature. There were four or five unmistakable +allusions to them on the witchcraft trial records; as when one Hepzibah Lawson +swore on July 10, 1692, at the Court of Oyer and Terminer under Judge +Hathorne, that: 'fortie Witches and the Blacke Man were wont to meete in the +Woodes behind Mr. Hutchinson's house', and one Amity How declared at a + + + + +session of August 8th before Judge Gedney that:'Mr. G. B. (Rev. George +Burroughs) on that Nighte putt ye Divell his Marke upon Bridget S., Jonathan A., +Simon O., Dehverance W., Joseph C, Susan P., Mehitable C, and Deborah B.' + +Then there was a catalogue of Hutchinson's uncanny Hbrary as found after his +disappearance, and an unfinished manuscript in his handwriting, couched in a +cipher none could read. Ward had a photostatic copy of this manuscript made, +and began to work casually on the cipher as soon as it was delivered to him. +After the following August his labours on the cipher became intense and +feverish, and there is reason to believe from his speech and conduct that he hit +upon the key before October or November. He never stated, though, whether or +not he had succeeded. + +But of greatest immediate interest was the Orne material. It took Ward only a +short time to prove from identity of penmanship a thing he had already +considered established from the text of the letter to Curwen; namely, that Simon +Orne and his supposed son were one and the same person. As Orne had said to +his correspondent, it was hardly safe to live too long in Salem, hence he resorted +to a thirty -year sojourn abroad, and did not return to claim his lands except as a +representative of a new generation. Orne had apparently been careful to destroy +most of his correspondence, but the citizens who took action in 1771 found and +preserved a few letters and papers which excited their wonder. There were +cryptic formulae and diagrams in his and other hands which Ward now either +copied with care or had photographed, and one extremely mysterious letter in a +chirography that the searcher recognised from items in the Registry of Deeds as +positively Joseph Curwen's. + +This Curwen letter, though undated as to the year, was evidently not the one in +answer to which Orne had written the confiscated missive; and from internal +evidence Ward placed it not much later than 1750. It may not be amiss to give the +text in full, as a sample of the style of one whose history was so dark and terrible. +The recipient is addressed as "Simon", but a line (whether drawn by Curwen or +Orne Ward could not tell) is run through the word. + +Providence, 1. May + +Brother:- + +My honour'd Antient Friende, due Respects and earnest Wishes to Him whom +we serue for yr eternall Power. I am just come upon That which you ought to +knowe, concern'g the Matter of the Laste Extremitie and what to doe regard'g yt. +I am not dispos'd to foUowe you in go'g Away on acct. of my Yeares, for +Prouidence hath not ye Sharpeness of ye Bay in hunt'g oute uncommon Things + + + + +and bringinge to Tryall. I am ty'd up in Shippes and Goodes, and cou'd not doe +as you did, besides the Whiche my Farme at Patuxet hath under it What you +Knowe, and wou'd not waite for my com'g Backe as an Other. + +But I am unreadie for harde Fortunes, as I haue tolde you, and haue longe +work'd upon ye Way of get'g Backe after ye Laste. I laste Night strucke on ye +Wordes that bringe up YOGGE-SOTHOTHE, and sawe for ye first Time that + +Face spoke of by Ibn Schacabao in ye . And IT said, that ye III Psalme in ye + +Liber-Damnatus holdes ye Clauicle. With Sunne in V House, Saturne in Trine, +drawe ye Pentagram of Fire, and saye ye ninth Uerse thrice. This Uerse repeate +eache Roodemas and Hallow's Eue; and ye Thing will breede in ye Outside +Spheres. + +And of ye Seede of Olde shal One be borne who shal looke Backe, tho' know'g +not what he seekes. + +Yett will this auaile Nothing if there be no Heir, and if the Saltes, or the Way to +make the Saltes, bee not Readie for his Hande; and here I will owne, I haue not +taken needed Stepps nor founde Much. Ye Process is plaguy harde to come +neare; and it used up such a Store of Specimens, I am harde putte to it to get +Enough, notwithstand'g the Sailors I haue from ye Indies. Ye People aboute are +become curious, but I can stande them off. Ye Gentry are worse that the +Populace, be'g more Circumstantiall in their Accts. and more belieu'd in what +they tell. That Parson and Mr. Merritt haue talk'd Some, I am fearfuU, but no +Thing soe far is Dangerous. Ye Chymical Substances are easie of get'g, there be'g +II. goode Chymists in Towne, Dr, Bowen and Sam: Carew. I am foll'g oute what +Borellus saith, and haue Helpe in Abdool Al-Hazred his VII. Booke. Whateuer I +gette, you shal haue. And in ye meane while, do not neglect to make use of ye +Wordes I haue here giuen. I haue them Righte, but if you Desire to see HIM, + +imploy the Writings on ye Piece of that I am putt'g in this Packet. Saye ye + +Uerses euery Roodmas and Hallow's Eue; and if ye Line runn out not, one shal +bee in yeares to come that shal looke backe and use what Saltes or Stuff for Saltes +you shal leaue him. Job XIV. XIV. + +I rejoice you are again at Salem, and hope I may see you not longe hence. I haue a +goode Stallion, and am think'g of get'g a Coach, there be'g one (Mr. Merritt's) in +Prouidence already, tho' ye Roades are bad. If you are dispos'd to Trauel, doe +not pass me bye. From Boston take ye Post Rd. thro' Dedham, Wrentham, and +Attleborough, goode Tauerns be'g at all these Townes. Stop at Mr. Balcom's in +Wrentham, where ye Beddes are finer than Mr. Hatch's, but eate at ye other +House for their Cooke is better. Turne into Prou. by Patucket Falls, and ye Rd. +past Mr. Sayles's Tauern. My House opp. Mr. Epenetus Olney's Tauern off ye + + + + +Towne Street, 1st on ye N. side of Olney's Court. Distance from Boston Stone abt. +XLIV Miles. + +Sir, I am ye olde and true Friend and Serut. in Almonsin-Metraton. + +Josephus C. + +To Mr. Simon Orne, + +William 's-Lane, in Salem. + +This letter, oddly enough, was what first gave Ward the exact location of +Curwen's Providence home; for none of the records encountered up to that time +had been at all specific. The discovery was doubly striking because it indicated as +the newer Curwen house, built in 1761 on the site of the old, a dilapidated +building still standing in Olney Court and well known to Ward in his +antiquarian rambles over Stampers' Hill. The place was indeed only a few +squares from his own home on the great hill's higher ground, and was now the +abode of a negro family much esteemed for occasional washing, housecleaning, +and furnace-tending services. To find, in distant Salem, such sudden proof of the +significance of this familiar rookery in his own family history, was a highly +impressive thing to Ward; and he resolved to explore the place immediately +upon his return. The more mystical phases of the letter, which he took to be some +extravagant kind of symbolism, frankly baffled him; though he noted with a +thrill of curiousity that the Biblical passage referred to - Job 14,14 - was the +familiar verse, 'If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed +time will I wait, until my change come.' + + + +Young Ward came home in a state of pleasant excitement, and spent the +following Saturday in a long and exhaustive study of the house in Olney Court. +The place, now crumbling with age, had never been a mansion; but was a modest +two-and-a-half story wooden town house of the familiar Providence colonial +type, with plain peaked roof, large central chimney, and artistically carved +doorway with rayed fanlight, triangular pediment, and trim Doric pilasters. It +had suffered but little alteration externally, and Ward felt he was gazing on +something very close to the sinister matters of his quest. + +The present negro inhabitants were known to him, and he was very courteously +shewn about the interior by old Asa and his stout wife Hannah. Here there was +more change than the outside indicated, and Ward saw with regret that fully half +of the fine scroll-and-urn overmantels and shell-carved cupboard linings were +gone, whilst most of the fine wainscotting and bolection moulding was marked. + + + + +hacked, and gouged, or covered up altogether with cheap wall-paper. In general, +the survey did not yield as much as Ward had somehow expected; but it was at +least exciting to stand within the ancestral walls which had housed such a man of +horror as Joseph Curwen. He saw with a thrill that a monogram had been very +carefully effaced from the ancient brass knocker. + +From then until after the close of school Ward spent his time on the photostatic +copy of the Hutchinson cipher and the accumulation of local Curwen data. The +former still proved unyielding; but of the latter he obtained so much, and so +many clues to similar data elsewhere, that he was ready by July to make a trip to +New London and New York to consult old letters whose presence in those places +was indicated. This trip was very fruitful, for it brought him the Tenner letters +with their terrible description of the Pawtuxet farmhouse raid, and the +Nightingale-Talbot letters in which he learned of the portrait painted on a panel +of the Curwen library. This matter of the portrait interested him particularly, +since he would have given much to know just what Joseph Curwen looked like; +and he decided to make a second search of the house in Olney Court to see if +there might not be some trace of the ancient features beneath peeling coats of +later paint or layers of mouldy wall-paper. + +Early in August that search took place, and Ward went carefully over the walls +of every room sizeable enough to have been by any possibility the library of the +evil builder. He paid especial attention to the large panels of such overmantels as +still remained; and was keenly excited after about an hour, when on a broad area +above the fireplace in a spacious ground-floor room he became certain that the +surface brought out by the peeling of several coats of paint was sensibly darker +than any ordinary interior paint or the wood beneath it was likely to have been. +A few more careful tests with a thin knife, and he knew that he had come upon +an oil portrait of great extent. With truly scholarly restraint the youth did not risk +the damage which an immediate attempt to uncover the hidden picture with the +knife might have been, but just retired from the scene of his discovery to enlist +expert help. In three days he returned with an artist of long experience, Mr. +Walter C. Dwight, whose studio is near the foot of College Hill; and that +accomplished restorer of paintings set to work at once with proper methods and +chemical substances. Old Asa and his wife were duly excited over their strange +visitors, and were properly reimbursed for this invasion of their domestic hearth. + +As day by the day the work of restoration progressed, Charles Ward looked on +with growing interest at the lines and shades gradually unveiled after their long +oblivion. Dwight had begun at the bottom; hence since the picture was a three- +quarter-length one, the face did not come out for some time. It was meanwhile +seen that the subject was a spare, well-shaped man with dark-blue coat, +embroidered waistcoat, black satin small-clothes, and white silk stockings, seated + + + + +in a carved chair against the background of a window with wharves and ships +beyond. When the head came out it was observed to bear a neat Albemarle wig, +and to possess a thin, calm, undistinguished face which seemed somehow +familiar to both Ward and the artist. Only at the very last, though, did the +restorer and his client begin to grasp with astonishment at the details of that lean, +pallid visage, and to recognise with a touch of awe the dramatic trick which +heredity had played. For it took the final bath of oil and the final stroke of the +delicate scraper to bring out fully the expression which centuries had hidden; +and to confront the bewildered Charles Dexter Ward, dweller in the past, with +his own living features in the countenance of his horrible great-great-great- +grandfather. + +Ward brought his parents to see the marvel he had uncovered, and his father at +once determined to purchase the picture despite its execution on stationary +panelling. The resemblance to the boy, despite an appearance of rather great age, +was marvellous; and it could be seen that through some trick of atavism the +physical contours of Joseph Curwen had found precise duplication after a +century and a half. Mrs. Ward's resemblance to her ancestor was not at all +marked, though she could recall relatives who had some of the facial +characteristics shared by her son and by the bygone Curwen. She did not relish +the discovery, and told her husband that he had better burn the picture instead +of bringing it home. There was, she averred, something unwholesome about it; +not only intrinsically, but in its very resemblance to Charles. Mr. Ward, however, +was a practical man of power and affairs - a cotton manufacturer with extensive +mills at Riverpoint in the Pawtuxet Valley - and not one to listen to feminine +scruples. The picture impressed him mightily with its likeness to his son, and he +believed the boy deserved it as a present. In this opinion, it is needless to say, +Charles most heartily concurred; and a few days later Mr. Ward located the +owner of the house - a small rodent-featured person with a guttural accent - and +obtained the whole mantel and overmantel bearing the picture at a curtly fixed +price which cut short the impending torrent of unctuous haggling. + +It now remained to take off the panelling and remove it to the Ward home, +where provisions were made for its thorough restoration and installation with an +electric mock-fireplace in Charles's third-floor study or library. To Charles was +left the task of superintending this removal, and on the twenty -eighth of August +he accompanied two expert workmen from the Crooker decorating firm to the +house in Olney Court, where the mantel and portrait-bearing overmantel were +detached with great care and precision for transportation in the company's +motor truck. There was left a space of exposed brickwork marking the chimney's +course, and in this young Ward observed a cubical recess about a foot square, +which must have lain directly behind the head of the portrait. Curious as to what +such a space might mean or contain, the youth approached and looked within; + + + + +finding beneath the deep coatings of dust and soot some loose yellowed papers, +a crude, thick copybook, and a few mouldering textile shreds which may have +formed the ribbon binding the rest together. Blowing away the bulk of the dirt +and cinders, he took up the book and looked at the bold inscription on its cover. +It was in a hand which he had learned to recognise at the Essex Institute, and +proclaimed the volume as the 'Journall and Notes of Jos: Curwen, Gent, of +Prouidence-Plantations, Late of Salem.' + +Excited beyond measure by his discovery. Ward shewed the book to the two +curious workmen beside him. Their testimony is absolute as to the nature and +genuineness of the finding, and Dr. Willett relies on them to help establish his +theory that the youth was not mad when he began his major eccentricities. All +the other papers were likewise in Curwen's handwriting, and one of them +seemed especially portentous because of its inscription: 'To Him Who Shal Come +After, & How He May Gett Beyonde Time & Ye Spheres.' + +Another was in a cipher; the same. Ward hoped, as the Hutchinson cipher which +had hitherto baffled him. A third, and here the searcher rejoiced, seemed to be a +key to the cipher; whilst the fourth and fifth were addressed respectively +to:'Edw: Hutchinson, Armiger' and Jedediah Orne, esq.', 'or Their Heir or Heirs, +or Those Represent'g Them.' The sixth and last was inscribed: 'Joseph Curwen +his Life and Travells Bet'n ye yeares 1678 and 1687: Of Whither He Voyag'd, +Where He Stay'd, Whom He Sawe, and What He Learnt.' + + + +We have now reached the point from which the more academic school of +alienists date Charles Ward's madness. Upon his discovery the youth had looked +immediately at a few of the inner pages of the book and manuscripts, and had +evidently seen something which impressed him tremendously. Indeed, in +shewing the titles to the workmen, he appeared to guard the text itself with +peculiar care, and to labour under a perturbation for which even the antiquarian +and genealogical significance of the find could hardly account. Upon returning +home he broke the news with an almost embarrassed air, as if he wished to +convey an idea of its supreme importance without having to exhibit the evidence +itself. He did not even shew the titles to his parents, but simply told them that he +had found some documents in Joseph Curwen's handwriting, 'mostly in cipher', +which would have to be studied very carefully before yielding up their true +meaning. It is unlikely that he would have shewn what he did to the workmen, +had it not been for their unconcealed curiousity. As it was he doubtless wished to +avoid any display of peculiar reticence which would increase their discussion of +the matter. + + + + +That night Charles Ward sat up in his room reading the new-found book and +papers, and when day came he did not desist. His meals, on his urgent request +when his mother called to see what was amiss, were sent up to him; and in the +afternoon he appeared only briefly when the men came to install the Curwen +picture and mantelpiece in his study. The next night he slept in snatches in his +clothes, meanwhile wrestling feverishly with the unravelling of the cipher +manuscript. In the morning his mother saw that he was at work on the +photostatic copy of the Hutchinson cipher, which he had frequently shewn her +before; but in response to her query he said that the Curwen key could not be +applied to it. That afternoon he abandoned his work and watched the men +fascinatedly as they finished their installation of the picture with its woodwork +above a cleverly realistic electric log, setting the mock-fireplace and overmantel a +little out from the north wall as if a chimney existed, and boxing in the sides with +panelling to match the room's. The front panel holding the picture was sawn and +hinged to allow cupboard space behind it. After the workmen went he moved his +work into the study and sat down before it with his eyes half on the cipher and +half on the portrait which stared back at him like a year-adding and century- +recalling mirror. + +His parents, subsequently recalling his conduct at this period, give interesting +details anent the policy of concealment which he practised. Before servants he +seldom hid any paper which he might by studying, since he rightly assumed that +Curwen's intricate and archaic chirography would be too much for them. With +his parents, however, he was more circumspect; and unless the manuscript in +question were a cipher, or a mere mass of cryptic symbols and unknown +ideographs (as that entitled 'To Him Who Shal Come After, etc' seemed to be), +he would cover it with some convenient paper until his caller had departed. At +night he kept the papers under lock and key in an antique cabinet of his, where +he also placed them whenever he left the room. He soon resumed fairly regular +hours and habits, except that his long walks and other outside interests seemed +to cease. The opening of school, where he now began his senior year, seemed a +great bore to him; and he frequently asserted his determination never to bother +with college. He had, he said, important special investigations to make, which +would provide him with more avenues toward knowledge and the humanities +than any university which the world could boast. + +Naturally, only one who had always been more or less studious, eccentric, and +solitary could have pursued this course for many days without attracting notice. +Ward, however, was constitutionally a scholar and a hermit; hence his parents +were less surprised than regretful at the close confinement and secrecy he +adopted. At the same time, both his father and mother thought it odd that he +would shew them no scrap of his treasure-trove, nor give any connected account +of such data as he had deciphered. This reticence he explained away as due to a + + + + +wish to wait until he might announce some connected revelation, but as the +weeks passed without further disclosures there began to grow up between the +youth and his family a kind of constraint; intensified in his mother's case by her +manifest disapproval of all Curwen delvings. + +During October Ward began visiting the libraries again, but no longer for the +antiquarian matter of his former days. Witchcraft and magic, occultism and +daemonology, were what he sought now; and when Providence sources proved +unfruitful he would take the train for Boston and tap the wealth of the great +library in Copley Square, the Widener Library at Harvard, or the Zion Research +Library in Brookline, where certain rare works on Biblical subjects are available. +He bought extensively, and fitted up a whole additional set of shelves in his +study for newly acquired works on uncanny subjects; while during the +Christmas holidays he made a round of out-of-town trips including one to Salem +to consult certain records at the Essex Institute. + +About the middle of January, 1920, there entered Ward's bearing an element of +triumph which he did not explain, and he was no more found at work upon the +Hutchinson cipher. Instead, he inaugurated a dual policy of chemical research +and record-scanning; fitting up for the one a laboratory in the unused attic of the +house, and for the latter haunting all the sources of vital statistics in Providence. +Local dealers in drugs and scientific supplies, later questioned, gave +astonishingly queer and meaningless catalogues of the substances and +instruments he purchased; but clerks at the State House, the City Hall, and the +various libraries agree as to the definite object of his second interest. He was +searching intensely and feverishly for the grave of Joseph Curwen, from whose +slate slab an older generation had so wisely blotted the name. + +Little by little there grew upon the Ward family the conviction that something +was wrong. Charles had had freaks and changes of minor interests before, but +this growing secrecy and absorption in strange pursuits was unlike even him. +His school work was the merest pretence; and although he failed in no test, it +could be seen that the older application had all vanished. He had other +concernments now; and when not in his new laboratory with a score of obsolete +alchemical books, could be found either poring over old burial records down +town or glued to his volumes of occult lore in his study, where the startlingly - +one almost fancied increasingly - similar features of Joseph Curwen stared +blandly at him from the great overmantel on the North wall. + +Late in March Ward added to his archive-searching a ghoulish series of rambles +about the various ancient cemeteries of the city. The cause appeared later, when +it was learned from City Hall clerks that he had probably found an important +clue. His quest had suddenly shifted from the grave of Joseph Curwen to that of + + + + +one Naphthali Field; and this shift was explained when, upon going over the files +that he had been over, the investigators actually found a fragmentary record of +Curwen's burial which had escaped the general obliteration, and which stated +that the curious leaden coffin had been interred '10 ft. S. and 5 ft. W. of Naphthali +Field's grave in y-.' The lack of a specified burying-ground in the surviving entry +greatly complicated the search, and Naphthali Field's grave seemed as elusive as +that of Curwen; but here no systematic effacement had existed, and one might +reasonably be expected to stumble on the stone itself even if its record had +perished. Hence the rambles - from which St. John's (the former King's) +Churchyard and the ancient Congregational burying-ground in the midst of +Swan Point Cemetery were excluded, since other statistics had shewn that the +only Naphthali Field (obiit 1729) whose grave could have been meant had been a +Baptist. + + + +It was toward May when Dr. Willett, at the request of the senior Ward, and +fortified with all the Curwen data which the family had gleaned from Charles in +his non-secretive days, talked with the young man. The interview was of little +value or conclusiveness, for Willett felt at every moment that Charles was +thorough master of himself and in touch with matters of real importance; but it +at least force the secretive youth to offer some rational explanation of his recent +demeanour. Of a pallid, impassive type not easily shewing embarrassment. +Ward seemed quite ready to discuss his pursuits, though not to reveal their +object. He stated that the papers of his ancestor had contained some remarkable +secrets of early scientific knowledge, for the most part in cipher, of an apparent +scope comparable only to the discoveries of Friar Bacon and perhaps surpassing +even those. They were, however, meaningless except when correlated with a +body of learning now wholly obsolete; so that their immediate presentation to a +world equipped only with modern science would rob them of all impressiveness +and dramatic significance. To take their vivid place in the history of human +thought they must first be correlated by one familiar with the background out of +which they evolved, and to this task of correlation Ward was now devoting +himself. He was seeking to acquire as fast as possible those neglected arts of old +which a true interpreter of the Curwen data must possess, and hoped in time to +made a full announcement and presentation of the utmost interest to mankind +and to the world of thought. Not even Einstein, he declared, could more +profoundly revolutionise the current conception of things. + +As to his graveyard search, whose object he freely admitted, but the details of +whose progress he did not relate, he said he had reason to think that Joseph +Curwen's mutilated headstone bore certain mystic symbols - carved from +directions in his will and ignorantly spared by those who had effaced the name - + + + + +which were absolutely essential to the final solution of his cryptic system. +Curwen, he believed, had wish to guard his secret with care; and had +consequently distributed the data in an exceedingly curious fashion. When Dr. +Willett asked to see the mystic documents. Ward displayed much reluctance and +tried to put him off with such things as photostatic copies of the Hutchinson +cipher and Orne formulae and diagrams; but finally shewed him the exteriors of +some of the real Curwen finds - the 'Journall and Notes', the cipher (title in +cipher also), and the formula-filled message 'To Him Who Shal Come After' - +and let him glance inside such as were in obscure characters. + +He also opened the diary at a page carefully selected for its innocuousness and +gave Willett a glimpse of Curwen's connected handwriting in English. The +doctor noted very closely the crabbed and complicated letters, and the general +aura of the seventeenth century which clung round both penmanship and style +despite the writer's survival into the eighteenth century, and became quickly +certain that the document was genuine. The text itself was relatively trivial, and +Willett recalled only a fragment: + +'Wedn. 16 Octr. 1754. My Sloope the Wakeful this Day putt in from London with +XX newe Men pick'd up in ye Indies, Spaniards from Martineco and 2 Dutch +Men from Surinam. Ye Dutch Men are like to Desert from have'g hearde +Somewhat ill of these Ventures, but I will see to ye Inducing of them to Staye. For +Mr. Knight Dexter of ye Bay and Book 120 Pieces Camblets, 100 Pieces Assrtd. +Cambleteens, 20 Pieces blue Duffles, 100 Pieces Shalloons, 50 Pieces +Calamancoes, 300 Pieces each, Shendsoy and Humhums. For Mr. Green at ye +Elephant 50 Gallon Cyttles, 20 Warm'g Pannes, 15 Bake Cyttles, 10 pr. Smoke'g +Tonges. For Mr. Perrigo 1 Sett of Awles. For Mr. Nightingale 50 Reames prime +Foolscap. Say'd ye SABAOTH thrice last Nighte but None appear'd. I must heare +more from Mr. H. in Transylvania, tho' it is Harde reach'g him and exceeding +strange he can not give me the Use of What he hath so well us'd these hundred +Yeares. Simon hath not writ these V. Weekes, but I expecte soon hear'g from +Him.' + +When upon reaching this point Dr. Willett turned the leaf he was quickly +checked by Ward, who almost snatched the book from his grasp. All that the +doctor had a chance to see on the newly opened page was a brief pair of +sentences; but these, strangely enough, lingered tenacious in his memory. They +ran: 'Ye Verse from Liber-Damnatus be'g spoke V Roodmasses and IV Hallows- +Eves, I am Hopeful ye Thing is breed'g Outside ye Spheres. It will drawe One +who is to Come, if I can make sure he shal Bee, and he shal think on Past Thinges +and look back thro' all ye Yeares, against ye Which I must have ready ye Saltes or +That to make 'em with.' + + + + +Willett saw no more, but somehow this small glimpse gave a new and vague +terror to the painted features of Joseph Curwen which stared blandly down from +the overmantel. Even after that he entertained the odd fancy - which his medical +skill of course assured him was only a fancy - that the eyes of the portrait had a +sort of wish, if not an actual tendency, to follow young Charles Ward as he move +about the room. He stopped before leaving to study the picture closely, +marvelling at its resemblance to Charles and memorising every minute detail of +the cryptical, colourless face, even down to a slight scar or pit in the smooth +brow above the right eye. Cosmo Alexander, he decided, was a painter worthy of +the Scotland that produced Raeburn, and a teacher worthy of his illustrious pupil +Gilbert Stuart. + +Assured by the doctor that Charles's mental health was in no danger, but that on +the other hand he was engaged in researches which might prove of real +importance, the Wards were more lenient than they might otherwise have been +when during the following June the youth made positive his refusal to attend +college. He had, he declared, studies of much more vital importance to pursue; +and intimated a wish to go abroad the following year in order to avail himself of +certain sources of data not existing in America. The senior Ward, while denying +this latter wish as absurd for a boy of only eighteen, acquiesced regarding the +university; so that after a none too brilliant graduation from the Moses Brown +School there ensued for Charles a three-year period of intensive occult study and +graveyard searching. He became recognised as an eccentric, and dropped even +more completely from the sight of his family's friends than he had been before; +keeping close to his work and only occasionally making trips to other cities to +consult obscure records. Once he went south to talk to a strange mulatto who +dwelt in a swamp and about whom a newspaper hand printed a curious article. +Again he sought a small village in the Adirondacks whence reports of certain +odd ceremonial practices had come. But still his parents forbade him the trip to +the Old World which he desired. + +Coming of age in April, 1923, and having previously inherited a small +competence from his maternal grandfather. Ward determined at last to take the +European trip hitherto denied him. Of his proposed itinerary he would say +nothing save that the needs of his studies would carry him to many places, but +he promised to write his parents fully and faithfully. When they saw he could +not be dissuaded, they ceased all opposition and helped as best they could; so +that in June the young man sailed for Liverpool with the farewell blessings of his +father and mother, who accompanied him to Boston and waved him out of sight +from the White Star pier in Charlestown. Letters soon told of his safe arrival, and +of his securing good quarters in Great Russell Street, London; where he proposed +to stay, shunning all family friends, till he had exhausted the resources of the +British Museum in a certain direction. Of his daily life he wrote by little, for there + + + + +was little to write. Study and experiment consumed all his time, and he +mentioned a laboratory which he had established in one of his rooms. That he +said nothing of antiquarian rambles in the glamorous old city with its luring +skyline of ancient domes and steeples and its tangles of roads and alleys whose +mystic convolutions and sudden vistas alternately beckon and surprise, was +taken by his parents as a good index of the degree to which his new interests had +engrossed his mind. + +In June, 1924, a brief note told of his departure for Paris, to which he had before +made one or two flying trips for material in the Bibliotheque Nationale. For three +months thereafter he sent only postal cards, giving an address in the Rue St. +Jacques and referring to a special search among rare manuscripts in the library of +an unnamed private collector. He avoided acquaintances, and no tourists +brought back reports of having seen him. Then came a silence, and in October the +Wards received a picture card from Prague, Czecho-Slovakia, stating that +Charles was in that ancient town for the purpose of conferring with a certain +very aged man supposed to be the last living possessor of some very curious +mediaeval information. He gave an address in the Neustadt, and announced no +move till the following January; when he dropped several cards from Vienna +telling of his passage through that city on the way toward a more easterly region +whither one of his correspondents and fellow-delvers into the occult had invited +him. + +The next card was from Klausenburg in Transylvania, and told of Ward's +progress toward his destination. He was going to visit a Baron Ferenczy, whose +estate lay in the mountains east of Rakus; and was to be addressed at Rakus in +the care of that nobleman. Another card from Rakus a week later, saying that his +host's carriage had met him and that he was leaving the village for the +mountains, was his last message for a considerable time; indeed, he did reply to +his parents' frequent letters until May, when he wrote to discourage the plan of +his mother for a meeting in London, Paris, or Rome during the summer, when +the elder Wards were planning to travel to Europe. His researches, he said, were +such that he could not leave his present quarters; while the situation of Baron +Ferenczy's castle did not favour visits. It was on a crag in the dark wooded +mountains, and the region was so shunned by the country folk that normal +people could not help feeling ill at ease. Moreover, the Baron was not a person +likely to appeal to correct and conservative New England gentlefolk. His aspect +and manners had idiosyncrasies, and his age was so great as to be disquieting. It +would be better, Charles said, if his parents would wait for his return to +Providence; which could scarcely be far distant. + +That return did not, however, take place until May 1926, when after a few +heralding cards the young wanderer quietly slipped into New York on the + + + + +Homeric and traversed the long miles to Providence by motor-coach, eagerly +drinking in the green rolling hills, and fragrant, blossoming orchards, and the +white steepled towns of vernal Connecticut; his first taste of ancient New +England in nearly four years. When the coach crossed the Pawcatuck and +entered Rhode Island amidst the faery goldenness of a late spring afternoon his +heart beat with quickened force, and the entry to Providence along Reservoir and +Elmwood Avenues was a breathless and wonderful thing despite the depths of +forbidden lore to which he had delved. At the high square where Broad, +Weybosset, and Empire Streets join, he saw before and below him in the fire of +sunset the pleasant, remembered houses and domes and steeples of the old town; +and his head swam curiously as the vehicle rolled down to the terminal behind +the Biltmore, bringing into view the great dome and soft, roof-pierced greenery +of the ancient hill across the river, and the tall colonial spire of the First Baptist +Church limned pink in the magic evening against the fresh springtime verdure of +its precipitous background. + +Old Providence! It was this place and the mysterious forces of its long, +continuous history which had brought him into being, and which had drawn +him back toward marvels and secrets whose boundaries no prophet might fix. +Here lay the arcana, wondrous or dreadful as the case may be, for which all his +years of travel and application had been preparing him. A taxicab whirled him +through Post Office Square with its glimpse of the river, the old Market House, +and the head of the bay, and up the steep curved slope of Waterman Street to +Prospect, where the vast gleaming dome and sunset-flushed Ionic columns of the +Christian Science Church beckoned northward. Then eight squares past the fine +old estates his childish eyes had known, and the quaint brick sidewalks so often +trodden by his youthful feet. And at last the little white overtaken farmhouse on +the right, on the left the classic Adam porch and stately facade of the great brick +house where he was born. It was twilight, and Charles Dexter Ward had come +home. + + + +A school of alienists slightly less academic than Dr. Lyman's assign to Ward's +European trip the beginning of his true madness. Admitting that he was sane +when he started, they believe that his conduct upon returning implies a +disastrous change. But even to this claim Dr. Willett refuses to concede. There +was, he insists, something later; and the queerness of the youth at this stage he +attributes to the practice of rituals learned abroad - odd enough things, to be +sure, but by no means implying mental aberration on the part of their celebrant. +Ward himself, though visibly aged and hardened, was still normal in his general +reactions; and in several talks with Dr. Willett displayed a balance which no +madman - even an incipient one - could feign continuously for long. What + + + + +elicited the notion of insanity at this period were the sounds heard at all hours +from Ward's attic laboratory, in which he kept himself most of the time. There +were chantings and repetitions, and thunderous declamations in uncanny +rhythms; and although these sounds were always in Ward's own voice, there +was something in the quality of that voice, and in the accents of the formulae it +pronounced, which could not by chill the blood of every hearer. It was noticed +that Nig, the venerable and beloved black cat of the household, bristled and +arched his back perceptibly when certain of the tones were heard. + +The odours occasionally wafted from the laboratory were likewise exceedingly +strange. Sometimes they were very noxious, but more often they were aromatic, +with a haunting, elusive quality which seemed to have the power of inducing +fantastic images. People who smelled them had a tendency to glimpse +momentary mirages of enormous vistas, with strange hills or endless avenues of +sphinxes and hippogriffs stretching off into infinite distance. Ward did not +resume his old-time rambles, but applied himself diligently to the strange books +he had brought home, and to equally strange delvings within his quarters; +explaining that European sources had greatly enlarged the possibilities of his +work, and promising great revelations in the years to come. His older aspect +increased to a startling degree his resemblance to the Curwen portrait in his +library; and Dr. Willett would often pause by the latter after a call, marvelling at +the virtual identity, and reflecting that only the small pit above the picture's right +eye now remained to differentiate the long-dead wizard from the living youth. +These calls of Willett' s, undertaken at the request of teh senior Wards, were +curious affairs. Ward at no time repulsed the doctor, but the latter saw that he +could never reach the young man's inner psychology. Frequently he noted +peculiar things about; little wax images of grotesque design on the shelves or +tables, and the half-erased remnants of circles, triangles, and pentagrams in chalk +or charcoal on the cleared central space of the large room. And always in the +night those rhythms and incantations thundered, till it became very difficult to +keep servants or suppress furtive talk of Charles's madness. + +In January, 1927, a peculiar incident occurred. One night about midnight, as +Charles was chanting a ritual whose weird cadence echoed unpleasantly through +the house below, there came a sudden gust of chill wind from the bay, and a +faint, obscure trembling of the earth which everyone in the neighbourhood +noted. At the same time the cat exhibited phenomenal traces of fright, while dogs +bayed for as much as a mile around. This was the prelude to a sharp +thunderstorm, anomalous for the season, which brought with it such a crash that +Mr. and Mrs. Ward believed the house had been struck. They rushed upstairs to +see what damage had been done, but Charles met them at the door to the attic; +pale, resolute, and portentous, with an almost fearsome combination of triumph +and seriousness on his face. He assured them that the house had not really been + + + + +struck, and that the storm would soon be over. They paused, and looking +through a window saw that he was indeed right; for the lightning flashed farther +and farther off, whilst the trees ceased to bend in the strange frigid gust from the +water. The thunder sank to a sort of dull mumbling chuckle and finally died +away. Stars came out, and the stamp of triumph on Charles Ward's face +crystallised into a very singular expression. + +For two months or more after this incident Ward was less confined than usual to +his laboratory. He exhibited a curious interest in the weather, and made odd +inquires about the date of the spring thawing of the ground. One night late in +March he left the house after midnight, and did not return till almost morning; +when his mother, being wakeful, heard a rumbling motor draw up to the +carriage entrance. Muffled oaths could be distinguished, and Mrs. Ward, rising +and going to the window, saw four dark figures removing a long, heavy box +from a truck at Charles's direction and carrying it within by the side door. She +heard laboured breathing and ponderous footfalls on the stairs, and finally a dull +thumping in the attic; after which the footfalls descended again, and the four +reappeared outside and drove off in their truck. + +The next day Charles resumed his strict attic seclusion, drawing down the dark +shades of his laboratory windows and appearing to be working on some metal +substance. He would open the door to no one, and steadfastly refused all +proffered food. About noon a wrenching sound followed by a terrible cry and a +fall were heard, but when Mrs. Ward rapped at the door her son at length +answered faintly, and told her that nothing had gone amiss. The hideous and +indescribable stench now welling out was absolutely harmless and unfortunately +necessary. Solitude was the one prime essential, and he would appear later for +dinner. That afternoon, after the conclusion of some odd hissing sounds which +came from behind the locked portal, he did finally appear; wearing an extremely +haggard aspect and forbidding anyone to enter the laboratory upon any pretext. +This, indeed, proved the beginning of a new policy of secrecy; for never +afterward was any other person permitted to visit either the mysterious garret +workroom or the adjacent storeroom which he cleaned out, furnished roughly, +and added to his inviolable private domain as a sleeping apartment. Here he +lived, with books brought up from his library beneath, till the time he purchased +the Pawtuxet bungalow and moved to it all his scientific effects. + +In the evening Charles secured the paper before the rest of the family and +damaged part of it through an apparent accident. Later on Dr. Willett, having +fixed the date from statements by various members of the household, looked up +an intact copy at the Journal office and found that in the destroyed section the +following small item had occurred: + + + + +Nocturnal Diggers Surprised in North Burial Ground + +Robert Hart, night watchman at the North Burial Ground, this morning +discovered a party of several men with a motor truck in the oldest part of the +cemetery, but apparently frightened them off before they had accomplished +whatever their object may have been. + +The discovery took place at about four o'clock, when Hart's attention was +attracted by the sound of a motor outside his shelter. Investigating, he saw a +large truck on the main drive several rods away; but could not reach it before the +noise of his feet on the gravel had revealed his approach. The men hastily placed +a large box in the truck and drove away toward the street before they could be +overtaken; and since no known grave was disturbed. Hart believes that this box +was an object which they wished to bury. + +The diggers must have been at work for a long while before detection, for Hart +found an enormous hold dug at a considerable distance back from the roadway +in the lot of Amasa Field, where most of the old stones have long ago +disappeared. The hole, a place as large and deep as a grave, was empty; and did +not coincide with any interment mentioned in the cemetery records. + +Sergt. Riley of the Second Station viewed the spot and gave the opinion that the +hole was dug by bootleggers rather gruesomely and ingeniously seeking a safe +cache for liquor in a place not likely to be disturbed. In reply to questions Hart +said he though the escaping truck had headed up Rochambeau Avenue, though +he could not be sure. + +During the next few days Charles Ward was seldom seen by his family. Having +added sleeping quarters to his attic realm, he kept closely to himself there, +ordering food brought to the door and not taking it in until after the servant had +gone away. The droning of monotonous formulae and the chanting of bizarre +rhythms recurred at intervals, while at other times occasional listeners could +detect the sound of tinkling glass, hissing chemicals, running water, or roaring +gas flames. Odours of the most unplaceable quality, wholly unlike any before +noted, hung at times around the door; and the air of tension observable in the +young recluse whenever he did venture briefly forth was such as to excite the +keenest speculation. Once he made a hasty trip to the Athenaeum for a book he +required, and again he hired a messenger to fetch him a highly obscure volume +from Boston. Suspense was written portentously over the whole situation, and +both the family and Dr. Willett confessed themselves wholly at a loss what to do +or think about it. + + + + +Then on the fifteenth of April a strange development occurred. While nothing +appeared to grow different in kind, there was certainly a very terrible difference +in degree; and Dr. Willett somehow attaches great significance to the change. The +day was Good Friday, a circumstance of which the servants made much, but +which others quite naturally dismiss as an irrelevant coincidence. Late in the +afternoon young Ward began repeating a certain formula in a singularly loud +voice, at the same time burning some substance so pungent that its fumes +escaped over the entire house. The formula was so plainly audible in the hall +outside the locked door that Mrs. Ward could not help memorising it as she +waited and listened anxiously, and later on she was able to write it down at Dr. +Willett's request. It ran as follows, and experts have told Dr. Willett that its very +close analogue can be found in the mystic writings of "Eliphas Levi", that cryptic +soul who crept through a crack in the forbidden door and glimpsed the frightful +vistas of the void beyond: + +'Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova, + +Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon, + +verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae, + +conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum, + +daemonia Coeli God, Almonsin, Gibor, Jehosua, +Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni.' + +This had been going on for two hours without change or intermission when over +all the neighbourhood a pandaemoniac howling of dogs set in. The extent of this +howling can be judged from the space it received in the papers the next day, but +to those in the Ward household it was overshadowed by the odour which +instantly followed it; a hideous, all-pervasive odour which non of them had ever +smelt before or have ever smelt since. In the midst of this mephitic flood there +came a very perceptible flash like that of lightning, which would have been +blinding and impressive but for the daylight around; and then was heard the +voice that no listener can ever forget because of its thunderous remoteness, its +incredible depth, and its eldritch dissimilarity to Charles Ward's voice. It shook +the house, and was clearly heard by at least two neighbours above the howling +of the dogs. Mrs. Ward, who had been listening in despair outside her son's +locked laboratory, shivered as she recognised its hellish imports; for Charles had +told of its evil fame in dark books, and of the manner in which it had thundered, +according to the Tenner letter, above the doomed Pawtuxet farmhouse on the +night of Joseph Curwen's annihilation. There was no mistaking that nightmare +phrase, for Charles had described it too vividly in the old days when he had +talked frankly of his Curwen investigations. And yet it was only this fragment of +an archaic and forgotten language: 'DIES MIES JESCHET BOENE DOESEF +DOUVEMA ENITEMAUS.' + + + + +Close upon this thundering there came a momentary darkening of the dayhght, +though sunset was still an hour distant, and then a puff of added odour different +from the first but equally unknown and intolerable. Charles was chanting again +now and his mother could hear syllables that sounded like 'Yi nash Yog Sothoth +he Igeb throdag' - ending in a 'Yah!' whose maniacal force mounted in an ear- +splitting crescendo. A second later all previous memories were effaced by the +wailing scream which burst out with frantic explosiveness and gradually +changed form to a paroxysm of diabolic and hysterical laughter. Mrs. Ward, with +the mingled fear and blind courage of maternity, advanced and knocked +affrightedly at the concealing panels, but obtained no sign of recognition. She +knocked again, but paused nervelessly as a second shriek arose, this one +unmistakably in the familiar voice of her son, and sounding concurrently with +the still bursting cachinnations of that other voice. Presently she fainted, +although she is still unable to recall the precise and immediate cause. Memory +sometimes makes merciful deletions. + +Mr. Ward returned from the business section at about quarter past six; and not +finding his wife downstairs, was told by the frightened servants that she was +probably watching at Charles's door, from which the sounds had been far +stranger than ever before. Mounting the stairs at once, he saw Mrs. Ward +stretched out at full length on the floor of the corridor outside the laboratory; and +realising that she had fainted, hastened to fetch a glass of water from a set bowl +in a neighbouring alcove. Dashing the cold fluid in her face, he was heartened to +observe an immediate response on her part, and was watching the bewildered +opening of her eyes when a chill shot through him and threatened to reduce him +to the very state from which she was emerging. For the seemingly silent +laboratory was not as silent as it had appeared to be, but held the murmurs of a +tense, muffled conversation in tones too low for comprehension, yet of a quality +profoundly disturbing to the soul. + +It was not, of course, new for Charles to mutter formulae; but this muttering was +definitely different. It was so palpably a dialogue, or imitation of a dialogue, with +the regular alteration of inflections suggesting question and answer, statement +and response. One voice was undisguisedly that of Charles, but the other had a +depth and hoUowness which the youth's best powers of ceremonial mimicry had +scarcely approached before. There was something hideous, blasphemous, and +abnormal about it, and but for a cry from his recovering wife which cleared his +mind by arousing his protective instincts it is not likely that Theodore Rowland +Ward could have maintained for nearly a year more his old boast that he had +never fainted. As it was, he seized his wife in his arms and bore her quickly +downstairs before she could notice the voices which had so horribly disturbed +him. Even so, however, he was not quick enough to escape catching something +himself which caused him to stagger dangerously with his burden. For Mrs. + + + + +Ward's cry had evidently been heard by others than he, and there had come in +response to it from behind the locked door the first distinguishable words which +that masked and terrible colloquy had yielded. They were merely an excited +caution in Charles's own voice, but somehow their implications held a nameless +fright for the father who overheard them. The phrase was just this: 'Sshh!-write!' + +Mr. and Mrs. Ward conferred at some length after dinner, and the former +resolved to have a firm and serious talk with Charles that very night. No matter +how important the object, such conduct could no longer be permitted; for these +latest developments transcended every limit of sanity and formed a menace to +the order and nervous well-being of the entire household. The youth must +indeed have taken complete leave of his senses, since only downright madness +could have prompted the wild screams and imaginary conversations in assumed +voices which the present day had brought forth. All this must be stopped, or +Mrs. Ward would be made ill and the keeping of servants become an +impossibility. + +Mr. Ward rose at the close of the meal and started upstairs for Charles's +laboratory. On the third floor, however, he paused at the sounds which he heard +proceeding from the now disused library of his son. Books were apparently +being flung about and papers wildly rustled, and upon stepping to the door Mr. +Ward beheld the youth within, excitedly assembling a vast armful of literary +matter of every size and shape. Charles's aspect was very drawn and haggard, +and he dropped his entire load with a start at the sound of his father's voice. At +the elder man's command he sat down, and for some time listened to the +admonitions he had so long deserved. There was no scene. At the end of the +lecture he agreed that his father was right, and that his noises, mutterings, +incantations, and chemical odours were indeed inexcusable nuisances. He agreed +to a policy of great quiet, though insisting on a prolongation of his extreme +privacy. Much of his future work, he said, was in any case purely book research; +and he could obtain quarters elsewhere for any such vocal rituals as might be +necessary at a later stage. For the fright and fainting of his mother he expressed +the keenest contrition, and explained that the conversation later heard was part +of an elaborate symbolism designed to create a certain mental atmosphere. His +use of abstruse technical terms somewhat bewildered Mr. Ward, but the parting +impression was one of undeniable sanity and poise despite a mysterious tension +of the utmost gravity. The interview was really quite inconclusive, and as +Charles picked up his armful and left the room Mr. Ward hardly knew what to +make of the entire business. It was as mysterious as the death of poor old Nig, +whose stiffening form had been found an hour before in the basement, with +staring eyes and fear-distorted mouth. + + + + +Driven by some vague detective instinct, the bewildered parent now glanced +curiously at the vacant shelves to see what his son had taken up to the attic. The +youth's library was plainly and rigidly classified, so that one might tell at a +glance the books or at least the kind of books which had been withdrawn. On +this occasion Mr. Ward was astonished to find that nothing of the occult or the +antiquarian, beyond what had been previously removed, was missing. These +new withdrawals were all modern items; histories, scientific treatises, +geographies, manuals of literature, philosophic works, and certain contemporary +newspapers and magazines. It was a very curious shift from Charles Ward's +recent run of reading, and the father paused in a growing vortex of perplexity +and an engulfing sense of strangeness. The strangeness was a very poignant +sensation, and almost clawed at his chest as he strove to see just what was wrong +around him. Something was indeed wrong, and tangibly as well as spiritually so. +Ever since he had been in this room he had known that something was amiss, +and at last it dawned upon him what it was. + +On the north wall rose still the ancient carved overmantel from the house in +Olney Court, but to the cracked and precariously restored oils of the large +Curwen portrait disaster had come. Time and unequal heating had done their +work at last, and at some time since the room's last cleaning the worst had +happened. Peeling clear of the wood, curling tighter and tighter, and finally +crumbling into small bits with what must have been malignly silent suddenness, +the portrait of Joseph Curwen had resigned forever its staring surveillance of the +youth it so strangely resembled, and now lay scattered on the floor as a thin +coating of fine blue-grey dust. + +IV. A Mutation and a Madness + + + +In the week following that memorable Good Friday Charles Ward was seen more +often than usual, and was continually carrying books between his library and the +attic laboratory. His actions were quiet and rational, but he had a furtive, hunted +look which his mother did not like, and developed an incredibly ravenous +appetite as gauged by his demands upon the cook. Dr. Willett had been told of +those Friday noises and happenings, and on the following Tuesday had a long +conversation with the youth in the library where the picture stared no more. The +interview was, as always, inconclusive; but Willett is still ready to swear that the +youth was sane and himself at the time. He held out promises of an early +revelation, and spoke of the need of securing a laboratory elsewhere. At the loss +of the portrait he grieved singularly little considering his first enthusiasm over it, +but seemed to find something of positive humour in its sudden crumbling. + + + + +About the second week Charles began to be absent from the house for long +periods, and one day when good old black Hannah came to help with the spring +cleaning she mentioned his frequent visits to the old house in Olney Court, +where he would come with a large valise and perform curious delvings in the +cellar. He was always very liberal to her and to old Asa, but seemed more +worried than he used to be; which grieved her very much, since she had watched +him grow up from birth. Another report of his doings came from Pawtuxet, +where some friends of the family saw him at a distance a surprising number of +times. He seemed to haunt the resort and canoe-house of Rhodes-on-the- +Pawtuxet, and subsequent inquiries by Dr. Willett at that place brought out the +fact that his purpose was always to secure access to the rather hedged-in river- +bank, along which he would walk toward the north, usually not reappearing for +a very long while. + +Late in May came a momentary revival of ritualistic sounds in the attic +laboratory which brought a stern reproof from Mr. Ward and a somewhat +distracted promise of amendment from Charles. It occurred one morning, and +seemed to form a resumption of the imaginary conversation noted on that +turbulent Good Friday. The youth was arguing or remonstrating hotly with +himself, for there suddenly burst forth a perfectly distinguishable series of +clashing shouts in differentiated tones like alternate demands and denials which +caused Mrs. Ward to run upstairs and listen at the door. She could hear no more +than a fragment whose only plain words were 'must have it red for three +months', and upon her knocking all sounds ceased at once. When Charles was +later questioned by his father he said that there were certain conflicts of spheres +of consciousness which only great skill could avoid, but which he would try to +transfer to other realms. + +About the middle of June a queer nocturnal incident occurred. In the early +evening there had been some noise and thumping in the laboratory upstairs, and +Mr. Ward was on the point of investigating when it suddenly quieted down. +That midnight, after the family had retired, the butler was nightlocking the front +door when according to his statement Charles appeared somewhat blunderingly +and uncertainly at the foot of the stairs with a large suitcase and made signs that +he wished egress. The youth spoke no word, but the worthy Yorkshireman +caught one sight of his fevered eyes and trembled causelessly. He opened the +door and young Ward went out, but in the morning he presented his resignation +to Mrs. Ward. There was, he said, something unholy in the glance Charles had +fixed on him. It was no way for a young gentleman to look at an honest person, +and he could not possibly stay another night. Mrs. Ward allowed the man to +depart, but she did not value his statement highly. To fancy Charles in a savage +state that night was quite ridiculous, for as long as she had remained awake she +had heard faint sounds from the laboratory above; sounds as if of sobbing and + + + + +pacing, and of a sighing which told only of despair's profoundest depths. Mrs. +Ward had grown used to listening for sounds in the night, for the mystery of her +son was fast driving all else from her mind. + +The next evening, much as on another evening nearly three months before, +Charles Ward seized the newspaper very early and accidentally lost the main +section. This matter was not recalled till later, when Dr. Willett began checking +up loose ends and searching out missing links here and there. In the Journal +office he found the section which Charles had lost, and marked two items as of +possible significance. They were as follows: + +More Cemetery Delving + +It was this morning discovered by Robert Hart, night watchman at the North +Burial Ground, that ghouls were again at work in the ancient portion of the +cemetery. The grave of Ezra Weeden, who was born in 1740 and died in 1824 +according to his uprooted and savagely splintered slate headstone, was found +excavated and rifled, the work being evidently done with a spade stolen from an +adjacent tool-shed. + +Whatever the contents may have been after more than a century of burial, all was +gone except a few slivers of decayed wood. There were no wheel tracks, but the +police have measured a single set of footprints which they found in the vicinity, +and which indicate the boots of a man of refinement. + +Hart is inclined to link this incident with the digging discovered last March, +when a party in a motor truck were frightened away after making a deep +excavation; but Sergt. Riley of the Second Station discounts this theory and +points to vital differences in the two cases. In March the digging had been in a +spot where no grave was known; but this time a well-marked and cared-for +grave had been rifled with every evidence of deliberate purpose, and with a +conscious malignity expressed in the splintering of the slab which had been +intact up to the day before. + +Members of the Weeden family, notified of the happening, expressed their +astonishment and regret; and were wholly unable to think of any enemy who +would care to violate the grave of their ancestor. Hazard Weeden of 598 Angell +Street recalls a family legend according to which Ezra Weeden was involved in +some very peculiar circumstances, not dishonourable to himself, shortly before +the Revolution; but of any modern feud or mystery he is frankly ignorant. +Inspector Cunningham has been assigned to the case, and hopes to uncover some +valuable clues in the near future. + + + + +Dogs Noisy in Pawtuxet + +Residents of Pawtuxet were aroused about 3 a.m. today by a phenomenal baying +of dogs which seemed to centre near the river just north of Rhodes-on-the- +Pawtuxet. The volume and quality of the howling were unusually odd, +according to most who heart it; and Fred Lemdin, night watchman at Rhodes, +declares it was mixed with something very like the shrieks of a man in mortal +terror and agony. A sharp and very brief thunderstorm, which seemed to strike +somewhere near the bank of the river, put an end to the disturbance. Strange and +unpleasant odours, probably from the oil tanks along the bay, are popularly +linked with this incident; and may have had their share in exciting the dogs. + +The aspect of Charles now became very haggard and hunted, and all agreed in +retrospect that he may have wished at this period to make some statement or +confession from which sheer terror withheld him. The morbid listening of his +mother in the night brought out the fact that he made frequent sallies abroad +under cover of darkness, and most of the more academic alienists unite at +present in charging him with the revolting cases of vampirism which the press so +sensationally reported about this time, but which have not yet been definitely +traced to any known perpetrator. These cases, too recent and celebrated to need +detailed mention, involved victims of every age and type and seemed to cluster +around two distinct localities; the residential hill and the North End, near the +Ward home, and the suburban districts across the Cranston line near Pawtuxet. +Both late wayfarers and sleepers with open windows were attacked, and those +who lived to tell the tale spoke unanimously of a lean, lithe, leaping monster +with burning eyes which fastened its teeth in the throat or upper arm and feasted +ravenously. + +Dr. Willett, who refuses to date the madness of Charles Ward as far back as even +this, is cautious in attempting to explain these horrors. He has, he declares, +certain theories of his own; and limits his positive statements to a peculiar kind +of negation: 'I will not,' he says, 'state who or what I believe perpetrated these +attacks and murders, but I will declare that Charles Ward was innocent of them. I +have reason to be sure he was ignorant of the taste of blood, as indeed his +continued anaemic decline and increasing pallor prove better than any verbal +argument. Ward meddled with terrible things, but he has paid for it, and he was +never a monster or a villain. As for now - I don't like to think. A change came, +and I'm content to believe that the old Charles Ward died with it. His soul did, +anyhow, for that mad flesh that vanished from Waite's hospital had another.' + +Willett speaks with authority, for he was often at the Ward home attending Mrs. +Ward, whose nerves had begun to snap under the strain. Her nocturnal listening +had bred some morbid hallucinations which she confided to the doctor with + + + + +hesitancy, and which he ridiculed in talking to her, although they made him +ponder deeply when alone. These delusions always concerning the faint sounds +which she fancied she heard in the attic laboratory and bedroom, and +emphasised the occurrence of muffled sighs and sobbings at the most impossible +times. Early in July Willett ordered Mrs. Ward to Atlantic City for an indefinite +recuperative sojourn, and cautioned both Mr. Ward and the haggard and elusive +Charles to write her only cheering letters. It is probably to this enforced and +reluctant escape that she owes her life and continued sanity. + + + +Not long after his mother's departure, Charles Ward began negotiating for the +Pawtuxet bungalow. It was a squalid little wooden edifice with a concrete +garage, perched high on the sparsely settled bank of the river slightly above +Rhodes, but for some odd reason the youth would have nothing else. He gave +the real-estate agencies no peace till one of them secured it for him at an +exorbitant price from a somewhat reluctant owner, and as soon as it was vacant +he took possession under cover of darkness,, transporting in a great closed van +the entire contents of his attic laboratory, including the books both weird and +modern which he had borrowed from his study. He had this van loaded in the +black small hours, and his father recalls only a drowsy realisation of stifled oaths +and stamping feet on the night the goods were taken away. After that Charles +moved back to his own old quarters on the third floor, and never haunted the +attic again. + +To the Pawtuxet bungalow Charles transferred all the secrecy with which he had +surrounded his attic realm, save that he now appeared to have two sharers of his +mysteries; a villainous-looking Portuguese half-caste from the South Main St. +waterfront who acted as a servant, and a thin, scholarly stranger with dark +glasses and a stubbly full beard of dyed aspect whose status was evidently that +of a colleague. Neighbours vainly tried to engage these odd persons in +conversation. The mulatto Gomes spoke very little English, and the bearded +man, who gave his name as Dr. Allen, voluntarily followed his example. Ward +himself tried to be more affable, but succeeded only in provoking curiousity with +his rambling accounts of chemical research. Before long queer tales began to +circulate regarding the all-night burning of lights; and somewhat later, after this +burning had suddenly ceased, there rose still queerer tales of disproportionate +orders of meat from the butcher's and of the muffled shouting, declamation, +rhythmic chanting, and screaming supposed to come from some very cellar +below the place. Most distinctly the new and strange household was bitterly +disliked by the honest bourgeoisie of the vicinity, and it is not remarkable that +dark hints were advanced connecting the hated establishment with the current +epidemic of vampiristic attacks and murders; especially since the radius of that + + + + +plague seemed now confined wholly to Pawtuxet and the adjacent streets of +Edgewood. + +Ward spent most of his time at the bungalow, but slept occasionally at home and +was still reckoned a dweller beneath his father's roof. Twice he was absent from +the city on week-long trips, whose destinations have not yet been discovered. He +grew steadily paler and more emaciated even than before, and lacked some of his +former assurance when repeating to Dr. Willett his old, old story of vital research +and future revelations. Willett often waylaid him at his father's house, for the +elder Ward was deeply worried and perplexed, and wished his son to get as +much sound oversight as could be managed in the case of so secretive and +independent an adult. The doctor still insists that the youth was sane even as late +as this, and adduces many a conversation to prove his point. + +About September the vampirism declined, but in the following January almost +became involved in serious trouble. For some time the nocturnal arrival and +departure of motor trucks at the Pawtuxet bungalow had been commented upon, +and at this juncture an unforeseen hitch exposed the nature of at least one item of +their contents. In a lonely spot near Hope Valley had occurred one of the +frequent sordid waylaying of trucks by "hi-jackers" in quest of liquor shipments, +but this time the robbers had been destined to receive the greater shock. For the +long cases they seized proved upon opening to contain some exceedingly +gruesome things; so gruesome, in fact, that the matter could not be kept quiet +amongst the denizens of the underworld. The thieves had hastily buried what +they discovered, but when the State Police got wind of the matter a careful search +was made. A recently arrived vagrant, under promise of immunity from +prosecution on any additional charge, at last consented to guide a party of +troopers to the spot; and there was found in that hasty cache a very hideous and +shameful thing. It would not be well for the national - or even the international - +sense of decorum if the public were ever to know what was uncovered by that +awestruck party. There was no mistaking it, even by those far from studious +officers; and telegrams to Washington ensued with feverish rapidity. + +The cases were addressed to Charles Ward at his Pawtuxet bungalow, and State +and Federal officials at once paid him a very forceful and serious call. They +found him pallid and worried with his two odd companions, and received from +him what seemed to be a valid explanation and evidence of innocence. He had +needed certain anatomical specimens as part of a programme of research whose +depth and genuineness anyone who had known him in the last decade could +prove, and had ordered the required kind and number from agencies which he +had thought as reasonably legitimate as such things can be. Of the identity of the +specimens he had known absolutely nothing, and was properly shocked when +the inspectors hinted at the monstrous effect on public sentiment and national + + + + +dignity which a knowledge of the matter would produce. In this statement he +was firmly sustained by his bearded colleague Dr. Allen, whose oddly hollow +voice carried even more conviction than his own nervous tones; so that in the +end the officials took no action, but carefully set down the New York name and +address which Ward gave them a basis for a search which came to nothing. It is +only fair to add that the specimens were quickly and quietly restored to their +proper places, and that the general public will never know of their blasphemous +disturbance. + +On February 9, 1928, Dr. Willett received a letter from Charles Ward which he +considers of extraordinary importance, and about which he has frequently +quarrelled with Dr. Lyman. Lyman believes that this note contains positive proof +of a well-developed case of dementia praecox, but Willett on the other hand +regards it as the last perfectly sane utterance of the hapless youth. He calls +especial attention to the normal character of the penmanship; which though +shewing traces of shattered nerves, is nevertheless distinctly Ward's own. The +text in full is as follows: + +100 Prospect St. + +Providence, R.I., + +February 8, 1928. + +Dear Dr. Willett:- + +I feel that at last the time has come for me to make the disclosures which I have +so long promised you, and for which you have pressed me so often. The patience +you have shewn in waiting, and the confidence you have shewn in my mind and +integrity, are things I shall never cease to appreciate. + +And now that I am ready to speak, I must own with humiliation that no triumph +such as I dreamed of can ever by mine. Instead of triumph I have found terror, +and my talk with you will not be a boast of victory but a plea for help and advice +in saving both myself and the world from a horror beyond all human conception +or calculation. You recall what those Fenner letters said of the old raiding party +at Pawtuxet. That must all be done again, and quickly. Upon us depends more +than can be put into words - all civilisation, all natural law, perhaps even the fate +of the solar system and the universe. I have brought to light a monstrous +abnormality, but I did it for the sake of knowledge. Now for the sake of all life +and Nature you must help me thrust it back into the dark again. + +I have left that Pawtuxet place forever, and we must extirpate everything +existing there, alive or dead. I shall not go there again, and you must not believe +it if you ever hear that I am there. I will tell you why I say this when I see you. I + + + + +have come home for good, and wish you would call on me at the very first +moment that you can spare five or six hours continuously to hear what I have to +say. It will take that long - and believe me when I tell you that you never had a +more genuine professional duty than this. My life and reason are the very least +things which hang in the balance. + +I dare not tell my father, for he could not grasp the whole thing. But I have told +him of my danger, and he has four men from a detective agency watching the +house. I don't know how much good they can do, for they have against them +forces which even you could scarcely envisage or acknowledge. So come quickly +if you wish to see me alive and hear how you may help to save the cosmos from +stark hell. + +Any time will do - I shall not be out of the house. Don't telephone ahead, for +there is no telling who or what may try to intercept you. And let us pray to +whatever gods there be that nothing may prevent this meeting. + +In utmost gravity and desperation, + +Charles Dexter Ward. + +P.S. Shoot Dr. Allen on sight and dissolve his body in acid. Don't burn it. + +Dr. Willett received this note about 10:30 a.m., and immediately arranged to +spare the whole late afternoon and evening for the momentous talk, letting it +extend on into the night as long as might be necessary. He planned to arrive +about four o'clock, and through all the intervening hours was so engulfed in +every sort of wild speculation that most of his tasks were very mechanically +performed. Maniacal as the letter would have sounded to a stranger, Willett had +seen too much of Charles Ward's oddities to dismiss it as sheer raving. That +something very subtle, ancient, and horrible was hovering about he felt quite +sure, and the reference to Dr. Allen could almost be comprehended in view of +what Pawtuxet gossip said of Ward's enigmatical colleague. Willett had never +seen the man, but had heard much of his aspect and bearing, and could not but +wonder what sort of eyes those much-discussed dark glasses might conceal. + +Promptly at four Dr. Willett presented himself at the Ward residence, but found +to his annoyance that Charles had not adhered to his determination to remain +indoors. The guards were there, but said that the young man seemed to have lost +part of his timidity. He had that morning done much apparently frightened +arguing and protesting over the telephone, one of the detectives said, replying to +some unknown voice with phrases such as 'I am very tired and must rest a +while', 'I can't receive anyone for some time', 'you'll have to excuse me', 'Please + + + + +postpone decisive action till we can arrange some sort of compromise', or 'I am +very sorry, but I must take a complete vacation from everything; I'll talk with +you later.' Then, apparently gaining boldness through meditation, he had +slipped out so quietly that no one had seen him depart or knew that he had gone +until he returned about one o'clock and entered the house without a word. He +had gone upstairs, where a bit of his fear must have surged back; for he was +heard to cry out in a highly terrified fashion upon entering his library, afterward +trailing off into a kind of choking gasp. When, however, the butler had gone to +inquire what the trouble was, he had appeared at the door with a great show of +boldness, and had silently gestured the man away in a manner that terrified him +unaccountably. Then he had evidently done some rearranging of his shelves, for +a great clattering and thumping and creaking ensued; after which he had +reappeared and left at once. Willett inquired whether or not any message had +been left, but was told that there was no none. The butler seemed queerly +disturbed about something in Charles's appearance and manner, and asked +solicitously if there was much hope for a cure of his disordered nerves. + +For almost two hours Dr. Willett waited vainly in Charles Ward's library, +watching the dusty shelves with their wide gaps where books had been +removed, and smiling grimly at the panelled overmantel on the north wall, +whence a year before the suave features of old Joseph Curwen had looked mildly +down. After a time the shadows began to gather, and the sunset cheer gave place +to a vague growing terror which flew shadow-like before the night. Mr. Ward +finally arrived, and shewed much surprise and anger at his son's absence after all +the pains which had been taken to guard him. He had not known of Charles's +appointment, and promised to notify Willett when the youth returned. In +bidding the doctor goodnight he expressed his utter perplexity at his son's +condition, and urged his caller to do all he could to restore the boy to normal +poise. Willett was glad to escape from that library, for something frightful and +unholy seemed to haunt it; as if the vanished picture had left behind a legacy of +evil. He had never liked that picture; and even now, strong-nerved though he +was, there lurked a quality in its vacant panel which made him feel an urgent +need to get out into the pure air as soon as possible. + + + +The next morning Willett received a message from the senior Ward, saying that +Charles was still absent. Mr. Ward mentioned that Dr. Allen had telephoned him +to say that Charles would remain at Pawtuxet for some time, and that he must +not be disturbed. This was necessary because Allen himself was suddenly called +away for an indefinite period, leaving the researches in need of Charles's +constant oversight. Charles sent his best wishes, and regretted any bother his +abrupt change of plans might have caused. It listening to this message Mr. Ward + + + + +heard Dr. Allen's voice for the first time, and it seemed to excite some vague and +elusive memory which could not be actually placed, but which was disturbing to +the point of tearfulness. + +Faced by these baffling and contradictory reports. Dr. Willett was frankly at a +loss what to do. The frantic earnestness of Charles's note was not to be denied, +yet what could one think of its writer's immediate violation of his own expressed +policy? Young Ward had written that his delvings had become blasphemous and +menacing, that they and his bearded colleague must be extirpated at any cost, +and that he himself would never return to their final scene; yet according to latest +advices he had forgotten all this and was back in the thick of the mystery. +Common sense bade one leave the youth alone with his freakishness, yet some +deeper instinct would not permit the impression of that frenzied letter to +subside. Willett read it over again, and could not make its essence sound as +empty and insane as both its bombastic verbiage and its lack of fulfilment would +seem to imply. Its terror was too profound and real, and in conjunction with +what the doctor already knew evoked too vivid hints of monstrosities from +beyond time and space to permit of any cynical explanation. There were +nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at +them, one ought to stand prepared for any sort of action at any time. + +For over a week Dr. Willett pondered on the dilemma which seemed thrust upon +him, and became more and more inclined to pay Charles a call at the Pawtuxet +bungalow. No friend of the youth had ever ventured to storm this forbidden +retreat, and even his father knew of its interior only from such descriptions as he +chose to give; but Willett felt that some direct conversation with his patient was +necessary. Mr. Ward had been receiving brief and non-committal typed notes +from his son, and said that Mrs. Ward in her Atlantic City retirement had had no +better word. So at length the doctor resolved to act; and despite a curious +sensation inspired by old legends of Joseph Curwen, and by more recent +revelations and warnings from Charles Ward, set boldly out for the bungalow on +the bluff above the river. + +Willett had visited the spot before through sheer curiousity, though of course +never entering the house or proclaiming his presence; hence knew exactly the +route to take. Driving out Broad Street one early afternoon toward the end of +February in his small motor, he thought oddly of the grim party which had taken +that selfsame road a hundred and fifty-seven years before on a terrible errand +which none might ever comprehend. + +The ride through the city's decaying fringe was short, and trim Edgewood and +sleepy Pawtuxet presently spread out ahead. Willett turned to the right down +Lockwood Street and drove his car as far along that rural road as he could, then + + + + +alighted and walked north to where the bluff towered above the lovely bends of +the river and the sweep of misty downlands beyond. Houses were still few here, +and there was no mistaking the isolated bungalow with its concrete garage on a +high point of land at his left. Stepping briskly up the neglected gravel walk he +rapped at the door with a firm hand, and spoke without a tremor to the evil +Portuguese mulatto who opened it to the width of a crack. + +He must, he said, see Charles Ward at once on vitally important business. No +excuse would be accepted, and a repulse would mean only a full report of the +matter to the elder Ward. The mulatto still hesitated, and pushed against the +door when Willett attempted to open it; but the doctor merely raised his voice +and renewed his demands. Then there came from the dark interior a husky +whisper which somehow chilled the hearer through and through though he did +not know why he feared it. 'Let him in, Tony,' it said, 'we may as well talk now +as ever.' But disturbing as was the whisper, the greater fear was that which +immediately followed. The floor creaked and the speaker hove in sight - and the +owner of those strange and resonant tones was seen to be no other than Charles +Dexter Ward. + +The minuteness with which Dr. Willett recalled and recorded his conversation of +that afternoon is due to the importance he assigns to this particular period. For at +last he concedes a vital change in Charles Dexter Ward's mentality, and believes +that the youth now spoke from a brain hopelessly alien to the brain whose +growth he had watched for six and twenty years. Controversy with Dr. Lyman +has compelled him to be very specific, and he definitely dates the madness of +Charles Ward from the time the typewritten notes began to reach his parents. +Those notes are not in Ward's normal style; not even in the style of that last +frantic letter to Willett. Instead, they are strange and archaic, as if the snapping of +the writer's mind had released a flood of tendencies and impressions picked up +unconsciously through boyhood antiquarianism. There is an obvious effort to be +modern, but the spirit and occasionally the language are those of the past. + +The past, too, was evident in Ward's every tone and gesture as he received the +doctor in that shadowy bungalow. He bowed, motioned Willett to a seat, and +began to speak abruptly in that strange whisper which he sought to explain at +the very outset. + +'I am grown phthisical,' he began, 'from this cursed river air. You must excuse +my speech. I suppose you are come from my father to see what ails me, and I +hope you will say nothing to alarm him.' + +Willett was studying these scraping tones with extreme care, but studying even +more closely the face of the speaker. Something, he felt, was wrong; and he + + + + +thought of what the family had told him about the fright of that Yorkshire butler +one night. He wished it were not so dark, but did not request that the blind be +opened. Instead, he merely asked Ward why he had so belied the frantic note of +little more than a week before. + +'I was coming to that,' the host replied. 'You must know, I am in a very bad state +of nerves, and do and say queer things I cannot account for. As I have told you +often, I am on the edge of great matters; and the bigness of them has a way of +making me light-headed. Any man might well be frighted of what I have found, +but I am not to be put off for long. I was a dunce to have that guard and stick at +home; for having gone this far, my place is here. I am not well spoke of my +prying neighbours, and perhaps I was led by weakness to believe myself what +they say of me. There is no evil to any in what I do, so long as I do it rightly. +Have the goodness to wait six months, and I'll shew you what will pay your +patience well.' + +'You may as well know I have a way of learning old matters from things surer +than books, and I'll leave you to judge the importance of what I can give to +history, philosophy, and the arts by reason of the doors I have access to. My +ancestor had all this when those witless peeping Toms came and murdered him. +I now have it again, or am coming very imperfectly to have a part of it. This time +nothing must happen, and least of all though any idiot fears of my own. Pray +forget all I writ you. Sir, and have no fear of this place or any in it. Dr. Allen is a +man of fine parts, and I own him an apology for anything ill I have said of him. I +wish I had no need to spare him, but there were things he had to do elsewhere. +His zeal is equal to mine in all those matters, and I suppose that when I feared +the work I feared him too as my greatest helper in it.' + +Ward paused, and the doctor hardly knew what to say or think. He felt almost +foolish in the face of this calm repudiation of the letter; and yet there clung to +him the fact that while the present discourse was strange and alien and +indubitably mad, the note itself had been tragic in its naturalness and likeness to +the Charles Ward he knew. Willett now tried to turn the talk on early matters, +and recall to the youth some past events which would restore a familiar mood; +but in this process he obtained only the most grotesque results. It was the same +with all the alienists later on. Important sections of Charles Ward's store of +mental images, mainly those touching modern times and his own personal life, +had been unaccountably expunged; whilst all the massed antiquarianism of his +youth had welled up from some profound subconsciousness to engulf the +contemporary and the individual. The youth's intimate knowledge of elder +things was abnormal and unholy, and he tried his best to hide it. When Willett +would mention some favourite object of his boyhood archaistic studies he often + + + + +shed by pure accident such a hght as no normal mortal could conceivably be +expected to possess, and the doctor shuddered as the glib allusion glided by. + +It was not wholesome to know so much about the way the fat sheriff's wig fell off +as he leaned over at the play in Mr. Douglass's Histrionick Academy in King +Street on the eleventh of February, 1762, which fell on a Thursday; or about how +the actors cut the text of Steele's Conscious Lover so badly that one was almost +glad the Baptist-ridden legislature closed the theatre a fortnight later. That +Thomas Sabin's Boston coach was "damn'd uncomfortable" old letters may well +have told; but what healthy antiquarian could recall how the creaking of +Epenetus Olney's new signboard (the gaudy crown he set up after he took to +calling his tavern the Crown Coffee House) was exactly like the first few notes of +the new jazz piece all the radios in Pawtuxet were playing? + +Ward, however, would not be quizzed long in this vein. Modern and personal +topics he waved aside quite summarily, whilst regarding antique affairs he soon +shewed the plainest boredom. What he wished clearly enough was only to +satisfy his visitor enough to make him depart without the intention of returning. +To this end he offered to shew Willett the entire house, and at once proceeded to +lead the doctor through every room from cellar to attic. Willett looked sharply, +but noted that the visible books were far too few and trivial to have ever filled +the wide gaps on Ward's shelves at home, and that the meagre so-called +"laboratory" was the flimsiest sort of a blind. Clearly, there were a library and a +laboratory elsewhere; but just where, it was impossible to say. Essentially +defeated in his quest for something he could not name, Willett returned to town +before evening and told the senior Ward everything which had occurred. They +agreed that the youth must be definitely out of his mind, but decided that +nothing drastic need be done just then. Above all, Mrs. Ward must be kept in as +complete an ignorance as her son's own strange typed notes would permit. + +Mr. Ward now determined to call in person upon his son, making it wholly a +surprise visit. Dr. Willett took him in his car one evening, guiding him to within +sight of the bungalow and waiting patiently for his return. The session was a +long one, and the father emerged in a very saddened and perplexed state. His +reception had developed much like Willett's, save that Charles had been an +excessively long time in appearing after the visitor had forced his way into the +hall and sent the Portuguese away with an imperative demand; and in the +bearing of the altered son there was no trace of filial affection. The lights had +been dim, yet even so the youth had complained that they dazzled him +outrageously. He had not spoken out loud at all, averring that his throat was in +very poor condition; but in his hoarse whisper there was a quality so vaguely +disturbing that Mr. Ward could not banish it from his mind. + + + + +Now definitely leagued together to do all they could toward the youth's mental +salvation, Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett set about collecting every scrap of data +which the case might afford. Pawtuxet gossip was the first item they studied, and +this was relatively easy to glean since both had friends in that region. Dr. Willett +obtained the most rumours because people talked more frankly to him than to a +parent of the central figure, and from all he heard he could tell that young +Ward's life had become indeed a strange one. Common tongues would not +dissociate his household from the vampirism of the previous summer, while the +nocturnal comings and goings of the motor trucks provided their share of dark +speculations. Local tradesmen spoke of the queerness of the orders brought them +by the evil-looking mulatto, and in particular of the inordinate amounts of mean +and fresh blood secured from the two butcher shops in the immediate +neighbourhood. For a household of only three, these quantities were quite +absurd. + +Then there was the matter of the sounds beneath the earth. Reports of these +things were harder to point down, but all the vague hints tallied in certain basic +essentials. Noises of a ritual nature positively existed, and at times when the +bungalow was dark. They might, of course, have come from the known cellar; +but rumour insisted that there were deeper and more spreading crypts. Recalling +the ancient tales of Joseph Curwen's catacombs, and assuming for granted that +the present bungalow had been selected because of its situation on the old +Curwen site as revealed in one of another of the documents found behind the +picture, Willett and Mr. Ward gave this phase of the gossip much attention; and +searched many times without success for the door in the river-bank which old +manuscripts mentioned. As to popular opinions of the bungalow's various +inhabitants, it was soon plain that the Brava Portuguese was loathed, the +bearded and spectacled Dr. Allen feared, and the pallid young scholar disliked to +a profound degree. During the last week or two Ward had obviously changed +much, abandoning his attempts at affability and speaking only in hoarse but +oddly repellent whispers on the few occasions that he ventured forth. + +Such were the shreds and fragments gathered here and there; and over these Mr. +Ward and Dr. Willett held many long and serious conferences. They strove to +exercise deduction, induction, and constructive imagination to their utmost +extent; and to correlate every known fact of Charles's later life, including the +frantic letter which the doctor now shewed the father, with the meagre +documentary evidence available concerning old Joseph Curwen. They would +have given much for a glimpse of the papers Charles had found, for very clearly +the key to the youth's madness lay in what he had learned of the ancient wizard +and his doings. + + + + +And yet, after all, it was from no step of Mr. Ward's or Dr. Willett's that the next +move in this singular case proceeded. The father and the physician, rebuffed and +confused by a shadow too shapeless and intangible to combat, had rested +uneasily on their oars while the typed notes of young Ward to his parents grew +fewer and fewer. Then came the first of the month with its customary financial +adjustments, and the clerks at certain banks began a peculiar shaking of heads +and telephoning from one to the other. Officials who knew Charles Ward by +sight went down to the bungalow to ask why every cheque of his appearing at +this juncture was a clumsy forgery, and were reassured less than they ought to +have been when the youth hoarsely explained that he hand had lately been so +much affected by a nervous shock as to make normal writing impossible. He +could, he said, from no written characters at all except with great difficulty; and +could prove it by the fact that he had been forced to type all his recent letters, +even those to his father and mother, who would bear out the assertion. + +What made the investigators pause in confusion was not this circumstance alone, +for that was nothing unprecedented or fundamentally suspicious, nor even the +Pawtuxet gossip, of which one or two of them had caught echoes. It was the +muddled discourse of the young man which nonplussed them, implying as it did +a virtually total loss of memory concerning important monetary matters which +he had had at his fingertips only a month or two before. Something was wrong; +for despite the apparent coherence and rationality of his speech, there could be +no normal reason for this ill-concealed blankness on vital points. Moreover, +although none of these men knew Ward well, they could not help observing the +change in his language and manner. They had heard he was an antiquarian, but +even the most hopeless antiquarians do not make daily use of obsolete +phraseology and gestures. Altogether, this combination of hoarseness, palsied +hands, bad memory, and altered speech and bearing must represent some +disturbance or malady of genuine gravity, which no doubt formed the basis of +the prevailing odd rumours; and after their departure the party of officials +decided that a talk with the senior Ward was imperative. + +So on the sixth of March, 1928, there was a long and serious conference in Mr. +Ward's office, after which the utterly bewildered father summoned Dr. Willett in +a kind of helpless resignation. Willett looked over the strained and awkward +signatures of the cheque, and compared them in his mind with the penmanship +of that last frantic note. Certainly, the change was radical and profound, and yet +there was something damnably familiar about the new writing. It had crabbed +and archaic tendencies of a very curious sort, and seemed to result from a type of +stroke utterly different from that which the youth had always used. It was +strange - but where had he seen it before? On the whole, it was obvious that +Charles was insane. Of that there could be no doubt. And since it appeared +unlikely that he could handle his property or continue to deal with the outside + + + + +world much longer, something must quickly be done toward his oversight and +possible cure. It was then that the alienists were called in, Drs. Peck and Waite of +Providence and Dr. Lyman of Boston, to whom Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett gave +the most exhaustive possible history of the case, and who conferred at length in +the now unused library of their young patient, examining what books and +papers of his were left in order to gain some further notion of his habitual mental +cast. After scanning this material and examining the ominous note to Willett they +all agreed that Charles Ward's studies had been enough to unseat or at least to +warp any ordinary intellect, and wished most heartily that they could see his +more intimate volumes and documents; but this latter they knew they could do, +if at all, only after a scene at the bungalow itself. Willett now reviewed the whole +case with febrile energy; it being at this time that he obtained the statements of +the workmen who had seen Charles find the Curwen documents, and that he +collated the incidents of the destroyed newspaper items, looking up the latter at +the Journal office. + +On Thursday, the eighth of March, Drs. Willett, Peck, Lyman, and Waite, +accompanied by Mr. Ward, paid the youth their momentous call; making no +concealment of their object and questioning the now acknowledged patient with +extreme minuteness. Charles, although he was inordinately long in answering +the summons and was still redolent of strange and noxious laboratory odours +when he did finally make his agitated appearance, proved a far from recalcitrant +subject; and admitted freely that his memory and balance had suffered +somewhat from close application to abstruse studies. He offered no resistance +when his removal to other quarters was insisted upon; and seemed, indeed, to +display a high degree of intelligence as apart from mere memory. His conduct +would have sent his interviewers away in bafflement had not the persistently +archaic trend of his speech and unmistakable replacement of modern by ancient +ideas in his consciousness marked him out as one definitely removed from the +normal. Of his work he would say no more to the group of doctors than he had +formerly said to his family and to Dr. Willett, and his frantic note of the previous +month he dismissed as mere nerves and hysteria. He insisted that this shadowy +bungalow possessed no library possessed no library or laboratory beyond the +visible ones, and waxed abstruse in explaining the absence from the house of +such odours as now saturated all his clothing. Neighbourhood gossip he +attributed to nothing more than the cheap inventiveness of baffled curiousity. Of +the whereabouts of Dr. Allen he said he did not feel at liberty to speak definitely, +but assured his inquisitors that the bearded and spectacled man would return +when needed. In paying off the stolid Brava who resisted all questioning by the +visitors, and in closing the bungalow which still seemed to hold such nighted +secrets. Ward shewed no signs of nervousness save a barely noticed tendency to +pause as though listening for something very faint. He was apparently animated +by a calmly philosophic resignation, as if he removal were the merest transient + + + + +incident which would cause the least trouble if facilitated and disposed of once +and for all. It was clear that he trusted to his obviously unimpaired keenness of +absolute mentality to overcome all the embarrassments into which his twisted +memory, his lost voice and handwriting, and his secretive and eccentric +behaviour had led him. His mother, it was agreed, was not to be told of the +change; his father supplying typed notes in his name. Ward was taken to the +restfuUy and picturesquely situated private hospital maintained by Dr. Waite on +Conanicut Island in the bay, and subjected to the closest scrutiny and +questioning by all the physicians connected with the case. It was then that the +physical oddities were noticed; the slackened metabolism, the altered skin, and +the disproportionate neural reactions. Dr. Willett was the most perturbed of the +various examiners, for he had attended Ward all his life and could appreciate +with terrible keenness the extent of his physical disorganisation. Even the +familiar olive mark on his hip was gone, while on his chest was a great black +mole or cicatrice which had never been there before, and which made Willett +wonder whether the youth had ever submitted to any of the witch markings +reputed to be inflicted at certain unwholesome nocturnal meetings in wild and +lonely places. The doctor could not keep his mind off a certain transcribed witch- +trial record from Salem which Charles had shewn him in the old non-secretive +days, and which read: 'Mr. G. B. on that Nighte putt ye Divell his Marke upon +Bridget S., Jonathan A., Simon O., Deliverance W., Joseph C, Susan P., Mehitable +C, and Deborah B.' Ward's face, too, troubled him horribly, till at length he +suddenly discovered why he was horrified. For above the young man's right eye +was something which he had never previously noticed - a small scar or pit +precisely like that in the crumbled painting of old Joseph Curwen, and perhaps +attesting some hideous ritualistic inoculation to which both had submitted at a +certain stage of their occult careers. + +While Ward himself was puzzling all the doctors at the hospital a very strict +watch was kept on all mail addressed either to him or to Dr. Allen, which Mr. +Ward had ordered delivered at the family home. Willett had predicted that very +little would be found, since any communications of a vital nature would +probably have been exchanged by messenger; but in the latter part of March +there did come a letter from Prague for Dr. Allen which gave both the doctor and +the father deep thought. It was in a very crabbed and archaic hand; and though +clearly not the effort of a foreigner, shewed almost as singular a departure from +modern English as the speech of young Ward himself. It read: + +Kleinstrasse 11, + +Altstadt, Prague, + +11th Feby. 1928. + +Brother in Almonsin-Metraton:- + + + + +I this day receiv'd yr mention of what came up from the Sahes I sent you. It was +wrong, and meanes clearly that ye Headstones had been chang'd when Barnabas +gott me the Specimen. It is often so, as you must be sensible of from the Thing +you gott from ye Kings Chapell ground in 1769 and what H. gott from Olde +Bury'g Point in 1690, that was like to ende him. I gott such a Thing in Aegypt 7b +yeares gone, from the which came that Scar ye Boy saw on me here in 1924. As I +told you longe ago, do not calle up That which you can not put downe; either +from dead Saltes or out of ye Spheres beyond. Have ye Wordes for laying at all +times readie, and stopp not to be sure when there is any Doubte of Whom you +have. Stones are all chang'd now in Nine groundes out of 10. You are never sure +till you question. I this day heard from H., who has had Trouble with the +Soldiers. He is like to be sorry Transylvania is pass't from Hungary to Roumania, +and wou'd change his Seat if the Castel weren't so fulle of What we Knowe. But +of this he hath doubtless writ you. In my next Send'g there will be Somewhat +from a Hill tomb from ye East that will delight you greatly. Meanwhile forget not +I am desirous of B. F. if you can possibly get him for me. You know G. in Philada. +better than I. Have him upp firste if you will, but doe not use him soe hard he +will be Difficult, for I must speake to him in ye End. + +Yogg-Sothoth Neblod Zin + +Simon O. + +To Mr. J. C. in + +Providence. + +Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett paused in utter chaos before this apparent bit of +unrelieved insanity. Only by degrees did they absorb what it seemed to imply. +So the absent Dr. Allen, and not Charles Ward, had come to be the leading spirit +at Pawtuxet? That must explain the wild reference and denunciation in the +youth's last frantic letter. And what of this addressing of the bearded and +spectacled stranger as "Mr. J. C"? There was no escaping the inference, but there +are limits to possible monstrosity. Who was "Simon O."; the old man Ward had +visited in Prague four years previously? Perhaps, but in the centuries behind +there had been another Simon O. - Simon Orne, alias Jedediah, of Salem, who +vanished in 1771, and whose peculiar handwriting Dr. Willett now unmistakably +recognised from the photostatic copies of the Orne formulae which Charles had +once shown him. What horrors and mysteries, what contradictions and +contraventions of Nature, had come back after a century and a half to harass Old +Providence with her clustered spires and domes? + +The father and the old physician, virtually at a loss what to do or think, went to +see Charles at the hospital and questioned him as delicately as they could about +Dr. Allen, about the Prague visit, and about what he had learned of Simon or + + + + +Jedediah Orne of Salem. To all these enquiries the youth was politely non- +committal, merely barking in his hoarse whisper that he had found Dr. Allen to +have a remarkable spiritual rapport with certain souls from the past, and that +any correspondent the bearded man might have in Prague would probably be +similarly gifted. When they left, Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett realised to their +chagrin that they had really been the ones under catechism; and that without +imparting anything vital himself, the confined youth had adroitly pumped them +of everything the Prague letter had contained. + +Drs. Peck, Waite, and Lyman were not inclined to attach much importance to the +strange correspondence of young Ward's companion; for they knew the +tendency of kindred eccentrics and monomaniacs to band together, and believed +that Charles or Allen had merely unearthed an expatriated counterpart - perhaps +one who had seen Orne's handwriting and copied it in an attempt to pose as the +bygone character's reincarnation. Allen himself was perhaps a similar case, and +may have persuaded the youth into accepting him as an avatar of the long-dead +Curwen. Such things had been known before, and on the same basis the hard- +headed doctors disposed of Willett's growing disquiet about Charles Ward's +present handwriting, as studied from unpremeditated specimens obtained by +various ruses. Willett thought he had placed its odd familiarity at last, and that +what it vaguely resembled was the bygone penmanship of old Joseph Curwen +himself; but this the other physicians regarded as a phase of imitativeness only to +be expected in a mania of this sort, and refused to grant it any importance either +favourable or unfavourable. Recognising this prosaic attitude in his colleagues, +Willett advised Mr. Ward to keep to himself the letter which arrived for Dr. Allen +on the second of April from Rakus, Transylvania, in a handwriting so intensely +and fundamentally like that of the Hutchinson cipher that both father and +physician paused in awe before breaking the seal. This read as follows: + +Castle Ferenczy + +7 March 1928. + +Dear C.:- + +Hadd a Squad of 20 Militia up to talk about what the Country Folk say. Must +digg deeper and have less Hearde. These Roumanians plague me damnably, +being officious and particular where you cou'd buy a Magyar off with a Drinke +and Food. + +Last monthe M. got me ye Sarcophagus of ye Five Sphinxes from ye Acropolis +where He whome I call'd up say'd it wou'd be, and I have hadde 3 Talkes with +What was therein inhum'd. It will go to S. O. in Prague directly, and thence to +you. It is stubborn but you know ye Way with Such. + + + + +You shew Wisdom in having lesse about than Before; for there was no Neede to +keep the Guards in Shape and eat'g off their Heads, and it made Much to be +founde in Case of Trouble, as you too welle knowe. You can now move and +worke elsewhere with no Kill'g Trouble if needful, tho' I hope no Thing will soon +force you to so Bothersome a Course. + +I rejoice that you traffick not so much with Those Outside; for there was ever a +Mortall Peril in it, and you are sensible what it did when you ask'd Protection of +One not dispos'd to give it. + +You excel me in gett'g ye Formulae so another may saye them with Success, but +Borellus fancy'd it wou'd be so if just ye right Wordes were hadd. Does ye Boy +use 'em often? I regret that he growes squeamish, as I fear'd he wou'd when I +hadde him here nigh 15 Monthes, but am sensible you knowe how to deal with +him. You can't saye him down with ye Formula, for that will Worke only upon +such as ye other Formula hath call'd up from Saltes; but you still have strong +Handes and Knife and Pistol, and Graves are not harde to digg, nor Acids loth to +burne. + +O. sayes you have promis'd him B. F. I must have him after. B. goes to you soone, +and may he give you what you wishe of that Darke Thing belowe Memphis. +Imploy care in what you calle up, and beware of ye Boy. + +It will be ripe in a yeare's time to have up ye Legions from Underneath, and then +there are no Boundes to what shal be oures. Have Confidence in what I saye, for +you knowe O. and I have hadd these 150 yeares more than you to consulte these +Matters in. + +Nephreu - Ka nai Hadoth + +Edw. H. + +For J Curwen, Esq. + +Providence. + +But if Willett and Mr. Ward refrained from shewing this letter to the alienists, +they did not refrain from acting upon it themselves. No amount of learned +sophistry could controvert the fact that the strangely bearded and spectacled Dr. +Allen, of whom Charles's frantic letter had spoken as such a monstrous menace, +was in close and sinister correspondence with two inexplicable creatures whom +Ward had visited in his travels and who plainly claimed to be survivals or +avatars of Curwen's old Salem colleagues; that he was regarding himself as the +reincarnation of Joseph Curwen, and that he entertained - or was at least advised +to entertain - murderous designs against a "boy" who could scarcely be other + + + + +than Charles Ward. There was organised horror afoot; and no matter who had +started it, the missing Allen was by this time at the bottom of it. Therefore, +thanking heaven that Charles was now safe in the hospital, Mr. Ward lost no +time in engaging detectives to learn all they could of the cryptic, bearded doctor; +finding whence he had come and what Pawtuxet knew of him, and if possible +discovering his present whereabouts. Supplying the men with one of the +bungalow keys which Charles yielded up, he urged them to explore Allen's +vacant room which had been identified when the patient's belongings had been +packed; obtaining what clues they could from any effects he might have left +about. Mr. Ward talked with the detectives in his son's old library, and they felt a +marked relief when they left it at last; for there seemed to hover about the place a +vague aura of evil. Perhaps it was what they had heard of the infamous old +wizard whose picture had once stared from the panelled overmantel, and +perhaps it was something different and irrelevant; but in any case they all half +sensed an intangible miasma which centred in that carven vestige of an older +dwelling and which at times almost rose to the intensity of a material emanation. + +V. A Nightmare and a Cataclysm + + + +And now swiftly followed that hideous experience which has left its indelible +mark of fear on the soul of Marinus Bicknell Willett, and has added a decade to +the visible age of one whose youth was even then far behind. Dr. Willett had +conferred at length with Mr. Ward, and had come to an agreement with him on +several points which both felt the alienists would ridicule. There was, they +conceded, a terrible movement alive in the world, whose direct connexion with a +necromancy even older than the Salem witchcraft could not be doubted. That at +least two living men - and one other of whom they dared not think - were in +absolute possession of minds or personalities which had functioned as early as +1690 or before was likewise almost unassailably proved even in the face of all +known natural laws. What these horrible creatures - and Charles Ward as well - +were doing or trying to do seemed fairly clear from their letters and from every +bit of light both old and new which had filtered in upon the case. They were +robbing the tombs of all the ages, including those of the world's wisest and +greatest men, in the hope of recovering from the bygone ashes some vestige of +the consciousness and lore which had once animated and informed them. + +A hideous traffic was going on among these nightmare ghouls, whereby +illustrious bones were bartered with the calm calculativeness of schoolboys +swapping books; and from what was extorted from this centuried dust there was +anticipated a power and a wisdom beyond anything which the cosmos had ever +seen concentred in one man or group. They had found unholy ways to keep their + + + + +brains alive, either in the same body or different bodies; and had evidently +achieved a way of tapping the consciousness of the dead whom they gathered +together. There had, it seems, been some truth in chimerical old Borellus when he +wrote of preparing from even the most antique remains certain "Essential Saltes" +from which the shade of a long-dead living thing might be raised up. There was +a formula for evoking such a shade, and another for putting it down; and it had +now been so perfected that it could be taught successfully. One must be careful +about evocations, for the markers of old graves are not always accurate. + +Willett and Mr. Ward shivered as they passed from conclusion to conclusion. +Things - presences or voices of some sort - could be drawn down from unknown +places as well as from the grave, and in this process also one must be careful. +Joseph Curwen had indubitably evoked many forbidden things, and as for +Charles - what might one think of him? What forces "outside the spheres" had +reached him from Joseph Curwen's day and turned his mind on forgotten +things? He had been led to find certain directions, and he had used them. He had +talked with the man of horror in Prague and stayed long with the creature in the +mountains of Transylvania. And he must have found the grave of Joseph +Curwen at last. That newspaper item and what his mother had heard in the night +were too significant to overlook. Then he had summoned something, and it must +have come. That mighty voice aloft on Good Friday, and those different tones in +the locked attic laboratory. What were they like, with their depth and +hoUowness? Was there not here some awful foreshadowing of the dreaded +stranger Dr. Allen with his spectral bass? Yes, that was what Mr. Ward had felt +with vague horror in his single talk with the man - if man it were - over the +telephone! + +What hellish consciousness or voice, what morbid shade or presence, had come +to answer Charles Ward's secret rites behind that locked door? Those voices +heard in argument - "must have it red for three months" - Good God! Was not +that just before the vampirism broke out? The rifling of Ezra Weeden's ancient +grave, and the cries later at Pawtuxet - whose mind had planned the vengeance +and rediscovered the shunned seat of elder blasphemies? And then the +bungalow and the bearded stranger, and the gossip, and the fear. The final +madness of Charles neither father nor doctor could attempt to explain, but they +did feel sure that the mind of Joseph Curwen had come to earth again and was +following its ancient morbidities. Was daemoniac possession in truth a +possibility? Allen had something to do with it, and the detectives must find out +more about one whose existence menaced the young man's life. In the meantime, +since the existence of some vast crypt beneath the bungalow seemed virtually +beyond dispute, some effort must be made to find it. Willett and Mr. Ward, +conscious of the sceptical attitude of the alienists, resolved during their final +conference to undertake a joint secret exploration of unparalleled thoroughness; + + + + +and agreed to meet at the bungalow on the following morning with valises and +with certain tools and accessories suited to architectural search and underground +exploration. + +The morning of April 6th dawned clear, and both explorers were at the +bungalow by ten o'clock. Mr. Ward had the key, and an entry and cursory +survey were made. From the disordered condition of Dr. Allen's room it was +obvious that the detectives had been there before, and the later searchers hoped +that they had found some clue which might prove of value. Of course the main +business lay in the cellar; so thither they descended without much delay, again +making the circuit which each had vainly made before in the presence of the mad +young owner. For a time everything seemed baffling, each inch of the earthen +floor and stone walls having so solid and innocuous an aspect that the thought of +a yearning aperture was scarcely to be entertained. Willett reflected that since the +original cellar was dug without knowledge of any catacombs beneath, the +beginning of the passage would represent the strictly modern delving of young +Ward and his associates, where they had probed for the ancient vaults whose +rumour could have reached them by no wholesome means. + +The doctor tried to put himself in Charles's place to see how a delver would be +likely to start, but could not gain much inspiration from this method. Then he +decided on elimination as a policy, and went carefully over the whole +subterranean surface both vertical and horizontal, trying to account for every +inch separately. He was soon substantially narrowed down, and at last had +nothing left but the small platform before the washtubs, which he tried once +before in vain. Now experimenting in every possible way, and exerting a double +strength, he finally found that the top did indeed turn and slide horizontally on a +corner pivot. Beneath it lay a trim concrete surface with an iron manhole, to +which Mr. Ward at once rushed with excited zeal. The cover was not hard to lift, +and the father had quite removed it when Willett noticed the queerness of his +aspect. He was swaying and nodding dizzily, and in the gust of noxious air +which swept up from the black pit beneath the doctor soon recognised ample +cause. + +In a moment Dr. Willett had his fainting companion on the floor above and was +reviving him with cold water. Mr. Ward responded feebly, but it could be seen +that the mephitic blast from the crypt had in some way gravely sickened him. +Wishing to take no chances, Willett hastened out to Broad Street for a taxicab and +had soon dispatched the sufferer home despite his weak-voiced protests; after +which he produced an electric torch, covered his nostrils with a band of sterile +gauze, and descended once more to peer into the new-found depths. The foul air +had now slightly abated, and Willett was able to send a beam of light down the +Stygian hold. For about ten feet, he saw, it was a sheer cylindrical drop with + + + + +concrete walls and an iron ladder; after which the hole appeared to strike a flight +of old stone steps which must originally have emerged to earth somewhat +southwest of the present building. + + + +Willett freely admits that for a moment the memory of the old Curwen legends +kept him from climbing down alone into that malodorous gulf. He could not +help thinking of what Like Fenner had reported on that last monstrous night. +Then duty asserted itself and he made the plunge, carrying a great valise for the +removal of whatever papers might prove of supreme importance. Slowly, as +befitted one of his years, he descended the ladder and reached the slimy steps +below. This was ancient masonry, his torch told him; and upon the dripping +walls he saw the unwholesome moss of centuries. Down, down, ran the steps; +not spirally, but in three abrupt turns; and with such narrowness that two men +could have passed only with difficulty. He had counted about thirty when a +sound reached him very faintly; and after that he did not feel disposed to count +any more. + +It was a godless sound; one of those low-keyed, insidious outrages of Nature +which are not meant to be. To call it a dull wail, a doom-dragged whine, or a +hopeless howl of chorused anguish and stricken flesh without mind would be to +miss its quintessential loathsomeness and soul-sickening overtones. Was it for +this that Ward had seemed to listen on that day he was removed? It was the most +shocking thing that Willett had ever heard, and it continued from no determinate +point as the doctor reached the bottom of the steps and cast his torchlight around +on lofty corridor walls surmounted by Cyclopean vaulting and pierced by +numberless black archways. The hall in which he stood was perhaps fourteen +feet high in the middle of the vaulting and ten or twelve feet broad. Its pavement +was of large chipped flagstone, and its walls and roof were of dressed masonry. +Its length he could not imagine, for it stretched ahead indefinitely into the +blackness. Of the archways, some had doors of the old six-panelled colonial type, +whilst others had none. + +Overcoming the dread induced by the smell and the howling, Willett began to +explore these archways one by one; finding beyond them rooms with groined +stone ceilings, each of medium size and apparently of bizarre used. Most of them +had fireplaces, the upper courses of whose chimneys would have formed an +interesting study in engineering. Never before or since had he seen such +instruments or suggestions of instruments as here loomed up on every hand +through the burying dust and cobwebs of a century and a half, in many cases +evidently shattered as if by the ancient raiders. For many of the chambers +seemed wholly untrodden by modern feet, and must have represented the + + + + +earliest and most obsolete phases of Joseph Curwen's experimentation. Finally +there came a room of obvious modernity, or at least of recent occupancy. There +were oil heaters, bookshelves and tables, chairs and cabinets, and a desk piled +high with papers of varying antiquity and contemporaneousness. Candlesticks +and oil lamps stood about in several places; and finding a match-safe handy, +Willett lighted such as were ready for use. + +In the fuller gleam it appeared that this apartment was nothing less than the +latest study or library of Charles Ward. Of the books the doctor had seen many +before, and a good part of the furniture had plainly come from the Prospect +Street mansion. Here and there was a piece well known to Willett, and the sense +of familiarity became so great that he half forgot the noisomness and the wailing, +both of which were plainer here than they had been at the foot of the steps. His +first duty, as planned long ahead, was to find and seize any papers which might +seem of vital importance; especially those portentous documents found by +Charles so long ago behind the picture in Olney Court. As he search he perceived +how stupendous a task the final unravelling would be; for file on file was stuffed +with papers in curious hands and bearing curious designs, so that months or +even years might be needed for a thorough deciphering and editing. Once he +found three large packets of letters with Prague and Rakus postmarks, and in +writing clearly recognisable as Orne's and Hutchinson's; all of which he took +with him as part of the bundle to be removed in his valise. + +At last, in a locked mahogany cabinet once gracing the Ward home, Willett +found the batch of old Curwen papers; recognising them from the reluctant +glimpse Charles had granted him so many years ago. The youth had evidently +kept them together very much as they had been when first he found them, since +all the titles recalled by the workmen were present except the papers addressed +to Orne and Hutchinson, and the cipher with its key. Willett placed the entire lot +in his valise and continued his examination of the files. Since young Ward's +immediate condition was the greatest matter at stake, the closest searching was +done among the most obviously recent matter; and in this abundance of +contemporary manuscript one very baffling oddity was noted. The oddity was +the slight amount in Charles's normal writing, which indeed included nothing +more recent than two months before. On the other hand, there were literally +reams of symbols and formulae, historical notes and philosophical comment, in a +crabbed penmanship absolutely identical with the ancient script of Joseph +Curwen, though of undeniably modern dating. Plainly, a part of the latter-day +programme had been a sedulous imitation of the old wizard's writing, which +Charles seemed to have carried to a marvellous state of perfection. Of any third +hand which might have been Allen's there was not a trace. If he had indeed come +to be the leader, he must have forced young Ward to act as his amanuensis. + + + + +In this new material one mystic formula, or rather pair of formulae, recurred so +often that Willett had it by heart before he had half finished his quest. It +consisted of two parallel columns, the left-hand one surmounted by the archaic +symbol called "Dragon's Head" and used in almanacs to indicate the ascending +node, and the right-hand one headed by a corresponding sign of "Dragon's Tail" +or descending node. The appearance of the whole was something like this, and +almost unconsciously the doctor realised that the second half was no more than +the first written syllabically backward with the exception of the final +monosyllables and of the odd name Yog-Sothoth, which he had come to +recognise under various spellings from other things he had seen in connexion +with this horrible matter. The formulae were as follows - exactly so, as Willett is +abundantly able to testify - and the first one struck an odd note of uncomfortable +latent memory in his brain, which he recognised later when reviewing the events +of that horrible Good Friday of the previous year. + +Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, + +YOG-SOTHOTH + +H'EE-L'GEB + +F'AI THRODOG + +UAAAH + +OGTHROD AI'F + +GEB'L-EE'H + +YOG-SOTHOTH + +'NGAH'NG AI'Y + +ZHRO + +So haunting were these formulae, and so frequently did he come upon them, that +before the doctor knew it he was repeating them under his breath. Eventually, +however, he felt he had secured all the papers he could digest to advantage for +the present; hence resolved to examine no more till he could bring the sceptical +alienists en masse for an ampler and more systematic raid. He had still to find +the hidden laboratory, so leaving his valise in the lighted room he emerged again +into the black noisome corridor whose vaulting echoed ceaseless with that dull +and hideous whine. + +The next few rooms he tried were all abandoned, or filled only with crumbling +boxes and ominous-looking leaden coffins; but impressed him deeply with the +magnitude of Joseph Curwen's original operations. He thought of the slaves and +seamen who had disappeared, of the graves which had been violated in every +part of the world, and of what that final raiding party must have seen; and then +he decided it was better not to think any more. Once a great stone staircase +mounted at his right, and he deduced that this must have reached to one of the + + + + +Curwen outbuildings - perhaps the famous stone edifice with the high sht-Hke +windows - provided the steps he had descended had led from the steep-roofed +farmhouse. Suddenly the walls seemed to fall away ahead, and the stench and +the wailing grew stronger. Willett saw that he had come upon a vast open space, +so great that his torchlight would not carry across it; and as he advanced he +encountered occasional stout pillars supporting the arches of the roof. + +After a time he reached a circle of pillars grouped like the monoliths of +Stonehenge, with a large carved altar on a base of three steps in the centre; and +so curious were the carvings on that altar that he approached to study them with +his electric light. But when he saw what they were he shrank away shuddering, +and did not stop to investigate the dark stains which discoloured the upper +surface and had spread down the sides in occasional thin lines. Instead, he found +the distant wall and traced it as it swept round in a gigantic circle perforated by +occasional black doorways and indented by a myriad of shallow cells with iron +gratings and wrist and ankle bonds on chains fastened to the stone of the +concave rear masonry. These cells were empty, but still the horrible odour and +the dismal moaning continued, more insistent now than ever, and seemingly +varied at time by a sort of slippery thumping. + + + +From that frightful smell and that uncanny noise Willett's attention could no +longer be diverted. Both were plainer and more hideous in the great pillared hall +than anywhere else, and carried a vague impression of being far below, even in +this dark nether world of subterrene mystery. Before trying any of the black +archways for steps leading further down, the doctor cast his beam of light about +the stone-flagged floor. It was very loosely paved, and at irregular intervals there +would occur a slab curiously pierced by small holes in no definite arrangement, +while at one point there lay a very long ladder carelessly flung down. To this +ladder, singularly enough, appeared to cling a particularly large amount of the +frightful odour which encompassed everything. As he walked slowly about it +suddenly occurred to Willett that both the noise and the odour seemed strongest +above the oddly pierced slabs, as if they might be crude trap-doors leading down +to some still deeper region of horror. Kneeling by one, he worked at it with his +hands, and found that with extreme difficulty he could budge it. At his touch the +moaning beneath ascended to a louder key, and only with vast trepidation did he +persevere in the lifting of the heavy stone. A stench unnameable now rose up +from below, and the doctor's head reeled dizzily as he laid back the slab and +turned his torch upon the exposed square yard of gaping blackness. + +If he had expected a flight of steps to some wide gulf of ultimate abomination, +Willett was destined to be disappointed; for amidst that foetor and cracked + + + + +whining he discerned only the brick-faced top of a cyhndrical well perhaps a +yard and a half in diameter and devoid of any ladder or other means of descent. +As the light shone down, the wailing changed suddenly to a series of horrible +yelps; in conjunction with which there came again that sound of blind, futile +scrambling and slippery thumping. The explorer trembled, unwilling even to +imagine what noxious thing might be lurking in that abyss, but in a moment +mustered up the courage to peer over the rough-hewn brink; lying at full length +and holding the torch downward at arm's length to see what might lie below. +For a second he could distinguish nothing but the slimy, moss-grown brick walls +sinking illimitably into that half-tangible miasma of murk and foulness and +anguished frenzy; and then he saw that something dark was leaping clumsily +and frantically up and down at the bottom of the narrow shaft, which must have +been from twenty to twenty-five feet below the stone floor where he lay. The +torch shook in his hand, but he looked again to see what manner of living +creature might be immured there in the darkness of that unnatural well; left +starving by young Ward through all the long month since the doctors had taken +him away, and clearly only one of a vast number prisoned in the kindred wells +whose pierced stone covers so thickly studded the floor of the great vaulted +cavern. Whatever the things were, they could not lie down in their cramped +spaces; but must have crouched and whined and waited and feebly leaped all +those hideous weeks since their master had abandoned them unheeded. + +But Marinus Bicknell Willett was sorry that he looked again; for surgeon and +veteran of the dissecting-room though he was, he has not been the same since. It +is hard to explain just how a single sight of a tangible object with measurable +dimensions could so shake and change a man; and we may only say that there is +about certain outlines and entities a power of symbolism and suggestion which +acts frightfully on a sensitive thinker's perspective and whispers terrible hints of +obscure cosmic relationships and unnameable realities behind the protective +illusions of common vision. In that second look Willett saw such an outline or +entity, for during the next few instants he was undoubtedly as stark raving mad +as any inmate of Dr. Waite's private hospital. He dropped the electric torch from +a hand drained of muscular power or nervous coordination, nor heeded the +sound of crunching teeth which told of its fate at the bottom of the pit. He +screamed and screamed and screamed in a voice whose falsetto panic no +acquaintance of his would ever have recognised; and though he could not rise to +his feet he crawled and rolled desperately away from the damp pavement where +dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their exhausted whining and yelping to +answer his own insane cries. He tore his hands on the rough, loose stones, and +many times bruised his head against the frequent pillars, but still he kept on. +Then at last he slowly came to himself in the utter blackness and stench, and +stopped his ears against the droning wail into which the burst of yelping had +subsided. He was drenched with perspiration and without means of producing a + + + + +light; stricken and unnerved in the abysmal blackness and horror, and crushed +with a memory he never could efface. Beneath him dozens of those things still +lived, and from one of those shafts the cover was removed. He knew that what +he had seen could never climb up the slippery walls, yet shuddered at the +thought that some obscure foot-hold might exist. + +What the thing was, he would never tell. It was like some of the carvings on the +hellish altar, but it was alive. Nature had never made it in this form, for it was +too palpably unfinished. The deficiencies were of the most surprising sort, and +the abnormalities of proportion could not be described. Willett consents only to +say that this type of thing must have represented entities which Ward called up +from imperfect salts, and which he kept for servile or ritualistic purposes. If it +had not had a certain significance, its image would not have been carved on that +damnable stone. It was not the worst thing depicted on that stone - but Willett +never opened the other pits. At the time, the first connected idea in his mind was +an idle paragraph from some of the old Curwen data he had digested long +before; a phrase used by Simon or Jedediah Orne in that portentous confiscated +letter to the bygone sorcerer: + +'Certainely, there was Noth'g but ye liveliest Awfulness in that which H. rais'd +upp from What he cou'd gather onlie a part of.' + +Then, horribly supplementing rather than displacing this image, there came a +recollection of those ancient lingering rumours anent the burned, twisted thing +found in the fields a week after the Curwen raid. Charles Ward had once told the +doctor what old Slocum said of that object; that it was neither thoroughly human, +nor wholly allied to any animal which Pawtuxet folk had ever seen or read +about. + +These words hummed in the doctor's mind as he rocked to and fro, squatting on +the nitrous stone floor. He tried to drive them out, and repeated the Lord's +Prayer to himself; eventually trailing off into a mnemonic hodge-podge like the +modernistic Waste Land of Mr. T. S. Eliot, and finally reverting to the oft- +repeated dual formula he had lately found in Ward's underground library: 'Y'ai +'ng'ngah, Yog-Sothoth' and so on till the final underlined Zhro. + +It seemed to soothe him, and he staggered to his feet after a time; lamenting +bitterly his fright-lost torch and looking wildly about for any gleam of light in the +clutching inkiness of the chilly air. Think he would not; but he strained his eyes +in every direction for some faint glint or reflection of the bright illumination he +had left in the library. After a while he thought he detected a suspicion of a glow +infinitely far away, and toward this he crawled in agonised caution on hands and + + + + +knees amidst the stench and howHng, always feeHng ahead lest he collide with +the numerous great pillars or stumble into the abominable pit he had uncovered. + +Once his shaking fingers touched something which he knew must be the steps +leading to the hellish altar, and from this spot he recoiled in loathing. At another +time he encountered the pierced slab he had removed, and here his caution +became almost pitiful. But he did not come upon the dread aperture after all, nor +did anything issue from that aperture to detain him. What had been down there +made no sound nor stir. Evidently its crunching of the fallen electric torch had +not been good for it. Each time Willett's fingers felt a perforated slab he +trembled. His passage over it would sometimes increase the groaning below, but +generally it would produce no effect at all, since he moved very noiselessly. +Several times during his progress the glow ahead diminished perceptibly, and he +realised that the various candles and lamps he had left must be expiring one by +one. The thought of being lost in utter darkness without matches amidst this +underground world of nightmare labyrinths impelled him to rise to his feet and +run, which he could safely do now that he had passed the open pit; for he knew +that once the light failed, his only hope of rescue and survival would lie in +whatever relief party Mr. Ward might send after missing him for a sufficient +period. Presently, however, he emerged from the open space into the narrower +corridor and definitely located the glow as coming from a door on his right. In a +moment he had reached it and was standing once more in young Ward's secret +library, trembling with relief, and watching the sputterings of that last lamp +which had brought him to safety. + + + +In another moment he was hastily filling the burned-out lamps from an oil +supply he had previously noticed, and when the room was bright again he +looked about to see if he might find a lantern for further exploration. For racked +though he was with horror, his sense of grim purpose was still uppermost; and +he was firmly determined to leave no stone unturned in his search for the +hideous facts behind Charles Ward's bizarre madness. Failing to find a lantern, +he chose the smallest of the lamps to carry; also filling his pockets with candles +and matches, and taking with him a gallon can of oil, which he proposed to keep +for reserve use in whatever hidden laboratory he might uncover beyond the +terrible open space with its unclean altar and nameless covered wells. To traverse +that space again would require his utmost fortitude, but he knew it must be +done. Fortunately neither the frightful altar nor the opened shaft was near the +vast cell-indented wall which bounded the cavern area, and whose black +mysterious archways would form the next goals of a logical search. + + + + +So Willett went back to that great pillared hall of stench and anguished howling; +turning down his lamp to avoid any distant glimpse of the hellish altar, or of the +uncovered pit with the pierced stone slab beside it. Most of the black doorways +led merely to small chambers, some vacant and some evidently used as +storerooms; and in several of the latter he saw some very curious accumulations +of various objects. One was packed with rotting and dust-draped bales of spare +clothing, and the explorer thrilled when he saw that it was unmistakably the +clothing of a century and a half before. In another room he found numerous odds +and ends of modern clothing, as if gradual provisions were being made to equip +a large body of men. But what he disliked most of all were the huge copper vats +which occasionally appeared; these, and the sinister incrustations upon them. He +liked them even less than the weirdly figured leaden bowls whose rims retained +such obnoxious deposits and around which clung repellent odours perceptible +above even the general noisomness of the crypt. When he had completed about +half the entire circuit of the wall he found another corridor like that from which +he had come, and out of which many doors opened. This he proceeded to +investigate; and after entering three rooms of medium size and of no significant +contents, he came at last to a large oblong apartment whose business-like tanks +and tables, furnaces and modern instruments, occasional books and endless +shelves of jars and bottles proclaimed it indeed the long-sought laboratory of +Charles Ward - and no doubt of old Joseph Curwen before him. + +After lighting the three lamps which he found filled and ready. Dr. Willett +examined the place and all the appurtenances with the keenest interest; noting +from the relative quantities of various reagents on the shelves that young Ward's +dominant concern must have been with some branch of organic chemistry. On +the whole, little could be learned from the scientific ensemble, which included a +gruesome-looking dissecting-table; so that the room was really rather a +disappointment. Among the books was a tattered old copy of Borellus in black- +letter, and it was weirdly interesting to note that Ward had underlined the same +passage whose marking had so perturbed good Mr. Merritt in Curwen's +farmhouse more than a century and half before. That old copy, of course, must +have perished along with the rest of Curwen's occult library in the final raid. +Three archways opened off the laboratory, and these the doctor proceeded to +sample in turn. From his cursory survey he saw that two led merely to small +storerooms; but these he canvassed with care, remarking the piles of coffins in +various stages of damage and shuddering violently at two or three of the few +coffin-plates he could decipher. There was much clothing also stored in these +rooms, and several new and tightly nailed boxes which he did not stop to +investigate. Most interesting of all, perhaps, were some odd bits which he judged +to be fragments of old Joseph Curwen's laboratory appliances. These had +suffered damage at the hands of the raiders, but were still partly recognisable as +the chemical paraphernalia of the Georgian period. + + + + +The third archway led to a very sizeable chamber entirely lined with shelves and +having in the centre a table bearing two lamps. These lamps Willett lighted, and +in their brilliant glow studied the endless shelving which surrounded him. Some +of the upper levels were wholly vacant, but most of the space was filled with +small odd-looking leaden jars of two general types; one tall and without handles +like a Grecian lekythos or oil-jug, and the other with a single handle and +proportioned like a Phaleron jug. All had metal stoppers, and were covered with +peculiar-looking symbols moulded in low relief. In a moment the doctor noticed +that these jugs were classified with great rigidity; all the lekythoi being on one +side of the room with a large wooden sign reading 'Custodes' above them, and +all the Phalerons on the other, correspondingly labelled with a sign reading +'Materia'. + +Each of the jars of jugs, except some on the upper shelves that turned out to be +vacant, bore a cardboard tag with a number apparently referring to a catalogue; +and Willett resolved to look for the latter presently. For the moment, however, he +was more interested in the nature of the array as a whole, and experimentally +opened several of the lekythoi and Phalerons at random with a view to a rough +generalisation. The result was invariable. Both types of jar contained a small +quantity of a single kind of substance; a fine dusty powder of very light weight +and of many shades of dull, neutral colour. To the colours which formed the only +point of variation there was no apparent method of disposal; and no distinction +between what occurred in the lekythoi and what occurred in the Phalerons. A +bluish-grey powder might be by the side of a pinkish-white one, and any one in a +Phaleron might have its exact counterpart in a lekythos. The most individual +feature about the powders was their non-adhesiveness. Willett would pour one +into his hand, and upon returning it to its jug would find that no residue +whatever remained on his palm. + +The meaning of the two signs puzzled him, and he wondered why this battery of +chemicals was separated so radically from those in glass jars on the shelves of the +laboratory proper. "Custodes", "Materia"; that was the Latin for "Guards" and +"Materials", respectively - and then there came a flash of memory as to where he +had seen that word "Guards" before in connexion with this dreadful mystery. It +was, of course, in the recent letter to Dr. Allen purporting to be from old Edwin +Hutchinson; and the phrase had read: 'There was no Neede to keep the Guards +in Shape and eat'g off their Heads, and it made Much to be founde in Case of +Trouble, as you too welle knowe.' What did this signify? But wait - was there not +still another reference to "guards" in this matter which he had failed wholly to +recall when reading the Hutchinson letter? Back in the old non-secretive days +Ward had told him of the Eleazar Smith diary recording the spying of Smith and +Weeden on the Curwen farm, and in that dreadful chronicle there had been a +mention of conversations overheard before the old wizard betook himself wholly + + + + +beneath the earth. There had been. Smith and Weeden insisted, terrible +colloquies wherein figured Curwen, certain captives of his, and the guards of +those captives. Those guards, according to Hutchinson or his avatar, had "eaten +their heads off", so that now Dr. Allen did not keep them in shape. And if not in +shape, how save as the "salts" to which it appears this wizard band was engaged +in reducing as many human bodies or skeletons as they could? + +So that was what these lekythoi contained; the monstrous fruit of unhallowed +rites and deeds, presumably won or cowed to such submission as to help, when +called up by some hellish incantation, in the defence of their blasphemous master +or the questioning of those who were not so willing? Willett shuddered at the +thought of what he had been pouring in and out of his hands, and for a moment +felt an impulse to flee in panic from that cavern of hideous shelves with their +silent and perhaps watching sentinels. Then he thought of the "Materia" - in the +myriad Phaleron jugs on the other side of the room. Salts too - and if not the salts +of "guards", then the salts of what? God! Could it be possible that here lay the +mortal relics of half the titan thinkers of all the ages; snatched by supreme ghouls +from crypts where the world thought them safe, and subject to the beck and call +of madmen who sought to drain their knowledge for some still wilder end whose +ultimate effect would concern, as poor Charles had hinted in his frantic note, "all +civilisation, all natural law, perhaps even the fate of the solar system and the +universe"? And Marinus Bicknell Willett had sifted their dust through his hands! + +Then he noticed a small door at the further end of the room, and calmed himself +enough to approach it and examine the crude sign chiselled above. It was only a +symbol, but it filled him with vague spiritual dread; for a morbid, dreaming +friend of his had once drawn it on paper and told him a few of the things it +means in the dark abyss of sleep. It was the sign of Koth, that dreamers see fixed +above the archway of a certain black tower standing alone in twilight - and +Willett did not like what his friend Randolph Carter had said of its powers. But a +moment later he forgot the sign as he recognised a new acrid odour in the +stench-filled air. This was a chemical rather than animal smell, and came clearly +from the room beyond the door. And it was, unmistakably, the same odour +which had saturated Charles Ward's clothing on the day the doctors had taken +him away. So it was here that the youth had been interrupted by the final +summons? He was wiser that old Joseph Curwen, for he had not resisted. Willett, +boldly determined to penetrate every wonder and nightmare this nether realm +might contain, seized the small lamp and crossed the threshold. A wave of +nameless fright rolled out to meet him, but he yielded to no whim and deferred +to no intuition. There was nothing alive here to harm him, and he would not be +stayed in his piercing of the eldritch cloud which engulfed his patient. + + + + +The room beyond the door was of medium size, and had no furniture save a +table, a single chair, and two groups of curious machines with clamps and +wheels, which Willett recognised after a moment as mediaeval instruments of +torture. On one side of the door stood a rack of savage whips, above which were +some shelves bearing empty rows of shallow pedestalled cups of lead shaped +like Grecian kylikes. On the other side was the table; with a powerful Argand +lamp, a pad and pencil, and two of the stoppered lekythoi from the shelves +outside set down at irregular places as if temporarily or in haste. Willett lighted +the lamp and looked carefully at the pad, to see what notes Ward might have +been jotting down when interrupted; but found nothing more intelligible than +the following disjointed fragments in that crabbed Curwen chirography, which +shed no light on the case as a whole: + +'B. dy'd not. Escap'd into walls and founde Place below.' +'Sawe olde V. saye ye Sabaoth and learnt yee Way.' +'Rais'd Yog-Sothoth thrice and was ye nexte Day deliver'd.' +'F. soughte to wipe out all know'g howe to raise Those from Outside.' + +As the strong Argand blaze lit up the entire chamber the doctor saw that the wall +opposite the door, between the two groups of torturing appliances in the corners, +was covered with pegs from which hung a set of shapeless-looking robes of a +rather dismal yellowish-white. But far more interesting were the two vacant +walls, both of which were thickly covered with mystic symbols and formulae +roughly chiselled in the smooth dressed stone. The damp floor also bore marks +of carving; and with but little difficulty Willett deciphered a huge pentagram in +the centre, with a plain circle about three feet wide half way between this and +each corner. In one of these four circles, near where a yellowish robe had been +flung carelessly down, there stood a shallow kylix of the sort found on the +shelves above the whip-rack; and just outside the periphery was one of the +Phaleron jugs from the shelves in the other room, its tag numbered 118. This was +unstoppered, and proved upon inspection to be empty; but the explorer saw +with a shiver that the kylix was not. Within its shallow area, and saved from +scattering only by the absence of wind in this sequestered cavern, lay a small +amount of a dry, dull-greenish efflorescent powder which must have belonged in +the jug; and Willett almost reeled at the implications that came sweeping over +him as he correlated little by little the several elements and antecedents of the +scene. The whips and the instruments of torture, the dust or salts from the jug of +"Materia", the two lekythoi from the "Custodes" shelf, the robes, the formulae +on the walls, the notes on the pad, the hints from letters and legends, and the +thousand glimpses, doubts, and suppositions which had come to torment the +friends and parents of Charles Ward - all these engulfed the doctor in a tidal +wave of horror as he looked at that dry greenish powder outspread in the +pedestalled leaden kylix on the floor. + + + + +With an effort, however, Willett pulled himself together and began studying the +formulae chiselled on the walls. From the stained and incrusted letters it was +obvious that they were carved in Joseph Curwen's time, and their text was such +as to be vaguely familiar to one who had read much Curwen material or delved +extensively into the history of magic. One the doctor clearly recognised as what +Mrs. Ward heard her son chanting on that ominous Good Friday a year before, +and what an authority had told him was a very terrible invocation addressed to +secret gods outside the normal spheres. It was not spelled here exactly as Mrs. +Ward had set it down from memory, nor yet as the authority had shewn it to him +in the forbidden pages of "Eliphas Levi"; but its identity was unmistakable, and +such words as Sabaoth, Metraton, Almonsin, and Zariatnatmik sent a shudder of +fright through the search who had seen and felt so much of cosmic abomination +just around the corner. + +This was on the left-hand wall as one entered the room. The right-hand wall was +no less thickly inscribed, and Willett felt a start of recognition when he came up +the pair of formulae so frequently occurring in the recent notes in the library. +They were, roughly speaking, the same; with the ancient symbols of "Dragon's +Head" and "Dragon's Tail" heading them as in Ward's scribblings. But the +spelling differed quite widely from that of the modern versions, as if old Curwen +had had a different way of recording sound, or as if later study had evolved +more powerful and perfected variants of the invocations in question. The doctor +tried to reconcile the chiselled version with the one which still ran persistently in +his head, and found it hard to do. Where the script he had memorised began +"Y'ai 'ng'ngah, Yog-Sothoth", this epigraph started out as "Aye, engengah, +Yogge-Sothotha"; which to his mind would seriously interfere with the +syllabification of the second word. + +Ground as the later text was into his consciousness, the discrepancy disturbed +him; and he found himself chanting the first of the formulae aloud in an effort to +square the sound he conceived with the letters he found carved. Weird and +menacing in that abyss of antique blasphemy rang his voice; its accents keyed to +a droning sing-song either through the spell of the past and the unknown, or +through the hellish example of that dull, godless wail from the pits whose +inhuman cadences rose and fell rhythmically in the distance through the stench +and the darkness. + +Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, + +YOG-SOTHOTH + +H'EE-L'GEB + +F'AI THRODOG + +UAAAH! + + + + +But what was this cold wind which had sprung into hfe at the very outset of the +chant? The lamps were sputtering woefully, and the gloom grew so dense that +the letters on the wall nearly faded from sight. There was smoke, too, and an +acrid odour which quite drowned out the stench from the far-away wells; an +odour like that he had smelt before, yet infinitely stronger and more pungent. He +turned from the inscriptions to face the room with its bizarre contents, and saw +that the kylix on the floor, in which the ominous efflorescent powder had lain, +was giving forth a cloud of thick, greenish-black vapour of surprising volume +and opacity. That powder - Great God! it had come from the shelf of "Materia" - +what was it doing now, and what had started it? The formula he had been +chanting - the first of the pair - Dragon's Head, ascending node - Blessed Saviour, +could it be ... + +The doctor reeled, and through his head raced wildly disjointed scraps from all +he had seen, heard, and read of the frightful case of Joseph Curwen and Charles +Dexter Ward. "I say to you againe, doe not call up Any that you can not put +downe . . . Have ye Wordes for laying at all times readie, and stopp not to be sure +when there is any Doubte of Whom you have ... 3 Talkes with What was therein +inhum'd ..." Mercy of Heaven, what is that shape behind the parting smoke? + + + +Marinus Bicknell Willett has not hope that any part of his tale will be believed +except by certain sympathetic friends, hence he has made no attempt to tell it +beyond his most intimate circle. Only a few outsiders have ever heard it +repeated, and of these the majority laugh and remark that the doctor surely is +getting old. He has been advised to take a long vacation and to shun future cases +dealing with mental disturbance. But Mr. Ward knows that the veteran physician +speaks only a horrible truth. Did not he himself see the noisome aperture in the +bungalow cellar? Did not Willett send him home overcome and ill at eleven +o'clock that portentous morning? Did he not telephone the doctor in vain that +evening, and again the next day, and had he not driven to the bungalow itself on +that following noon, finding his friend unconscious but unharmed on one of the +beds upstairs? Willett had been breathing stertorously, and opened his eyes +slowly when Mr. Ward gave him some brandy fetched from the car. Then he +shuddered and screamed, crying out, 'That beard... those eyes... God, who are +you?' A very strange thing to say to a trim, blue-eyed, clean-shaven gentleman +whom he had known from the latter's boyhood. + +In the bright noon sunlight the bungalow was unchanged since the previous +morning. Willett's clothing bore no disarrangement beyond certain smudges and +worn places at the knees, and only a faint acrid odour reminded Mr. Ward of +what he had smelt on his son that day he was taken to the hospital. The doctor's + + + + +flashlight was missing, but his valise was safely there, as empty as when he had +brought it. Before indulging in any explanations, and obviously with great moral +effort, Willett staggered dizzily down to the cellar and tried the fateful platform +before the tubs. It was unyielding. Crossing to where he had left his yet unused +tool satchel the day before, he obtained a chisel and began to pry up the stubborn +planks one by one. Underneath the smooth concrete was still visible, but of any +opening or perforation there was no longer a trace. Nothing yawned this time to +sicken the mystified father who had followed the doctor downstairs; only the +smooth concrete underneath the planks - no noisome well, no world of +subterrene horrors, no secret library, no Curwen papers, no nightmare pits of +stench and howling, no laboratory or shelves or chiselled formulae, no... Dr. +Willett turned pale, and clutched at the younger man. 'Yesterday,' he asked +softly, 'did you see it here ... and smell it?' And when Mr. Ward, himself +transfixed with dread and wonder, found strength to nod an affirmative, the +physician gave a sound half a sigh and half a gasp, and nodded in turn. 'Then I +will tell you', he said. + +So for an hour, in the sunniest room they could find upstairs, the physician +whispered his frightful tale to the wondering father. There was nothing to relate +beyond the looming up of that form when the greenish-black vapour from the +kylix parted, and Willett was too tired to ask himself what had really occurred. +There were futile, bewildered head-shakings from both men, and once Mr. Ward +ventured a hushed suggestion, 'Do you suppose it would be of any use to dig?' +The doctor was silent, for it seemed hardly fitting for any human brain to answer +when powers of unknown spheres had so vitally encroached on this side of the +Great Abyss. Again Mr. Ward asked, 'But where did it go? It brought you here, +you know, and it sealed up the hole somehow.' And Willett again let silence +answer for him. + +But after all, this was not the final phase of the matter. Reaching for his +handkerchief before rising to leave. Dr. Willett's fingers closed upon a piece of +paper in his pocket which had not been there before, and which was +companioned by the candles and matches he had seized in the vanished vault. It +was a common sheet, torn obviously from the cheap pad in that fabulous room of +horror somewhere underground, and the writing upon it was that of an ordinary +lead pencil - doubtless the one which had lain beside the pad. It was folded very +carelessly, and beyond the faint acrid scent of the cryptic chamber bore no print +or mark of any world but this. But in the text itself it did indeed reek with +wonder; for here was no script of any wholesome age, but the laboured strokes +of mediaeval darkness, scarcely legible to the laymen who now strained over it, +yet having combinations of symbols which seemed vaguely familiar. The briefly +scrawled message was this, and its mystery lent purpose to the shaken pair, who + + + + +forthwith walked steadily out to the Ward car and gave orders to be driven first +to a quiet dining place and then to the John Hay Library on the hill. + +At the library it was easy to find good manuals of palaeography, and over these +the two men puzzled till the lights of evening shone out from the great +chandelier. In the end they found what was needed. The letters were indeed no +fantastic invention, but the normal script of a very dark period. They were the +pointed Saxon minuscules of the eighth or ninth century A.D., and brought with +them memories of an uncouth time when under a fresh Christian veneer ancient +faiths and ancient rites stirred stealthily, and the pale moon of Britain looked +sometimes on strange deeds in the Roman ruins of Caerleon and Hexham, and +by the towers along Hadrian's crumbling wall. The words were in such Latin as a +barbarous age might remember - 'Corvinus necandus est. Cadaver aq(ua) forti +dissolvendum, nee aliq(ui)d retinendum. Tace ut potes.' - which may roughly be +translated, "Curwen must be killed. The body must be dissolved in aqua fortis, +nor must anything be retained. Keep silence as best you are able." + +Willett and Mr. Ward were mute and baffled. They had met the unknown, and +found that they lacked emotions to respond to it as they vaguely believed they +ought. With Willett, especially, the capacity for receiving fresh impressions of +awe was well-nigh exhausted; and both men sat still and helpless till the closing +of the library forced them to leave. Then they drove listlessly to the Ward +mansion in Prospect Street, and talked to no purpose into the night. The doctor +rested toward morning, but did not go home. And he was still there Sunday +noon when a telephone message came from the detectives who had been +assigned to look up Dr. Allen. + +Mr. Ward, who was pacing nervously about in a dressing-gown, answered the +call in person; and told the men to come up early the next day when he heard +their report was almost ready. Both Willett and he were glad that this phase of +the matter was taking form, for whatever the origin of the strange minuscule +message, it seemed certain the "Curwen" who must be destroyed could be no +other than the bearded and spectacled stranger. Charles had feared this man, and +had said in the frantic note that he must be killed and dissolved in acid. Allen, +moreover, had been receiving letters from the strange wizards in Europe under +the name of Curwen, and palpably regarded himself as an avatar of the bygone +necromancer. And now from a fresh and unknown source had come a message +saying that "Curwen" must be killed and dissolved in acid. The linkage was too +unmistakable to be factitious; and besides, was not Allen planning to murder +young Ward upon the advice of the creature called Hutchinson? Of course, the +letter they had seen had never reached the bearded stranger; but from its text +they could see that Allen had already formed plans for dealing with the youth if +he grew too "squeamish". Without doubt, Allen must be apprehended; and even + + + + +if the most drastic directions were not carried out, he must be placed where he +could inflict no harm upon Charles Ward. + +That afternoon, hoping against hope to extract some gleam of information anent +the inmost mysteries from the only available one capable of giving it, the father +and the doctor went down the bay and called on young Charles at the hospital. +Simply and gravely Willett told him all he had found, and noticed how pale he +turned as each description made certain the truth of the discovery. The physician +employed as much dramatic effect as he could, and watched for a wincing on +Charles's part when he approached the matter of the covered pits and the +nameless hybrids within. But Ward did not wince. Willett paused, and his voice +grew indignant as he spoke of how the things were starving. He taxed the youth +with shocking inhumanity, and shivered when only a sardonic laugh came in +reply. For Charles, having dropped as useless his pretence that the crypt did not +exist, seemed to see some ghastly jest in this affair; and chucked hoarsely at +something which amused him. Then he whispered, in accents doubly terrible +because of the cracked voice he used, 'Damn 'em, they do eat, but they don't +need to! That's the rare part! A month, you say, without food? Lud, Sir, you be +modest! D'ye know, that was the joke on poor old Whipple with his virtuous +bluster! Kill everything off, would he? Why, damme, he was half-deaf with noise +from Outside and never saw or heard aught from the wells! He never dreamed +they were there at all! Devil take ye, those cursed things have been howling +down there ever since Curwen was done for a hundred and fifty-seven years +gone!' + +But no more than this could Willett get from the youth. Horrified, yet almost +convinced against his will, he went on with his tale in the hope that some +incident might startle his auditor out of the mad composure he maintained. +Looking at the youth's face, the doctor could not but feel a kind of terror at the +changes which recent months had wrought. Truly, the boy had drawn down +nameless horrors from the skies. When the room with the formulae and the +greenish dust was mentioned, Charles shewed his first sign of animation. A +quizzical look overspread his face as he heard what Willett had read on the pad, +and he ventured the mild statement that those notes were old ones, of no +possible significance to anyone not deeply initiated in the history of magic. But, +he added, 'had you but known the words to bring up that which I had out in the +cup, you had not been here to tell me this. 'Twas Number 118, and I conceive you +would have shook had you looked it up in my list in t'other room. 'Twas never +raised by me, but I meant to have it up that day you came to invite me hither.' + +Then Willett told of the formula he had spoken and of the greenish-black smoke +which had arisen; and as he did so he saw true fear dawn for the first time on +Charles Ward's face. 'It came, and you be here alive?' As Ward croaked the + + + + +words his voice seemed almost to burst free of its trammels and sink to +cavernous abysses of uncanny resonance. Willett, gifted with a flash of +inspiration, believed he saw the situation, and wove into his reply a caution from +a letter he remembered. 'No. 118, you say? But don't forget that stones are all +changed now in nine grounds out of ten. You are never sure till you question!' +And then, without warning, he drew forth the minuscule message and flashed it +before the patient's eyes. He could have wished no stronger result, for Charles +Ward fainted forthwith. + +All this conversation, of course, had been conducted with the greatest secrecy +lest the resident alienists accuse the father and the physician of encouraging a +madman in his delusions. Unaided, too. Dr. Willett and Mr. Ward picked up the +stricken youth and placed him on the couch. In reviving, the patient mumbled +many times of some word which he must get to Orne and Hutchinson at once; so +when his consciousness seemed fully back the doctor told him that of those +strange creatures at least one was his bitter enemy, and had given Dr. Allen +advice for his assassination. This revelation produced no visible effect, and +before it was made the visitors could see that their host had already the look of a +hunted man. After that he would converse no more, so Willett and the father +departed presently; leaving behind a caution against the bearded Allen, to which +the youth only replied that this individual was very safely taken care of, and +could do no one any harm even if he wished. This was said with an almost evil +chuckle very painful to hear. They did not worry about any communications +Charles might indite to that monstrous pair in Europe, since they knew that the +hospital authorities seized all outgoing mail for censorship and would pass no +wild or outre-looking missive. + +There is, however, a curious sequel to the matter of Orne and Hutchinson, if such +indeed the exiled wizards were. Moved by some vague presentiment amidst the +horrors of that period, Willett arranged with an international press-cutting +bureau for accounts of notable current crimes and accidents in Prague and in +eastern Transylvania; and after six months believed that he had found two very +significant things amongst the multifarious items he received and had translated. +One was the total wrecking of a house by night in the oldest quarter of Prague, +and the disappearance of the evil old man called Josef Nadek, who had dwelt in +it alone ever since anyone could remember. The other was a titan explosion in +the Transylvanian mountains east of Rakus, and the utter extirpation with all its +inmates of the ill-regarded Castle Ferenczy, whose master was so badly spoken +of by peasants and soldiery alike that he would shortly have been summoned to +Bucharest for serious questioning had not this incident cut off a career already so +long as to antedate all common memory. Willett maintains that the hand which +wrote those minuscules was able to wield stronger weapons as well; and that +while Curwen was left to him to dispose of, the writer felt able to find and deal + + + + +with Orne and Hutchinson itself. If what their fate may have been the doctor +strives sedulously not to think. + + + +The following morning Dr. Willett hastened to the Ward home to be present +when the detectives arrived. Allen's destruction or imprisonment - or Curwen's +if one might regard the tacit claim to reincarnation as valid - he felt must be +accomplished at any cost, and he communicated this conviction to Mr. Ward as +they sat waiting for the men to come. They were downstairs this time, for the +upper parts of the house were beginning to be shunned because of a particular +nauseousness which hung indefinitely about; a nauseousness which the older +servants connected with some curse left by the vanished Curwen portrait. + +At nine o'clock the three detectives presented themselves and immediately +delivered all that they had to say. They had not, regrettably enough, located the +Brava Tony Gomes as they had wished, nor had they found the least trace of Dr. +Allen's source or present whereabouts; but they had managed to unearth a +considerable number of local impressions and facts concerning the reticent +stranger. Allen had struck Pawtuxet people as a vaguely unnatural being, and +there was a universal belief that his thick sandy beard was either dyed or false - a +belief conclusively upheld by the finding of such a false beard, together with a +pair of dark glasses, in his room at the fateful bungalow. His voice, Mr. Ward +could well testify from his one telephone conversation, had a depth and +hoUowness that could not be forgotten; and his glanced seemed malign even +through his smoked and horn-rimmed glasses. One shopkeeper, in the course of +negotiations, had seen a specimen of his handwriting and declared it was very +queer and crabbed; this being confirmed by pencilled notes of no clear meaning +found in his room and identified by the merchant. In connexion with the +vampirism rumours of the preceding summer, a majority of the gossips believed +that Allen rather than Ward was the actual vampire. Statements were also +obtained from the officials who had visited the bungalow after the unpleasant +incident of the motor truck robbery. They had felt less of the sinister in Dr. Allen, +but had recognised him as the dominant figure in the queer shadowy cottage. +The place had been too dark for them to observe him clearly, but they would +know him again if they saw him. His beard had looked odd, and they thought he +had some slight scar above his dark spectacled right eye. As for the detectives' +search of Allen's room, it yielded nothing definite save the beard and glasses, +and several pencilled notes in a crabbed writing which Willett at once saw was +identical with that shared by the old Curwen manuscripts and by the +voluminous recent notes of young Ward found in the vanished catacombs of +horror. + + + + +Dr. Willett and Mr. Ward caught something of a profound, subtle, and insidious +cosmic fear from this data as it was gradually unfolded, and almost trembled in +following up the vague, mad thought which had simultaneously reached their +minds. The false beard and glasses - the crabbed Curwen penmanship - the old +portrait and its tiny scar - and the altered youth in the hospital with such a scar - +that deep, hollow voice on the telephone - was it not of this that Mr. Ward was +reminded when his son barked forth those pitiable tones to which he now +claimed to be reduced? Who had ever seen Charles and Allen together? Yes, the +officials had once, but who later on? Was it not when Allen left that Charles +suddenly lost his growing fright and began to live wholly at the bungalow? +Curwen - Allen - Ward - in what blasphemous and abominable fusion had two +ages and two persons become involved? That damnable resemblance of the +picture to Charles - had it not used to stare and stare, and follow the boy around +the room with its eyes? Why, too, did both Allen and Charles copy Joseph +Curwen's handwriting, even when alone and off guard? And then the frightful +work of those people - the lost crypt of horrors that had aged the doctor +overnight; the starving monsters in the noisome pits; the awful formula which +had yielded such nameless results; the message in minuscules found in Willett's +pocket; the papers and the letters and all the talk of graves and "salts" and +discoveries - whither did everything lead? In the end Mr. Ward did the most +sensible thing. Steeling himself against any realisation of why he did it, he gave +the detectives an article to be shewn to such Pawtuxet shopkeepers as had seen +the portentous Dr. Allen. That article was a photograph of his luckless son, on +which he now carefully drew in ink the pair of heavy glasses and the black +pointed beard which the men had brought from Allen's room. + +For two hours he waited with the doctor in the oppressive house where fear and +miasma were slowly gathering as the empty panel in the upstairs library leered +and leered and leered. Then the men returned. Yes. The altered photograph was +a very passable likeness of Dr. Allen. Mr. Ward turned pale, and Willett wiped a +suddenly dampened brow with his handkerchief. Allen - Ward - Curwen - it was +becoming too hideous for coherent thought. What had the boy called out of the +void, and what had it done to him? What, really, had happened from first to last? +Who was this Allen who sought to kill Charles as too "squeamish", and why had +his destined victim said in the postscript to that frantic letter that he must be so +completely obliterated in acid? Why, too, had the minuscule message, of whose +origin no one dared think, said that "Curwen" must be likewise obliterated? +What was the change, and when had the final stage occurred? That day when his +frantic note was received - he had been nervous all the morning, then there was +an alteration. He had slipped out unseen and swaggered boldly in past the men +hired to guard him. That was the time, when he was out. But no - had he not +cried out in terror as he entered his study - this very room? What had he found +there? Or wait - what had found him? That simulacrum which brushed boldly in + + + + +without having been seen to go - was that an ahen shadow and a horror forcing +itself upon a trembhng figure which had never gone out at all? Had not the +butler spoken of queer noises? + +Willett rang for the man and asked him some low -toned questions. It had, surely +enough, been a bad business. There had been noises - a cry, a gasp, a choking, +and a sort of clattering or creaking or thumping, or all of these. And Mr. Charles +was not the same when he stalked out without a word. The butler shivered as he +spoke, and sniffed at the heavy air that blew down from some open window +upstairs. Terror had settled definitely upon the house, and only the business-like +detectives failed to imbibe a full measure of it. Even they were restless, for this +case had held vague elements in the background which pleased them not at all. +Dr. Willett was thinking deeply and rapidly, and his thoughts were terrible ones. +Now and then he would almost break into muttering as he ran over in his head a +new, appalling, and increasingly conclusive chain of nightmare happenings. + +Then Mr. Ward made a sign that the conference was over, and everyone save +him and the doctor left the room. It was noon now, but shadows as of coming +night seemed to engulf the phantom-haunted mansion. Willett began talking +very seriously to his host, and urged that he leave a great deal of the future +investigation to him. There would be, he predicted, certain obnoxious elements +which a friend could bear better than a relative. As family physician he must +have a free hand, and the first thing he required was a period alone and +undisturbed in the abandoned library upstairs, where the ancient overmantel +had gathered about itself an aura of noisome horror more intense than when +Joseph Curwen's features themselves glanced slyly down from the painted +panel. + +Mr. Ward, dazed by the flood of grotesque morbidities and unthinkably +maddening suggestions that poured in upon him from every side, could only +acquiesce; and half an hour later the doctor was locked in the shunned room +with the panelling from Olney Court. The father, listening outside, heard +fumbling sounds of moving and rummaging as the moments passed; and finally +a wrench and a creak, as if a tight cupboard door were being opened. Then there +was a muffled cry, a kind of snorting choke, and a hasty slamming of whatever +had been opened. Almost at once the key rattled and Willett appeared in the hall, +haggard and ghastly, and demanding wood for the real fireplace on the south +wall of the room. The furnace was not enough, he said; and the electric log had +little practical use. Longing yet not daring to ask questions, Mr. Ward gave the +requisite orders and a man brought some stout pine logs, shuddering as he +entered the tainted air of the library to place them in the grate. Willett meanwhile +had gone up to the dismantled laboratory and brought down a few odds and + + + + +ends not included in the moving of the July before. They were in a covered +basket, and Mr. Ward never saw what they were. + +Then the doctor locked himself in the library once more, and by the clouds of +smoke which rolled down past the windows from the chimney it was known that +he had lighted the fire. Later, after a great rustling of newspapers, that odd +wrench and creaking were heard again; followed by a thumping which none of +the eavesdroppers liked. Thereafter two suppressed cries of Willett's were heard, +and hard upon these came a swishing rustle of indefinable hatefulness. Finally +the smoke that the wind beat down from the chimney grew very dark and acrid, +and everyone wished that the weather had spared them this choking and +venomous inundation of peculiar fumes. Mr. Ward's head reeled, and the +servants all clustered together in a knot to watch the horrible black smoke swoop +down. After an age of waiting the vapours seemed to lighted, and half-formless +sounds of scraping, sweeping, and other minor operations were heard behind +the bolted door. And at last, after the slamming of some cupboard within, Willett +made his appearance - sad, pale, and haggard, and bearing the cloth-draped +basket he had taken from the upstairs laboratory. He had left the window open, +and into that once accursed room was pouring a wealth of pure, wholesome air +to mix with a queer new smell of disinfectants. The ancient overmantel still +lingered; but it seemed robbed of malignity now, and rose as calm and stately in +its white panelling as if it had never borne the picture of Joseph Curwen. Night +was coming on, yet this time its shadows held no latent fright, but only a gentle +melancholy. Of what he had done the doctor would never speak. To Mr. Ward +he said, 'I can answer no questions, but I will say that there are different kinds of +magic. I have made a great purgation, and those in this house will sleep the +better for it.' + + + +That Dr. Willett's "purgation" had been an ordeal almost as nerve-racking in its +way as his hideous wandering in the vanished crypt is shewn by the fact that the +elderly physician gave out completely as soon as he reached home that evening. +For three days he rested constantly in his room, though servants later muttered +something about having heard him after midnight on Wednesday, when the +outer door softly opened and closed with phenomenal softness. Servants' +imaginations, fortunately, are limited, else comment might have been excited by +an item in Thursday's Evening Bulletin which ran as follows: + +North End Ghouls Again Active + +After a lull of ten months since the dastardly vandalism in the Weeden lot at the +North Burial Ground, a nocturnal prowler was glimpsed early this morning in + + + + +the same cemetery by Robert Hart, the night watchman. Happening to glance for +a moment from his shelter at about 2 a.m.. Hart observed the glow of a lantern or +pocket torch not far to the northwest, and upon opening the door detected the +figure of a man with a trowel very plainly silhouetted against a nearby electric +light. At once starting in pursuit, he saw the figure dart hurriedly toward the +main entrance, gaining the street and losing himself among the shadows before +approach or capture was possible. + +Like the first of the ghouls active during the past year, this intruder had done no +real damage before detection. A vacant part of the Ward lot shewed signs of a +little superficial digging, but nothing even nearly the size of a grave had been +attempted, and no previous grave had been disturbed. + +Hart, who cannot describe the prowler except as a small man probably having a +full beard, inclines to the view that all three of the digging incidents have a +common source; but police from the Second Station think otherwise on account +of the savage nature of teh second incident, where an ancient coffin was removed +and its headstone violently shattered. + +The first of the incidents, in which it is thought an attempt to bury something +was frustrated, occurred a year ago last March, and has been attributed to +bootleggers seeking a cache. It is possible, says Sergt. Riley, that this third affair +is of similar nature. Officers at the Second Station are taking especial pains to +capture the gang of miscreants responsible for these repeated outrages. + +All day Thursday Dr. Willett rested as if recuperating from something past or +nerving himself for something to come. In the evening he wrote a note to Mr. +Ward, which was delivered the next morning and which caused the half-dazed +parent to ponder long and deeply. Mr. Ward had not been able to go down to +business since the shock of Monday with its baffling reports and its sinister +"purgation", but he found something calming about the doctor's letter in spite of +the despair it seemed to promise and the fresh mysteries it seemed to evoke. + +10 Barnes St., + +Providence, R. I. + +April 12, 1928. + +Dear Theodore:- + +I feel that I must say a word to you before doing what I am going to do +tomorrow. It will conclude the terrible business we have been going through (for +I feel that no spade is ever likely to reach that monstrous place we know of), but + + + + +I'm afraid it won't set your mind at rest unless I expressly assure you how very +conclusive it is. + +You have known me ever since you were a small boy, so I think you will not +distrust me when I hint that some matters are best left undecided and +unexplored. It is better that you attempt no further speculation as to Charles's +case, and almost imperative that you tell his mother nothing more than she +already suspects. When I call on you tomorrow Charles will have escaped. That +is all which need remain in anyone's mind. He was mad, and he escaped. You +can tell his mother gently and gradually about the mad part when you stop +sending the typed notes in his name. I'd advise you to join her in Atlantic City +and take a rest yourself. God knows you need one after this shock, as I do myself. +I am going South for a while to calm down and brace up. + +So don't ask me any questions when I call. It may be that something will go +wrong, but I'll tell you if it does. I don't think it will. There will be nothing more +to worry about, for Charles will be very, very safe. He is now - safer than you +dream. You need hold no fears about Allen, and who or what he is. He forms as +much a part of the past as Joseph Curwen's picture, and when I ring your +doorbell you may feel certain that there is no such person. And what wrote that +minuscule message will never trouble you or yours. + +But you must steel yourself to melancholy, and prepare your wife to do the +same. I must tell you frankly that Charles's escape will not mean his restoration +to you. He has been afflicted with a peculiar disease, as you must realise from the +subtle physical as well as mental changes in him, and you must not hope to see +him again. Have only this consolation - that he was never a fiend or even truly a +madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery +and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to +know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and +something came out of those years to engulf him. + +And now comes the matter in which I must ask you to trust me most of all. For +there will be, indeed, no uncertainty about Charles's fate. In about a year, say, +you can if you wish devise a suitable account of the end; for the boy will be no +more. You can put up a stone in your lot at the North Burial Ground exactly ten +feet west of your father's and facing the same way, and that will mark the true +resting-place of your son. Nor need you fear that it will mark any abnormality or +changeling. The ashes in that grave will be those of your own unaltered bone and +sinew - of the real Charles Dexter Ward whose mind you watched from infancy - +the real Charles with the olive-mark on his hip and without the black witch-mark +on his chest or the pit on his forehead. The Charles who never did actual evil, +and who will have paid with his life for his "squeamishness". + + + + +That is all. Charles will have escaped, and a year from now you can put up his +stone. Do not question me tomorrow. And believe that the honour of your +ancient family remains untainted now, as it has been at all times in the past. + +With profoundest sympathy, and exhortations to fortitude, calmness, and +resignation, I am ever + +Sincerely your friend, + +Marinus B. Willett. + +So on the morning of Friday, April 13, 1928, Marinus Bicknell Willett visited the +room of Charles Dexter Ward at Dr. Waite's private hospital on Conanicut +Island. The youth, though making no attempt to evade his caller, was in a sullen +mood; and seemed disinclined to open the conversation which Willett obviously +desired. The doctor's discovery of the crypt and his monstrous experience +therein had of course created a new source of embarrassment, so that both +hesitated perceptibly after the interchange of a few strained formalities. Then a +new element of constraint crept in, as Ward seemed to read behind the doctor's +mask-like face a terrible purpose which had never been there before. The patient +quailed, conscious that since the last visit there had been a change whereby the +solicitous family physician had given place to the ruthless and implacable +avenger. + +Ward actually turned pale, and the doctor was the first to speak. 'More,' he said, +'has been found out, and I must warn you fairly that a reckoning is due.' + +'Digging again, and coming upon more poor starving pets?' was the ironic reply. +It was evident that the youth meant to shew bravado to the last. + +'No,' Willett slowly rejoined, 'this time I did not have to dig. We have had men +looking up Dr. Allen, and they found the false beard and spectacles in the +bungalow.' + +'Excellent,' commented the disquieted host in an effort to be wittily insulting, +'and I trust they proved more becoming than the beard and glasses you now +have on!' + +'They would become you very well,' came the even and studied response, 'as +indeed they seem to have done.' + +As Willett said this, it almost seemed as though a cloud passed over the sun; +though there was no change in the shadows on the floor. Then Ward ventured: + + + + +'And is this what asks so hotly for a reckoning? Suppose a man does find it now +and then useful to be twofold?' + +'No', said Willett gravely, 'again you are wrong. It is no business of mine if any +man seeks duality; provided he has any right to exist at all, and provided he does +not destroy what called him out of space.' + +Ward now started violently. 'Well, Sir, what have ye found, and what d'ye want +of me?' + +The doctor let a little time elapse before replying, as if choosing his words for an +effective answer. + +'I have found', he finally intoned, 'something in a cupboard behind an ancient +overmantel where a picture once was, and I have burned it and buried the ashes +where the grave of Charles Dexter Ward ought to be.' + +The madman choked and sprang from the chair in which he had been sitting: + +'Damn ye, who did ye tell - and who'll believe it was he after these two full +months, with me alive? What d'ye mean to do?' + +Willett, though a small man, actually took on a kind of judicial majesty as he +calmed the patient with a gesture. + +'I have told no one. This is no common case - it is a madness out of time and a +horror from beyond the spheres which no police or lawyers or courts or alienists +could ever fathom or grapple with. Thank God some chance has left inside me +the spark of imagination, that I might not go astray in thinking out this thing. +You cannot deceive me, Joseph Curwen, for I know that your accursed magic is +true!' + +'I know how you wove the spell that brooded outside the years and fastened on +your double and descendant; I know how you drew him into the past and got +him to raise you up from your detestable grave; I know how he kept you hidden +in his laboratory while you studied modern things and roved abroad as a +vampire by night, and how you later shewed yourself in beard and glasses that +no one might wonder at your godless likeness to him; I know what you resolved +to do when he balked at your monstrous rifling of the world's tombs, and at +what you planned afterward , and I know how you did it.' + +'You left off your beard and glasses and fooled the guards around the house. +They thought it was he who went in, and they thought it was he who came out +when you had strangled and hidden him. But you hadn't reckoned on the + + + + +different contents of two minds. You were a fool, Joseph Curwen, to fancy that a +mere visual identity would be enough. Why didn't you think of the speech and +the voice and the handwriting? It hasn't worked, you see, after all. You know +better than I who or what wrote that message in minuscules, but I will warn you +it was not written in vain. There are abominations and blasphemies which must +be stamped out, and I believe that the writer of those words will attend to Orne +and Hutchinson. One of those creatures wrote you once, "do not call up any that +you can not put down". You were undone once before, perhaps in that very way, +and it may be that your own evil magic will undo you all again. Curwen, a man +can't tamper with Nature beyond certain limits, and every horror you have +woven will rise up to wipe you out.' + +But here the doctor was cut short by a convulsive cry from the creature before +him. Hopelessly at bay, weaponless, and knowing that any show of physical +violence would bring a score of attendants to the doctor's rescue, Joseph Curwen +had recourse to his one ancient ally, and began a series of cabbalistic motions +with his forefingers as his deep, hollow voice, now unconcealed by feigned +hoarseness, bellowed out the opening words of a terrible formula. + +'PER ADONAI ELOIM, ADONAI JEHOVA, ADONAI SABAOTH, METRATON + + + +But Willett was too quick for him. Even as the dogs in the yard outside began to +howl, and even as a chill wind sprang suddenly up from the bay, the doctor +commenced the solemn and measured intonation of that which he had meant all +along to recite. An eye for an eye - magic for magic - let the outcome shew how +well the lesson of the abyss had been learned! So in a clear voice Marinus +Bicknell Willett began the second of that pair of formulae whose first had raised +the writer of those minuscules - the cryptic invocation whose heading was the +Dragon's Tail, sign of the descending node - + +OGTHROD AI'F + +GEB'L-EE'H + +YOG-SOTHOTH + +'NGAH'NG AI'Y + +ZHRO! + +At the very first word from Willett's mouth the previously commenced formula +of the patient stopped short. Unable to speak, the monster made wild motions +with his arms until they too were arrested. When the awful name of Yog-Sothoth +was uttered, the hideous change began. It was not merely a dissolution, but +rather a transformation or recapitulation; and Willett shut his eyes lest he faint +before the rest of the incantation could be pronounced. + + + + +But he did not faint, and that man of unholy centuries and forbidden secrets +never troubled the world again. The madness out of time had subsided, and the +case of Charles Dexter Ward was closed. Opening his eyes before staggering out +of that room of horror. Dr. Willett saw that what he had kept in memory had not +been kept amiss. There had, as he had predicted, been no need for acids. For like +his accursed picture a year before, Joseph Curwen now lay scattered on the floor +as a thin coating of fine bluish-grey dust. + + + + +The Cats of Ulthar + +Written on JunelS, 1920 + +Published in November 1920 in The Tryout + +It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; +and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the +fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He +is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroe +and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and +sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is +more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten. + +In Ulthar, before ever the burgesses forbade the killing of cats, there dwelt an old +cotter and his wife who delighted to trap and slay the cats of their neighbors. +Why they did this I know not; save that many hate the voice of the cat in the +night, and take it ill that cats should run stealthily about yards and gardens at +twilight. But whatever the reason, this old man and woman took pleasure in +trapping and slaying every cat which came near to their hovel; and from some of +the sounds heard after dark, many villagers fancied that the manner of slaying +was exceedingly peculiar. But the villagers did not discuss such things with the +old man and his wife; because of the habitual expression on the withered faces of +the two, and because their cottage was so small and so darkly hidden under +spreading oaks at the back of a neglected yard. In truth, much as the owners of +cats hated these odd folk, they feared them more; and instead of berating them as +brutal assassins, merely took care that no cherished pet or mouser should stray +toward the remote hovel under the dark trees. When through some unavoidable +oversight a cat was missed, and sounds heard after dark, the loser would lament +impotently; or console himself by thanking Fate that it was not one of his +children who had thus vanished. For the people of Ulthar were simple, and knew +not whence it is all cats first came. + +One day a caravan of strange wanderers from the South entered the narrow +cobbled streets of Ulthar. Dark wanderers they were, and unlike the other roving +folk who passed through the village twice every year. In the market-place they +told fortunes for silver, and bought gay beads from the merchants. What was the +land of these wanderers none could tell; but it was seen that they were given to +strange prayers, and that they had painted on the sides of their wagons strange +figures with human bodies and the heads of cats, hawks, rams and lions. And the +leader of the caravan wore a headdress with two horns and a curious disk +betwixt the horns. + + + + +There was in this singular caravan a Httle boy with no father or mother, but only +a tiny black kitten to cherish. The plague had not been kind to him, yet had left +him this small furry thing to mitigate his sorrow; and when one is very young, +one can find great relief in the lively antics of a black kitten. So the boy whom the +dark people called Menes smiled more often than he wept as he sat playing with +his graceful kitten on the steps of an oddly painted wagon. + +On the third morning of the wanderers' stay in Ulthar, Menes could not find his +kitten; and as he sobbed aloud in the market-place certain villagers told him of +the old man and his wife, and of sounds heard in the night. And when he heard +these things his sobbing gave place to meditation, and finally to prayer. He +stretched out his arms toward the sun and prayed in a tongue no villager could +understand; though indeed the villagers did not try very hard to understand, +since their attention was mostly taken up by the sky and the odd shapes the +clouds were assuming. It was very peculiar, but as the little boy uttered his +petition there seemed to form overhead the shadowy, nebulous figures of exotic +things; of hybrid creatures crowned with horn-flanked disks. Nature is full of +such illusions to impress the imaginative. + +That night the wanderers left Ulthar, and were never seen again. And the +householders were troubled when they noticed that in all the village there was +not a cat to be found. From each hearth the familiar cat had vanished; cats large +and small, black, grey, striped, yellow and white. Old Kranon, the burgomaster, +swore that the dark folk had taken the cats away in revenge for the killing of +Menes' kitten; and cursed the caravan and the little boy. But Nith, the lean +notary, declared that the old cotter and his wife were more likely persons to +suspect; for their hatred of cats was notorious and increasingly bold. Still, no one +durst complain to the sinister couple; even when little Atal, the innkeeper's son, +vowed that he had at twilight seen all the cats of Ulthar in that accursed yard +under the trees, pacing very slowly and solemnly in a circle around the cottage, +two abreast, as if in performance of some unheard-of rite of beasts. The villagers +did not know how much to believe from so small a boy; and though they feared +that the evil pair had charmed the cats to their death, they preferred not to chide +the old cotter till they met him outside his dark and repellent yard. + +So Ulthar went to sleep in vain anger; and when the people awakened at dawn— +behold! every cat was back at his accustomed hearth! Large and small, black, +grey, striped, yellow and white, none was missing. Very sleek and fat did the +cats appear, and sonorous with purring content. The citizens talked with one +another of the affair, and marveled not a little. Old Kranon again insisted that it +was the dark folk who had taken them, since cats did not return alive from the +cottage of the ancient man and his wife. But all agreed on one thing: that the +refusal of all the cats to eat their portions of meat or drink their saucers of milk + + + + +was exceedingly curious. And for two whole days the sleek, lazy cats of Ulthar +would touch no food, but only doze by the fire or in the sun. + +It was fully a week before the villagers noticed that no lights were appearing at +dusk in the windows of the cottage under the trees. Then the lean Nith remarked +that no one had seen the old man or his wife since the night the cats were away. +In another week the burgomaster decided to overcome his fears and call at the +strangely silent dwelling as a matter of duty, though in so doing he was careful +to take with him Shang the blacksmith and Thul the cutter of stone as witnesses. +And when they had broken down the frail door they found only this: two cleanly +picked human skeletons on the earthen floor, and a number of singular beetles +crawling in the shadowy corners. + +There was subsequently much talk among the burgesses of Ulthar. Zath, the +coroner, disputed at length with Nith, the lean notary; and Kranon and Shang +and Thul were overwhelmed with questions. Even little Atal, the innkeeper's +son, was closely questioned and given a sweetmeat as reward. They talked of the +old cotter and his wife, of the caravan of dark wanderers, of small Menes and his +black kitten, of the prayer of Menes and of the sky during that prayer, of the +doings of the cats on the night the caravan left, and of what was later found in +the cottage under the dark trees in the repellent yard. + +And in the end the burgesses passed that remarkable law which is told of by +traders in Hatheg and discussed by travelers in Nir; namely, that in Ulthar no +man may kill a cat. + + + + +The Colour Out of Space + +Written in March of 1927 + +Published in September 1927 in Amazing Stories + +West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that +no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope +fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the +glint of sunlight. On the gentle slopes there are farms, ancient and rocky, with +squat, moss-coated cottages brooding eternally over old New England secrets in +the lee of great ledges; but these are all vacant now, the wide chimneys +crumbling and the shingled sides bulging perilously beneath low gambrel roofs. + +The old folk have gone away, and foreigners do not like to live there. French- +Canadians have tried it, Italians have tried it, and the Poles have come and +departed. It is not because of anything that can be seen or heard or handled, but +because of something that is imagined. The place is not good for imagination, +and does not bring restful dreams at night. It must be this which keeps the +foreigners away, for old Ammi Pierce has never told them of anything he recalls +from the strange days. Ammi, whose head has been a little queer for years, is the +only one who still remains, or who ever talks of the strange days; and he dares to +do this because his house is so near the open fields and the travelled roads +around Arkham. + +There was once a road over the hills and through the valleys, that ran straight +where the blasted heath is now; but people ceased to use it and a new road was +laid curving far toward the south. Traces of the old one can still be found amidst +the weeds of a returning wilderness, and some of them will doubtless linger even +when half the hollows are flooded for the new reservoir. Then the dark woods +will be cut down and the blasted heath will slumber far below blue waters whose +surface will mirror the sky and ripple in the sun. And the secrets of the strange +days will be one with the deep's secrets; one with the hidden lore of old ocean, +and all the mystery of primal earth. + +When I went into the hills and vales to survey for the new reservoir they told me +the place was evil. They told me this in Arkham, and because that is a very old +town full of witch legends I thought the evil must he something which grandams +had whispered to children through centuries. The name "blasted heath" seemed +to me very odd and theatrical, and I wondered how it had come into the folklore +of a Puritan people. Then I saw that dark westward tangle of glens and slopes for +myself, end ceased to wonder at anything beside its own elder mystery. It was + + + + +morning when I saw it, but shadow lurked always there. The trees grew too +thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There +was too much silence in the dim alleys between them, and the floor was too soft +with the dank moss and mattings of infinite years of decay. + +In the open spaces, mostly along the line of the old road, there were little hillside +farms; sometimes with all the buildings standing, sometimes with only 6ne or +two, and sometimes with only a lone chimney or fast-filling cellar. Weeds and +briers reigned, and furtive wild things rustled in the undergrowth. Upon +everything was a haze of restlessness and oppression; a touch of the unreal and +the grotesque, as if some vital element of perspective or chiaroscuro were awry. I +did not wonder that the foreigners would not stay, for this was no region to sleep +in. It was too much like a landscape of Salvator Rosa; too much like some +forbidden woodcut in a tale of terror. + +But even all this was not so bad as the blasted heath. I knew it the moment I +came upon it at the bottom of a spacious valley; for no other name could fit such +a thing, or any other thing fit such a name. It was as if the poet had coined the +phrase from having seen this one particular region. It must, I thought as I viewed +it, be the outcome of a fire; but why had nothing new ever grown over these five +acres of grey desolation that sprawled open to the sky like a great spot eaten by +acid in the woods and fields? It lay largely to the north of the ancient road line, +but encroached a little on the other side. I felt an odd reluctance about +approaching, and did so at last only because my business took me through and +past it. There was no vegetation of any kind on that broad expanse, but only a +fine grey dust or ash which no wind seemed ever to blow about. The trees near it +were sickly and stunted, and many dead trunks stood or lay rotting at the rim. +As I walked hurriedly by I saw the tumbled bricks and stones of an old chimney +and cellar on my right, and the yawning black maw of an abandoned well whose +stagnant vapours played strange tricks with the hues of the sunlight. Even the +long, dark woodland climb beyond seemed welcome in contrast, and I marvelled +no more at the frightened whispers of Arkham people. There had been no house +or ruin near; even in the old days the place must have been lonely and remote. +And at twilight, dreading to repass that ominous spot, I walked circuitously back +to the town by the curious road on the south. I vaguely wished some clouds +would gather, for an odd timidity about the deep skyey voids above had crept +into my soul. + +In the evening I asked old people in Arkham about the blasted heath, and what +was meant by that phrase "strange days" which so many evasively muttered. I +could not, however, get any good answersl except that all the mystery was much +more recent than I had dreamed. It was not a matter of old legendry at all, but +something within the lifetime of those who spoke. It had happened in the + + + + +'eighties, and a family had disappeared or was killed. Speakers would not be +exact; and because they all told me to pay no attention to old Ammi Pierce's +crazy tales, I sought him out the next morning, having heard that he lived alone +in the ancient tottering cottage where the trees first begin to get very thick. It was +a fearsomely ancient place, and had begun to exude the faint miasmal odour +which clings about houses that have stood too long. Only with persistent +knocking could I rouse the aged man, and when he shuffled timidly to the door +could could tell he was not glad to see me. He was not so feeble as I had +expected; but his eyes drooped in a curious way, and his unkempt clothing and +white beard made him seem very worn and dismal. + +Not knowing just how he could best be launched on his tales, I feigned a matter +of business; told him of my surveying, and asked vague questions about the +district. He was far brighter and more educated than I had been led to think, and +before I knew it had graNped quite as much of the subject as any man I had +talked with in Arkham. He was not like other rustics I bad known in the sections +where reservoirs were to be. From him there were no protests at the miles of old +wood and farmland to be blotted out, though perhaps there would have been +had not his home lain outside the bounds of the future lake. Relief was all that he +showed; relief at the doom of the dark ancient valleys through which he had +roamed all his life. They were better under water now - better under water since +the strange days. And with this opening his husky voice sank low, while his +body leaned forward and his right forefinger began to point shakily and +impressively. + +It was then that I heard the story, and as the rambling voice scraped and +whispered on I shivered again and again spite the summer day. Often I had to +recall the speaker from ramblings, piece out scientific points which he knew only +by a fading parrot memory of professors' talk, or bridge over gaps, where his +sense of logic and continuity broke down. When he was done I did not wonder +that his mind had snapped a trifle, or that the folk of Arkham would not speak +much of the blasted heath. I hurried back before sunset to my hotel, unwilling to +have the stars come out above me in the open; and the next day returned to - +Boston to give up my position. I could not go into that dim chaos of old forest +and slope again, or face another time that grey blasted heath where the black +well yawned deep beside the tumbled bricks and stones. The reservoir will soon +be built now, and all those elder secrets will be safe forever under watery +fathoms. But even then I do not believe I would like to visit that country by night +- at least not when the sinister stars are out; and nothing could bribe me to drink +the new city water of Arkham. + +It all began, old Ammi said, with the meteorite. Before that time there had been +no wild legends at all since the witch trials, and even then these western woods + + + + +were not feared half so much as the small island in the Miskatonic where the +devil held court beside a curious 'lone altar older than the Indians. These were +not haunted woods, and their fantastic dusk was never terrible till the strange +days. Then there had come that white noontide cloud, that string of explosions in +the air, and that pillar of smoke from the valley far in the wood. And by night all +Arkham had heard of the great rock that fell out of the sky and bedded itself in +the ground beside the well at the Nahum Gardner place. That was the house +which had stood where the blasted heath was to come - the trim white Nahum +Gardner house amidst its fertile gardens and orchards. + +Nahum had come to town to tell people about the stone, and dropped in at +Ammi Pierce's on the way. Ammi was forty then, and all the queer things were +fixed very strongly in his mind. He and his wife had gone with the three +professors from Miskatonic University who hastened out the next morning to see +the weird visitor from unknown stellar space, and had wondered why Nahum +had called it so large the day before. It had shrunk, Nahum said as he pointed +out the big brownish mound above the ripped earth and charred grass near the +archaic well-sweep in his front yard; but the wise men answered that stones do +not shrink. Its heat lingered persistently, and Nahum declared it had glowed +faintly in the night. The professors tried it with a geologist's hammer and found +it was oddly soft. It was, in truth, so soft as to be almost plastic; and they gouged +rather than chipped a specimen to take back to the college for testing. They took +it in an old pail borrowed from Nahum's kitchen, for even the small piece +refused to grow cool. On the trip back they stopped at Ammi's to rest, and +seemed thoughtful when Mrs. Pierce remarked that the fragment was growing +smaller and burning the bottom of the pail. Truly, it was not large, but perhaps +they had taken less than they thought. + +The day after that-all this was in June of '82-the professors had trooped out again +in a great excitement. As they passed Ammi's they told him what queer things +the specimen had done, and how it had faded wholly away when they put it in a +glass beaker. The beaker had gone, too, and the wise men talked of the strange +stone's affinity for silicon. It had acted quite unbelievably in that well-ordered +laboratory; doing nothing at all and showing no occluded gases when heated on +charcoal, being wholly negative in the borax bead, and soon proving itself +absolutely non-volatile at any producible temperature, including that of the oxy- +hydrogen blowpipe. On an anvil it appeared highly malleable, and in the dark its +luminosity was very marked. Stubbornly refusing to grow cool, it soon had the +college in a state of real excitement; and when upon heating before the +spectroscope it displayed shining bands unlike any known colours of the normal +spectrum there was much breathless talk of new elements, bizarre optical +properties, and other things which puzzled men of science are wont to say when +faced by the unknown. + + + + +Hot as it was, they tested it in a crucible with all the proper reagents. Water did +nothing. Hydrochloric acid was the same. Nitric acid and even aqua regia merely +hissed and spattered against its torrid invulnerability. Ammi had difficulty in +recalling all these things, but recognized some solvents as I mentioned them in +the usual order of use. There were am monia and caustic soda, alcohol and ether, +nauseous carbon disulphide and a dozen others; but although the weight grew +steadily less as time passed, and the fragment seemed to be slightly cooling, +there was no change in the solvents to show that they had attacked the substance +at all. It was a metal, though, beyond a doubt. It was magnetic, for one thing; and +after its immersion in the acid solvents there seemed to be faint traces of the +Widmanstatten figures found on meteoric iron. When the cooling had grown +very considerable, the testing was carried on in glass; and it was in a glass beaker +that they left all the chips made of the original fragment during the work. The +next morning both chips and beaker were gone without trace, and only a charred +spot marked the place on the wooden shelf where they had been. + +All this the professors told Ammi as they paused at his door, and once more he +went with them to see the stony messenger from the stars, though this time his +wife did not accompany him. It had now most cer tainly shrunk, and even the +sober professors could not doubt the truth of what they saw. All around the +dwindling brown lump near the well was a vacant space, except where the earth +had caved in; and whereas it had been a good seven feet across the day before, it +was now scarcely five. It was still hot, and the sages studied its surface curiously +as they detached another and larger piece with hammer and chisel. They gouged +deeply this time, and as they pried away the smaller mass they saw that the core +of the thing was not quite homogeneous. + +They had uncovered what seemed to be the side of a large coloured globule +embedded in the substance. The colour, which resembled some of the bands in +the meteor's strange spectrum, was almost impossible to describe; and it was +only by analogy that they called it colour at all. Its texture was glossy, and upon +tapping it appeared to promise both brittle ness and hollowness. One of the +professors gave it a smart blow with a hammer, and it burst with a nervous little +pop. Nothing was emitted, and all trace of the thing vanished with the +puncturing. It left behind a hollow spherical space about three inches across, and +all thought it probable that others would be discovered as the enclosing +substance wasted away. + +Conjecture was vain; so after a futile attempt to find additional globules by +drilling, the seekers left again with their new specimen which proved, however, +as baffling in the laboratory as its predecessor. Aside from being almost plastic, +having heat, magnetism, and slight luminosity, cooling slightly in powerful +acids, possessing an unknown spec trum, wasting away in air, and attacking + + + + +silicon compounds with mutual destruction as a result, it presented no +identifying features whatsoever; and at the end of the tests the college scientists +were forced to own that they could not place it. It was nothing of this earth, but a +piece of the great outside; and as such dowered with outside properties and +obedient to outside laws. + +That night there was a thunderstorm, and when the professors went out to +Nahum's the next day they met with a bitter disappointment. The stone, +magnetic as it had been, must have had some peculiar electrical property; for it +had "drawn the lightning," as Nahum said, with a singular persistence. Six times +within an hour the farmer saw the lightning strike the furrow in the front yard, +and when the storm was over nothing remained but a ragged pit by the ancient +well-sweep, half-choked with a caved-in earth. Digging had borne no fruit, and +the scientists verified the fact of the utter vanishment. The failure was total; so +that nothing was left to do but go back to the laboratory and test again the +disappearing fragment left carefully cased in lead. That fragment lasted a week, +at the end of which nothing of value had been learned of it. When it had gone, no +residue was left behind, and in time the professors felt scarcely sure they had +indeed seen with waking eyes that cryptic vestige of the fathomless gulfs +outside; that lone, weird message from other universes and other realms of +matter, force, and entity. + +As was natural, the Arkham papers made much of the incident with its collegiate +sponsoring, and sent reporters to talk with Nahum Gardner and his family. At +least one Boston daily also sent a scribe, and Nahum quickly became a kind of +local celebrity. He was a lean, genial person of about fifty, living with his wife +and three sons on the pleasant farmstead in the valley. He and Ammi exchanged +visits frequently, as did their wives; and Ammi had nothing but praise for him +after all these years. He seemed slightly proud of the notice his place had +attracted, and talked often of the meteorite in the succeeding weeks. That July +and August were hot; and Nahum worked hard at his haying in the ten-acre +pasture across Chapman's Brook; his rattling wain wearing deep ruts in the +shadowy lanes between. The labour tired him more than it had in other years, +and he felt that age was beginning to tell on him. + +Then fell the time of fruit and harvest. The pears and apples slowly ripened, and +Nahum vowed that his orchards were prospering as never before. The fruit was +growing to phenomenal size and unwonted gloss, and in such abundance that +extra barrels were ordered to handle the future crop. But with the ripening came +sore disappointment, for of all that gorgeous array of specious lusciousness not +one single jot was fit to eat. Into the fine flavour of the pears and apples had +crept a stealthy bitterness and sickishness, so that even the smallest bites induced +a lasting disgust. It was the same with the melons and tomatoes, and Nahum + + + + +sadly saw that his entire crop was lost. Quick to connect events, he declared that +the meteorite had poisoned the soil, and thanked Heaven that most of the other +crops were in the upland lot along the road. + +Winter came early, and was very cold. Ammi saw Nahum less often than usual, +and observed that he had begun to look worried. The rest of his family too, +seemed to have grown taciturn; and were far from steady in their church-going +or their attendance at the various social events of the countryside. For this +reserve or melancholy no cause could be found, though all the household +confessed now and then to poorer health and a feeling of vague disquiet. Nahum +himself gave the most definite statement of anyone when he said he was +disturbed about certain footprints in the snow. They were the usual winter prints +of red squirrels, white rabbits, and foxes, but the brooding farmer professed to +see something not quite right about their nature and arrangement. He was never +specific, but appeared to think that they were not as characteristic of the anatomy +and habits of squirrels and rabbits and foxes as they ought to be. Ammi listened +without interest to this talk until one night when he drove past Nahum's house +in his sleigh on the way back from Clark's Comer. There had been a moon, and a +rabbit had run across the road, and the leaps of that rabbit were longer than +either Ammi or his horse liked. The latter, indeed, had almost run away when +brought up by a firm rein. Thereafter Ammi gave Nahum's tales more respect, +and wondered why the Gardner dogs seemed so cowed and quivering every +morning. They had, it developed, nearly lost the spirit to bark. + +In February the McGregor boys from Meadow Hill were out shooting +woodchucks, and not far from the Gardner place bagged a very peculiar +specimen. The proportions of its body seemed slightly altered in a queer way +impossible to describe, while its face had taken on an expression which no one +ever saw in a woodchuck before. The boys were genuinely frightened, and threw +the thing away at once, so that only their grotesque tales of it ever reached the +people of the countryside. But the shying of horses near Nahum's house had +now become an acknowledged thing, and all the basis for a cycle of whispered +legend was fast taking form. + +People vowed that the snow melted faster around Nahum's than it did anywhere +else, and early in March there was an awed discussion in Potter's general store at +Clark's Corners. Stephen Rice had driven past Gardner's in the morning, and +had noticed the skunk-cabbages coming up through the mud by the woods +across the road. Never were things of such size seen before, and they held +strange colours that could not be put into any words. Their shapes were +monstrous, and the horse had snorted at an odour which struck Stephen as +wholly unprecedented. That afternoon several persons drove past to see the +abnormal growth, and all agreed that plants of that kind ought never to sprout in + + + + +a healthy world. The bad fruit of the fall before was freely mentioned, and it +went from mouth to mouth that there was poison in Nahum's ground. Of course +it was the meteorite; and remembering how strange the men from the college +had found that stone to be, several farmers spoke about the matter to them. + +One day they paid Nahum a visit; but having no love of wild tales and folklore +were very conservative in what they inferred. The plants were certainly odd, but +all skunk-cabbages are more or less odd in shape and hue. Perhaps some mineral +element from the stone had entered the soil, but it would soon be washed away. +And as for the footprints and frightened horses - of course this was mere country +talk which such a phenomenon as the aerolite would be certain to start. There +was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious +rustics will say and believe anything. And so all through the strange days the +professors stayed away in contempt. Only one of them, when given two phials of +dust for analysis in a police job over a year and half later, recalled that the queer +colour of that skunk-cabbage had been very like one of the anomalous bands of +light shown by the meteor fragment in the college spectroscope, and like the +brittle globule found imbedded in the stone from the abyss. The samples in this +analysis case gave the same odd bands at first, though later they lost the +property. + +The trees budded prematurely around Nahum's, and at night they swayed +ominously in the wind. Nahum's second son Thaddeus, a lad of fifteen, swore +that they swayed also when there was no wind; but even the gossips would not +credit this. Certainly, however, restlessness was in the air. The entire Gardner +family developed the habit of stealthy listening, though not for any sound which +they could consciously name. The listening was, indeed, rather a product of +moments when consciousness seemed half to slip away. Unfortunately such +moments increased week by week, till it became common speech that +"something was wrong with all Nahum's folks." When the early saxifrage came +out it had another strange colour; not quite like that of the skunk-cabbage, but +plainly related and equally unknown to anyone who saw it. Nahum took some +blossoms to Arkham and showed them to the editor of the Gazette, but that +dignitary did no more than write a humorous article about them, in which the +dark fears of rustics were held up to polite ridicule. It was a mistake of Nahum's +to tell a stolid city man about the way the great, overgrown mourning-cloak +butterflies behaved in connection with these saxifrages. + +April brought a kind of madness to the country folk, and began that disuse of the +road past Nahum's which led to its ultimate abandonment. It was the vegetation. +All the orchard trees blossomed forth in strange colours, and through the stony +soil of the yard and adjacent pasturage there sprang up a bizarre growth which +only a botanist could connect with the proper flora of the region. No sane + + + + +wholesome colours were anywhere to be seen except in the green grass and +leafage; but everywhere were those hectic and prismatic variants of some +diseased, underlying primary tone without a place among the' known tints of +earth. The "Dutchman's breeches" became a thing of sinister menace, and the +bloodroots grew insolent in their chromatic perversion. Ammi and the Gardners +thought that most of the colours had a sort of haunting familiarity, and decided +that they reminded one of the brittle globule in the meteor. Nahum ploughed +and sowed the ten-acre pasture and the upland lot, but did nothing with the land +around the house. He knew it would be of no use, and hoped that the summer's +strange growths would draw all the poison from the soil. He was prepared for +almost anything now, and had grown used to the sense of something near him +waiting to be heard. The shunning of his house by neighbors told on him, of +course; but it told on his wife more. The boys were better off, being at school +each day; but they could not help being frightened by the gossip. Thaddeus, an +especially sensitive youth, suffered the most. + +In May the insects came, and Nahum's place became a nightmare of buzzing and +crawling. Most of the creatures seemed not quite usual in their aspects and +motions, and their nocturnal habits contradicted all former experience. The +Gardners took to watching at night - watching in all directions at random for +something - they could not tell what. It was then that they owned that Thaddeus +had been right about the trees. Mrs. Gardner was the next to see it from the +window as she watched the swollen boughs of a maple against a moonlit sky. +The boughs surely moved, and there was no 'wind. It must be the sap. +Strangeness had come into everything growing now. Yet it was none of Nahum's +family at all who made the next discovery. Familiarity had dulled them, and +what they could not see was glimpsed by a timid windmill salesman from Bolton +who drove by one night in ignorance of the country legends. What he told in +Arkham was given a short paragraph in the Gazette; and it was there that all the +farmers, Nahum included, saw it first. The night had been dark and the buggy- +lamps faint, but around a farm in the valley which everyone knew from the +account must be Nahum's, the darkness had been less thick. A dim though +distinct luminosity seemed to inhere in all the vegetation, grass, leaves, and +blossoms alike, while at one moment a detached piece of the phosphorescence +appeared to stir furtively in the yard near the barn. + +The grass had so far seemed untouched, and the cows were freely pastured in the +lot near the house, but toward the end of May the milk began to be bad. Then +Nahum had the cows driven to the uplands, after which this trouble ceased. Not +long after this the change in grass and leaves became apparent to the eye. All the +verdure was going grey, and was developing a highly singular quality of +brittleness. Ammi was now the only person who ever visited the place, and his +visits were becoming fewer and fewer. When school closed the Gardners were + + + + +virtually cut off from the world, and sometimes let Ammi do their errands in +town. They were failing curiously both physically and mentally, and no one was +surprised when the news of Mrs. Gardner's madness stole around. + +It happened in June, about the anniversary of the meteor's fall, and the poor +woman screamed about things in the air which she could not describe. In her +raving there was not a single specific noun, but only verbs and pronouns. Things +moved and changed and fluttered, and ears tingled to impulses which were not +wholly sounds. Something was taken away - she was being drained of something +- something was fastening itself on her that ought not to be - someone must make +it keep off - nothing was ever still in the night - the walls and windows shifted. +Nahum did not send her to the county asylum, but let her wander about the +house as long as she was harmless to herself and others. Even when her +expression changed he did nothing. But when the boys grew afraid of her, and +Thaddeus nearly fainted at the way she made faces at him, he decided to keep +her locked in the attic. By July she had ceased to speak and crawled on all fours, +and before that month was over Nahum got the mad notion that she was slightly +luminous in the dark, as he now clearly saw was the case with the nearby +vegetation. + +It was a little before this that the horses had stampeded. Something had aroused +them in the night, and their neighing and kicking in their stalls had been terrible. +There seemed virtually nothing to do to calm them, and when Nahum opened +the stable door they all bolted out like frightened woodland deer. It took a week +to track all four, and when found they were seen to be quite useless and +unmanageable. Something had snapped in their brains, and each one had to be +shot for its own good. Nahum borrowed a horse from Ammi for his haying, but +found it would not approach the barn. It shied, balked, and whinnied, and in the +end he could do nothing but drive it into the yard while the men used their own +strength to get the heavy wagon near enough the hayloft for convenient pitching. +And all the while the vegetation was turning grey and brittle. Even the flowers +whose hues had been so strange were greying now, and the fruit was coming out +grey and dwarfed and tasteless. The asters and golden-rod bloomed grey and +distorted, and the roses and zinneas and hollyhocks in the front yard were such +blasphemous-looking things that Nahum's oldest boy Zenas cut them down. The +strangely puffed insects died about that time, even the bees that had left their +hives and taken to the woods. + +By September all the vegetation was fast crumbling to a greyish powder, and +Nahum feared that the trees would die before the poison was out of the soil. His +wife now had spells of terrific screaming, and he and the boys were in a constant +state of nervous tension. They shunned people now, and when school opened the +boys did not go. But it was Ammi, on one of his rare visits, who first realised that + + + + +the well water was no longer good. It had an evil taste that was not exactly fetid +nor exactly salty, and Ammi advised his friend to dig another well on higher +ground to use till the soil was good again. Nahum, however, ignored the +warning, for he had by that time become calloused to strange and unpleasant +things. He and the boys continued to use the tainted supply, drinking it as +listlessly and mechanically as they ate their meagre and ill-cooked meals and did +their thankless and monotonous chores through the aimless days. There was +something of stolid resignation about them all, as if they walked half in another +world between lines of nameless guards to a certain and familiar doom. + +Thaddeus went mad in September after a visit to the well. He had gone with a +pail and had come back empty-handed, shrieking and waving his arms, and +sometimes lapsing into an inane titter or a whisper about "the moving colours +down there." Two in one family was pretty bad, but Nahum was very brave +about it. He let the boy run about for a week until he began stumbling and +hurting himself, and then he shut him in an attic room across the hall from his +mother's. The way they screamed at each other from behind their locked doors +was very terrible, especially to little Merwin, who fancied they talked in some +terrible language that was not of earth. Merwin was getting frightfully +imaginative, and his restlessness was worse after the shutting away of the +brother who had been his greatest playmate. + +Almost at the same time the mortality among the livestock commenced. Poultry +turned greyish and died very quickly, their meat being found dry and noisome +upon cutting. Hogs grew inordinately fat, then suddenly began to undergo +loathsome changes which no one could explain. Their meat was of course +useless, and Nahum was at his wit's end. No rural veterinary would approach +his place, and the city veterinary from Arkham was openly baffled. The swine +began growing grey and brittle and falling to pieces before they died, and their +eyes and muzzles developed singular alterations. It was very inexplicable, for +they had never been fed from the tainted vegetation. Then something struck the +cows. Certain areas or sometimes the whole body would be uncannily shrivelled +or compressed, and atrocious collapses or disintegrations were common. In the +last stages - and death was always the result - there would be a greying and +turning brittle like that which beset the hogs. There could be no question of +poison, for all the cases occurred in a locked and undisturbed barn. No bites of +prowling things could have brought the virus, for what live beast of earth can +pass through solid obstacles? It must be only natural disease - yet what disease +could wreak such results was beyond any mind's guessing. When the harvest +came there was not an animal surviving on the place, for the stock and poultry +were dead and the dogs had run away. These dogs, three in number, had all +vanished one night and were never heard of again. The five cats had left some + + + + +time before, but their going was scarcely noticed since there now seemed to be no +mice, and only Mrs. Gardner had made pets of the graceful felines. + +On the nineteenth of October Nahum staggered into Ammi's house with hideous +news. The death had come to poor Thaddeus in his attic room, and it had come +in a way which could not be told. Nahum had dug a grave in the railed family +plot behind the farm, and had put therein what he found. There could have been +nothing from outside, for the small barred window and locked door were intact; +but it was much as it had been in the barn. Ammi and his wife consoled the +stricken man as best they could, but shuddered as they did so. Stark terror +seemed to cling round the Gardners and all they touched, and the very presence +of one in the house was a breath from regions unnamed and unnamable. Ammi +accompanied Nahum home with the greatest reluctance, and did what he might +to calm the hysterical sobbing of little Merwin. Zenas needed no calming. He had +come of late to do nothing but stare into space and obey what his father told him; +and Ammi thought that his fate was very merciful. Now and then Merwin's +screams were answered faintly from the attic, and in response to an inquiring +look Nahum said that his wife was getting very feeble. When night approached, +Ammi managed to get away; for not even friendship could make him stay in that +spot when the faint glow of the vegetation began and the trees may or may not +have swayed without wind. It was really lucky for Ammi that he was not more +imaginative. Even as things were, his mind was bent ever so slightly; but had he +been able to connect and reflect upon all the portents around him he must +inevitably have turned a total maniac. In the twilight he hastened home, the +screams of the mad woman and the nervous child ringing horribly in his ears. + +Three days later Nahum burst into Ammi's kitchen in the early morning, and in +the absence of his host stammered out a desperate tale once more, while Mrs. +Pierce listened in a clutching fright. It was little Merwin this time. He was gone. +He had gone out late at night with a lantern and pail for water, and had never +come back. He'd been going to pieces for days, and hardly knew what he was +about. Screamed at everything. There had been a frantic shriek from the yard +then, but before the father could get to the door the boy was gone. There was no +glow from the lantern he had taken, and of the child himself no trace. At the time +Nahum thought the lantern and pail were gone too; but when dawn came, and +the man had plodded back from his all-night search of the woods and fields, he +had found some very curious things near the well. There was a crushed and +apparently somewhat melted mass of iron which had certainly been the lantern; +while a bent handle and twisted iron hoops beside it, both half-fused, seemed to +hint at the remnants of the pail. That was all. Nahum was past imagining, Mrs. +Pierce was blank, and Ammi, when he had reached home and heard the tale, +could give no guess. Merwin was gone, and there would be no use in telling the +people around, who shunned all Gardners now. No use, either, in telling the city + + + + +people at Arkham who laughed at everything. Thad was gone, and now Merwin +was gone. Something was creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen and +heard. Nahum would go soon, and he wanted Ammi to look after his wife and +Zenas if they survived him. It must all be a judgment of some sort; though he +could not fancy what for, since he had always walked uprightly in the Lord's +ways so far as he knew. + +For over two weeks Ammi saw nothing of Nahum; and then, worried about +what might have happened, he overcame his fears and paid the Gardner place a +visit. There was no smoke from the great chimney, and for a moment the visitor +was apprehensive of the worst. The aspect of the whole farm was shocking - +greyish withered grass and leaves on the ground, vines falling in brittle +wreckage from archaic walls and gables, and great bare trees clawing up at the +grey November sky with a studied malevolence which Ammi could not but feel +had come from some subtle change in the tilt of the branches. But Nahum was +alive, after all. He was weak, and lying on a couch in the low-ceiled kitchen, but +perfectly conscious and able to give simple orders to Zenas. The room was +deadly cold; and as Ammi visibly shivered, the host shouted huskily to Zenas for +more wood. Wood, indeed, was sorely needed; since the cavernous fireplace was +unlit and empty, with a cloud of soot blowing about in the chill wind that came +down the chimney. Presently Nahum asked him if the extra wood had made him +any more comfortable, and then Ammi saw what had happened. The stoutest +cord had broken at last, and the hapless farmer's mind was proof against more +sorrow. + +Questioning tactfully, Ammi could get no clear data at all about the missing +Zenas. "In the well - he lives in the well - " was all that the clouded father would +say. Then there flashed across the visitor's mind a sudden thought of the mad +wife, and he changed his line of inquiry. "Nabby? Why, here she is!" was the +surprised response of poor Nahum, and Ammi soon saw that he must search for +himself. Leaving the harmless babbler on the couch, he took the keys from their +nail beside the door and climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. It was very close +and noisome up there, and no sound could be heard from any direction. Of the +four doors in sight, only one was locked, and on this he tried various keys of the +ring he had taken. The third key proved the right one, and after some fumbling +Ammi threw open the low white door. + +It was quite dark inside, for the window was small and half-obscured by the +crude wooden bars; and Ammi could see nothing at all on the wide-planked +floor. The stench was beyond enduring, and before proceeding further he had to +retreat to another room and return with his lungs filled with breathable air. +When he did enter he saw something dark in the corner, and upon seeing it more +clearly he screamed outright. While he screamed he thought a momentary cloud + + + + +eclipsed the window, and a second later he felt himself brushed as if by some +hateful current of vapour. Strange colours danced before his eyes; and had not a +present horror numbed him he would have thought of the globule in the meteor +that the geologist's hammer had shattered, and of the morbid vegetation that had +sprouted in the spring. As it was he thought only of the blasphemous +monstrosity which confronted him, and which all too clearly had shared the +nameless fate of young Thaddeus and the livestock. But the terrible thing about +the horror was that it very slowly and perceptibly moved as it continued to +crumble. + +Ammi would give me no added particulars of this scene, but the shape in the +comer does not reappear in his tale as a moving object. There are things which +cannot be mentioned, and what is done in common humanity is sometimes +cruelly judged by the law. I gathered that no moving thing was left in that attic +room, and that to leave anything capable of motion there would have been a +deed so monstrous as to damn any accountable being to eternal torment. Anyone +but a stolid farmer would have fainted or gone mad, but Ammi walked +conscious through that low doorway and locked the accursed secret behind him. +There would be Nahum to deal with now; he must be fed and tended, and +removed to some place where he could be cared for. + +Commencing his descent of the dark stairs. Ammi heard a thud below him. He +even thought a scream had been suddenly choked off, and recalled nervously the +clammy vapour which had brushed by him in that frightful room above. What +presence had his cry and entry started up? Halted by some vague fear, he heard +still further sounds below. Indubitably there was a sort of heavy dragging, and a +most detestably sticky noise as of some fiendish and unclean species of suction. +With an associative sense goaded to feverish heights, he thought unaccountably +of what he had seen upstairs. Good God! What eldritch dream-world was this +into which he had blundered? He dared move neither backward nor forward, +but stood there trembling at the black curve of the boxed-in staircase. Every trifle +of the scene burned itself into his brain. The sounds, the sense of dread +expectancy, the darkness, the steepness of the narrow step - and merciful +Heaven! - the faint but unmistakable luminosity of all the woodwork in sight; +steps, sides, exposed laths, and beams alike. + +Then there burst forth a frantic whinny from Ammi's horse outside, followed at +once by a clatter which told of a frenzied runaway. In another moment horse and +buggy had gone beyond earshot, leaving the frightened man on the dark stairs to +guess what had sent them. But that was not all. There had been another sound +out there. A sort of liquid splash - water - it must have been the well. He had left +Hero untied near it, and a buggy wheel must have brushed the coping and +knocked in a stone. And still the pale phosphorescence glowed in that detestably + + + + +ancient woodwork. God! how old the house was! Most of it buih before 1670, +and the gambrel roof no later than 1730. + +A feeble scratching on the floor downstairs now sounded distinctly, and Ammi's +grip tightened on a heavy stick he had picked up in the attic for some purpose. +Slowly nerving himself, he finished his descent and walked boldly toward the +kitchen. But he did not complete the walk, because what he sought was no +longer there. It had come to meet him, and it was still alive after a fashion. +Whether it had crawled or whether it had been dragged by any external forces, +Ammi could not say; but the death had been at it. Everything had happened in +the last half-hour, but collapse, greying, and disintegration were already far +advanced. There was a horrible brittleness, and dry fragments were scaling off. +Ammi could not touch it, but looked horrifiedly into the distorted parody that +had been a face. "What was it, Nahum - what was it?" He whispered, and the +cleft, bulging lips were just able to crackle out a final answer. + +"Nothin'... nothin'... the colour... it burns... cold an' wet, but it burns... it lived +in the well... I seen it... a kind of smoke... jest like the flowers last spring... the +well shone at night... Thad an' Merwin an' Zenas... everything alive... suckin' +the life out of everything... in that stone... it must a' come in that stone pizened +the whole place... dun't know what it wants... that round thing them men from +the college dug outen the stone. . . they smashed it. . . it was the same colour. . . jest +the same, like the flowers an' plants... must a' ben more of 'em... seeds... +seeds... they growed... I seen it the fust time this week... must a' got strong on +Zenas... he was a big boy, full o' life... it beats down your mind an' then gets +ye... burns ye up... in the well water... you was right about that... evil water... +Zenas never come back from the well... can't git away... draws ye... ye know +summ'at's comin' but tain't no use... I seen it time an' agin senct Zenas was +took... whar's Nabby, Ammi?... my head's no good... dun't know how long +sense I fed her. . . it'll git her ef we ain't keerful. . . jest a colour. . . her face is gittin' +to hev that colour sometimes towards night... an' it burns an' sucks... it come +from some place whar things ain't as they is here... one o' them professors said +so. . . he was right. . . look out, Ammi, it'll do suthin' more. . . sucks the life out. . ." + +But that was all. That which spoke could speak no more because it had +completely caved in. Ammi laid a red checked tablecloth over what was left and +reeled out the back door into the fields. He climbed the slope to the ten-acre +pasture and stumbled home by the north road and the woods. He could not pass +that well from which his horses had run away. He had looked at it through the +window, and had seen that no stone was missing from the rim. Then the lurching +buggy had not dislodged anything after all - the splash had been something else - +something which went into the well after it had done with poor Nahum. + + + + +When Ammi reached his house the horses and buggy had arrived before him +and thrown his wife into fits of anxiety. Reassuring her without explanations, he +set out at once for Arkham and notified the authorities that the Gardner family +was no more. He indulged in no details, but merely told of the deaths of Nahum +and Nabby, that of Thaddeus being already known, and mentioned that the +cause seemed to be the same strange ailment which had killed the live-stock. He +also stated that Merwin and Zenas had disappeared. There was considerable +questioning at the police station, and in the end Ammi was compelled to take +three officers to the Gardner farm, together with the coroner, the medical +examiner, and the veterinary who had treated the diseased animals. He went +much against his will, for the afternoon was advancing and he feared the fall of +night over that accursed place, but it was some comfort to have so many people +with him. + +The six men drove out in a democrat-wagon, following Ammi's buggy, and +arrived at the pest-ridden farmhouse about four o'clock. Used as the officers +were to gruesome experiences, not one remained unmoved at what was found in +the attic and under the red checked tablecloth on the floor below. The whole +aspect of the farm with its grey desolation was terrible enough, but those two +crumbling objects were beyond all bounds. No one could look long at them, and +even the medical examiner admitted that there was very little to examine. +Specimens could be analysed, of course, so he busied himself in obtaining them - +and here it develops that a very puzzling aftermath occurred at the college +laboratory where the two phials of dust were finally taken. Under the +spectroscope both samples gave off an unknown spectrum, in which many of the +baffling bands were precisely like those which the strange meteor had yielded in +the previous year. The property of emitting this spectrum vanished in a month, +the dust thereafter consisting mainly of alkaline phosphates and carbonates. + +Ammi would not have told the men about the well if he had thought they meant +to do anything then and there. It was getting toward sunset, and he was anxious +to be away. But he could not help glancing nervously at the stony curb by the +great sweep, and when a detective questioned him he admitted that Nahum had +feared something down there so much so that he had never even thought of +searching it for Merwin or Zenas. After that nothing would do but that they +empty and explore the well immediately, so Ammi had to wait trembling while +pail after pail of rank water was hauled up and splashed on the soaking ground +outside. The men sniffed in disgust at the fluid, and toward the last held their +noses against the foetor they were uncovering. It was not so long a job as they +had feared it would be, since the water was phenomenally low. There is no need +to speak too exactly of what they found. Merwin and Zenas were both there, in +part, though the vestiges were mainly skeletal. There were also a small deer and +a large dog in about the same state, and a number of bones of small animals. The + + + + +ooze and slime at the bottom seemed inexplicably porous and bubbling, and a +man who descended on hand-holds with a long pole found that he could sink the +wooden shaft to any depth in the mud of the floor without meeting any solid +obstruction. + +Twilight had now fallen, and lanterns were brought from the house. Then, when +it was seen that nothing further could be gained from the well, everyone went +indoors and conferred in the ancient sitting-room while the intermittent light of a +spectral half-moon played wanly on the grey desolation outside. The men were +frankly nonplussed by the entire case, and could find no convincing common +element to link the strange vegetable conditions, the unknown disease of live- +stock and humans, and the unaccountable deaths of Merwin and Zenas in the +tainted well. They had heard the common country talk, it is true; but could not +believe that anything contrary to natural law had occurred. No doubt the meteor +had poisoned the soil, but the illness of persons and animals who had eaten +nothing grown in that soil was another matter. Was it the well water? Very +possibly. It might be a good idea to analyze it. But what peculiar madness could +have made both boys jump into the well? Their deeds were so similar-and the +fragments showed that they had both suffered from the grey brittle death. Why +was everything so grey and brittle? + +It was the coroner, seated near a window overlooking the yard, who first noticed +the glow about the well. Night had fully set in, and all the abhorrent grounds +seemed faintly luminous with more than the fitful moonbeams; but this new +glow was something definite and distinct, and appeared to shoot up from the +black pit like a softened ray from a searchlight, giving dull reflections in the little +ground pools where the water had been emptied. It had a very queer colour, and +as all the men clustered round the window Ammi gave a violent start. For this +strange beam of ghastly miasma was to him of no unfamiliar hue. He had seen +that colour before, and feared to think what it might mean. He had seen it in the +nasty brittle globule in that aerolite two summers ago, had seen it in the crazy +vegetation of the springtime, and had thought he had seen it for an instant that +very morning against the small barred window of that terrible attic room where +nameless things had happened. It had flashed there a second, and a clammy and +hateful current of vapour had brushed past him - and then poor Nahum had +been taken by something of that colour. He had said so at the last - said it was +like the globule and the plants. After that had come the runaway in the yard and +the splash in the well-and now that well was belching forth to the night a pale +insidious beam of the same demoniac tint. + +It does credit to the alertness of Ammi's mind that he puzzled even at that tense +moment over a point which was essentially scientific. He could not but wonder +at his gleaning of the same impression from a vapour glimpsed in the daytime. + + + + +against a window opening on the morning sky, and from a nocturnal exhalation +seen as a phosphorescent mist against the black and blasted landscape. It wasn't +right - it was against Nature - and he thought of those terrible last words of his +stricken friend, "It come from some place whar things ain't as they is here... one +o' them professors said so..." + +All three horses outside, tied to a pair of shrivelled saplings by the road, were +now neighing and pawing frantically. The wagon driver started for the door to +do something, but Ammi laid a shaky hand on his shoulder. "Dun't go out thar," +he whispered. "They's more to this nor what we know. Nahum said somethin' +lived in the well that sucks your life out. He said it must be some'at growed from +a round ball like one we all seen in the meteor stone that fell a year ago June. +Sucks an' burns, he said, an' is jest a cloud of colour like that light out thar now, +that ye can hardly see an' can't tell what it is. Nahum thought it feeds on +everything livin' an' gits stronger all the time. He said he seen it this last week. It +must be somethin' from away off in the sky like the men from the college last +year says the meteor stone was. The way it's made an' the way it works ain't like +no way 0' God's world. It's some'at from beyond." + +So the men paused indecisively as the light from the well grew stronger and the +hitched horses pawed and whinnied in increasing frenzy. It was truly an awful +moment; with terror in that ancient and accursed house itself, four monstrous +sets of fragments-two from the house and two from the well-in the woodshed +behind, and that shaft of unknown and unholy iridescence from the slimy depths +in front. Ammi had restrained the driver on impulse, forgetting how uninjured +he himself was after the clammy brushing of that coloured vapour in the attic +room, but perhaps it is just as well that he acted as he did. No one will ever know +what was abroad that night; and though the blasphemy from beyond had not so +far hurt any human of unweakened mind, there is no telling what it might not +have done at that last moment, and with its seemingly increased strength and the +special signs of purpose it was soon to display beneath the half-clouded moonlit +sky. + +All at once one of the detectives at the window gave a short, sharp gasp. The +others looked at him, and then quickly followed his own gaze upward to the +point at which its idle straying had been suddenly arrested. There was no need +for words. What had been disputed in country gossip was disputable no longer, +and it is because of the thing which every man of that party agreed in whispering +later on, that the strange days are never talked about in Arkham. It is necessary +to premise that there was no wind at that hour of the evening. One did arise not +long afterward, but there was absolutely none then. Even the dry tips of the +lingering hedge-mustard, grey and blighted, and the fringe on the roof of the +standing democrat-wagon were unstirred. And yet amid that tense godless calm + + + + +the high bare boughs of all the trees in the yard were moving. They were +twitching morbidly and spasmodically, clawing in convulsive and epileptic +madness at the moonlit clouds; scratching impotently in the noxious air as if +jerked by some allied and bodiless line of linkage with subterrene horrors +writhing and struggling below the black roots. + +Not a man breathed for several seconds. Then a cloud of darker depth passed +over the moon, and the silhouette of clutching branches faded out momentarily. +At this there was a general cry; muffled with awe, but husky and almost identical +from every throat. For the terror had not faded with the silhouette, and in a +fearsome instant of deeper darkness the watchers saw wriggling at that tree top +height a thousand tiny points of faint and unhallowed radiance, tipping each +bough like the fire of St. Elmo or the flames that come down on the apostles' +heads at Pentecost. It was a monstrous constellation of unnatural light, like a +glutted swarm of corpse-fed fireflies dancing hellish sarabands over an accursed +marsh, and its colour was that same nameless intrusion which Ammi had come +to recognize and dread. All the while the shaft of phosphorescence from the well +was getting brighter and brighter, bringing to the minds of the huddled men, a +sense of doom and abnormality which far outraced any image their conscious +minds could form. It was no longer shining out; it was pouring out; and as the +shapeless stream of unplaceable colour left the well it seemed to flow directly +into the sky. + +The veterinary shivered, and walked to the front door to drop the heavy extra +bar across it. Ammi shook no less, and had to tug and point for lack of +controllable voice when he wished to draw notice to the growing luminosity of +the trees. The neighing and stamping of the horses had become utterly frightful, +but not a soul of that group in the old house would have ventured forth for any +earthly reward. With the moments the shining of the trees increased, while their +restless branches seemed to strain more and more toward verticality. The wood +of the well-sweep was shining now, and presently a policeman dumbly pointed +to some wooden sheds and bee-hives near the stone wall on the west. They were +commencing to shine, too, though the tethered vehicles of the visitors seemed so +far unaffected. Then there was a wild commotion and clopping in the road, and +as Ammi quenched the lamp for better seeing they realized that the span of +frantic greys had broken their sapling and run off with the democrat-wagon. + +The shock served to loosen several tongues, and embarrassed whispers were +exchanged. "It spreads on everything organic that's been around here," muttered +the medical examiner. No one replied, but the man who had been in the well +gave a hint that his long pole must have stirred up something intangible. "It was +awful," he added. "There was no bottom at all. Just ooze and bubbles and the +feeling of something lurking under there." Ammi's horse still pawed and + + + + +screamed deafeningly in the road outside, and nearly drowned its owner's faint +quaver as he mumbled his formless reflections. "It come from that stone - it +growed down thar - it got everything livin' - it fed itself on 'em, mind and body - +Thad an' Merwin, Zenas an' Nabby - Nahum was the last - they all drunk the +water - it got strong on 'em - it come from beyond, whar things ain't like they be +here - now it's goin' home -" + +At this point, as the column of unknown colour flared suddenly stronger and +began to weave itself into fantastic suggestions of shape which each spectator +described differently, there came from poor tethered Hero such a sound as no +man before or since ever heard from a horse. Every person in that low-pitched +sitting room stopped his ears, and Ammi turned away from the window in +horror and nausea. Words could not convey it - when Ammi looked out again +the hapless beast lay huddled inert on the moonlit ground between the +splintered shafts of the buggy. That was the last of Hero till they buried him next +day. But the present was no time to mourn, for almost at this instant a detective +silently called attention to something terrible in the very room with them. In the +absence of the lamplight it was clear that a faint phosphorescence had begun to +pervade the entire apartment. It glowed on the broad-planked floor and the +fragment of rag carpet, and shimmered over the sashes of the small-paned +windows. It ran up and down the exposed corner-posts, coruscated about the +shelf and mantel, and infected the very doors and furniture. Each minute saw it +strengthen, and at last it was very plain that healthy living things must leave that +house. + +Ammi showed them the back door and the path up through the fields to the ten- +acre pasture. They walked and stumbled as in a dream, and did not dare look +back till they were far away on the high ground. They were glad of the path, for +they could not have gone the front way, by that well. It was bad enough passing +the glowing barn and sheds, and those shining orchard trees with their gnarled, +fiendish contours; but thank Heaven the branches did their worst twisting high +up. The moon went under some very black clouds as they crossed the rustic +bridge over Chapman's Brook, and it was blind groping from there to the open +meadows. + +When they looked back toward the valley and the distant Gardner place at the +bottom they saw a fearsome sight. At the farm was shining with the hideous +unknown blend of colour; trees, buildings, and even such grass and herbage as +had not been wholly changed to lethal grey brittleness. The boughs were all +straining skyward, tipped with tongues of foul flame, and lambent tricklings of +the same monstrous fire were creeping about the ridgepoles of the house, barn +and sheds. It was a scene from a vision of Fuseli, and over all the rest reigned +that riot of luminous amorphousness, that alien and undimensioned rainbow of + + + + +cryptic poison from the well - seething, feeling, lapping, reaching, scintillating, +straining, and malignly bubbling in its cosmic and unrecognizable chromaticism. + +Then without warning the hideous thing shot vertically up toward the sky like a +rocket or meteor, leaving behind no trail and disappearing through a round and +curiously regular hole in the clouds before any man could gasp or cry out. No +watcher can ever forget that sight, and Ammi stared blankly at the stars of +Cygnus, Deneb twinkling above the others, where the unknown colour had +melted into the Milky Way. But his gaze was the next moment called swiftly to +earth by the crackling in the valley. It was just that. Only a wooden ripping and +crackling, and not an explosion, as so many others of the party vowed. Yet the +outcome was the same, for in one feverish kaleidoscopic instant there burst up +from that doomed and accursed farm a gleamingly eruptive cataclysm of +unnatural sparks and substance; blurring the glance of the few who saw it, and +sending forth to the zenith a bombarding cloudburst of such coloured and +fantastic fragments as our universe must needs disown. Through quickly +reclosing vapours they followed the great morbidity that had vanished, and in +another second they had vanished too. Behind and below was only a darkness to +which the men dared not return, and all about was a mounting wind which +seemed to sweep down in black, frore gusts from interstellar space. It shrieked +and howled, and lashed the fields and distorted woods in a mad cosmic frenzy, +till soon the trembling party realized it would be no use waiting for the moon to +show what was left down there at Nahum's. + +Too awed even to hint theories, the seven shaking men trudged back toward +Arkham by the north road. Ammi was worse than his fellows, and begged them +to see him inside his own kitchen, instead of keeping straight on to town. He did +not wish to cross the blighted, wind-whipped woods alone to his home on the +main road. For he had had an added shock that the others were spared, and was +crushed forever with a brooding fear he dared not even mention for many years +to come. As the rest of the watchers on that tempestuous hill had stolidly set +their faces toward the road, Ammi had looked back an instant at the shadowed +valley of desolation so lately sheltering his ill-starred friend. And from that +stricken, far-away spot he had seen something feebly rise, only to sink down +again upon the place from which the great shapeless horror had shot into the +sky. It was just a colour - but not any colour of our earth or heavens. And +because Ammi recognized that colour, and knew that this last faint remnant +must still lurk down there in the well, he has never been quite right since. + +Ammi would never go near the place again. It is forty-four years now since the +horror happened, but he has never been there, and will be glad when the new +reservoir blots it out. I shall be glad, too, for I do not like the way the sunlight +changed colour around the mouth of that abandoned well I passed. I hope the + + + + +water will always be very deep - but even so, I shall never drink it. I do not think +I shall visit the Arkham country hereafter. Three of the men who had been with +Ammi returned the next morning to see the ruins by daylight, but there were not +any real ruins. Only the bricks of the chimney, the stones of the cellar, some +mineral and metallic litter here and there, and the rim of that nefandous well. +Save for Ammi's dead horse, which they towed away and buried, and the buggy +which they shortly returned to him, everything that had ever been living had +gone. Five eldritch acres of dusty grey desert remained, nor has anything ever +grown there since. To this day it sprawls open to the sky like a great spot eaten +by acid in the woods and fields, and the few who have ever dared glimpse it in +spite of the rural tales have named it "the blasted heath." + +The rural tales are queer. They might be even queerer if city men and college +chemists could be interested enough to analyze the water from that disused well, +or the grey dust that no wind seems to disperse. Botanists, too, ought to study +the stunted flora on the borders of that spot, for they might shed light on the +country notion that the blight is spreading - little by little, perhaps an inch a year. +People say the colour of the neighboring herbage is not quite right in the spring, +and that wild things leave queer prints in the light winter snow. Snow never +seems quite so heavy on the blasted heath as it is elsewhere. Horses - the few that +are left in this motor age - grow skittish in the silent valley; and hunters cannot +depend on their dogs too near the splotch of greyish dust. + +They say the mental influences are very bad, too; numbers went queer in the +years after Nahum's taking, and always they lacked the power to get away. Then +the stronger-minded folk all left the region, and only the foreigners tried to live +in the crumbling old homesteads. They could not stay, though; and one +sometimes wonders what insight beyond ours their wild, weird stories of +whispered magic have given them. Their dreams at night, they protest, are very +horrible in that grotesque country; and surely the very look of the dark realm is +enough to stir a morbid fancy. No traveler has ever escaped a sense of +strangeness in those deep ravines, and artists shiver as they paint thick woods +whose mystery is as much of the spirits as of the eye. I myself am curious about +the sensation I derived from my one lone walk before Ammi told me his tale. +When twilight came I had vaguely wished some clouds would gather, for an odd +timidity about the deep skyey voids above had crept into my soul. + +Do not ask me for my opinion. I do not know - that is all. There was no one but +Ammi to question; for Arkham people will not talk about the strange days, and +all three professors who saw the aerolite and its coloured globule are dead. There +were other globules - depend upon that. One must have fed itself and escaped, +and probably there was another which was too late. No doubt it is still down the +well - I know there was something wrong with the sunlight I saw above the + + + + +miasmal brink. The rustics say the bhght creeps an inch a year, so perhaps there +is a kind of growth or nourishment even now. But whatever demon hatchhng is +there, it must be tethered to something or else it would quickly spread. Is it +fastened to the roots of those trees that claw the air? One of the current Arkham +tales is about fat oaks that shine and move as they ought not to do at night. + +What it is, only God knows. In terms of matter I suppose the thing Ammi +described would be called a gas, but this gas obeyed the laws that are not of our +cosmos. This was no fruit of such worlds and suns as shine on the telescopes and +photographic plates of our observatories. This was no breath from the skies +whose motions and dimensions our astronomers measure or deem too vast to +measure. It was just a colour out of space - a frightful messenger from unformed +realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it; from realms whose mere +existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the black extra-cosmic gulfs it +throws open before our frenzied eyes. + +I doubt very much if Ammi consciously lied to me, and I do not think his tale +was all a freak of madness as the townsfolk had forewarned. Something terrible +came to the hills and valleys on that meteor, and something terrible - though I +know not in what proportion - still remains. I shall be glad to see the water come. +Meanwhile I hope nothing will happen to Ammi. He saw so much of the thing - +and its influence was so insidious. Why has he never been able to move away? +How clearly he recalled those dying words of Nahum's - "Can't git away - draws +ye - ye know summ'at's comin' but tain't no use - ". Ammi is such a good old +man - when the reservoir gang gets to work I must write the chief engineer to +keep a sharp watch on him. I would hate to think of him as the grey, twisted, +brittle monstrosity which persists more and more in troubling my sleep. + + + + +The Descendant + +Written in 1926 + +Published in 1938 in Leaves + +Writing on what my doctor tells me is my deathbed, my most hideous fear is that +the man is wrong. I suppose I shall seem to be buried next week, but. . . + +In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring. He lives all +alone with his streaked cat in Gray's Inn, and people call him harmlessly mad. +His room is filled with books of the tamest and most puerile kind, and hour after +hour he tries to lose himself in their feeble pages. All he seeks from life is not to +think. For some reason thought is very horrible to him, and anything which stirs +the imagination he flees as a plague. He is very thin and grey and wrinkled, but +there are those who declare he is not nearly so old as he looks. Fear has its grisly +claws upon him, and a sound will make him start with staring eyes and sweat- +beaded forehead. Friends and companions he shuns, for he wishes to answer no +questions. Those who once knew him as scholar and aesthete say it is very pitiful +to see him now. He dropped them all years ago, and no one feels sure whether +he left the country or merely sank from sight in some hidden byway. It is a +decade now since he moved into Gray's Inn, and of where he had been he would +say nothing till the night young Williams bought the Necronomicon. + +Williams was a dreamer, and only twenty-three, and when he moved into the +ancient house he felt a strangeness and a breath of cosmic wind about the grey +wizened man in the next room. He forced his friendship where old friends dared +not force theirs, and marvelled at the fright that sat upon this gaunt, haggard +watcher and listener. For that the man always watched and listened no one could +doubt. He watched and listened with his mind more than with his eyes and ears, +and strove every moment to drown something in his ceaseless poring over gay, +insipid novels. And when the church bells rang he would stop his ears and +scream, and the grey cat that dwelt with him would howl in unison till the last +peal died reverberantly away. + +But try as Williams would, he could not make his neighbour speak of anything +profound or hidden. The old man would not live up to his aspect and manner, +but would feign a smile and a light tone and prattle feverishly and frantically of +cheerful trifles; his voice every moment rising and thickening till at last it would +split in a piping and incoherent falsetto. That his learning was deep and +thorough, his most trivial remarks made abundantly clear; and Williams was not +surprised to hear that he had been to Harrow and Oxford. Later it developed that + + + + +he was none other than Lord Northam, of whose ancient hereditary castle on the +Yorkshire coast so many odd things were told; but when Williams tried to talk of +the castle, and of its reputed Roman origin, he refused to admit that there was +anything unusual about it. He even tittered shrilly when the subject of the +supposed under crypts, hewn out of the solid crag that frowns on the North Sea, +was brought up. + +So matters went till that night when Williams brought home the infamous +Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. He had known of the dreaded +volume since his sixteenth year, when his dawning love of the bizarre had led +him to ask queer questions of a bent old bookseller in Chandos Street; and he had +always wondered why men paled when they spoke of it. The old bookseller had +told him that only five copies were known to have survived the shocked edicts of +the priests and lawgivers against it and that all of these were locked up with +frightened care by custodians who had ventured to begin a reading of the hateful +black-letter. But now, at last, he had not only found an accessible copy but had +made it his own at a ludicrously low figure. It was at a Jew's shop in the squalid +precincts of Clare Market, where he had often bought strange things before, and +he almost fancied the gnarled old Levite smiled amidst tangles of beard as the +great discovery was made. The bulky leather cover with the brass clasp had been +so prominently visible, and the price was so absurdly slight. + +The one glimpse he had had of the title was enough to send him into transports, +and some of the diagrams set in the vague Latin text excited the tensest and most +disquieting recollections in his brain. He felt it was highly necessary to get the +ponderous thing home and begin deciphering it, and bore it out of the shop with +such precipitate haste that the old Jew chuckled disturbingly behind him. But +when at last it was safe in his room he found the combination of black-letter and +debased idiom too much for his powers as a linguist, and reluctantly called on +his strange, frightened friend for help with the twisted, mediaeval Latin. Lord +Northam was simpering inanities to his streaked cat, and started violently when +the young man entered. Then he saw the volume and shuddered wildly, and +fainted altogether when Williams uttered the title. It was when he regained his +senses that he told his story; told his fantastic figment of madness in frantic +whispers, lest his friend be not quick to burn the accursed book and give wide +scattering to its ashes. + + + +* * * * + + + +There must. Lord Northam whispered, have been something wrong at the start; +but it would never have come to a head if he had not explored too far. He was +the nineteenth Baron of a line whose beginings went uncomfortably far back into +the past- unbelievably far, if vague tradition could be heeded, for there were + + + + +family tales of a descent from pre-Saxon times, when a certain Lunaeus Gabinius +Capito, military tribune in the Third Augustan Legion then stationed at Lindum +in Roman Britain, had been summarily expelled from his command for +participation in certain rites unconnected with any known religion. Gabinius +had, the rumour ran, come upon a cliffside cavern where strange folk met +together and made the Elder Sign in the dark; strange folk whom the Britons +knew not save in fear, and who were the last to survive from a great land in the +west that had sunk, leaving only the islands with the roths and circles and +shrines of which Stonehenge was the greatest. There was no certainty, of course, +in the legend that Gabinius had built an impregnable fortress over the forbidden +cave and founded a line which Pict and Saxon, Dane and Norman were +powerless to obliterate; or in the tacit assumption that from this line sprang the +bold companion and lieutenant of the Black Prince whom Edward Third created +Baron of Northam. These things were not certain, yet they were often told; and in +truth the stonework of Northam Keep did look alarmingly like the masonry of +Hadrian's Wall. As a child Lord Northam had had peculiar dreams when +sleeping in the older parts of the castle, and had acquired a constant habit of +looking back through his memory for half-amorphous scenes and patterns and +impressions which formed no part of his waking experience. He became a +dreamer who found life tame and unsatisfying; a searcher for strange realms and +relationships once familiar, yet lying nowhere in the visible regions of earth. + +Filled with a feeling that our tangible world is only an atom in a fabric vast and +ominous, and that unknown demesnes press on and permeate the sphere of the +known at every point, Northam in youth and young manhood drained in turn +the founts of formal religion and occult mystery. Nowhere, however, could he +find ease and content; and as he grew older the staleness and limitations of life +became more and more maddening to him. During the 'nineties he dabbled in +Satanism, and at all times he devoured avidly any doctrine or theory which +seemed to promise escape from the close vistas of science and the dully +unvarying laws of Nature. Books like Ignatius Donnelly's commerical account of +Atlantis he absorbed with zest, and a dozen obscure precursors of Charles Fort +enthralled him with their vagaries. He would travel leagues to follow up a +furtive village tale of abnormal wonder, and once went into the desert of Araby +to seek a Nameless City of faint report, which no man has ever beheld. There +rose within him the tantalising faith that somewhere an easy gate existed, which +if one found would admit him freely to those outer deeps whose echoes rattled +so dimly at the back of his memory. It might be in the visible world, yet it might +be only in his mind and soul. Perhaps he held within his own half-explored brain +that cryptic link which would awaken him to elder and future lives in forgotten +dimensions; which would bind him to the stars, and to the infinities and +eternities beyond them. + + + + +The Doom That Came to Sarnath + +Written on December 3, 1919 + +Published June 1920 in The Scot + +There is in the land of Mnar a vast still lake that is fed by no stream, and out of +which no stream flows. Ten thousand years ago there stood by its shore the +mighty city of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. + +It is told that in the immemorial years when the world was young, before ever +the men of Sarnath came to the land of Mnar, another city stood beside the lake; +the gray stone city of lb, which was old as the lake itself, and peopled with +beings not pleasing to behold. Very odd and ugly were these beings, as indeed +are most beings of a world yet inchoate and rudely fashioned. It is written on the +brick cylinders of Kadatheron that the beings of lb were in hue as green as the +lake and the mists that rise above it; that they had bulging eyes, pouting, flabby +lips, and curious ears, and were without voice. It is also written that they +descended one night from the moon in a mist; they and the vast still lake and +gray stone city lb. However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea- +green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard; before +which they danced horribly when the moon was gibbous. And it is written in the +papyrus of Ilarnek, that they one day discovered fire, and thereafter kindled +flames on many ceremonial occasions. But not much is written of these beings, +because they lived in very ancient times, and man is young, and knows but little +of the very ancient living things. + +After many eons men came to the land of Mnar, dark shepherd folk with their +fleecy flocks, who built Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai. +And certain tribes, more hardy than the rest, pushed on to the border of the lake +and built Sarnath at a spot where precious metals were found in the earth. + +Not far from the gray city of lb did the wandering tribes lay the first stones of +Sarnath, and at the beings of lb they marveled greatly. But with their marveling +was mixed hate, for they thought it not meet that beings of such aspect should +walk about the world of men at dusk. Nor did they like the strange sculptures +upon the gray monoliths of lb, for why those sculptures lingered so late in the +world, even until the coming men, none can tell; unless it was because the land +of Mnar is very still, and remote from most other lands, both of waking and of +dream. + + + + +As the men of Sarnath beheld more of the beings of lb their hate grew, and it was +not less because they found the beings weak, and soft as jelly to the touch of +stones and arrows. So one day the young warriors, the slingers and the spearmen +and the bowmen, marched against lb and slew all the inhabitants thereof, +pushing the queer bodies into the lake with long spears, because they did not +wish to touch them. And because they did not like the gray sculptured monoliths +of lb they cast these also into the lake; wondering from the greatness of the labor +how ever the stones were brought from afar, as they must have been, since there +is naught like them in the land of Mnar or in the lands adjacent. + +Thus of the very ancient city of lb was nothing spared, save the sea-green stone +idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. This the young warriors +took back with them as a symbol of conquest over the old gods and beings of Th, +and as a sign of leadership in Mnar. But on the night after it was set up in the +temple, a terrible thing must have happened, for weird lights were seen over the +lake, and in the morning the people found the idol gone and the high-priest +Taran-Ish lying dead, as from some fear unspeakable. And before he died, Taran- +Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign +of DOOM. + +After Taran-Ish there were many high-priests in Sarnath but never was the sea- +green stone idol found. And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath +prospered exceedingly, so that only priests and old women remembered what +Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite. Betwixt Sarnath and the city +of Ilarnek arose a caravan route, and the precious metals from the earth were +exchanged for other metals and rare cloths and jewels and books and tools for +artificers and all things of luxury that are known to the people who dwell along +the winding river Ai and beyond. So Sarnath waxed mighty and learned and +beautiful, and sent forth conquering armies to subdue the neighboring cities; and +in time there sate upon a throne in Sarnath the kings of all the land of Mnar and +of many lands adjacent. + +The wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind was Sarnath the +magnificent. Of polished desert-quarried marble were its walls, in height three +hundred cubits and in breadth seventy-five, so that chariots might pass each +other as men drove them along the top. For full five hundred stadia did they run, +being open only on the side toward the lake where a green stone sea-wall kept +back the waves that rose oddly once a year at the festival of the destroying of lb. +In Sarnath were fifty streets from the lake to the gates of the caravans, and fifty +more intersecting them. With onyx were they paved, save those whereon the +horses and camels and elephants trod, which were paved with granite. And the +gates of Sarnath were as many as the landward ends of the streets, each of +bronze, and flanked by the figures of lions and elephants carven from some stone + + + + +no longer known among men. The houses of Sarnath were of glazed brick and +chalcedony, each having its walled garden and crystal lakelet. With strange art +were they builded, for no other city had houses like them; and travelers from +Thraa and Ilarnek and Kadatheron marveled at the shining domes wherewith +they were surmounted. + +But more marvelous still were the palaces and the temples, and the gardens +made by Zokkar the olden king. There were many palaces, the last of which were +mightier than any in Thraa or Ilarnek or Kadatheron. So high were they that one +within might sometimes fancy himself beneath only the sky; yet when lighted +with torches dipt in the oil of Dother their walls showed vast paintings of kings +and armies, of a splendor at once inspiring and stupefying to the beholder. Many +were the pillars of the palaces, all of tinted marble, and carven into designs of +surpassing beauty. And in most of the palaces the floors were mosaics of beryl +and lapis lazuli and sardonyx and carbuncle and other choice materials, so +disposed that the beholder might fancy himself walking over beds of the rarest +flowers. And there were likewise fountains, which cast scented waters about in +pleasing jets arranged with cunning art. Outshining all others was the palace of +the kings of Mnar and of the lands adjacent. On a pair of golden crouching lions +rested the throne, many steps above the gleaming floor. And it was wrought of +one piece of ivory, though no man lives who knows whence so vast a piece could +have come. In that palace there were also many galleries, and many +amphitheaters where lions and men and elephants battled at the pleasure of the +kings. Sometimes the amphitheaters were flooded with water conveyed from the +lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats +betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. + +Lofty and amazing were the seventeen tower-like temples of Sarnath, fashioned +of a bright multi-colored stone not known elsewhere. A full thousand cubits high +stood the greatest among them, wherein the high-priests dwelt with a +magnificence scarce less than that of the kings. On the ground were halls as vast +and splendid as those of the palaces; where gathered throngs in worship of Zo- +Kalar and Tamash and Lobon, the chief gods of Sarnath, whose incense- +enveloped shrines were as the thrones of monarchs. Not like the eikons of other +gods were those of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. For so close to life were +they that one might swear the graceful bearded gods themselves sate on the +ivory thrones. And up unending steps of zircon was the tower-chamber, +wherefrom the high-priests looked out over the city and the plains and the lake +by day; and at the cryptic moon and significant stars and planets, and their +reflections in the lake, at night. Here was done the very secret and ancient rite in +detestation of Bokrug, the water-lizard, and here rested the altar of chrysolite +which bore the Doom-scrawl of Taran-Ish. + + + + +Wonderful likewise were the gardens made by Zokkar the olden king. In the +center of Sarnath they lay, covering a great space and encircled by a high wall. +And they were surmounted by a mighty dome of glass, through which shone the +sun and moon and planets when it was clear, and from which were hung fulgent +images of the sun and moon and stars and planets when it was not clear. In +summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by +fans, and in winter they were heated with concealed fires, so that in those +gardens it was always spring. There ran little streams over bright pebbles, +dividing meads of green and gardens of many hues, and spanned by a multitude +of bridges. Many were the waterfalls in their courses, and many were the hued +lakelets into which they expanded. Over the streams and lakelets rode white +swans, whilst the music of rare birds chimed in with the melody of the waters. In +ordered terraces rose the green banks, adorned here and there with bowers of +vines and sweet blossoms, and seats and benches of marble and porphyry. And +there were many small shrines and temples where one might rest or pray to +small gods. + +Each year there was celebrated in Sarnath the feast of the destroying of lb, at +which time wine, song, dancing, and merriment of every kind abounded. Great +honors were then paid to the shades of those who had annihilated the odd +ancient beings, and the memory of those beings and of their elder gods was +derided by dancers and lutanists crowned with roses from the gardens of +Zokkar. And the kings would look out over the lake and curse the bones of the +dead that lay beneath it. + +At first the high-priests liked not these festivals, for there had descended +amongst them queer tales of how the sea-green eikon had vanished, and how +Taran-Ish had died from fear and left a warning. And they said that from their +high tower they sometimes saw lights beneath the waters of the lake. But as +many years passed without calamity even the priests laughed and cursed and +joined in the orgies of the feasters. Indeed, had they not themselves, in their high +tower, often performed the very ancient and secret rite in detestation of Bokrug, +the water-lizard? And a thousand years of riches and delight passed over +Sarnath, wonder of the world. + +Gorgeous beyond thought was the feast of the thousandth year of the destroying +of lb. For a decade had it been talked of in the land of Mnar, and as it drew nigh +there came to Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants men from Thraa, +Ilarnek, and Kadetheron, and all the cities of Mnar and the lands beyond. Before +the marble walls on the appointed night were pitched the pavilions of princes +and the tents of travelers. Within his banquet-hall reclined Nargis-Hei, the king, +drunken with ancient wine from the vaults of conquered Pnoth, and surrounded +by feasting nobles and hurrying slaves. There were eaten many strange delicacies + + + + +at that feast; peacocks from the distant hills of Linplan, heels of camels from the +Bnazic desert, nuts and spices from Sydathrian groves, and pearls from wave- +washed Mtal dissolved in the vinegar of Thraa. Of sauces there were an untold +number, prepared by the subtlest cooks in all Mnar, and suited to the palate of +every feaster. But most prized of all the viands were the great fishes from the +lake, each of vast size, and served upon golden platters set with rubies and +diamonds. + +Whilst the king and his nobles feasted within the palace, and viewed the +crowning dish as it awaited them on golden platters, others feasted elsewhere. In +the tower of the great temple the priests held revels, and in pavilions without the +walls the princes of neighboring lands made merry. And it was the high-priest +Gnai-Kah who first saw the shadows that descended from the gibbous moon into +the lake, and the damnable green mists that arose from the lake to meet the moon +and to shroud in a sinister haze the towers and the domes of fated Sarnath. +Thereafter those in the towers and without the walls beheld strange lights on the +water, and saw that the gray rock Akurion, which was wont to rear high above it +near the shore, was almost submerged. And fear grew vaguely yet swiftly, so +that the princes of Ilarnek and of far Rokol took down and folded their tents and +pavilions and departed, though they scarce knew the reason for their departing. + +Then, close to the hour of midnight, all the bronze gates of Sarnath burst open +and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that all the +visiting princes and travelers fled away in fright. For on the faces of this throng +was writ a madness born of horror unendurable, and on their tongues were +words so terrible that no hearer paused for proof. Men whose eyes were wild +with fear shrieked aloud of the sight within the king's banquet-hall, where +through the windows were seen no longer the forms of Nargis-Hei and his +nobles and slaves, but a horde of indescribable green voiceless things with +bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears; things which danced +horribly, bearing in their paws golden platters set with rubies and diamonds and +containing uncouth flames. And the princes and travelers, as they fled from the +doomed city of Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants, looked again upon +the mist-begetting lake and saw the gray rock Akurion was quite submerged. +Through all the land of Mnar and the land adjacent spread the tales of those who +had fled from Sarnath, and caravans sought that accursed city and its precious +metals no more. It was long ere any travelers went thither, and even then only +the brave and adventurous young men of yellow hair and blue eyes, who are no +kin to the men of Mnar. These men indeed went to the lake to view Sarnath; but +though they found the vast still lake itself, and the gray rock Akurion which +rears high above it near the shore, they beheld not the wonder of the world and +pride of all mankind. Where once had risen walls of three hundred cubits and +towers yet higher, now stretched only the marshy shore, and where once had + + + + +dwelt fifty million of men now crawled the detestable water-lizard. Not even the +mines of precious metal remained. DOOM had come to Sarnath. + +But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly +ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard. That idol, +enshrined in the high temple at Ilarnek, was subsequently worshipped beneath +the gibbous moon throughout the land of Mnar. + + + + +The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath + +Written in January of 1927 + +Published in Beyond the Wall of Sleep + +Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times +was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. All +golden and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with walls, temples, colonnades and +arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains of prismatic spray in +broad squares and perfumed gardens, and wide streets marching between +delicate trees and blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while +on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables +harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles. It was a fever of the gods, a fanfare of +supernal trumpets and a clash of immortal cymbals. Mystery hung about it as +clouds about a fabulous unvisited mountain; and as Carter stood breathless and +expectant on that balustraded parapet there swept up to him the poignancy and +suspense of almost-vanished memory, the pain of lost things and the maddening +need to place again what once had been an awesome and momentous place. + +He knew that for him its meaning must once have been supreme; though in what +cycle or incarnation he had known it, or whether in dream or in waking, he could +not tell. Vaguely it called up glimpses of a far forgotten first youth, when wonder +and pleasure lay in all the mystery of days, and dawn and dusk alike strode forth +prophetic to the eager sound of lutes and song, unclosing fiery gates toward +further and surprising marvels. But each night as he stood on that high marble +terrace with the curious urns and carven rail and looked off over that hushed +sunset city of beauty and unearthly immanence he felt the bondage of dream's +tyrannous gods; for in no wise could he leave that lofty spot, or descend the wide +marmoreal fights flung endlessly down to where those streets of elder witchery +lay outspread and beckoning. + +When for the third time he awakened with those flights still undescended and +those hushed sunset streets still untraversed, he prayed long and earnestly to the +hidden gods of dream that brood capricious above the clouds on unknown +Kadath, in the cold waste where no man treads. But the gods made no answer +and shewed no relenting, nor did they give any favouring sign when he prayed +to them in dream, and invoked them sacrificially through the bearded priests of +Nasht and Kaman-Thah, whose cavern-temple with its pillar of flame lies not far +from the gates of the waking world. It seemed, however, that his prayers must +have been adversely heard, for after even the first of them he ceased wholly to + + + + +behold the marvellous city; as if his three glimpses from afar had been mere +accidents or oversights, and against some hidden plan or wish of the gods. + +At length, sick with longing for those glittering sunset streets and cryptical hill +lanes among ancient tiled roofs, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from +his mind. Carter resolved to go with bold entreaty whither no man had gone +before, and dare the icy deserts through the dark to where unknown Kadath, +veiled in cloud and crowned with unimagined stars, holds secret and nocturnal +the onyx castle of the Great Ones. + +In light slumber he descended the seventy steps to the cavern of flame and talked +of this design to the bearded priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah. And the priests +shook their pshent-bearing heads and vowed it would be the death of his soul. +They pointed out that the Great Ones had shown already their wish, and that it is +not agreeable to them to be harassed by insistent pleas. They reminded him, too, +that not only had no man ever been to Kadath, but no man had ever suspected in +what part of space it may lie; whether it be in the dreamlands around our own +world, or in those surrounding some unguessed companion of Fomalhaut or +Aldebaran. If in our dreamland, it might conceivably be reached, but only three +human souls since time began had ever crossed and recrossed the black impious +gulfs to other dreamlands, and of that three, two had come back quite mad. +There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking +final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no +dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which +blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity - the boundless daemon +sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily +in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, +maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed +flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and +absurdly the gigantic Ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless +Other gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. + +Of these things was Carter warned by the priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah in the +cavern of flame, but still he resolved to find the gods on unknown Kadath in the +cold waste, wherever that might be, and to win from them the sight and +remembrance and shelter of the marvellous sunset city. He knew that his journey +would be strange and long, and that the Great Ones would be against it; but +being old in the land of dream he counted on many useful memories and devices +to aid him. So asking a formal blessing of the priests and thinking shrewdly on +his course, he boldly descended the seven hundred steps to the Gate of Deeper +Slumber and set out through the Enchanted Wood. + + + + +In the tunnels of that twisted wood, whose low prodigious oaks twine groping +boughs and shine dim with the phosphorescence of strange fungi, dwell the +furtive and secretive Zoogs; who know many obscure secrets of the dream world +and a few of the waking world, since the wood at two places touches the lands of +men, though it would be disastrous to say where. Certain unexplained rumours, +events, and vanishments occur among men where the Zoogs have access, and it +is well that they cannot travel far outside the world of dreams. But over the +nearer parts of the dream world they pass freely, flitting small and brown and +unseen and bearing back piquant tales to beguile the hours around their hearths +in the forest they love. Most of them live in burrows, but some inhabit the trunks +of the great trees; and although they live mostly on fungi it is muttered that they +have also a slight taste for meat, either physical or spiritual, for certainly many +dreamers have entered that wood who have not come out. Carter, however, had +no fear; for he was an old dreamer and had learnt their fluttering language and +made many a treaty with them; having found through their help the splendid +city of Celephais in Ooth-Nargai beyond the Tanarian Hills, where reigns half +the year the great King Kuranes, a man he had known by another name in life. +Kuranes was the one soul who had been to the star-gulls and returned free from +madness. + +Threading now the low phosphorescent aisles between those gigantic trunks. +Carter made fluttering sounds in the manner of the Zoogs, and listened now and +then for responses. He remembered one particular village of the creatures was in +the centre of the wood, where a circle of great mossy stones in what was once a +cleaning tells of older and more terrible dwellers long forgotten, and toward this +spot he hastened. He traced his way by the grotesque fungi, which always seem +better nourished as one approaches the dread circle where elder beings danced +and sacrificed. Finally the great light of those thicker fungi revealed a sinister +green and grey vastness pushing up through the roof of the forest and out of +sight. This was the nearest of the great ring of stones, and Carter knew he was +close to the Zoog village. Renewing his fluttering sound, he waited patiently; and +was at last rewarded by an impression of many eyes watching him. It was the +Zoogs, for one sees their weird eyes long before one can discern their small, +slippery brown outlines. + +Out they swarmed, from hidden burrow and honeycombed tree, till the whole +dim-litten region was alive with them. Some of the wilder ones brushed Carter +unpleasantly, and one even nipped loathsomely at his ear; but these lawless +spirits were soon restrained by their elders. The Council of Sages, recognizing the +visitor, offered a gourd of fermented sap from a haunted tree unlike the others, +which had grown from a seed dropt down by someone on the moon; and as +Carter drank it ceremoniously a very strange colloquy began. The Zoogs did not, +unfortunately, know where the peak of Kadath lies, nor could they even say + + + + +whether the cold waste is in our dream world or in another. Rumours of the +Great Ones came equally from all points; and one might only say that they were +likelier to be seen on high mountain peaks than in valleys, since on such peaks +they dance reminiscently when the moon is above and the clouds beneath. + +Then one very ancient Zoog recalled a thing unheard-of by the others; and said +that in Ulthar, beyond the River Skai, there still lingered the last copy of those +inconceivably old Pnakotic Manuscripts made by waking men in forgotten +boreal kingdoms and borne into the land of dreams when the hairy cannibal +Gnophkehs overcame many-templed Olathoe and slew all the heroes of the land +of Lomar. Those manuscripts he said, told much of the gods, and besides, in +Ulthar there were men who had seen the signs of the gods, and even one old +priest who had scaled a great mountain to behold them dancing by moonlight. +He had failed, though his companion had succeeded and perished namelessly. + +So Randolph Carter thanked the Zoogs, who fluttered amicably and gave him +another gourd of moon-tree wine to take with him, and set out through the +phosphorescent wood for the other side, where the rushing Skai flows down +from the slopes of Lerion, and Hatheg and Nir and Ulthar dot the plain. Behind +him, furtive and unseen, crept several of the curious Zoogs; for they wished to +learn what might befall him, and bear back the legend to their people. The vast +oaks grew thicker as he pushed on beyond the village, and he looked sharply for +a certain spot where they would thin somewhat, standing quite dead or dying +among the unnaturally dense fungi and the rotting mould and mushy logs of +their fallen brothers. There he would turn sharply aside, for at that spot a mighty +slab of stone rests on the forest floor; and those who have dared approach it say +that it bears an iron ring three feet wide. Remembering the archaic circle of great +mossy rocks, and what it was possibly set up for, the Zoogs do not pause near +that expansive slab with its huge ring; for they realise that all which is forgotten +need not necessarily be dead, and they would not like to see the slab rise slowly +and deliberately. + +Carter detoured at the proper place, and heard behind him the frightened +fluttering of some of the more timid Zoogs. He had known they would follow +him, so he was not disturbed; for one grows accustomed to the anomalies of +these prying creatures. It was twilight when he came to the edge of the wood, +and the strengthening glow told him it was the twilight of morning. Over fertile +plains rolling down to the Skai he saw the smoke of cottage chimneys, and on +every hand were the hedges and ploughed fields and thatched roofs of a peaceful +land. Once he stopped at a farmhouse well for a cup of water, and all the dogs +barked affrightedly at the inconspicuous Zoogs that crept through the grass +behind. At another house, where people were stirring, he asked questions about + + + + +the gods, and whether they danced often upon Lerion; but the farmer and his +wile would only make the Elder Sign and tell him the way to Nir and Ulthar. + +At noon he walked through the one broad high street of Nir, which he had once +visited and which marked his farthest former travels in this direction; and soon +afterward he came to the great stone bridge across the Skai, into whose central +piece the masons had sealed a living human sacrifice when they built it thirteen- +hundred years before. Once on the other side, the frequent presence of cats (who +all arched their backs at the trailing Zoogs) revealed the near neighborhood of +Ulthar; for in Ulthar, according to an ancient and significant law, no man may +kill a cat. Very pleasant were the suburbs of Ulthar, with their little green +cottages and neatly fenced farms; and still pleasanter was the quaint town itself, +with its old peaked roofs and overhanging upper stories and numberless +chimney-pots and narrow hill streets where one can see old cobbles whenever +the graceful cats afford space enough. Carter, the cats being somewhat dispersed +by the half-seen Zoogs, picked his way directly to the modest Temple of the +Elder Ones where the priests and old records were said to be; and once within +that venerable circular tower of ivied stone - which crowns Ulthar's highest hill - +he sought out the patriarch Atal, who had been up the forbidden peak Hatheg- +Kia in the stony desert and had come down again alive. + +Atal, seated on an ivory dais in a festooned shrine at the top of the temple, was +fully three centuries old; but still very keen of mind and memory. From him +Carter learned many things about the gods, but mainly that they are indeed only +Earth's gods, ruling feebly our own dreamland and having no power or +habitation elsewhere. They might, Atal said, heed a man's prayer if in good +humour; but one must not think of climbing to their onyx stronghold atop +Kadath in the cold waste. It was lucky that no man knew where Kadath towers, +for the fruits of ascending it would be very grave. Atal's companion Banni the +Wise had been drawn screaming into the sky for climbing merely the known +peak of Hatheg-Kia. With unknown Kadath, if ever found, matters would be +much worse; for although Earth's gods may sometimes be surpassed by a wise +mortal, they are protected by the Other Gods from Outside, whom it is better not +to discuss. At least twice in the world's history the Other Gods set their seal upon +Earth's primal granite; once in antediluvian times, as guessed from a drawing in +those parts of the Pnakotic Manuscripts too ancient to be read, and once on +Hatheg-Kia when Barzai the Wise tried to see Earth's gods dancing by +moonlight. So, Atal said, it would be much better to let all gods alone except in +tactful prayers. + +Carter, though disappointed by Atal's discouraging advice and by the meagre +help to be found in the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Seven Cryptical Books of +Hsan, did not wholly despair. First he questioned the old priest about that + + + + +marvellous sunset city seen from the railed terrace, thinking that perhaps he +might find it without the gods' aid; but Atal could tell him nothing. Probably, +Atal said, the place belonged to his especial dream world and not to the general +land of vision that many know; and conceivably it might be on another planet. In +that case Earth's gods could not guide him if they would. But this was not likely, +since the stopping of the dreams shewed pretty clearly that it was something the +Great Ones wished to hide from him. + +Then Carter did a wicked thing, offering his guileless host so many draughts of +the moon-wine which the Zoogs had given him that the old man became +irresponsibly talkative. Robbed of his reserve, poor Atal babbled freely of +forbidden things; telling of a great image reported by travellers as carved on the +solid rock of the mountain Ngranek, on the isle of Oriab in the Southern Sea, and +hinting that it may be a likeness which Earth's gods once wrought of their own +features in the days when they danced by moonlight on that mountain. And he +hiccoughed likewise that the features of that image are very strange, so that one +might easily recognize them, and that they are sure signs of the authentic race of +the gods. + +Now the use of all this in finding the gods became at once apparent to Carter. It +is known that in disguise the younger among the Great Ones often espouse the +daughters of men, so that around the borders of the cold waste wherein stands +Kadath the peasants must all bear their blood. This being so, the way to find that +waste must be to see the stone face on Ngranek and mark the features; then, +having noted them with care, to search for such features among living men. +Where they are plainest and thickest, there must the gods dwell nearest; and +whatever stony waste lies back of the villages in that place must be that wherein +stands Kadath. + +Much of the Great Ones might be learnt in such regions, and those with their +blood might inherit little memories very useful to a seeker. They might not know +their parentage, for the gods so dislike to be known among men that none can be +found who has seen their faces wittingly; a thing which Carter realized even as +he sought to scale Kadath. But they would have queer lofty thoughts +misunderstood by their fellows, and would sing of far places and gardens so +unlike any known even in the dreamland that common folk would call them +fools; and from all this one could perhaps learn old secrets of Kadath, or gain +hints of the marvellous sunset city which the gods held secret. And more, one +might in certain cases seize some well-loved child of a god as hostage; or even +capture some young god himself, disguised and dwelling amongst men with a +comely peasant maiden as his bride. + + + + +Atal, however, did not know how to find Ngranek on its isle of Oriab; and +recommended that Carter follow the singing Skai under its bridges down to the +Southern Sea; where no burgess of Ulthar has ever been, but whence the +merchants come in boats or with long caravans of mules and two-wheeled carts. +There is a great city there, Dylath-Leen, but in Ulthar its reputation is bad +because of the black three-banked galleys that sail to it with rubies from no +clearly named shore. The traders that come from those galleys to deal with the +jewellers are human, or nearly so, but the rowers are never beheld; and it is not +thought wholesome in Ulthar that merchants should trade with black ships from +unknown places whose rowers cannot be exhibited. + +By the time he had given this information Atal was very drowsy, and Carter laid +him gently on a couch of inlaid ebony and gathered his long beard decorously on +his chest. As he turned to go, he observed that no suppressed fluttering followed +him, and wondered why the Zoogs had become so lax in their curious pursuit. +Then he noticed all the sleek complacent cats of Ulthar licking their chops with +unusual gusto, and recalled the spitting and caterwauling he had faintly heard, +in lower parts of the temple while absorbed in the old priest's conversation. He +recalled, too, the evilly hungry way in which an especially impudent young +Zoog had regarded a small black kitten in the cobbled street outside. And +because he loved nothing on earth more than small black kittens, he stooped and +petted the sleek cats of Ulthar as they licked their chops, and did not mourn +because those inquisitive Zoogs would escort him no farther. + +It was sunset now, so Carter stopped at an ancient inn on a steep little street +overlooking the lower town. And as he went out on the balcony of his room and +gazed down at the sea of red tiled roofs and cobbled ways and the pleasant fields +beyond, all mellow and magical in the slanted light, he swore that Ulthar would +be a very likely place to dwell in always, were not the memory of a greater +sunset city ever goading one onward toward unknown perils. Then twilight fell, +and the pink walls of the plastered gables turned violet and mystic, and little +yellow lights floated up one by one from old lattice windows. And sweet bells +pealed in. the temple tower above, and the first star winked softly above the +meadows across the Skai. With the night came song, and Carter nodded as the +lutanists praised ancient days from beyond the filigreed balconies and tesselated +courts of simple Ulthar. And there might have been sweetness even in the voices +of Ulthar's many cats, but that they were mostly heavy and silent from strange +feasting. Some of them stole off to those cryptical realms which are known only +to cats and which villagers say are on the moon's dark side, whither the cats leap +from tall housetops, but one small black kitten crept upstairs and sprang in +Carter's lap to purr and play, and curled up near his feet when he lay down at +last on the little couch whose pillows were stuffed with fragrant, drowsy herbs. + + + + +In the morning Carter joined a caravan of merchants bound for Dylath-Leen with +the spun wool of Ulthar and the cabbages of Ulthar's busy farms. And for six +days they rode with tinkhng bells on the smooth road beside the Skai; stopping +some nights at the inns of little quaint fishing towns, and on other nights +camping under the stars while snatches of boatmen's songs came from the placid +river. The country was very beautiful, with green hedges and groves and +picturesque peaked cottages and octagonal windmills. + +On the seventh day a blur of smoke rose on the horizon ahead, and then the tall +black towers of Dylath-Leen, which is built mostly of basalt. Dylath-Leen with its +thin angular towers looks in the distance like a bit of the Giant's Causeway, and +its streets are dark and uninviting. There are many dismal sea-taverns near the +myriad wharves, and all the town is thronged with the strange seamen of every +land on earth and of a few which are said to be not on earth. Carter questioned +the oddly robed men of that city about the peak of Ngranek on the isle of Oriab, +and found that they knew of it well. + +Ships came from Bahama on that island, one being due to return thither in only a +month, and Ngranek is but two days' zebra-ride from that port. But few had seen +the stone face of the god, because it is on a very difficult side of Ngranek, which +overlooks only sheer crags and a valley of sinister lava. Once the gods were +angered with men on that side, and spoke of the matter to the Other Gods. + +It was hard to get this information from the traders and sailors in Dylath-Leen's +sea taverns, because they mostly preferred to whisper of the black galleys. One of +them was due in a week with rubies from its unknown shore, and the townsfolk +dreaded to see it dock. The mouths of the men who came from it to trade were +too wide, and the way their turbans were humped up in two points above their +foreheads was in especially bad taste. And their shoes were the shortest and +queerest ever seen in the Six Kingdoms. But worst of all was the matter of the +unseen rowers. Those three banks of oars moved too briskly and accurately and +vigorously to be comfortable, and it was not right for a ship to stay in port for +weeks while the merchants traded, yet to give no glimpse of its crew. It was not +fair to the tavern-keepers of Dylath-Leen, or to the grocers and butchers, either; +for not a scrap of provisions was ever sent aboard. The merchants took only gold +and stout black slaves from Parg across the river. That was all they ever took, +those unpleasantly featured merchants and their unseen rowers; never anything +from the butchers and grocers, but only gold and the fat black men of Parg +whom they bought by the pound. And the odours from those galleys which the +south wind blew in from the wharves are not to be described. Only by constantly +smoking strong thagweed could even the hardiest denizen of the old sea-taverns +bear them. Dylath-Leen would never have tolerated the black galleys had such + + + + +rubies been obtainable elsewhere, but no mine in all Earth's dreamland was +known to produce their like. + +Of these things Dylath-Leen's cosmopolitan folk chiefly gossiped whilst Carter +waited patiently for the ship from Bahama, which might bear him to the isle +whereon carven Ngranek towers lofty and barren. Meanwhile he did not fall to +seek through the haunts of far travellers for any tales they might have concerning +Kadath in the cold waste or a marvellous city of marble walls and silver +fountains seen below terraces in the sunset. Of these things, however, he learned +nothing; though he once thought that a certain old slant-eyed merchant looked +queerly intelligent when the cold waste was spoken of. This man was reputed to +trade with the horrible stone villages on the icy desert plateau of Leng, which no +healthy folk visit and whose evil fires are seen at night from afar. He was even +rumoured to have dealt with that High-Priest Not To Be Described, which wears +a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in a prehistoric stone +monastery. That such a person might well have had nibbling traffick with such +beings as may conceivably dwell in the cold waste was not to be doubted, but +Carter soon found that it was no use questioning him. + +Then the black galley slipped into the harbour past the basalt wale and the tall +lighthouse, silent and alien, and with a strange stench that the south wind drove +into the town. Uneasiness rustled through the taverns along that waterfront, and +after a while the dark wide-mouthed merchants with humped turbans and short +feet clumped steathily ashore to seek the bazaars of the jewellers. Carter +observed them closely, and disliked them more the longer he looked at them. +Then he saw them drive the stout black men of Parg up the gangplank grunting +and sweating into that singular galley, and wondered in what lands - or if in any +lands at all - those fat pathetic creatures might be destined to serve. + +And on the third evening of that galley's stay one of the uncomfortable +merchants spoke to him, smirking sinfully and hinting of what he had heard in +the taverns of Carter's quest. He appeared to have knowledge too secret for +public telling; and although the sound of his voice was unbearably hateful. +Carter felt that the lore of so far a traveller must not be overlooked. He bade him +therefore be his guest in locked chambers above, and drew out the last of the +Zoogs' moon-wine to loosen his tongue. The strange merchant drank heavily, but +smirked unchanged by the draught. Then he drew forth a curious bottle with +wine of his own, and Carter saw that the bottle was a single hollowed ruby, +grotesquely carved in patterns too fabulous to be comprehended. He offered his +wine to his host, and though Carter took only the least sip, he felt the dizziness of +space and the fever of unimagined jungles. All the while the guest had been +smiling more and more broadly, and as Carter slipped into blankness the last +thing he saw was that dark odious face convulsed with evil laughter and + + + + +something quite unspeakable where one of the two frontal puffs of that orange +turban had become disarranged with the shakings of that epileptic mirth. + +Carter next had consciousness amidst horrible odours beneath a tent-like awning +on the deck of a ship, with the marvellous coasts of the Southern Sea flying by in +unnatural swiftness. He was not chained, but three of the dark sardonic +merchants stood grinning nearby, and the sight of those humps in their turbans +made him almost as faint as did the stench that filtered up through the sinister +hatches. He saw slip past him the glorious lands and cities of which a fellow- +dreamer of earth - a lighthouse-keeper in ancient Kingsport - had often +discoursed in the old days, and recognized the templed terraces of Zak, abode of +forgotten dreams; the spires of infamous Thalarion, that daemon-city of a +thousand wonders where the eidolon Lathi reigns; the charnel gardens of Zura, +land of pleasures unattained, and the twin headlands of crystal, meeting above in +a resplendent arch, which guard the harbour of Sona-Nyl, blessed land of fancy. + +Past all these gorgeous lands the malodourous ship flew unwholesomely, urged +by the abnormal strokes of those unseen rowers below. And before the day was +done Carter saw that the steersman could have no other goal than the Basalt +Pillars of the West, beyond which simple folk say splendid Cathuria lies, but +which wise dreamers well know are the gates of a monstrous cataract wherein +the oceans of earth's dreamland drop wholly to abysmal nothingness and shoot +through the empty spaces toward other worlds and other stars and the awful +voids outside the ordered universe where the daemon sultan Azathoth gnaws +hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the +Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and +messenger Nyarlathotep. + +Meanwhile the three sardonic merchants would give no word of their intent, +though Carter well knew that they must be leagued with those who wished to +hold him from his quest. It is understood in the land of dream that the Other +Gods have many agents moving among men; and all these agents, whether +wholly human or slightly less than human, are eager to work the will of those +blind and mindless things in return for the favour of their hideous soul and +messenger, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. So Carter inferred that the +merchants of the humped turbans, hearing of his daring search for the Great +Ones in their castle of Kadath, had decided to take him away and deliver him to +Nyarlathotep for whatever nameless bounty might be offered for such a prize. +What might be the land of those merchants in our known universe or in the +eldritch spaces outside. Carter could not guess; nor could he imagine at what +hellish trysting-place they would meet the crawling chaos to give him up and +claim their reward. He knew, however, that no beings as nearly human as these + + + + +would dare approach the ultimate nighted throne of the daemon Azathoth in the +formless central void. + +At the set of sun the merchants licked their excessively wide lips and glared +hungrily and one of them went below and returned from some hidden and +offensive cabin with a pot and basket of plates. Then they squatted close together +beneath the awning and ate the smoking meat that was passed around. But when +they gave Carter a portion, he found something very terrible in the size and +shape of it; so that he turned even paler than before and cast that portion into the +sea when no eye was on him. And again he thought of those unseen rowers +beneath, and of the suspicious nourishment from which their far too mechanical +strength was derived. + +It was dark when the galley passed betwixt the Basalt Pillars of the West and the +sound of the ultimate cataract swelled portentous from ahead. And the spray of +that cataract rose to obscure the stars, and the deck grew damp, and the vessel +reeled in the surging current of the brink. Then with a queer whistle and plunge +the leap was taken, and Carter felt the terrors of nightmare as earth fell away and +the great boat shot silent and comet-like into planetary space. Never before had +he known what shapeless black things lurk and caper and flounder all through +the aether, leering and grinning at such voyagers as may pass, and sometimes +feeling about with slimy paws when some moving object excites their curiosity. +These are the nameless larvae of the Other Gods, and like them are blind and +without mind, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts. + +But that offensive galley did not aim as far as Carter had feared, for he soon saw +that the helmsman was steering a course directly for the moon. The moon was a +crescent shining larger and larger as they approached it, and shewing its singular +craters and peaks uncomfortably. The ship made for the edge, and it soon +became clear that its destination was that secret and mysterious side which is +always turned away from earth, and which no fully human person, save perhaps +the dreamer Snireth-Ko, has ever beheld. The close aspect of the moon as the +galley drew near proved very disturbing to Carter, and he did not like the size +and shape of the ruins which crumbled here and there. The dead temples on the +mountains were so placed that they could have glorified no suitable or +wholesome gods, and in the symmetries of the broken columns there seemed to +be some dark and inner meaning which did not invite solution. And what the +structure and proportions of the olden worshippers could have been. Carter +steadily refused to conjecture. + +When the ship rounded the edge, and sailed over those lands unseen by man, +there appeared in the queer landscape certain signs of life, and Carter saw many +low, broad, round cottages in fields of grotesque whitish fungi. He noticed that + + + + +these cottages had no windows, and thought that their shape suggested the huts +of Esquimaux. Then he ghmpsed the oily waves of a sluggish sea, and knew that +the voyage was once more to be by water - or at least through some liquid. The +galley struck the surface with a peculiar sound, and the odd elastic way the +waves received it was very perplexing to Carter. + +They now slid along at great speed, once passing and hailing another galley of +kindred form, but generally seeing nothing but that curious sea and a sky that +was black and star-strewn even though the sun shone scorchingly in it. + +There presently rose ahead the jagged hills of a leprous-looking coast, and Carter +saw the thick unpleasant grey towers of a city. The way they leaned and bent, the +manner in which they were clustered, and the fact that they had no windows at +all, was very disturbing to the prisoner; and he bitterly mourned the folly which +had made him sip the curious wine of that merchant with the humped turban. +As the coast drew nearer, and the hideous stench of that city grew stronger, he +saw upon the jagged hills many forests, some of whose trees he recognized as +akin to that solitary moon-tree in the enchanted wood of earth, from whose sap +the small brown Zoogs ferment their curious wine. + +Carter could now distinguish moving figures on the noisome wharves ahead, +and the better he saw them the worse he began to fear and detest them. For they +were not men at all, or even approximately men, but great greyish-white slippery +things which could expand and contract at will, and whose principal shape - +though it often changed - was that of a sort of toad without any eyes, but with a +curious vibrating mass of short pink tentacles on the end of its blunt, vague +snout. These objects were waddling busily about the wharves, moving bales and +crates and boxes with preternatural strength, and now and then hopping on or +off some anchored galley with long oars in their forepaws. And now and then +one would appear driving a herd of clumping slaves, which indeed were +approximate human beings with wide mouths like those merchants who traded +in Dylath-Leen; only these herds, being without turbans or shoes or clothing, did +not seem so very human after all. Some of the slaves - the fatter ones, whom a +sort of overseer would pinch experimentally - were unloaded from ships and +nailed in crates which workers pushed into the low warehouses or loaded on +great lumbering vans. + +Once a van was hitched and driven off, and the, fabulous thing which drew it +was such that Carter gasped, even after having seen the other monstrosities of +that hateful place. Now and then a small herd of slaves dressed and turbaned +like the dark merchants would be driven aboard a galley, followed by a great +crew of the slippery toad-things as officers, navigators, and rowers. And Carter +saw that the almost-human creatures were reserved for the more ignominious + + + + +kinds of servitude which required no strength, such as steering and cooking, +fetching and carrying, and bargaining with men on the earth or other planets +where they traded. These creatures must have been convenient on earth, for they +were truly not unlike men when dressed and carefully shod and turbaned, and +could haggle in the shops of men without embarrassment or curious +explanations. But most of them, unless lean or ill-favoured, were unclothed and +packed in crates and drawn off in lumbering lorries by fabulous things. +Occasionally other beings were unloaded and crated; some very like these semi- +humans, some not so similar, and some not similar at all. And he wondered if +any of the poor stout black men of Parg were left to be unloaded and crated and +shipped inland in those obnoxious drays. + +When the galley landed at a greasy-looking quay of spongy rock a nightmare +horde of toad-things wiggled out of the hatches, and two of them seized Carter +and dragged him ashore. The smell and aspect of that city are beyond telling, +and Carter held only scattered images of the tiled streets and black doorways +and endless precipices of grey vertical walls without windows. At length he was +dragged within a low doorway and made to climb infinite steps in pitch +blackness. It was, apparently, all one to the toad-things whether it were light or +dark. The odour of the place was intolerable, and when Carter was locked into a +chamber and left alone he scarcely had strength to crawl around and ascertain its +form and dimensions. It was circular, and about twenty feet across. + +From then on time ceased to exist. At intervals food was pushed in, but Carter +would not touch it. What his fate would be, he did not know; but he felt that he +was held for the coming of that frightful soul and messenger of infinity's Other +Gods, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Finally, after an unguessed span of +hours or days, the great stone door swung wide again, and Carter was shoved +down the stairs and out into the red-litten streets of that fearsome city. It was +night on the moon, and all through the town were stationed slaves bearing +torches. + +In a detestable square a sort of procession was formed; ten of the toad-things and +twenty-four almost human torch-bearers, eleven on either side, and one each +before and behind. Carter was placed in the middle of the line; five toad-things +ahead and five behind, and one almost-human torch-bearer on either side of him. +Certain of the toad-things produced disgustingly carven flutes of ivory and made +loathsome sounds. To that hellish piping the column advanced out of the tiled +streets and into nighted plains of obscene fungi, soon commencing to climb one +of the lower and more gradual hills that lay behind the city. That on some +frightful slope or blasphemous plateau the crawling chaos waited. Carter could +not doubt; and he wished that the suspense might soon be over. The whining of +those impious flutes was shocking, and he would have given worlds for some + + + + +even half-normal sound; but these toad-things had no voices, and the slaves did +not talk. + +Then through that star-specked darkness there did come a normal sound. It +rolled from the higher hills, and from all the jagged peaks around it was caught +up and echoed in a swelling pandaemoniac chorus. It was the midnight yell of +the cat, and Carter knew at last that the old village folk were right when they +made low guesses about the cryptical realms which are known only to cats, and +to which the elders among cats repair by stealth nocturnally, springing from high +housetops. Verily, it is to the moon's dark side that they go to leap and gambol +on the hills and converse with ancient shadows, and here amidst that column of +foetid things Carter heard their homely, friendly cry, and thought of the steep +roofs and warm hearths and little lighted windows of home. + +Now much of the speech of cats was known to Randolph Carter, and in this far +terrible place he uttered the cry that was suitable. But that he need not have +done, for even as his lips opened he heard the chorus wax and draw nearer, and +saw swift shadows against the stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to +hill in gathering legions. The call of the clan had been given, and before the foul +procession had time even to be frightened a cloud of smothering fur and a +phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously upon it. The flutes +stopped, and there were shrieks in the night. Dying almost-humans screamed, +and cats spit and yowled and roared, but the toad-things made never a sound as +their stinking green ichor oozed fatally upon that porous earth with the obscene +fungi. + +It was a stupendous sight while the torches lasted, and Carter had never before +seen so many cats. Black, grey, and white; yellow, tiger, and mixed; common, +Persian, and Marix; Thibetan, Angora, and Egyptian; all were there in the fury of +battle, and there hovered over them some trace of that profound and inviolate +sanctity which made their goddess great in the temples of Bubastis. They would +leap seven strong at the throat of an almost-human or the pink tentacled snout of +a toad-thing and drag it down savagely to the fungous plain, where myriads of +their fellows would surge over it and into it with the frenzied claws and teeth of +a divine battle-fury. Carter had seized a torch from a stricken slave, but was soon +overborne by the surging waves of his loyal defenders. Then he lay in the utter +blackness hearing the clangour of war and the shouts of the victors, and feeling +the soft paws of his friends as they rushed to and fro over him in the fray. + +At last awe and exhaustion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again it +was upon a strange scene. The great shining disc of the earth, thirteen times +greater than that of the moon as we see it, had risen with floods of weird light +over the lunar landscape; and across all those leagues of wild plateau and ragged + + + + +crest there squatted one endless sea of cats in orderly array. Circle on circle they +reached, and two or three leaders out of the ranks were licking his face and +purring to him consolingly. Of the dead slaves and toad-things there were not +many signs, but Carter thought he saw one bone a little way off in the open space +between him and the warriors. + +Carter now spoke with the leaders in the soft language of cats, and learned that +his ancient friendship with the species was well known and often spoken of in +the places where cats congregate. He had not been unmarked in Ulthar when he +passed through, and the sleek old cats had remembered how he patted them +after they had attended to the hungry Zoogs who looked evilly at a small black +kitten. And they recalled, too, how he had welcomed the very little kitten who +came to see him at the inn, and how he had given it a saucer of rich cream in the +morning before he left. The grandfather of that very little kitten was the leader of +the army now assembled, for he had seen the evil procession from a far hill and +recognized the prisoner as a sworn friend of his kind on earth and in the land of +dream. + +A yowl now came from the farther peak, and the old leader paused abruptly in +his conversation. It was one of the army's outposts, stationed on the highest of +the mountains to watch the one foe which Earth's cats fear; the very large and +peculiar cats from Saturn, who for some reason have not been oblivious of the +charm of our moon's dark side. They are leagued by treaty with the evil toad- +things, and are notoriously hostile to our earthly cats; so that at this juncture a +meeting would have been a somewhat grave matter. + +After a brief consultation of generals, the cats rose and assumed a closer +formation, crowding protectingly around Carter and preparing to take the great +leap through space back to the housetops of our earth and its dreamland. The old +field-marshal advised Carter to let himself be borne along smoothly and +passively in the massed ranks of furry leapers, and told him how to spring when +the rest sprang and land gracefully when the rest landed. He also offered to +deposit him in any spot he desired, and Carter decided on the city of Dylath- +Leen whence the black galley had set out; for he wished to sail thence for Oriab +and the carven crest Ngranek, and also to warn the people of the city to have no +more traffick with black galleys, if indeed that traffick could be tactfully and +judiciously broken off. Then, upon a signal, the cats all leaped gracefully with +their friend packed securely in their midst; while in a black cave on an +unhallowed summit of the moon-mountains still vainly waited the crawling +chaos Nyarlathotep. + +The leap of the cats through space was very swift; and being surrounded by his +companions Carter did not see this time the great black shapelessnesses that lurk + + + + +and caper and flounder in the abyss. Before he fully realised what had happened +he was back in his familiar room at the inn at Dylath-Leen, and the stealthy, +friendly cats were pouring out of the window in streams. The old leader from +Ulthar was the last to leave, and as Carter shook his paw he said he would be +able to get home by cockcrow. When dawn came. Carter went downstairs and +learned that a week had elapsed since his capture and leaving. There was still +nearly a fortnight to wait for the ship bound toward Oriab, and during that time +he said what he could against the black galleys and their infamous ways. Most of +the townsfolk believed him; yet so fond were the jewellers of great rubies that +none would wholly promise to cease trafficking with the wide-mouthed +merchants. If aught of evil ever befalls Dylath-Leen through such traffick, it will +not be his fault. + +In about a week the desiderate ship put in by the black wale and tall lighthouse, +and Carter was glad to see that she was a barque of wholesome men, with +painted sides and yellow lateen sails and a grey captain in silken robes. Her +cargo was the fragrant resin of Oriab's inner groves, and the delicate pottery +baked by the artists of Bahama, and the strange little figures carved from +Ngranek's ancient lava. For this they were paid in the wool of Ulthar and the +iridescent textiles of Hatheg and the ivory that the black men carve across the +river in Parg. Carter made arrangements with the captain to go to Bahama and +was told that the voyage would take ten days. And during his week of waiting +he talked much with that captain of Ngranek, and was told that very few had +seen the carven face thereon; but that most travellers are content to learn its +legends from old people and lava-gatherers and image-makers in Bahama and +afterward say in their far homes that they have indeed beheld it. The captain was +not even sure that any person now living had beheld that carven face, for the +wrong side of Ngranek is very difficult and barren and sinister, and there are +rumours of caves near the peak wherein dwell the night-gaunts. But the captain +did not wish to say just what a night-gaunt might be like, since such cattle are +known to haunt most persistently the dreams of those who think too often of +them. Then Carter asked that captain about unknown Kadath in the cold waste, +and the marvellous sunset city, but of these the good man could truly tell +nothing. + +Carter sailed out of Dylath-Leen one early morning when the tide turned, and +saw the first rays of sunrise on the thin angular towers of that dismal basalt +town. And for two days they sailed eastward in sight of green coasts, and saw +often the pleasant fishing towns that climbed up steeply with their red roofs and +chimney-pots from old dreaming wharves and beaches where nets lay drying. +But on the third day they turned sharply south where the roll of water was +stronger, and soon passed from sight of any land. On the fifth day the sailors +were nervous, but the captain apologized for their fears, saying that the ship was + + + + +about to pass over the weedy walls and broken columns of a sunken city too old +for memory, and that when the water was clear one could see so many moving +shadows in that deep place that simple folk disliked it. He admitted, moreover, +that many ships had been lost in that part of the sea; having been hailed when +quite close to it, but never seen again. + +That night the moon was very bright, and one could see a great way down in the +water. There was so little wind that the ship could not move much, and the ocean +was very calm. Looking over the rail Carter saw many fathoms deep the dome of +the great temple, and in front of it an avenue of unnatural sphinxes leading to +what was once a public square. Dolphins sported merrily in and out of the ruins, +and porpoises revelled clumsily here and there, sometimes coming to the surface +and leaping clear out of the sea. As the ship drifted on a little the floor of the +ocean rose in hills, and one could clearly mark the lines of ancient climbing +streets and the washed-down walls of myriad little houses. + +Then the suburbs appeared, and finally a great lone building on a hill, of simpler +architecture than the other structures, and in much better repair. It was dark and +low and covered four sides of a square, with a tower at each corner, a paved +court in the centre, and small curious round windows all over it. Probably it was +of basalt, though weeds draped the greater part; and such was its lonely and +impressive place on that far hill that it may have been a temple or a monastery. +Some phosphorescent fish inside it gave the small round windows an aspect of +shining, and Carter did not blame the sailors much for their fears. Then by the +watery moonlight he noticed an odd high monolith in the middle of that central +court, and saw that something was tied to it. And when after getting a telescope +from the captain's cabin he saw that that bound thing was a sailor in the silk +robes of Oriab, head downward and without any eyes, he was glad that a rising +breeze soon took the ship ahead to more healthy parts of the sea. + +The next day they spoke with a ship with violet sails bound for Zar, in the land +of forgotten dreams, with bulbs of strange coloured lilies for cargo. And on the +evening of the eleventh day they came in sight of the isle of Oriab with Ngranek +rising jagged and snow-crowned in the distance. Oriab is a very great isle, and its +port of Bahama a mighty city. The wharves of Bahama are of porphyry, and the +city rises in great stone terraces behind them, having streets of steps that are +frequently arched over by buildings and the bridges between buildings. There is +a great canal which goes under the whole city in a tunnel with granite gates and +leads to the inland lake of Yath, on whose farther shore are the vast clay-brick +ruins of a primal city whose name is not remembered. As the ship drew into the +harbour at evening the twin beacons Thon and Thai gleamed a welcome, and in +all the million windows of Bahama's terraces mellow lights peeped out quietly +and gradually as the stars peep out overhead in the dusk, till that steep and + + + + +climbing seaport became a glittering constellation hung between the stars of +heaven and the reflections of those stars in the still harbour. + +The captain, after landing, made Carter a guest in his own small house on the +shores of Yath where the rear of the town slopes down to it; and his wife and +servants brought strange toothsome foods for the traveller's delight. And in the +days after that Carter asked for rumours and legends of Ngranek in all the +taverns and public places where lava-gatherers and image-makers meet, but +could find no one who had been up the higher slopes or seen the carven face. +Ngranek was a hard mountain with only an accursed valley behind it, and +besides, one could never depend on the certainty that night-gaunts are altogether +fabulous. + +When the captain sailed hack to Dylath-Leen Carter took quarters in an ancient +tavern opening on an alley of steps in the original part of the town, which is built +of brick and resembles the ruins of Yath's farther shore. Here he laid his plans for +the ascent of Ngranek, and correlated all that he had learned from the lava- +gatherers about the roads thither. The keeper of the tavern was a very old man, +and had heard so many legends that he was a great help. He even took Carter to +an upper room in that ancient house and shewed him a crude picture which a +traveller had scratched on the clay wall in the old days when men were bolder +and less reluctant to visit Ngranek's higher slopes. The old tavern-keeper's great- +grandfather had heard from his great-grandfather that the traveller who +scratched that picture had climbed Ngranek and seen the carven face, here +drawing it for others to behold, but Carter had very great doubts, since the large +rough features on the wall were hasty and careless, and wholly overshadowed +by a crowd of little companion shapes in the worst possible taste, with horns and +wings and claws and curling tails. + +At last, having gained all the information he was likely to gain in the taverns and +public places of Bahama, Carter hired a zebra and set out one morning on the +road by Yath's shore for those inland parts wherein towers stony Ngranek. On +his right were rolling hills and pleasant orchards and neat little stone +farmhouses, and he was much reminded of those fertile fields that flank the Skai. +By evening he was near the nameless ancient ruins on Yath's farther shore, and +though old lava-gatherers had warned him not to camp there at night, he +tethered his zebra to a curious pillar before a crumbling wall and laid his blanket +in a sheltered corner beneath some carvings whose meaning none could +decipher. Around him he wrapped another blanket, for the nights are cold in +Oriab; and when upon awaking once he thought he felt the wings of some insect +brushing his face he covered his head altogether and slept in peace till roused by +the magah birds in distant resin groves. + + + + +The sun had just come up over the great slope whereon leagues of primal brick +foundations and worn walls and occasional cracked pillars and pedestals +stretched down desolate to the shore of Yath, and Carter looked about for his +tethered zebra. Great was his dismay to see that docile beast stretched prostrate +beside the curious pillar to which it had been tied, and still greater was he vexed +on finding that the steed was quite dead, with its blood all sucked away through +a singular wound in its throat. His pack had been disturbed, and several shiny +knickknacks taken away, and all round on the dusty soil' were great webbed +footprints for which he could not in any way account. The legends and warnings +of lava-gatherers occurred to him, and he thought of what had brushed his face +in the night. Then he shouldered his pack and strode on toward Ngranek, though +not without a shiver when he saw close to him as the highway passed through +the ruins a great gaping arch low in the wall of an old temple, with steps leading +down into darkness farther than he could peer. + +His course now lay uphill through wilder and partly wooded country, and he +saw only the huts of charcoal-burners and the camp of those who gathered resin +from the groves. The whole air was fragrant with balsam, and all the magah +birds sang blithely as they flashed their seven colours in the sun. Near sunset he +came on a new camp of lava-gatherers returning with laden sacks from +Ngranek's lower slopes; and here he also camped, listening to the songs and tales +of the men, and overhearing what they whispered about a companion they had +lost. He had climbed high to reach a mass of fine lava above him, and at nightfall +did not return to his fellows. When they looked for him the next day they found +only his turban, nor was there any sign on the crags below that he had fallen. +They did not search any more, because the old man among them said it would be +of no use. + +No one ever found what the night-gaunts took, though those beasts themselves +were so uncertain as to be almost fabulous. Carter asked them if night-gaunts +sucked blood and liked shiny things and left webbed footprints, but they all +shook their heads negatively and seemed frightened at his making such an +inquiry. When he saw how taciturn they had become he asked them no more, +but went to sleep in his blanket. + +The next day he rose with the lava-gatherers and exchanged farewells as they +rode west and he rode east on a zebra he bought of them. Their older men gave +him blessings and warnings, and told him he had better not climb too high on +Ngranek, but while he thanked them heartily he was in no wise dissuaded. For +still did he feel that he must find the gods on unknown Kadath; and win from +them a way to that haunting and marvellous city in the sunset. By noon, after a +long uphill ride, he came upon some abandoned brick villages of the hill-people +who had once dwelt thus close to Ngranek and carved images from its smooth + + + + +lava. Here they had dweh till the days of the old tavernkeeper's grandfather, but +about that time they felt that their presence was disliked. Their homes had crept +even up the mountain's slope, and the higher they built the more people they +would miss when the sun rose. At last they decided it would be better to leave +altogether, since things were sometimes glimpsed in the darkness which no one +could interpret favourably; so in the end all of them went down to the sea and +dwelt in Bahama, inhabiting a very old quarter and teaching their sons the old +art of image-making which to this day they carry on. It was from these children +of the exiled hill-people that Carter had heard the best tales about Ngranek when +searching through Bahama's ancient taverns. + +All this time the great gaunt side of Ngranek was looming up higher and higher +as Carter approached it. There were sparse trees on the lower slopes and feeble +shrubs above them, and then the bare hideous rock rose spectral into the sky, to +mix with frost and ice and eternal snow. Carter could see the rifts and +ruggedness of that sombre stone, and did not welcome the prospect of climbing +it. In places there were solid streams of lava, and scoriae heaps that littered +slopes and ledges. Ninety aeons ago, before even the gods had danced upon its +pointed peak, that mountain had spoken with fire and roared with the voices of +the inner thunders. Now it towered all silent and sinister, bearing on the hidden +side that secret titan image whereof rumour told. And there were caves in that +mountain, which might be empty and alone with elder darkness, or might - if +legend spoke truly - hold horrors of a form not to be surmised. + +The ground sloped upward to the foot of Ngranek, thinly covered with scrub +oaks and ash trees, and strewn with bits of rock, lava, and ancient cinder. There +were the charred embers of many camps, where the lava-gatherers were wont to +stop, and several rude altars which they had built either to propitiate the Great +Ones or to ward off what they dreamed of in Ngranek's high passes and +labyrinthine caves. At evening Carter reached the farthermost pile of embers and +camped for the night, tethering his zebra to a sapling and wrapping himself well +in his blankets before going to sleep. And all through the night a voonith howled +distantly from the shore of some hidden pool, but Carter felt no fear of that +amphibious terror, since he had been told with certainty that not one of them +dares even approach the slope of Ngranek. + +In the clear sunshine of morning Carter began the long ascent, taking his zebra as +far as that useful beast could go, but tying it to a stunted ash tree when the floor +of the thin wood became too steep. Thereafter he scrambled up alone; first +through the forest with its ruins of old villages in overgrown clearings, and then +over the tough grass where anaemic shrubs grew here and there. He regretted +coming clear of the trees, since the slope was very precipitous and the whole +thing rather dizzying. At length he began to discern all the countryside spread + + + + +out beneath him whenever he looked about; the deserted huts of the image- +makers, the groves of resin trees and the camps of those who gathered from +them, the woods where prismatic magahs nest and sing, and even a hint very far +away of the shores of Yath and of those forbidding ancient ruins whose name is +forgotten. He found it best not to look around, and kept on climbing and +climbing till the shrubs became very sparse and there was often nothing but the +tough grass to cling to. + +Then the soil became meagre, with great patches of bare rock cropping out, and +now and then the nest of a condor in a crevice. Finally there was nothing at all +but the bare rock, and had it not been very rough and weathered, he could +scarcely have ascended farther. Knobs, ledges, and pinnacles, however, helped +greatly; and it was cheering to see occasionally the sign of some lava-gatherer +scratched clumsily in the friable stone, and know that wholesome human +creatures had been there before him. After a certain height the presence of man +was further shewn by handholds and footholds hewn where they were needed, +and by little quarries and excavations where some choice vein or stream of lava +had been found. In one place a narrow ledge had been chopped artificially to an +especially rich deposit far to the right of the main line of ascent. Once or twice +Carter dared to look around, and was almost stunned by the spread of landscape +below. All the island betwixt him and the coast lay open to his sight, with +Bahama's stone terraces and the smoke of its chimneys mystical in the distance. +And beyond that the illimitable Southern Sea with all its curious secrets. + +Thus far there had been much winding around the mountain, so that the farther +and carven side was still hidden. Carter now saw a ledge running upward and to +the left which seemed to head the way he wished, and this course he took in the +hope that it might prove continuous. After ten minutes he saw it was indeed no +cul-de-sac, but that it led steeply on in an arc which would, unless suddenly +interrupted or deflected, bring him after a few hours' climbing to that unknown +southern slope overlooking the desolate crags and the accursed valley of lava. As +new country came into view below him he saw that it was bleaker and wilder +than those seaward lands he had traversed. The mountain's side, too, was +somewhat different; being here pierced by curious cracks and caves not found on +the straighter route he had left. Some of these were above him and some beneath +him, all opening on sheerly perpendicular cliffs and wholly unreachable by the +feet of man. The air was very cold now, but so hard was the climbing that he did +not mind it. Only the increasing rarity bothered him, and he thought that +perhaps it was this which had turned the heads of other travellers and excited +those absurd tales of night-gaunts whereby they explained the loss of such +climbers as fell from these perilous paths. He was not much impressed by +travellers' tales, but had a good curved scimitar in case of any trouble. All lesser + + + + +thoughts were lost in the wish to see that carven face which might set him on the +track of the gods atop unknown Kadath. + +At last, in the fearsome iciness of upper space, he came round fully to the hidden +side of Ngranek and saw in infinite gulfs below him the lesser crags and sterile +abysses of lava which marked olden wrath of the Great Ones. There was +unfolded, too, a vast expanse of country to the south; but it was a desert land +without fair fields or cottage chimneys, and seemed to have no ending. No trace +of the sea was visible on this side, for Oriab is a great island. Black caverns and +odd crevices were still numerous on the sheer vertical cliffs, but none of them +was accessible to a climber. There now loomed aloft a great beetling mass which +hampered the upward view, and Carter was for a moment shaken with doubt +lest it prove impassable. Poised in windy insecurity miles above earth, with only +space and death on one side and only slippery walls of rock on the other, he +knew for a moment the fear that makes men shun Ngranek's hidden side. He +could not turn round, yet the sun was already low. If there were no way aloft, the +night would find him crouching there still, and the dawn would not find him at +all. + +But there was a way, and he saw it in due season. Only a very expert dreamer +could have used those imperceptible footholds, yet to Carter they were sufficient. +Surmounting now the outward-hanging rock, he found the slope above much +easier than that below, since a great glacier's melting had left a generous space +with loam and ledges. To the left a precipice dropped straight from unknown +heights to unknown depths, with a cave's dark mouth just out of reach above +him. Elsewhere, however, the mountain slanted back strongly, and even gave +him space to lean and rest. + +He felt from the chill that he must be near the snow line, and looked up to see +what glittering pinnacles might be shining in that late ruddy sunlight. Surely +enough, there was the snow uncounted thousands of feet above, and below it a +great beetling crag like that, he had just climbed; hanging there forever in bold +outline. And when he saw that crag he gasped and cried out aloud, and clutched +at the jagged rock in awe; for the titan bulge had not stayed as earth's dawn had +shaped it, but gleamed red and stupendous in the sunset with the carved and +polished features of a god. + +Stern and terrible shone that face that the sunset lit with fire. How vast it was no +mind can ever measure, but Carter knew at once that man could never have +fashioned it. It was a god chiselled by the hands of the gods, and it looked down +haughty and majestic upon the seeker. Rumour had said it was strange and not +to be mistaken, and Carter saw that it was indeed so; for those long narrow eyes + + + + +and long-lobed ears, and that thin nose and pointed chin, all spoke of a race that +is not of men but of gods. + +He clung overawed in that lofty and perilous eyrie, even though it was this +which he had expected and come to find; for there is in a god's face more of +marvel than prediction can tell, and when that face is vaster than a great temple +and seen looking downward at sunset in the scyptic silences of that upper world +from whose dark lava it was divinely hewn of old, the marvel is so strong that +none may escape it. + +Here, too, was the added marvel of recognition; for although he had planned to +search all dreamland over for those whose likeness to this face might mark them +as the god's children, he now knew that he need not do so. Certainly, the great +face carven on that mountain was of no strange sort, but the kin of such as he +had seen often in the taverns of the seaport Celephais which lies in Ooth-Nargai +beyond the Tanarian Hills and is ruled over by that King Kuranes whom Carter +once knew in waking life. Every year sailors with such a face came in dark ships +from the north to trade their onyx for the carved jade and spun gold and little red +singing birds of Celephais, and it was clear that these could be no others than the +hall-gods he sought. Where they dwelt, there must the cold waste lie close, and +within it unknown Kadath and its onyx castle for the Great Ones. So to Celephais +he must go, far distant from the isle of Oriab, and in such parts as would take +him back to Dylath-Teen and up the Skai to the bridge by Nir, and again into the +enchanted wood of the Zoogs, whence the way would bend northward through +the garden lands by Oukranos to the gilded spires of Thran, where he might find +a galleon bound over the Cerenarian Sea. + +But dusk was now thick, and the great carven face looked down even sterner in +shadow. Perched on that ledge night found the seeker; and in the blackness he +might neither go down nor go up, but only stand and cling and shiver in that +narrow place till the day came, praying to keep awake lest sleep loose his hold +and send him down the dizzy miles of air to the crags and sharp rocks of the +accursed valley. The stars came out, but save for them there was only black +nothingness in his eyes; nothingness leagued with death, against whose +beckoning he might do no more than cling to the rocks and lean back away from +an unseen brink. The last thing of earth that he saw in the gloaming was a condor +soaring close to the westward precipice beside him, and darting screaming away +when it came near the cave whose mouth yawned just out of reach. + +Suddenly, without a warning sound in the dark. Carter felt his curved scimitar +drawn stealthily out of his belt by some unseen hand. Then he heard it clatter +down over the rocks below. And between him and the Milky Way he thought he +saw a very terrible outline of something noxiously thin and horned and tailed + + + + +and bat-winged. Other things, too, had begun to blot out patches of stars west of +him, as if a flock of vague entities were flapping thickly and silently out of that +inaccessible cave in the face of the precipice. Then a sort of cold rubbery arm +seized his neck and something else seized his feet, and he was lifted +inconsiderately up and swung about in space. Another minute and the stars were +gone, and Carter knew that the night-gaunts had got him. + +They bore him breathless into that cliffside cavern and through monstrous +labyrinths beyond. When he struggled, as at first he did by instinct, they tickled +him with deliberation. They made no sound at all themselves, and even their +membranous wings were silent. They were frightfully cold and damp and +slippery, and their paws kneaded one detestably. Soon they were plunging +hideously downward through inconceivable abysses in a whirling, giddying, +sickening rush of dank, tomb-like air; and Carter felt they were shooting into the +ultimate vortex of shrieking and daemonic madness. He screamed again and +again, but whenever he did so the black paws tickled him with greater subtlety. +Then he saw a sort of grey phosphorescence about, and guessed they were +coming even to that inner world of subterrene horror of which dim legends tell, +and which is litten only by the pale death-fire wherewith reeks the ghoulish air +and the primal mists of the pits at earth's core. + +At last far below him he saw faint lines of grey and ominous pinnacles which he +knew must be the fabled Peaks of Throk. Awful and sinister they stand in the +haunted disc of sunless and eternal depths; higher than man may reckon, and +guarding terrible valleys where the Dholes crawl and burrow nastily. But Carter +preferred to look at them than at his captors, which were indeed shocking and +uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns +that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, +ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. +And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they +had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face +ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of +night-gaunts. + +As the band flew lower the Peaks of Throk rose grey and towering on all sides, +and one saw clearly that nothing lived on that austere and impressive granite of +the endless twilight. At still lower levels the death-fires in the air gave out, and +one met only the primal blackness of the void save aloft where the thin peaks +stood out goblin-like. Soon the peaks were very far away, and nothing about but +great rushing winds with the dankness of nethermost grottoes in them. Then in +the end the night-gaunts landed on a floor of unseen things which felt like layers +of bones, and left Carter all alone in that black valley. To bring him thither was +the duty of the night-gaunts that guard Ngranek; and this done, they flapped + + + + +away silently. When Carter tried to trace their flight he found he could not, since +even the Peaks of Throk had faded out of sight. There was nothing anywhere but +blackness and horror and silence and bones. + +Now Carter knew from a certain source that he was in the vale of Pnoth, where +crawl and burrow the enormous Dholes; but he did not know what to expect, +because no one has ever seen a Dhole or even guessed what such a thing may be +like. Dholes are known only by dim rumour, from the rustling they make +amongst mountains of bones and the slimy touch they have when they wriggle +past one. They cannot be seen because they creep only in the dark. Carter did not +wish to meet a Dhole, so listened intently for any sound in the unknown depths +of bones about him. Even in this fearsome place he had a plan and an objective, +for whispers of Pnoth were not unknown to one with whom he had talked much +in the old days. In brief, it seemed fairly likely that this was the spot into which +all the ghouls of the waking world cast the refuse of their feastings; and that if he +but had good luck he might stumble upon that mighty crag taller even than +Throk's peaks which marks the edge of their domain. Showers of bones would +tell him where to look, and once found he could call to a ghoul to let down a +ladder; for strange to say, he had a very singular link with these terrible +creatures. + +A man he had known in Boston - a painter of strange pictures with a secret +studio in an ancient and unhallowed alley near a graveyard - had actually made +friends with the ghouls and had taught him to understand the simpler part of +their disgusting meeping and glibbering. This man had vanished at last, and +Carter was not sure but that he might find him now, and use for the first time in +dreamland that far-away English of his dim waking life. In any case, he felt he +could persuade a ghoul to guide him out of Pnoth; and it would be better to meet +a ghoul, which one can see, than a Dhole, which one cannot see. + +So Carter walked in the dark, and ran when he thought he heard something +among the bones underfoot. Once he bumped into a stony slope, and knew it +must be the base of one of Throk's peaks. Then at last he heard a monstrous +rattling and clatter which reached far up in the air, and became sure he had come +nigh the crag of the ghouls. He was not sure he could be heard from this valley +miles below, but realised that the inner world has strange laws. As he pondered +he was struck by a flying bone so heavy that it must have been a skull, and +therefore realising his nearness to the fateful crag he sent up as best he might that +meeping cry which is the call of the ghoul. + +Sound travels slowly, so it was some time before he heard an answering glibber. +But it came at last, and before long he was told that a rope ladder would be +lowered. The wait for this was very tense, since there was no telling what might + + + + +not have been stirred up among those bones by his shouting. Indeed, it was not +long before he actually did hear a vague rustling afar off. As this thoughtfully +approached, he became more and more uncomfortable; for he did not wish to +move away from the spot where the ladder would come. Finally the tension +grew almost unbearable, and he was about to flee in panic when the thud of +something on the newly heaped bones nearby drew his notice from the other +sound. It was the ladder, and after a minute of groping he had it taut in his +hands. But the other sound did not cease, and followed him even as he climbed. +He had gone fully five feet from the ground when the rattling beneath waxed +emphatic, and was a good ten feet up when something swayed the ladder from +below. At a height which must have been fifteen or twenty feet he felt his whole +side brushed by a great slippery length which grew alternately convex and +concave with wriggling; and hereafter he climbed desperately to escape the +unendurable nuzzling of that loathsome and overfed Dhole whose form no man +might see. + +For hours he climbed with aching and blistered hands, seeing again the grey +death-fire and Throk's uncomfortable pinnacles. At last he discerned above him +the projecting edge of the great crag of the ghouls, whose vertical side he could +not glimpse; and hours later he saw a curious face peering over it as a gargoyle +peers over a parapet of Notre Dame. This almost made him lose his hold through +faintness, but a moment later he was himself again; for his vanished friend +Richard Pickman had once introduced him to a ghoul, and he knew well their +canine faces and slumping forms and unmentionable idiosyncrasies. So he had +himself well under control when that hideous thing pulled him out of the dizzy +emptiness over the edge of the crag, and did not scream at the partly consumed +refuse heaped at one side or at the squatting circles of ghouls who gnawed and +watched curiously. + +He was now on a dim-litten plain whose sole topographical features were great +boulders and the entrances of burrows. The ghouls were in general respectful, +even if one did attempt to pinch him while several others eyed his leanness +speculatively. Through patient glibbering he made inquiries regarding his +vanished friend, and found he had become a ghoul of some prominence in +abysses nearer the waking world. A greenish elderly ghoul offered to conduct +him to Pickman's present habitation, so despite a natural loathing he followed +the creature into a capacious burrow and crawled after him for hours in the +blackness of rank mould. They emerged on a dim plain strewn with singular +relics of earth - old gravestones, broken urns, and grotesque fragments of +monuments - and Carter realised with some emotion that he was probably +nearer the waking world than at any other time since he had gone down the +seven hundred steps from the cavern of flame to the Gate of Deeper Slumber. + + + + +There, on a tombstone of 1768 stolen from the Granary Burying Ground in +Boston, sat a ghoul which was once the artist Richard Upton Pickman. It was +naked and rubbery, and had acquired so much of the ghoulish physiognomy that +its human origin was already obscure. But it still remembered a little English, +and was able to converse with Carter in grunts and monosyllables, helped out +now and then by the glibbering of ghouls. When it learned that Carter wished to +get to the enchanted wood and from there to the city Celephais in Ooth-Nargai +beyond the Tanarian Hills, it seemed rather doubtful; for these ghouls of the +waking world do no business in the graveyards of upper dreamland (leaving +that to the red-footed wamps that are spawned in dead cities), and many things +intervene betwixt their gulf and the enchanted wood, including the terrible +kingdom of the Gugs. + +The Gugs, hairy and gigantic, once reared stone circles in that wood and made +strange sacrifices to the Other Gods and the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, until +one night an abomination of theirs reached the ears of earth's gods and they were +banished to caverns below. Only a great trap door of stone with an iron ring +connects the abyss of the earth-ghouls with the enchanted wood, and this the +Gugs are afraid to open because of a curse. That a mortal dreamer could traverse +their cavern realm and leave by that door is inconceivable; for mortal dreamers +were their former food, and they have legends of the toothsomeness of such +dreamers even though banishment has restricted their diet to the ghasts, those +repulsive beings which die in the light, and which live in the vaults of Zin and +leap on long hind legs like kangaroos. + +So the ghoul that was Pickman advised Carter either to leave the abyss at +Sarkomand, that deserted city in the valley below Leng where black nitrous +stairways guarded by winged diarote lions lead down from dreamland to the +lower gulfs, or to return through a churchyard to the waking world and begin +the quest anew down the seventy steps of light slumber to the cavern of flame +and the seven hundred steps to the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the enchanted +wood. This, however, did not suit the seeker; for he knew nothing of the way +from Leng to Ooth-Nargai, and was likewise reluctant to awake lest he forget all +he had so far gained in this dream. It was disastrous to his quest to forget the +august and celestial faces of those seamen from the north who traded onyx in +Celephais, and who, being the sons of gods, must point the way to the cold waste +and Kadath where the Great Ones dwell. + +After much persuasion the ghoul consented to guide his guest inside the great +wall of the Gugs' kingdom. There was one chance that Carter might be able to +steal through that twilight realm of circular stone towers at an hour when the +giants would be all gorged and snoring indoors, and reach the central tower with +the sign of Koth upon it, which has the stairs leading up to that stone trap door + + + + +in the enchanted wood. Pickman even consented to lend three ghouls to help +with a tombstone lever in raising the stone door; for of ghouls the Gugs are +somewhat afraid, and they often flee from their own colossal graveyards when +they see them feasting there. + +He also advised Carter to disguise as a ghoul himself; shaving the beard he had +allowed to grow (for ghouls have none), wallowing naked in the mould to get +the correct surface, and loping in the usual slumping way, with his clothing +carried in a bundle as if it were a choice morsel from a tomb. They would reach +the city of Gugs - which is coterminous with the whole kingdom - through the +proper burrows, emerging in a cemetery not far from the stair-containing Tower +of Koth. They must beware, however, of a large cave near the cemetery; for this is +the mouth of the vaults of Zin, and the vindictive ghasts are always on watch +there murderously for those denizens of the upper abyss who hunt and prey on +them. The ghasts try to come out when the Gugs sleep and they attack ghouls as +readily as Gugs, for they cannot discriminate. They are very primitive, and eat +one another. The Gugs have a sentry at a narrow in the vaults of Zin, but he is +often drowsy and is sometimes surprised by a party of ghasts. Though ghasts +cannot live in real light, they can endure the grey twilight of the abyss for hours. + +So at length Carter crawled through endless burrows with three helpful ghouls +bearing the slate gravestone of Col. Nepemiah Derby, obit 1719, from the Charter +Street Burying Ground in Salem. When they came again into open twilight they +were in a forest of vast lichened monoliths reaching nearly as high as the eye +could see and forming the modest gravestones of the Gugs. On the right of the +hole out of which they wriggled, and seen through aisles of monoliths, was a +stupendous vista of cyclopean round towers mounting up illimitable into the +grey air of inner earth. This was the great city of the Gugs, whose doorways are +thirty feet high. Ghouls come here often, for a buried Gug will feed a community +for almost a year, and even with the added peril it is better to burrow for Gugs +than to bother with the graves of men. Carter now understood the occasional +titan bones he had felt beneath him in the vale of Pnoth. + +Straight ahead, and just outside the cemetery, rose a sheer perpendicular cliff at +whose base an immense and forbidding cavern yawned. This the ghouls told +Carter to avoid as much as possible, since it was the entrance to the unhallowed +vaults of Zin where Gugs hunt ghasts in the darkness. And truly, that warning +was soon well justified; for the moment a ghoul began to creep toward the +towers to see if the hour of the Gugs' resting had been rightly timed, there +glowed in the gloom of that great cavern's mouth first one pair of yellowish-red +eyes and then another, implying that the Gugs were one sentry less, and that +ghasts have indeed an excellent sharpness of smell. So the ghoul returned to the +burrow and motioned his companions to be silent. It was best to leave the ghasts + + + + +to their own devices, and there was a possibihty that they might soon withdraw, +since they must naturally be rather tired after coping with a Gug sentry in the +black vaults. After a moment something about the size of a small horse hopped +out into the grey twilight, and Carter turned sick at the aspect of that scabrous +and unwholesome beast, whose face is so curiously human despite the absence +of a nose, a forehead, and other important particulars. + +Presently three other ghasts hopped out to join their fellow, and a ghoul +glibbered softly at Carter that their absence of battle-scars was a bad sign. It +proved that theY had not fought the Gug sentry at all, but had merely slipped +past him as he slept, so that their strength and savagery were still unimpaired +and would remain so till they had found and disposed of a victim. It was very +unpleasant to see those filthy and disproportioned animals which soon +numbered about fifteen, grubbing about and making their kangaroo leaps in the +grey twilight where titan towers and monoliths arose, but it was still more +unpleasant when they spoke among themselves in the coughing gutturals of +ghasts. And yet, horrible as they were, they were not so horrible as what +presently came out of the cave after them with disconcerting suddenness. + +It was a paw, fully two feet and a half across, and equipped with formidable +talons. Alter it came another paw, and after that a great black-furred arm to +which both of the paws were attached by short forearms. Then two pink eyes +shone, and the head of the awakened Gug sentry, large as a barrel, wabbled into +view. The eyes jutted two inches from each side, shaded by bony protuberances +overgrown with coarse hairs. But the head was chiefly terrible because of the +mouth. That mouth had great yellow fangs and ran from the top to the bottom of +the head, opening vertically instead of horizontally. + +But before that unfortunate Gug could emerge from the cave and rise to his full +twenty feet, the vindictive ghasts were upon him. Carter feared for a moment +that he would give an alarm and arouse all his kin, till a ghoul softly glibbered +that Gugs have no voice but talk by means of facial expression. The battle which +then ensued was truly a frightful one. From all sides the venomous ghasts +rushed feverishly at the creeping Gug, nipping and tearing with their muzzles, +and mauling murderously with their hard pointed hooves. All the time they +coughed excitedly, screaming when the great vertical mouth of the Gug would +occasionally bite into one of their number, so that the noise of the combat would +surely have aroused the sleeping city had not the weakening of the sentry begun +to transfer the action farther and farther within the cavern. As it was, the tumult +soon receded altogether from sight in the blackness, with only occasional evil +echoes to mark its continuance. + + + + +Then the most alert of the ghouls gave the signal for all to advance, and Carter +followed the loping three out of the forest of monoliths and into the dark +noisome streets of that awful city whose rounded towers of cyclopean stone +soared up beyond the sight. Silently they shambled over that rough rock +pavement, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great +black doorways which marked the slumber of the Gugs. Apprehensive of the +ending of the rest hour, the ghouls set a somewhat rapid pace; but even so the +journey was no brief one, for distances in that town of giants are on a great scale. +At last, however, they came to a somewhat open space before a tower even +vaster than the rest; above whose colossal doorway was fixed a monstrous +symbol in bas-relief which made one shudder without knowing its meaning. +This was the central tower with the sign of Koth, and those huge stone steps just +visible through the dusk within were the beginning of the great flight leading to +upper dreamland and the enchanted wood. + +There now began a climb of interminable length in utter blackness: made almost +impossible by the monstrous size of the steps, which were fashioned for Gugs, +and were therefore nearly a yard high. Of their number Carter could form no just +estimate, for he soon became so worn out that the tireless and elastic ghouls were +forced to aid him. All through the endless climb there lurked the peril of +detection and pursuit; for though no Gug dares lift the stone door to the forest +because of the Great One's curse, there are no such restraints concerning the +tower and the steps, and escaped ghasts are often chased, even to the very top. +So sharp are the ears of Gugs, that the bare feet and hands of the climbers might +readily be heard when the city awoke; and it would of course take but little time +for the striding giants, accustomed from their ghast-hunts in the vaults of Zin to +seeing without light, to overtake their smaller and slower quarry on those +cyclopean steps. It was very depressing to reflect that the silent pursuing Gugs +would not be heard at all, but would come very suddenly and shockingly in the +dark upon the climbers. Nor could the traditional fear of Gugs for ghouls be +depended upon in that peculiar place where the advantages lay so heavily with +the Gugs. There was also some peril from the furtive and venomous ghasts, +which frequently hopped up onto the tower during the sleep hour of the Gugs. If +the Gugs slept long, and the ghasts returned soon from their deed in the cavern, +the scent of the climbers might easily be picked up by those loathsome and ill- +disposed things; in which case it would almost be better to be eaten by a Gug. + +Then, after aeons of climbing, there came a cough from the darkness above; and +matters assumed a very grave and unexpected turn. + +It was clear that a ghast, or perhaps even more, had strayed into that tower +before the coming of Carter and his guides; and it was equally clear that this peril +was very close. Alter a breathless second the leading ghoul pushed Carter to the + + + + +wall and arranged his kinfolk in the best possible way, with the old slate +tombstone raised for a crushing blow whenever the enemy might come in sight. +Ghouls can see in the dark, so the party was not as badly off as Carter would +have been alone. In another moment the clatter of hooves revealed the +downward hopping of at least one beast, and the slab-bearing ghouls poised +their weapon for a desperate blow. Presently two yellowish-red eyes flashed into +view, and the panting of the ghast became audible above its clattering. As it +hopped down to the step above the ghouls, they wielded the ancient gravestone +with prodigious force, so that there was only a wheeze and a choking before the +victim collapsed in a noxious heap. There seemed to be only this one animal, and +after a moment of listening the ghouls tapped Carter as a signal to proceed again. +As before, they were obliged to aid him; and he was glad to leave that place of +carnage where the ghast's uncouth remains sprawled invisible in the blackness. + +At last the ghouls brought their companion to a halt; and feeling above him. +Carter realised that the great stone trap door was reached at last. To open so vast +a thing completely was not to be thought of, but the ghouls hoped to get it up +just enough to slip the gravestone under as a prop, and permit Carter to escape +through the crack. They themselves planned to descend again and return +through the city of the Gugs, since their elusiveness was great, and they did not +know the way overland to spectral Sarkomand with its lion-guarded gate to the +abyss. + +Mighty was the straining of those three ghouls at the stone of the door above +them, and Carter helped push with as much strength as he had. They judged the +edge next the top of the staircase to be the right one, and to this they bent all the +force of their disreputably nourished muscles. Alter a few moments a crack of +light appeared; and Carter, to whom that task had been entrusted, slipped the +end of the old gravestone in the aperture. There now ensued a mighty heaving; +but progress was very slow, and they had of course to return to their first +position every time they failed to turn the slab and prop the portal open. + +Suddenly their desperation was magnified a thousand fold by a sound on the +steps below them. It was only the thumping and rattling of the slain ghast's +hooved body as it rolled down to lower levels; but of all the possible causes of +that body's dislodgement and rolling, none was in the least reassuring. +Therefore, knowing the ways of Gugs, the ghouls set to with something of a +frenzy; and in a surprisingly short time had the door so high that they were able +to hold it still whilst Carter turned the slab and left a generous opening. They +now helped Carter through, letting him climb up to their rubbery shoulders and +later guiding his feet as he clutched at the blessed soil of the upper dreamland +outside. Another second and they were through themselves, knocking away the +gravestone and closing the great trap door while a panting became audible + + + + +beneath. Because of the Great One's curse no Gug might ever emerge from that +portal, so with a deep rehef and sense of repose Carter lay quietly on the thick +grotesque fungi of the enchanted wood while his guides squatted near in the +manner that ghouls rest. + +Weird as was that enchanted wood through which he had fared so long ago, it +was verily a haven and a delight after those gulfs he had now left behind. There +was no living denizen about, for Zoogs shun the mysterious door in fear and +Carter at once consulted with his ghouls about their future course. To return +through the tower they no longer dared, and the waking world did not appeal to +them when they learned that they must pass the priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah +in the cavern of flame. So at length they decided to return through Sarkomand +and its gate of the abyss, though of how to get there they knew nothing. Carter +recalled that it lies in the valley below Leng, and recalled likewise that he had +seen in Dylath-Leen a sinister, slant-eyed old merchant reputed to trade on Leng, +therefore he advised the ghouls to seek out Dylath-Leen, crossing the fields to +Nir and the Skai and following the river to its mouth. This they at once resolved +to do, and lost no time in loping off, since the thickening of the dusk promised a +full night ahead for travel. And Carter shook the paws of those repulsive beasts, +thanking them for their help and sending his gratitude to the beast which once +was Pickman; but could not help sighing with pleasure when they left. For a +ghoul is a ghoul, and at best an unpleasant companion for man. After that Carter +sought a forest pool and cleansed himself of the mud of nether earth, thereupon +reassuming the clothes he had so carefully carried. + +It was now night in that redoubtable wood of monstrous trees, but because of the +phosphorescence one might travel as well as by day; wherefore Carter set out +upon the well-known route toward Celephais, in Ooth-Nargai beyond the +Tanarian Hills. And as he went he thought of the zebra he had left tethered to an +ash-tree on Ngranek in far-away Oriab so many aeons ago, and wondered if any +lava-gatherers had fed and released it. And he wondered, too, if he would ever +return to Bahama and pay for the zebra that was slain by night in those ancient +ruins by Yath's shore, and if the old tavernkeeper would remember him. Such +were the thoughts that came to him in the air of the regained upper dreamland. + +But presently his progress was halted by a sound from a very large hollow tree. +He had avoided the great circle of stones, since he did not care to speak with +Zoogs just now; but it appeared from the singular fluttering in that huge tree that +important councils were in session elsewhere. Upon drawing nearer he made out +the accents of a tense and heated discussion; and before long became conscious +of matters which he viewed with the greatest concern. For a war on the cats was +under debate in that sovereign assembly of Zoogs. It all came from the loss of the +party which had sneaked after Carter to Ulthar, and which the cats had justly + + + + +punished for unsuitable intentions. The matter had long rankled; and now, or at +least within a month, the marshalled Zoogs were about to strike the whole feline +tribe in a series of surprise attacks, taking individual cats or groups of cats +unawares, and giving not even the myriad cats of Ulthar a proper chance to drill +and mobilise. This was the plan of the Zoogs, and Carter saw that he must foil it +before leaving upon his mighty quest. + +Very quietly therefore did Randolph Carter steal to the edge of the wood and +send the cry of the cat over the starlit fields. And a great grimalkin in a nearby +cottage took up the burden and relayed it across leagues of rolling meadow to +warriors large and small, black, grey, tiger, white, yellow, and mixed, and it +echoed through Nir and beyond the Skai even into Ulthar, and Ulthar's +numerous cats called in chorus and fell into a line of march. It was fortunate that +the moon was not up, so that all the cats were on earth. Swiftly and silently +leaping, they sprang from every hearth and housetop and poured in a great furry +sea across the plains to the edge of the wood. Carter was there to greet them, and +the sight of shapely, wholesome cats was indeed good for his eyes after the +things he had seen and walked with in the abyss. He was glad to see his +venerable friend and one-time rescuer at the head of Ulthar's detachment, a +collar of rank around his sleek neck, and whiskers bristling at a martial angle. +Better still, as a sub-lieutenant in that army was a brisk young fellow who proved +to be none other than the very little kitten at the inn to whom Carter had given a +saucer of rich cream on that long-vanished morning in Ulthar. He was a +strapping and promising cat now, and purred as he shook hands with his friend. +His grandfather said he was doing very well in the army, and that he might well +expect a captaincy after one more campaign. + +Carter now outlined the peril of the cat tribe, and was rewarded by deep- +throated purrs of gratitude from all sides. Consulting with the generals, he +prepared a plan of instant action which involved marching at once upon the +Zoog council and other known strongholds of Zoogs; forestalling their surprise +attacks and forcing them to terms before the mobilization of their army of +invasion. Thereupon without a moment's loss that great ocean of cats flooded the +enchanted wood and surged around the council tree and the great stone circle. +Flutterings rose to panic pitch as the enemy saw the newcomers and there was +very little resistance among the furtive and curious brown Zoogs. They saw that +they were beaten in advance, and turned from thoughts of vengeance to +thoughts of present self-preservation. + +Half the cats now seated themselves in a circular formation with the captured +Zoogs in the centre, leaving open a lane down which were marched the +additional captives rounded up by the other cats in other parts of the wood. +Terms were discussed at length. Carter acting as interpreter, and it was decided + + + + +that the Zoogs might remain a free tribe on condition of rendering to the cats a +large tribute of grouse, quail, and pheasants from the less fabulous parts of the +forest. Twelve young Zoogs of noble families were taken as hostages to be kept +in the Temple of Cats at Ulthar, and the victors made it plain that any +disappearances of cats on the borders of the Zoog domain would be followed by +consequences highly disastrous to Zoogs. These matters disposed of, the +assembled cats broke ranks and permitted the Zoogs to slink off one by one to +their respective homes, which they hastened to do with many a sullen backward +glance. + +The old cat general now offered Carter an escort through the forest to whatever +border he wished to reach, deeming it likely that the Zoogs would harbour dire +resentment against him for the frustration of their warlike enterprise. This offer +he welcomed with gratitude; not only for the safety it afforded, but because he +liked the graceful companionship of cats. So in the midst of a pleasant and +playful regiment, relaxed after the successful performance of its duty, Randolph +Carter walked with dignity through that enchanted and phosphorescent wood of +titan trees, talking of his quest with the old general and his grandson whilst +others of the band indulged in fantastic gambols or chased fallen leaves that the +wind drove among the fungi of that primeval floor. And the old cat said that he +had heard much of unknown Kadath in the cold waste, but did not know where +it was. As for the marvellous sunset city, he had not even heard of that, but +would gladly relay to Carter anything he might later learn. + +He gave the seeker some passwords of great value among the cats of dreamland, +and commended him especially to the old chief of the cats in Celephais, whither +he was bound. That old cat, already slightly known to Carter, was a dignified +maltese; and would prove highly influential in any transaction. It was dawn +when they came to the proper edge of the wood, and Carter bade his friends a +reluctant farewell. The young sub-lieutenant he had met as a small kitten would +have followed him had not the old general forbidden it, but that austere +patriarch insisted that the path of duty lay with the tribe and the army. So Carter +set out alone over the golden fields that stretched mysterious beside a willow- +fringed river, and the cats went back into the wood. + +Well did the traveller know those garden lands that lie betwixt the wood of the +Cerenerian Sea, and blithely did he follow the singing river Oukianos that +marked his course. The sun rose higher over gentle slopes of grove and lawn, +and heightened the colours of the thousand flowers that starred each knoll and +dangle. A blessed haze lies upon all this region, wherein is held a little more of +the sunlight than other places hold, and a little more of the summer's humming +music of birds and bees; so that men walk through it as through a faery place, +and feel greater joy and wonder than they ever afterward remember. + + + + +By noon Carter reached the jasper terraces of Kiran which slope down to the +river's edge and bear that temple of loveliness wherein the King of Ilek-Vad +comes from his far realm on the twilight sea once a year in a golden palanqnin to +pray to the god of Oukianos, who sang to him in youth when he dwelt in a +cottage by its banks. All of jasper is that temple, and covering an acre of ground +with its walls and courts, its seven pinnacled towers, and its inner shrine where +the river enters through hidden channels and the god sings softly in the night. +Many times the moon hears strange music as it shines on those courts and +terraces and pinnacles, but whether that music be the song of the god or the +chant of the cryptical priests, none but the King of Ilek-Vad may say; for only he +had entered the temple or seen the priests. Now, in the drowsiness of day, that +carven and delicate fane was silent, and Carter heard only the murmur of the +great stream and the hum of the birds and bees as he walked onward under the +enchanted sun. + +All that afternoon the pilgrim wandered on through perfumed meadows and in +the lee of gentle riverward hills bearing peaceful thatched cottages and the +shrines of amiable gods carven from jasper or chrysoberyl. Sometimes he walked +close to the bank of Oukianos and whistled to the sprightly and iridescent fish of +that crystal stream, and at other times he paused amidst the whispering rushes +and gazed at the great dark wood on the farther side, whose trees came down +clear to the water's edge. In former dreams he had seen quaint lumbering +buopoths come shyly out of that wood to drink, but now he could not glimpse +any. Once in a while he paused to watch a carnivorous fish catch a fishing bird, +which it lured to the water by showing its tempting scales in the sun, and +grasped by the beak with its enormous mouth as the winged hunter sought to +dart down upon it. + +Toward evening he mounted a low grassy rise and saw before him flaming in the +sunset the thousand gilded spires of Thran. Lofty beyond belief are the alabaster +walls of that incredible city, sloping inward toward the top and wrought in one +solid piece by what means no man knows, for they are more ancient than +memory. Yet lofty as they are with their hundred gates and two hundred turrets, +the clustered towers within, all white beneath their golden spires, are loftier still; +so that men on the plain around see them soaring into the sky, sometimes +shining clear, sometimes caught at the top in tangles of cloud and mist, and +sometimes clouded lower down with their utmost pinnacles blazing free above +the vapours. And where Thran's gates open on the river are great wharves of +marble, with ornate galleons of fragrant cedar and calamander riding gently at +anchor, and strange bearded sailors sitting on casks and bales with the +hieroglyphs of far places. Landward beyond the walls lies the farm country, +where small white cottages dream between little hills, and narrow roads with +many stone bridges wind gracefully among streams and gardens. + + + + +Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening, and saw twilight +float up from the river to the marvellous golden spires of Thran. And just at the +hour of dusk he came to the southern gate, and was stopped by a red-robed +sentry till he had told three dreams beyond belief, and proved himself a dreamer +worthy to walk up Thran's steep mysterious streets and linger in the bazaars +where the wares of the ornate galleons were sold. Then into that incredible city +he walked; through a wall so thick that the gate was a tunnel, and thereafter +amidst curved and undulant ways winding deep and narrow between the +heavenward towers. Lights shone through grated and balconied windows, +and,the sound of lutes and pipes stole timid from inner courts where marble +fountains bubbled. Carter knew his way, and edged down through darker streets +to the river, where at an old sea tavern he found the captains and seamen he had +known in myriad other dreams. There he bought his passage to Celephais on a +great green galleon, and there he stopped for the night after speaking gravely to +the venerable cat of that inn, who blinked dozing before an enormous hearth and +dreamed of old wars and forgotten gods. + +In the morning Carter boarded the galleon bound for Celephais, and sat in the +prow as the ropes were cast off and the long sail down to the Cerenerian Sea +begun. For many leagues the banks were much as they were above Thran, with +now and then a curious temple rising on the farther hills toward the right, and a +drowsy village on the shore, with steep red roofs and nets spread in the sun. +Mindful of his search. Carter questioned all the mariners closely about those +whom they had met in the taverns of Celephais, asking the names and ways of +the strange men with long, narrow eyes, long-lobed ears, thin noses, and pointed +chins who came in dark ships from the north and traded onyx for the carved jade +and spun gold and little red singing birds of Celephais. Of these men the sailors +knew not much, save that they talked but seldom and spread a kind of awe +about them. + +Their land, very far away, was called Inquanok, and not many people cared to go +thither because it was a cold twilight land, and said to be close to unpleasant +Leng; although high impassable mountains towered on the side where Leng was +thought to lie, so that none might say whether this evil plateau with its horrible +stone villages and unmentionable monastery were really there, or whether the +rumour were only a fear that timid people felt in the night when those +formidable barrier peaks loomed black against a rising moon. Certainly, men +reached Leng from very different oceans. Of other boundaries of Inquanok those +sailors had no notion, nor had they heard of the cold waste and unknown Kadath +save from vague unplaced report. And of the marvellous sunset city which +Carter sought they knew nothing at all. So the traveller asked no more of far +things, but bided his time till he might talk with those strange men from cold and + + + + +twilight Inquanok who are the seed of such gods as carved their features on +Ngranek. + +Late in the day the galleon reached those bends of the river which traverse the +perfumed jungles of Kied. Here Carter wished he might disembark, for in those +tropic tangles sleep wondrous palaces of ivory, lone and unbroken, where once +dwelt fabulous monarchs of a land whose name is forgotten. Spells of the Elder +Ones keep those places unharmed and undecayed, for it is written that there may +one day be need of them again; and elephant caravans have glimpsed them from +afar by moonlight, though none dares approach them closely because of the +guardians to which their wholeness is due. But the ship swept on, and dusk +hushed the hum of the day, and the first stars above blinked answers to the early +fireflies on the banks as that jungle fell far behind, leaving only its fragrance as a +memory that it had been. And all through the night that galleon floated on past +mysteries unseen and unsuspected. Once a lookout reported fires on the hills to +the east, but the sleepy captain said they had better not be looked at too much, +since it was highly uncertain just who or what had lit them. + +In the morning the river had broadened out greatly, and Carter saw by the +houses along the banks that they were close to the vast trading city of Hlanith on +the Cerenerian Sea. Here the walls are of rugged granite, and the houses +peakedly fantastic with beamed and plastered gables. The men of Hlanith are +more like those of the waking world than any others in dreamland; so that the +city is not sought except for barter, but is prized for the solid work of its artisans. +The wharves of Hlanith are of oak, and there the galleon made fast while the +captain traded in the taverns. Carter also went ashore, and looked curiously +upon the rutted streets where wooden ox carts lumbered and feverish merchants +cried their wares vacuously in the bazaars. The sea taverns were all close to the +wharves on cobbled lanes salted with the spray of high tides, and seemed +exceedingly ancient with their low black-beamed ceilings and casements of +greenish bull's-eye panes. Ancient sailors in those taverns talked much of distant +ports, and told many stories of the curious men from twilight Inquanok, but had +little to add to what the seamen of the galleon had told. Then at last, after much +unloading and loading, the ship set sail once more over the sunset sea, and the +high walls and gables of Hlanith grew less as the last golden light of day lent +them a wonder and beauty beyond any that men had given them. + +Two nights and two days the galleon sailed over the Cerenerian Sea, sighting no +land and speaking but one other vessel. Then near sunset of the second day there +loomed up ahead the snowy peak of Aran with its gingko-trees swaying on the +lower slope, and Carter knew that they were come to the land of Ooth-Nargai +and the marvellous city of Celephais. Swiftly there came into sight the glittering +minarets of that fabulous town, and the untarnished marble walls with their + + + + +bronze statues, and the great stone bridge where Naraxa joins the sea. Then rose +the gentle hills behind the town, with their groves and gardens of asphodels and +the small shrines and cottages upon them; and far in the background the purple +ridge of the Tanarians, potent and mystical, behind which lay forbidden ways +into the waking world and toward other regions of dream. + +The harbour was full of painted galleys, some of which were from the marble +cloud-city of Serannian, that lies in ethereal space beyond where the sea meets +the sky, and some of which were from more substantial parts of dreamland. +Among these the steersman threaded his way up to the spice-fragrant wharves, +where the galleon made fast in the dusk as the city's million lights began to +twinkle out over the water. Ever new seemed this deathless city of vision, for +here time has no power to tarnish or destroy. As it has always been is still the +turquoise of Nath-Horthath, and the eighty orchid-wreathed priests are the same +who builded it ten thousand years ago. Shining still is the bronze of the great +gates, nor are the onyx pavements ever worn or broken. And the great bronze +statues on the walls look down on merchants and camel drivers older than fable, +yet without one grey hair in their forked beards. + +Carter did not once seek out the temple or the palace or the citadel, but stayed by +the seaward wall among traders and sailors. And when it was too late for +rumours and legends he sought out an ancient tavern he knew well, and rested +with dreams of the gods on unknown Kadath whom he sought. The next day he +searched all along the quays for some of the strange mariners of Inquanok, but +was told that none were now in port, their galley not being due from the north +for full two weeks. He found, however, one Thorabonian sailor who had been to +Inquanok and had worked in the onyx quarries of that twilight place; and this +sailor said there was certainly a descent to the north of the peopled region, which +everybody seemed to fear and shun. The Thorabonian opined that this desert led +around the utmost rim of impassable peaks into Leng's horrible plateau, and that +this was why men feared it; though he admitted there were other vague tales of +evil presences and nameless sentinels. Whether or not this could be the fabled +waste wherein unknown Kadath stands he did not know; but it seemed unlikely +that those presences and sentinels, if indeed they existed, were stationed for +nought. + +On the following day Carter walked up the Street of the Pillars to the turquoise +temple and talked with the High-Priest. Though Nath-Horthath is chiefly +worshipped in Celephais, all the Great Ones are mentioned in diurnal prayers; +and the priest was reasonably versed in their moods. Like Atal in distant Ulthar, +he strongly advised against any attempts to see them; declaring that they are +testy and capricious, and subject to strange protection from the mindless Other +Gods from Outside, whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos + + + + +Nyarlathotep. Their jealous hiding of the marvellous sunset city shewed clearly +that they did not wish Carter to reach it, and it was doubtful how they would +regard a guest whose object was to see them and plead before them. No man had +ever found Kadath in the past, and it might be just as well if none ever found it in +the future. Such rumours as were told about that onyx castle of the Great Ones +were not by any means reassuring. + +Having thanked the orchid-crowned High-Priest, Carter left the temple and +sought out the bazaar of the sheep-butchers, where the old chief of Celephais' +cats dwelt sleek and contented. That grey and dignified being was sunning +himself on the onyx pavement, and extended a languid paw as his caller +approached. But when Carter repeated the passwords and introductions +furnished him by the old cat general of Ulthar, the furry patriarch became very +cordial and communicative; and told much of the secret lore known to cats on +the seaward slopes of Ooth-Nargai. Best of all, he repeated several things told +him furtively by the timid waterfront cats of Celephais about the men of +Inquanok, on whose dark ships no cat will go. + +It seems that these men have an aura not of earth about them, though that is not +the reason why no cat will sail on their ships. The reason for this is that Inquanok +holds shadows which no cat can endure, so that in all that cold twilight realm +there is never a cheering purr or a homely mew. Whether it be because of things +wafted over the impassable peaks from hypothetical Leng, or because of things +filtering down from the chilly desert to the north, none may say; but it remains a +fact that in that far land there broods a hint of outer space which cats do not like, +and to which they are more sensitive than men. Therefore they will not go on the +dark ships that seek the basalt quays of Inquanok. + +The old chief of the cats also told him where to find his friend King Kuranes, +who in Carter's latter dreams had reigned alternately in the rose-crystal Palace of +the Seventy Delights at Celephais and in the turreted cloud-castle of sky-floating +Serannian. It seemed that he could no more find content in those places, but had +formed a mighty longing for the English cliffs and downlands of his boyhood; +where in little dreaming villages England's old songs hover at evening behind +lattice windows, and where grey church towers peep lovely through the verdure +of distant valleys. He could not go back to these things in the waking world +because his body was dead; but he had done the next best thing and dreamed a +small tract of such countryside in the region east of the city where meadows roll +gracefully up from the sea-cliffs to the foot of the Tanarian Hills. There he dwelt +in a grey Gothic manor-house of stone looking on the sea, and tried to think it +was ancient Trevor Towers, where he was born and where thirteen generations +of his forefathers had first seen the light. And on the coast nearby he had built a +little Cornish fishing village with steep cobbled ways, settling therein such + + + + +people as had the most Enghsh faces, and seeking ever to teach them the dear +remembered accents of old Cornwall fishers. And in a valley not far off he had +reared a great Norman Abbey whose tower he could see from his window, +placing around it in the churchyard grey stones with the names of his ancestors +carved thereon, and with a moss somewhat like Old England's moss. For though +Kuranes was a monarch in the land of dream, with all imagined pomps and +marvels, splendours and beauties, ecstasies and delights, novelties and +excitements at his command, he would gladly have resigned forever the whole of +his power and luxury and freedom for one blessed day as a simple boy in that +pure and quiet England, that ancient, beloved England which had moulded his +being and of which he must always be immutably a part. + +So when Carter bade that old grey chief of the cats adieu, he did not seek the +terraced palace of rose crystal but walked out the eastern gate and across the +daisied fields toward a peaked gable which he glimpsed through the oaks of a +park sloping up to the sea-cliffs. And in time he came to a great hedge and a gate +with a little brick lodge, and when he rang the bell there hobbled to admit him +no robed and annointed lackey of the palace, but a small stubby old man in a +smock who spoke as best he could in the quaint tones of far Cornwall. And +Carter walked up the shady path between trees as near as possible to England's +trees, and clumbed the terraces among gardens set out as in Queen Anne's time. +At the door, flanked by stone cats in the old way, he was met by a whiskered +butler in suitable livery; and was presently taken to the library where Kuranes, +Lord of Ooth-Nargai and the Sky around Serannian, sat pensive in a chair by the +window looking on his little seacoast village and wishing that his old nurse +would come in and scold him because he was not ready for that hateful lawn- +party at the vicar's, with the carriage waiting and his mother nearly out of +patience. + +Kuranes, clad in a dressing gown of the sort favoured by London tailors in his +youth, rose eagerly to meet his guest; for the sight of an Anglo-Saxon from the +waking world was very dear to him, even if it was a Saxon from Boston, +Massachusetts, instead of from Cornwall. And for long they talked of old times, +having much to say because both were old dreamers and well versed in the +wonders of incredible places. Kuranes, indeed, had been out beyond the stars in +the ultimate void, and was said to be the only one who had ever returned sane +from such a voyage. + +At length Carter brought up the subject of his quest, and asked of his host those +questions he had asked of so many others. Kuranes did not know where Kadath +was, or the marvellous sunset city; but he did know that the Great Ones were +very dangerous creatures to seek out, and that the Other Gods had strange ways +of protecting them from impertinent curiosity. He had learned much of the Other + + + + +Gods in distant parts of space, especially in that region where form does not +exist, and coloured gases study the innermost secrets. The violet gas S'ngac had +told him terrible things of the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, and had warned him +never to approach the central void where the daemon sultan Azathoth gnaws +hungrily in the dark. + +Altogether, it was not well to meddle with the Elder Ones; and if they +persistently denied all access to the marvellous sunset city, it were better not to +seek that city. + +Kuranes furthermore doubted whether his guest would profit aught by coming +to the city even were he to gain it. He himself had dreamed and yearned long +years for lovely Celephais and the land of Ooth-Nargai, and for the freedom and +colour and high experience of life devoid of its chains, and conventions, and +stupidities. But now that he was come into that city and that land, and was the +king thereof, he found the freedom and the vividness all too soon worn out, and +monotonous for want of linkage with anything firm in his feelings and +memories. He was a king in Ooth-Nargai, but found no meaning therein, and +drooped always for the old familiar things of England that had shaped his youth. +All his kingdom would he give for the sound of Cornish church bells over the +downs, and all the thousand minarets of Celephais for the steep homely roofs of +the village near his home. So he told his guest that the unknown sunset city +might not hold quite that content he sought, and that perhaps it had better +remain a glorious and half-remembered dream. For he had visited Carter often in +the old waking days, and knew well the lovely New England slopes that had +given him birth. + +At the last, he was very certain, the seeker would long only for the early +remembered scenes; the glow of Beacon Hill at evening, the tall steeples and +winding hill streets of quaint Kingsport, the hoary gambrel roofs of ancient and +witch-haunted Arkham, and the blessed meads and valleys where stone walls +rambled and white farmhouse gables peeped out from bowers of verdure. These +things he told Randolph Carter, but still the seeker held to his purpose. And in +the end they parted each with his own conviction, and Carter went back through +the bronze gate into Celephais and down the Street of Pillars to the old sea wall, +where he talked more with the mariners of far ports and waited for the dark ship +from cold and twilight Inquanok, whose strange-faced sailors and onyx-traders +had in them the blood of the Great Ones. + +One starlit evening when the Pharos shone splendid over the harbour the +longed-for ship put in, and strange-faced sailors and traders appeared one by +one and group by group in the ancient taverns along the sea wall. It was very +exciting to see again those living faces so like the godlike features of Ngranek, + + + + +but Carter did not hasten to speak with the silent seamen. He did not know how +much of pride and secrecy and dim supernal memory might fill those children of +the Great Ones, and was sure it would not be wise to tell them of his quest or ask +too closely of that cold desert stretching north of their twilight land. They talked +little with the other folk in those ancient sea taverns; but would gather in groups +in remote comers and sing among themselves the haunting airs of unknown +places, or chant long tales to one another in accents alien to the rest of +dreamland. And so rare and moving were those airs and tales that one might +guess their wonders from the faces of those who listened, even though the words +came to common ears only as strange cadence and obscure melody. + +For a week the strange seamen lingered in the taverns and traded in the bazaars +of Celephais, and before they sailed Carter had taken passage on their dark ship, +telling them that he was an old onyx miner and wishful to work in their quarries. +That ship was very lovey and cunningly wrought, being of teakwood with ebony +fittings and traceries of gold, and the cabin in which the traveller lodged had +hangings of silk and velvet. One morning at the turn of the tide the sails were +raised and the anchor lilted, and as Carter stood on the high stern he saw the +sunrise-blazing walls and bronze statues and golden minarets of ageless +Celephais sink into the distance, and the snowy peak of Mount Man grow +smaller and smaller. By noon there was nothing in sight save the gentle blue of +the Cerenerian Sea, with one painted galley afar off bound for that realm of +Serannian where the sea meets the sky. + +And the night came with gorgeous stars, and the dark ship steered for Charles' +Wain and the Little Bear as they swung slowly round the pole. And the sailors +sang strange songs of unknown places, and they stole off one by one to the +forecastle while the wistful watchers murmured old chants and leaned over the +rail to glimpse the luminous fish playing in bowers beneath the sea. Carter went +to sleep at midnight, and rose in the glow of a young morning, marking that the +sun seemed farther south than was its wont. And all through that second day he +made progress in knowing the men of the ship, getting them little by little to talk +of their cold twilight land, of their exquisite onyx city, and of their fear of the +high and impassable peaks beyond which Leng was said to be. They told him +how sorry they were that no cats would stay in the land of Inquanok, and how +they thought the hidden nearness of Leng was to blame for it. Only of the stony +desert to the north they would not talk. There was something disquieting about +that desert, and it was thought expedient not to admit its existence. + +On later days they talked of the quarries in which Carter said he was going to +work. There were many of them, for all the city of Inquanok was builded of +onyx, whilst great polished blocks of it were traded in Rinar, Ogrothan, and +Celephais and at home with the merchants of Thraa, Flarnek, and Kadatheron, + + + + +for the beautiful wares of those fabulous ports. And far to the north, almost in +the cold desert whose existence the men of Inquanok did not care to admit, there +was an unused quarry greater than all the rest; from which had been hewn in +forgotten times such prodigious lumps and blocks that the sight of their chiselled +vacancies struck terror to all who beheld. Who had mined those incredible +blocks, and whither they had been transported, no man might say; but it was +thought best not to trouble that quarry, around which such inhuman memories +might conceivably cling. So it was left all alone in the twilight, with only the +raven and the rumoured Shantak-bird to brood on its immensities, when Carter +heard of this quarry he was moved to deep thought, for he knew from old tales +that the Great Ones' castle atop unknown Kadath is of onyx. + +Each day the sun wheeled lower and lower in the sky, and the mists overhead +grew thicker and thicker. And in two weeks there was not any sunlight at all, but +only a weird grey twilight shining through a dome of eternal cloud by day, and a +cold starless phosphorescence from the under side of that cloud by night. On the +twentieth day a great jagged rock in the sea was sighted from afar, the first land +glimpsed since Man's snowy peak had dwindled behind the ship. Carter asked +the captain the name of that rock, but was told that it had no name and had +never been sought by any vessel because of the sounds that came from it at night. +And when, after dark, a dull and ceaseless howling arose from that jagged +granite place, the traveller was glad that no stop had been made, and that the +rock had no name. The seamen prayed and chanted till the noise was out of +earshot, and Carter dreamed terrible dreams within dreams in the small hours. + +Two mornings after that there loomed far ahead and to the east a line of great +grey peaks whose tops were lost in the changeless clouds of that twilight world. +And at the sight of them the sailors sang glad songs, and some knelt down on the +deck to pray, so that Carter knew they were come to the land of Inquanok and +would soon be moored to the basalt quays of the great town bearing that land's +name. Toward noon a dark coastline appeared, and before three o'clock there +stood out against the north the bulbous domes and fantastic spires of the onyx +city. Rare and curious did that archaic city rise above its walls and quays, all of +delicate black with scrolls, flutings, and arabesques of inlaid gold. Tall and +many-windowed were the houses, and carved on every side with flowers and +patterns whose dark symmetries dazzled the eye with a beauty more poignant +than light. Some ended in swelling domes that tapered to a point, others in +terraced pyramids whereon rose clustered minarets displaying every phase of +strangeness and imagination. The walls were low, and pierced by frequent gates, +each under a great arch rising high above the general level and capped by the +head of a god chiselled with that same skill displayed in the monstrous face on +distant Ngranek. On a hill in the centre rose a sixteen-angled tower greater than +all the rest and bearing a high pinnacled belfry resting on a flattened dome. This, + + + + +the seamen said, was the Temple of the Elder Ones, and was ruled by an old +High-Priest sad with inner secrets. + +At intervals the clang of a strange bell shivered over the onyx city, answered +each time by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, viols, and chanting voices. +And from a row of tripods on a galley round the high dome of the temple there +burst flares of flame at certain moments; for the priests and people of that city +were wise in the primal mysteries, and faithful in keeping the rhythms of the +Great Ones as set forth in scrolls older than the Pnakotic Manuscripts. As the +ship rode past the great basalt breakwater into the harbour the lesser noises of +the city grew manifest, and Carter saw the slaves, sailors, and merchants on the +docks. The sailors and merchants were of the strange-faced race of the gods, but +the slaves were squat, slant-eyed folk said by rumour to have drifted somehow +across or around the impassable peaks from the valleys beyond Leng. The +wharves reached wide outside the city wall and bore upon them all manner of +merchandise from the galleys anchored there, while at one end were great piles +of onyx both carved and uncarved awaiting shipment to the far markets of Rinar, +Ograthan and Celephais. + +It was not yet evening when the dark ship anchored beside a jutting quay of +stone, and all the sailors and traders filed ashore and through the arched gate +into the city. The streets of that city were paved with onyx and some of them +were wide and straight whilst others were crooked and narrow. The houses near +the water were lower than the rest, and bore above their curiously arched +doorways certain signs of gold said to be in honour of the respective small gods +that favoured each. The captain of the ship took Carter to an old sea tavern +where flocked the mariners of quaint countries, and promised that he would next +day shew him the wonders of the twilight city, and lead him to the taverns of the +onyx-miners by the northern wall. And evening fell, and little bronze lamps were +lighted, and the sailors in that tavern sang songs of remote places. But when +from its high tower the great bell shivered over the city, and the peal of the horns +and viols and voices rose cryptical in answer thereto, all ceased their songs or +tales and bowed silent till the. last echo died away. For there is a wonder and a +strangeness on the twilight city of Inquanok, and men fear to be lax in its rites +lest a doom and a vengeance lurk unsuspectedly close. + +Far in the shadows of that tavern Carter saw a squat form he did not like, for it +was unmistakably that of the old slant-eyed merchant he had seen so long before +in the taverns of Dylath-Leen, who was reputed to trade with the horrible stone +villages of Leng which no healthy folk visit and whose evil fires are seen at night +from afar, and even to have dealt with that High-Priest Not To Be Described, +which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in a +prehistoric stone monastery. This man had seemed to shew a queer gleam of + + + + +knowing when Carter asked the traders of DylathLeen about the cold waste and +Kadath; and somehow his presence in dark and haunted Inquanok, so close to +the wonders of the north, was not a reassuring thing. He slipped wholly out of +sight before Carter could speak to him, and sailors later said that he had come +with a yak caravan from some point not well determined, bearing the colossal +and rich-flavoured eggs of the rumoured Shantak-bird to trade for the dextrous +jade goblets that merchants brought from Ilarnek. + +On the following morning the ship-captain led Carter through the onyx streets of +Inquanok, dark under their twilight sky. The inlaid doors and figured house- +fronts, carven balconies and crystal-paned oriels all gleamed with a sombre and +polished loveliness; and now and then a plaza would open out with black pillars, +colonades, and the statues of curious beings both human and fabulous. Some of +the vistas down long and unbending streets, or through side alleys and over +bulbous domes, spires, and arabesqued roofs, were weird and beautiful beyond +words; and nothing was more splendid than the massive heights of the great +central Temple of the Elder Ones with its sixteen carven sides, its flattened dome, +and its lofty pinnacled belfry, overtopping all else, and majestic whatever its +foreground. And always to the east, far beyond the city walls and the leagues of +pasture land, rose the gaunt grey sides of those topless and impassable peaks +across which hideous Leng was said to lie. + +The captain took Carter to the mighty temple, which is set with its walled garden +in a great round plaza whence the streets go as spokes from a wheel's hub. The +seven arched gates of that garden, each having over it a carven face like those on +the city's gates, are always open, and the people roam reverently at will down +the tiled paths and through the little lanes lined with grotesque termini and the +shrines of modest gods. And there are fountains, pools, and basins there to +reflect the frequent blaze of the tripods on the high balcony, all of onyx and +having in them small luminous fish taken by divers from the lower bowers of +ocean. When the deep clang from the temple belfry shivers over the garden and +the city, and the answer of the horns and viols and voices peals out from the +seven lodges by the garden gates, there issue from the seven doors of the temple +long columns of masked and hooded priests in black, bearing at arm's length +before them great golden bowls from which a curious steam rises. And all the +seven columns strut peculiarly in single file, legs thrown far forward without +bending the knees, down the walks that lead to the seven lodges, wherein they +disappear and do not appear again. It is said that subterrene paths connect the +lodges with the temple, and that the long files of priests return through them; nor +is it unwhispered that deep flights of onyx steps go down to mysteries that are +never told. But only a few are those who hint that the priests in the masked and +hooded columns are not human beings. + + + + +Carter did not enter the temple, because none but the Veiled King is permitted to +do that. But before he left the garden the hour of the bell came, and he heard the +shivering clang deafening above him, and the wailing of the horns and viols and +voices loud from the lodges by the gates. And down the seven great walks +stalked the long files of bowl-bearing priests in their singular way, giving to the +traveller a fear which human priests do not often give. When the last of them had +vanished he left that garden, noting as he did so a spot on the pavement over +which the bowls had passed. Even the ship-captain did not like that spot, and +hurried him on toward the hill whereon the Veiled King's palace rises many- +domed and marvellous. + +The ways to the onyx palace are steep and narrow, all but the broad curving one +where the king and his companions ride on yaks or in yak-drawn chariots. Carter +and his guide climbed up an alley that was all steps, between inlaid walls +hearing strange signs in gold, and under balconies and oriels whence sometimes +floated soft strains of music or breaths of exotic fragrance. Always ahead loomed +those titan walls, mighty buttresses, and clustered and bulbous domes for which +the Veiled King's palace is famous; and at length they passed under a great black +arch and emerged in the gardens of the monarch's pleasure. There Carter paused +in faintness at so much beauty, for the onyx terraces and colonnaded walks, the +gay porterres and delicate flowering trees espaliered to golden lattices, the +brazen urns and tripods with cunning bas-reliefs, the pedestalled and almost +breathing statues of veined black marble, the basalt-bottomed lagoon's tiled +fountains with luminous fish, the tiny temples of iridescent singing birds atop +carven columns, the marvellous scrollwork of the great bronze gates, and the +blossoming vines trained along every inch of the polished walls all joined to +form a sight whose loveliness was beyond reality, and half-fabulous even in the +land of dreams. There it shimmered like a vision under that grey twilight sky, +with the domed and fretted magnificence of the palace ahead, and the fantastic +silhouette of the distant impassable peaks on the right. And ever the small birds +and the fountains sang, while the perfume of rare blossoms spread like a veil +over that incredible garden. No other human presence was there, and Carter was +glad it was so. Then they turned and descended again the onyx alley of steps, for +the palace itself no visitor may enter; and it is not well to look too long and +steadily at the great central dome, since it is said to house the archaic father of all +the rumoured Shantak-birds, and to send out queer dreams to the curious. + +After that the captain took Carter to the north quarter of the town, near the Gate +of the Caravans, where are the taverns of the yak-merchants and the onyx- +miners. And there, in a low-ceiled inn of quarrymen, they said farewell; for +business called the captain whilst Carter was eager to talk with miners about the +north. There were many men in that inn, and the traveller was not long in +speaking to some of them; saying that he was an old miner of onyx, and anxious + + + + +to know somewhat of Inquanok's quarries. But all that he learned was not much +more than he knew before, for the miners were timid and evasive about the cold +desert to the north and the quarry that no man visits. They had fears of fabled +emissaries from around the mountains where Leng is said to lie, and of evil +presences and nameless sentinels far north among the scattered rocks. And they +whispered also that the rumoured Shantak-birds are no wholesome things; it +being, indeed for the best that no man has ever truly seen one (for that fabled +father of Shantaks in the king's dome is fed in the dark). + +The next day, saying that he wished to look over all the various mines for himself +and to visit the scattered farms and quaint onyx villages of Inquanok, Carter +hired a yak and stuffed great leathern saddle-bags for a journey. Beyond the Gate +of the Caravans the road lay straight betwixt tilled fields, with many odd +farmhouses crowned by low domes. At some of these houses the seeker stopped +to ask questions; once finding a host so austere and reticent, and so full of an +unplaced majesty like to that in the huge features on Ngranek, that he felt certain +he had come at last upon one of the Great Ones themselves, or upon one with +full nine-tenths of their blood, dwelling amongst men. And to that austere and +reticent cotter he was careful to speak very well of the gods, and to praise all the +blessings they had ever accorded him. + +That night Carter camped in a roadside meadow beneath a great lygath-tree to +which he tied his yak, and in the morning resumed his northward pilgrimage. At +about ten o'clock he reached the small-domed village of Urg, where traders rest +and miners tell their tales, and paused in its taverns till noon. It is here that the +great caravan road turns west toward Selarn, but Carter kept on north by the +quarry road. All the afternoon he followed that rising road, which was somewhat +narrower than the great highway, and which now led through a region with +more rocks than tilled fields. And by evening the low hills on his left had risen +into sizable black cliffs, so that he knew he was close to the mining country. All +the while the great gaunt sides of the impassable mountains towered afar off at +his right, and the farther he went, the worse tales he heard of them from the +scattered farmers and traders and drivers of lumbering onyx-carts along the way. + +On the second night he camped in the shadow of a large black crag, tethering his +yak to a stake driven in the ground. He observed the greater phosphorescence of +the clouds at his northerly point, and more than once thought he saw dark +shapes outlined against them. And on the third morning he came in sight of the +first onyx quarry, and greeted the men who there laboured with picks and +chisels. Before evening he had passed eleven quarries; the land being here given +over altogether to onyx cliffs and boulders, with no vegetation at all, but only +great rocky fragments scattered about a floor of black earth, with the grey +impassable peaks always rising gaunt and sinister on his right. The third night he + + + + +spent in a camp of quarry men whose flickering fires cast weird reflections on the +polished cliffs to the west. And they sang many songs and told many tales, +shewing such strange knowledge of the olden days and the habits of gods that +Carter could see they held many latent memories of their sires the Great Ones. +They asked him whither he went, and cautioned him not to go too far to the +north; but he replied that he was seeking new cliffs of onyx, and would take no +more risks than were common among prospectors. In the morning he bade them +adieu and rode on into the darkening north, where they had warned him he +would find the feared and unvisited quarry whence hands older than men's +hands had wrenched prodigious blocks. But he did not like it when, turning back +to wave a last farewell, he thought he saw approaching the camp that squat and +evasive old merchant with slanting eyes, whose conjectured traffick with Leng +was the gossip of distant Dylath-Leen. + +After two more quarries the inhabited part of Inquanok seemed to end, and the +road narrowed to a steeply rising yak-path among forbidding black cliffs. +Always on the right towered the gaunt and distant peaks, and as Carter climbed +farther and farther into this untraversed realm he found it grew darker and +colder. Soon he perceived that there were no prints of feet or hooves on the black +path beneath, and realised that he was indeed come into strange and deserted +ways of elder time. Once in a while a raven would croak far overhead, and now +and then a flapping behind some vast rock would make him think +uncomfortably of the rumoured Shantak-bird. But in the main he was alone with +his shaggy steed, and it troubled him to observe that this excellent yak became +more and more reluctant to advance, and more and more disposed to snort +affrightedly at any small noise along the route. + +The path now contracted between sable and glistening walls, and began to +display an even greater steepness than before. It was a bad footing, and the yak +often slipped on the stony fragments strewn thickly about. In two hours Carter +saw ahead a definite crest, beyond which was nothing but dull grey sky, and +blessed the prospect of a level or downward course. To reach this crest, however, +was no easy task; for the way had grown nearly perpendicular, and was perilous +with loose black gravel and small stones. Eventually Carter dismounted and led +his dubious yak; pulling very hard when the animal balked or stumbled, and +keeping his own footing as best he might. Then suddenly he came to the top and +saw beyond, and gasped at what he saw. + +The path indeed led straight ahead and slightly down, with the same lines of +high natural walls as before; but on the left hand there opened out a monstrous +space, vast acres in extent, where some archaic power had riven and rent the +native cliffs of onyx in the form of a giant's quarry. Far back into the solid +precipice ran that Cyclopean gouge, and deep down within earth's bowels its + + + + +lower delvings yawned. It was no quarry of man, and the concave sides were +scarred with great squares, yards wide, which told of the size of the blocks once +hewn by nameless hands and chisels. High over its jagged rim huge ravens +flapped and croaked, and vague whirrings in the unseen depths told of bats or +urhags or less mentionable presences haunting the endless blackness. There +Carter stood in the narrow way amidst the twilight with the rocky path sloping +down before him; tall onyx cliffs on his right that led on as far as he could see +and tall cliffs on the left chopped off just ahead to make that terrible and +unearthly quarry. + +All at once the yak uttered a cry and burst from his control, leaping past him and +darting on in a panic till it vanished down the narrow slope toward the north. +Stones kicked by its flying hooves fell over the brink of the quarry and lost +themselves in the dark without any sound of striking bottom; but Carter ignored +the perils of that scanty path as he raced breathlessly after the flying steed. Soon +the left-behind cliffs resumed their course, making the way once more a narrow +lane; and still the traveller leaped on after the yak whose great wide prints told +of its desperate flight. + +Once he thought he heard the hoofbeats of the frightened beast, and doubled his +speed from this encouragement. He was covering miles, and little by little the +way was broadening in front till he knew he must soon emerge on the cold and +dreaded desert to the north. The gaunt grey flanks of the distant impassable +peaks were again visible above the right-hand crags, and ahead were the rocks +and boulders of an open space which was clearly a foretaste of the dark arid +limitless plain. And once more those hoofbeats sounded in his ears, plainer than +before, but this time giving terror instead of encouragement because he realised +that they were not the frightened hoofbeats of his fleeing yak. The beats were +ruthless and purposeful, and they were behind him. + +Carter's pursuit of the yak became now a flight from an unseen thing, for though +he dared not glance over his shoulder he felt that the presence behind him could +be nothing wholesome or mentionable. His yak must have heard or felt it first, +and he did not like to ask himself whether it had followed him from the haunts +of men or had floundered up out of that black quarry pit. Meanwhile the cliffs +had been left behind, so that the oncoming night fell over a great waste of sand +and spectral rocks wherein all paths were lost. He could not see the hoofprints of +his yak, but always from behind him there came that detestable clopping; +mingled now and then with what he fancied were titanic flappings and +whirrings. That he was losing ground seemed unhappily clear to him, and he +knew he was hopelessly lost in this broken and blasted desert of meaningless +rocks and untravelled sands. Only those remote and impassable peaks on the + + + + +right gave him any sense of direction, and even they were less clear as the grey +twilight waned and the sickly phosphorescence of the clouds took its place. + +Then dim and misty in the darkling north before him he glimpsed a terrible +thing. He had thought it for some moments a range of black mountains, but now +he saw it was something more. The phosphorescence of the brooding clouds +shewed it plainly, and even silhouetted parts of it as vapours glowed behind. +How distant it was he could not tell, but it must have been very far. It was +thousands of feet high, stretching in a great concave arc from the grey +impassable peaks to the unimagined westward spaces, and had once indeed been +a ridge of mighty onyx hills. But now these hills were hills no more, for some +hand greater than man's had touched them. Silent they squatted there atop the +world like wolves or ghouls, crowned with clouds and mists and guarding the +secrets of the north forever. All in a great half circle they squatted, those dog-like +mountains carven into monstrous watching statues, and their right hands were +raised in menace against mankind. + +It was only the flickering light of the clouds that made their mitred double heads +seem to move, but as Carter stumbled on he saw arise from their shadowy caps +great forms whose motions were no delusion. Winged and whirring, those forms +grew larger each moment, and the traveller knew his stumbling was at an end. +They were not any birds or bats known elsewhere on earth or in dreamland, for +they were larger than elephants and had heads like a horse's. Carter knew that +they must be the Shantak-birds of ill rumour, and wondered no more what evil +guardians and nameless sentinels made men avoid the boreal rock desert. And as +he stopped in final resignation he dared at last to look behind him, where indeed +was trotting the squat slant-eyed trader of evil legend, grinning astride a lean +yak and leading on a noxious horde of leering Shantaks to whose wings still +clung the rime and nitre of the nether pits. + +Trapped though he was by fabulous and hippocephalic winged nightmares that +pressed around in great unholy circles, Randolph Carter did not lose +consciousness. Lofty and horrible those titan gargoyles towered above him, +while the slant-eyed merchant leaped down from his yak and stood grinning +before the captive. Then the man motioned Carter to mount one of the repugnant +Shantaks, helping him up as his judgement struggled with his loathing. It was +hard work ascending, for the Shantak-bird has scales instead of feathers, and +those scales are very slippery. Once he was seated, the slant-eyed man hopped +up behind him, leaving the lean yak to be led away northward toward the ring of +carven mountains by one of the incredible bird colossi. + +There now followed a hideous whirl through frigid space, endlessly up and +eastward toward the gaunt grey flanks of those impassable mountains beyond + + + + +which Leng was said to be. Far above the clouds they flew, till at last there lay +beneath them those fabled summits which the folk of Inquanok have never seen, +and which lie always in high vortices of gleaming mist. Carter beheld them very +plainly as they passed below, and saw upon their topmost peaks strange caves +which made him think of those on Ngranek; but he did not question his captor +about these things when he noticed that both the man and the horse-headed +Shantak appeared oddly fearful of them, hurrying past nervously and shewing +great tension until they were left far in the rear. + +The Shantak now flew lower, revealing beneath the canopy of cloud a grey +barren plain whereon at great distances shone little feeble fires. As they +descended there appeared at intervals lone huts of granite and bleak stone +villages whose tiny windows glowed with pallid light. And there came from +those huts and villages a shrill droning of pipes and a nauseous rattle of crotala +which proved at once that Inquanok's people are right in their geographic +rumours. For travellers have heard such sounds before, and know that they float +only from the cold desert plateau which healthy folk never visit; that haunted +place of evil and mystery which is Leng. + +Around the feeble fires dark forms were dancing, and Carter was curious as to +what manner of beings they might be; for no healthy folk have ever been to Leng, +and the place is known only by its fires and stone huts as seen from afar. Very +slowly and awkwardly did those forms leap, and with an insane twisting and +bending not good to behold; so that Carter did not wonder at the monstrous evil +imputed to them by vague legend, or the fear in which all dreamland holds their +abhorrent frozen plateau. As the Shantak flew lower, the repulsiveness of the +dancers became tinged with a certain hellish familiarity; and the prisoner kept +straining his eyes and racking his memory for clues to where he had seen such +creatures before. + +They leaped as though they had hooves instead of feet, and seemed to wear a +sort of wig or headpiece with small horns. Of other clothing they had none, but +most of them were quite furry. Behind they had dwarfish tails, and when they +glanced upward he saw the excessive width of their mouths. Then he knew what +they were, and that they did not wear any wigs or headpieces after all. For the +cryptic folk of Leng were of one race with the uncomfortable merchants of the +black galleys that traded rubies at Dylath-Leen; those not quite human +merchants who are the slaves of the monstrous moon-things! They were indeed +the same dark folk who had shanghaied Carter on their noisome galley so long +ago, and whose kith he had seen driven in herds about the unclean wharves of +that accursed lunar city, with the leaner ones toiling and the fatter ones taken +away in crates for other needs of their polypous and amorphous masters. Now +he saw where such ambiguous creatures came from, and shuddered at the + + + + +thought that Leng must be known to these formless abominations from the +moon. + +But the Shantak flew on past the fires and the stone huts and the less than human +dancers, and soared over sterile hills of grey granite and dim wastes of rock and +ice and snow. Day came, and the phosphorescence of low clouds gave place to +the misty twilight of that northern world, and still the vile bird winged +meaningly through the cold and silence. At times the slant-eyed man talked with +his steed in a hateful and guttural language, and the Shantak would answer with +tittering tones that rasped like the scratching of ground glass. All this while the +land was getting higher, and finally they came to a wind-swept table-land which +seemed the very roof of a blasted and tenantless world. There, all alone in the +hush and the dusk and the cold, rose the uncouth stones of a squat windowless +building, around which a circle of crude monoliths stood. In all this arrangement +there was nothing human, and Carter surmised from old tales that he was indeed +come to that most dreadful and legendary of all places, the remote and +prehistoric monastery wherein dwells uncompanioned the High-Priest Not To Be +Described, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and prays to the Other +Gods and their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. + +The loathsome bird now settled to the ground, and the slant-eyed man hopped +down and helped his captive alight. Of the purpose of his seizure Carter now felt +very sure; for clearly the slant-eyed merchant was an agent of the darker powers, +eager to drag before his masters a mortal whose presumption had aimed at the +finding of unknown Kadath and the saying of a prayer before the faces of the +Great Ones in their onyx castle. It seemed likely that this merchant had caused +his former capture by the slaves of the moon-things in Dylath-Leen, and that he +now meant to do what the rescuing cats had baffled; taking the victim to some +dread rendezvous with monstrous Nyarlathotep and telling with what boldness +the seeking of unknown Kadath had been tried. Leng and the cold waste north of +Inquanok must be close to the Other Gods, and there the passes to Kadath are +well guarded. + +The slant-eyed man was small, but the great hippocephalic bird was there to see +he was obeyed; so Carter followed where he led, and passed within the circle of +standing rocks and into the low arched doorway of that windowless stone +monastery. There were no lights inside, but the evil merchant lit a small clay +lamp bearing morbid bas-reliefs and prodded his prisoner on through mazes of +narrow winding corridors. On the walls of the corridors were printed frightful +scenes older than history, and in a style unknown to the archaeologists of earth. +After countless aeons their pigments were brilliant still, for the cold and dryness +of hideous Leng keep alive many primal things. Carter saw them fleetingly in the +rays of that dim and moving lamp, and shuddered at the tale they told. + + + + +Through those archaic frescoes Leng's annals stalked; and the horned, hooved, +and wide-mouthed almost-humans danced evilly amidst forgotten cities. There +were scenes of old wars, wherein Leng's almost-humans fought with the bloated +purple spiders of the neighbouring vales; and there were scenes also of the +coming of the black galleys from the moon, and of the submission of Leng's +people to the polypous and amorphous blasphemies that hopped and floundered +and wriggled out of them. Those slippery greyish-white blasphemies they +worshipped as gods, nor ever complained when scores of their best and fatted +males were taken away in the black galleys. The monstrous moon-beasts made +their camp on a jagged isle in the sea, and Carter could tell from the frescoes that +this was none other than the lone nameless rock he had seen when sailing to +Inquanok; that grey accursed rock which Inquanok's seamen shun, and from +which vile bowlings reverberate all through the night. + +And in those frescoes was shewn the great seaport and capital of the almost- +humans; proud and pillared betwixt the cliffs and the basalt wharves, and +wondrous with high fanes and carven places. Great gardens and columned +streets led from the cliffs and from each of the six sphinx-crowned gates to a vast +central plaza, and in that plaza was a pair of winged colossal lions guarding the +top of a subterrene staircase. Again and again were those huge winged lions +shewn, their mighty flanks of diarite glistening in the grey twilight of the day +and the cloudy phosphorescence of the night. And as Carter stumbled past their +frequent and repeated pictures it came to him at last what indeed they were, and +what city it was that the almost-humans had ruled so anciently before the +coming of the black galleys. There could be no mistake, for the legends of +dreamland are generous and profuse. Indubitably that primal city was no less a +place than storied Sarkomand, whose ruins had bleached for a million years +before the first true human saw the light, and whose twin titan lions guard +eternally the steps that lead down from dreamland to the Great Abyss. + +Other views shewed the gaunt grey peaks dividing Leng from Inquanok, and the +monstrous Shantak-birds that build nests on the ledges half way up. And they +shewed likewise the curious caves near the very topmost pinnacles, and how +even the boldest of the Shantaks fly screaming away from them. Carter had seen +those caves when he passed over them, and had noticed their likeness to the +caves on Ngranek. Now he knew that the likeness was more than a chance one, +for in these pictures were shewn their fearsome denizens; and those bat-wings, +curving horns, barbed tails, prehensile paws and rubbery bodies were not +strange to him. He had met those silent, flitting and clutching creatures before; +those mindless guardians of the Great Abyss whom even the Great Ones fear, +and who own not Nyarlathotep but hoary Nodens as their lord. For they were +the dreaded night-gaunts, who never laugh or smile because they have no faces. + + + + +and who flop unendingly in the dark betwixt the Vale of Pnath and the passes to +the outer world. + +The slant-eyed merchant had now prodded Carter into a great domed space +whose walls were carved in shocking bas-reliefs, and whose centre held a gaping +circular pit surrounded by six malignly stained stone altars in a ring. There was +no light in this vast evil-smelling crypt, and the small lamp of the sinister +merchant shone so feebly that one could grasp details only little by little. At the +farther end was a high stone dais reached by five steps; and there on a golden +throne sat a lumpish figure robed in yellow silk figured with red and having a +yellow silken mask over its face. To this being the slant-eyed man made certain +signs with his hands, and the lurker in the dark replied by raising a disgustingly +carven flute of ivory in silk-covered paws and blowing certain loathsome sounds +from beneath its flowing yellow mask. This colloquy went on for some time, and +to Carter there was something sickeningly familiar in the sound of that flute and +the stench of the malodorous place. It made him think of a frightful red-litten city +and of the revolting procession that once filed through it; of that, and of an awful +climb through lunar countryside beyond, before the rescuing rush of earth's +friendly cats. He knew that the creature on the dais was without doubt the High- +Priest Not To Be Described, of which legend whispers such fiendish and +abnormal possibilities, but he feared to think just what that abhorred High-Priest +might be. + +Then the figured silk slipped a trifle from one of the greyish-white paws, and +Carter knew what the noisome High-Priest was. And in that hideous second, +stark fear drove him to something his reason would never have dared to attempt, +for in all his shaken consciousness there was room only for one frantic will to +escape from what squatted on that golden throne. He knew that hopeless +labyrinths of stone lay betwixt him and the cold table-land outside, and that even +on that table-land the noxious Shantek still waited; yet in spite of all this there +was in his mind only the instant need to get away from that wriggling, silk-robed +monstrosity. + +The slant-eyed man had set the curious lamp upon one of the high and wickedly +stained altar-stones by the pit, and had moved forward somewhat to talk to the +High-Priest with his hands. Carter, hitherto wholly passive, now gave that man a +terrific push with all the wild strength of fear, so that the victim toppled at once +into that gaping well which rumour holds to reach down to the hellish Vaults of +Zin where Gugs hunt ghasts in the dark. In almost the same second he seized the +lamp from the altar and darted out into the frescoed labyrinths, racing this way +and that as chance determined and trying not to think of the stealthy padding of +shapeless paws on the stones behind him, or of the silent wrigglings and +crawlings which must be going on back there in lightless corridors. + + + + +After a few moments he regretted his thoughtless haste, and wished he had tried +to follow backward the frescoes he had passed on the way in. True, they were so +confused and duplicated that they could not have done him much good, but he +wished none the less he had made the attempt. Those he now saw were even +more horrible than those he had seen then, and he knew he was not in the +corridors leading outside. In time he became quite sure he was not followed, and +slackened his pace somewhat; but scarce had he breathed in half relief when a +new peril beset him. His lamp was waning, and he would soon be in pitch +blackness with no means of sight or guidance. + +When the light was all gone he groped slowly in the dark, and prayed to the +Great Ones for such help as they might afford. At times he felt the stone floor +sloping up or down, and once he stumbled over a step for which no reason +seemed to exist. The farther he went the damper it seemed to be, and when he +was able to feel a junction or the mouth of a side passage he always chose the +way which sloped downward the least. He believed, though, that his general +course was down; and the vault-like smell and incrustations on the greasy walls +and floor alike warned him he was burrowing deep in Leng's unwholesome +table-land. But there was not any warning of the thing which came at last; only +the thing itself with its terror and shock and breath-taking chaos. One moment he +was groping slowly over the slippery floor of an almost level place, and the next +he was shooting dizzily downward in the dark through a burrow which must +have been well-nigh vertical. + +Of the length of that hideous sliding he could never be sure, but it seemed to take +hours of delirious nausea and ecstatic frenzy. Then he realized he was still, with +the phosphorescent clouds of a northern night shining sickly above him. All +around were crumbling walls and broken columns, and the pavement on which +he lay was pierced by straggling grass and wrenched asunder by frequent shrubs +and roots. Behind him a basalt cliff rose topless and perpendicular; its dark side +sculptured into repellent scenes, and pierced by an arched and carven entrance +to the inner blacknesses out of which he had come. Ahead stretched double rows +of pillars, and the fragments and pedestals of pillars, that spoke of a broad and +bygone street; and from the urns and basins along the way he knew it had been a +great street of gardens. Far off at its end the pillars spread to mark a vast round +plaza, and in that open circle there loomed gigantic under the lurid night clouds +a pair of monstrous things. Huge winged lions of diarite they were, with +blackness and shadow between them. Full twenty feet they reared their +grotesque and unbroken heads, and snarled derisive on the ruins around them. +And Carter knew right well what they must be, for legend tells of only one such +twain. They were the changeless guardians of the Great Abyss, and these dark +ruins were in truth primordial Sarkomand. + + + + +Carter's first act was to close and barricade the archway in the cHff with fallen +blocks and odd debris that lay around. He wished no follower from Leng's +hateful monastery, for along the way ahead would lurk enough of other dangers. +Of how to get from Sarkomand to the peopled parts of dreamland he knew +nothing at all; nor could he gain much by descending to the grottoes of the +ghouls, since he knew they were no better informed than he. The three ghouls +which had helped him through the city of Gugs to the outer world had not +known how to reach Sarkomand in their journey back, but had planned to ask +old traders in Dylath-Leen. He did not like to think of going again to the +subterrene world of Gugs and risking once more that hellish tower of Koth with +its Cyclopean steps leading to the enchanted wood, yet he felt he might have to +try this course if all else failed. Over Leng's plateau past the lone monastery he +dared not go unaided; for the High-Priest's emissaries must be many, while at +the journey's end there would no doubt be the Shantaks and perhaps other +things to deal with. If he could get a boat he might sail back to Inquanok past the +jagged and hideous rock in the sea, for the primal frescoes in the monastery +labyrinth had shewn that this frightful place lies not far from Sarkomand's basalt +quays. But to find a boat in this aeon-deserted city was no probable thing, and it +did not appear likely that he could ever make one. + +Such were the thoughts of Randolph Carter when a new impression began +beating upon his mind. All this while there had stretched before him the great +corpse-like width of fabled Sarkomand with its black broken pillars and +crumbling sphinx-crowned gates and titan stones and monstrous winged lions +against the sickly glow of those luminous night clouds. Now he saw far ahead +and on the right a glow that no clouds could account for, and knew he was not +alone in the silence of that dead city. The glow rose and fell fitfully, flickering +with a greenish tinge which did not reassure the watcher. And when he crept +closer, down the littered street and through some narrow gaps between tumbled +walls, he perceived that it was a campfire near the wharves with many vague +forms clustered darkly around it; and a lethal odour hanging heavily over all. +Beyond was the oily lapping of the harbour water with a great ship riding at +anchor, and Carter paused in stark terror when he saw that the ship was indeed +one of the dreaded black galleys from the moon. + +Then, just as he was about to creep back from that detestable flame, he saw a +stirring among the vague dark forms and heard a peculiar and unmistakable +sound. It was the frightened meeping of a ghoul, and in a moment it had swelled +to a veritable chorus of anguish. Secure as he was in the shadow of monstrous +ruins. Carter allowed his curiosity to conquer his fear, and crept forward again +instead of retreating. Once in crossing an open street he wriggled worm-like on +his stomach, and in another place he had to rise to his feet to avoid making a +noise among heaps of fallen marble. But always he succeeded in avoiding + + + + +discovery, so that in a short time he had found a spot behind a titan pillar where +he could watch the whole green-litten scene of action. There around a hideous +fire fed by the obnoxious stems of lunar fungi, there squatted a stinking circle of +the toadlike moonbeasts and their almost-human slaves. Some of these slaves +were heating curious iron spears in the leaping flames, and at intervals applying +their white-hot points to three tightly trussed prisoners that lay writhing before +the leaders of the party. From the motions of their tentacles Carter could see that +the blunt-snouted moonbeasts were enjoying the spectacle hugely, and vast was +his horror when he suddenly recognised the frantic meeping and knew that the +tortured ghouls were none other than the faithful trio which had guided him +safely from the abyss, and had thereafter set out from the enchanted wood to +find Sarkomand and the gate to their native deeps. + +The number of malodorous moonbeasts about that greenish fire was very great, +and Carter saw that he could do nothing now to save his former allies. Of how +the ghouls had been captured he could not guess; but fancied that the grey +toadlike blasphemies had heard them inquire in Dylath-Leen concerning the way +to Sarkomand and had not wished them to approach so closely the hateful +plateau of Leng and the High-Priest Not To Be Described. For a moment he +pondered on what he ought to do, and recalled how near he was to the gate of +the ghouls' black kingdom. Clearly it was wisest to creep east to the plaza of twin +lions and descend at once to the gulf, where assuredly he would meet no horrors +worse than those above, and where he might soon find ghouls eager to rescue +their brethren and perhaps to wipe out the moonbeasts from the black galley. It +occurred to him that the portal, like other gates to the abyss, might be guarded +by flocks of night-gaunts; but he did not fear these faceless creatures now. He +had learned that they are bound by solemn treaties with the ghouls, and the +ghoul which was Pickman had taught him how to glibber a password they +understood. + +So Carter began another silent crawl through the ruins, edging slowly toward the +great central plaza and the winged lions. It was ticklish work, but the +moonbeasts were pleasantly busy and did not hear the slight noises which he +twice made by accident among the scattered stones. At last he reached the open +space and picked his way among the stunned trees and vines that had grown up +therein. The gigantic lions loomed terrible above him in the sickly glow of the +phosphorescent night clouds, but he manfully persisted toward them and +presently crept round to their faces, knowing it was on that side he would find +the mighty darkness which they guard. Ten feet apart crouched the mocking- +faced beasts of diarite, brooding on cyclopean pedestals whose sides were +chiselled in fearsome bas-reliefs. Betwixt them was a tiled court with a central +space which had once been railed with balusters of onyx. Midway in this space a +black well opened, and Carter soon saw that he had indeed reached the yawning + + + + +gulf whose crusted and mouldy stone steps lead down to the crypts of +nightmare. + +Terrible is the memory of that dark descent in which hours wore themselves +away whilst Carter wound sightlessly round and round down a fathomless +spiral of steep and slippery stairs. So worn and narrow were the steps, and so +greasy with the ooze of inner earth, that the climber never quite knew when to +expect a breathless fall and hurtling down to the ultimate pits; and he was +likewise uncertain just when or how the guardian night-gaunts would suddenly +pounce upon him, if indeed there were any stationed in this primeval passage. +All about him was a stifling odour of nether gulfs, and he felt that the air of these +choking depths was not made for mankind. In time he became very numb and +somnolent, moving more from automatic impulse than from reasoned will; nor +did he realize any change when he stopped moving altogether as something +quietly seized him from behind. He was flying very rapidly through the air +before a malevolent tickling told him that the rubbery night-gaunts had +performed their duty. + +Awaked to the fact that he was in the cold, damp clutch of the faceless flutterers. +Carter remembered the password of the ghouls and glibbered it as loudly as he +could amidst the wind and chaos of flight. Mindless though night-gaunts are +said to be, the effect was instantaneous; for all tickling stopped at once, and the +creatures hastened to shift their captive to a more comfortable position. Thus +encouraged Carter ventured some explanations; telling of the seizure and torture +of three ghouls by the moonbeasts, and of the need of assembling a party to +rescue them. The night-gaunts, though inarticulate, seemed to understand what +was said; and shewed greater haste and purpose in their flight. Suddenly the +dense blackness gave place to the grey twilight of inner earth, and there opened +up ahead one of those flat sterile plains on which ghouls love to squat and gnaw. +Scattered tombstones and osseous fragments told of the denizens of that place; +and as Carter gave a loud meep of urgent summons, a score of burrows emptied +forth their leathery, dog-like tenants. The night-gaunts now flew low and set +their passenger upon his feet, afterward withdrawing a little and forming a +hunched semicircle on the ground while the ghouls greeted the newcomer. + +Carter glibbered his message rapidly and explicitly to the grotesque company, +and four of them at once departed through different burrows to spread the news +to others and gather such troops as might be available for a rescue. After a long +wait a ghoul of some importance appeared, and made significant signs to the +night-gaunts, causing two of the latter to fly off into the dark. Thereafter there +were constant accessions to the hunched flock of night-gaunts on the plain, till at +length the slimy soil was fairly black with them. Meanwhile fresh ghouls crawled +out of the burrows one by one, all glibbering excitedly and forming in crude + + + + +battle array not far from the huddled night-gaunts. In time there appeared that +proud and influential ghoul which was once the artist Richard Pickman of +Boston, and to him Carter glibbered a very full account of what had occurred. +The erstwhile Pickman, pleased to greet his ancient friend again, seemed very +much impressed, and held a conference with other chiefs a little apart from the +growing throng. + +Finally, after scanning the ranks with care, the assembled chiefs all meeped in +unison and began glibbering orders to the crowds of ghouls and night-gaunts. A +large detachment of the horned flyers vanished at once, while the rest grouped +themselves two by two on their knees with extended forelegs, awaiting the +approach of the ghouls one by one. As each ghoul reached the pair of night- +gaunts to which he was assigned, he was taken up and borne away into the +blackness; till at last the whole throng had vanished save for Carter, Pickman, +and the other chiefs, and a few pairs of night-gaunts. Pickman explained that +night-gaunts are the advance guard and battle steeds of the ghouls, and that the +army was issuing forth to Sarkomand to deal with the moonbeasts. Then Carter +and the ghoulish chiefs approached the waiting bearers and were taken up by +the damp, slippery paws. Another moment and all were whirling in wind and +darkness; endlessly up, up, up to the gate of the winged and the special ruins of +primal Sarkomand. + +When, after a great interval. Carter saw again the sickly light of Sarkomand's +nocturnal sky, it was to behold the great central plaza swarming with militant +ghouls and night-gaunts. Day, he felt sure, must be almost due; but so strong +was the army that no surprise of the enemy would be needed. The greenish flare +near the wharves still glimmered faintly, though the absence of ghoulish +meeping shewed that the torture of the prisoners was over for the nonce. Softly +glibbering directions to their steeds and to the flock of riderless night-gaunts +ahead, the ghouls presently rose in wide whirring columns and swept on over +the bleak ruins toward the evil flame. Carter was now beside Pickman in the +front rank of ghouls, and saw as they approached the noisome camp that the +moonbeasts were totally unprepared. The three prisoners lay bound and inert +beside the fire, while their toadlike captors slumped drowsily about in no certain +order. The almost-human slaves were asleep, even the sentinels shirking a duty +which in this realm must have seemed to them merely perfunctory. + +The final swoop of the night-gaunts and mounted ghouls was very sudden, each +of the greyish toadlike blasphemies and their almost-human slaves being seized +by a group of night-gaunts before a sound was made. The moonbeasts, of course, +were voiceless; and even the slaves had little chance to scream before rubbery +paws choked them into silence. Horrible were the writhings of those great +jellyfish abnormalities as the sardonic night-gaunts clutched them, but nothing + + + + +availed against the strength of those black prehensile talons. When a moonbeast +writhed too violently, a night-gaunt would seize and pull its quivering pink +tentacles; which seemed to hurt so much that the victim would cease its +struggles. Carter expected to see much slaughter, but found that the ghouls were +far subtler in their plans. They glibbered certain simple orders to the night- +gaunts which held the captives, trusting the rest to instinct; and soon the hapless +creatures were borne silently away into the Great Abyss, to be distributed +impartially amongst the Dholes, Gugs, ghasts and other dwellers in darkness +whose modes of nourishment are not painless to their chosen victims. +Meanwhile the three bound ghouls had been released and consoled by their +conquering kinsfolk, whilst various parties searched the neighborhood for +possible remaining moonbeasts, and boarded the evil-smelling black galley at the +wharf to make sure that nothing had escaped the general defeat. Surely enough, +the capture had been thorough, for not a sign of further life could the victors +detect. Carter, anxious to preserve a means of access to the rest of dreamland, +urged them not to sink the anchored galley; and this request was freely granted +out of gratitude for his act in reporting the plight of the captured trio. On the +ship were found some very curious objects and decorations, some of which +Carter cast at once into the sea. + +Ghouls and night-gaunts now formed themselves in separate groups, the former +questioning their rescued fellow anent past happenings. It appeared that the +three had followed Carter's directions and proceeded from the enchanted wood +to Dylath-Leen by way of Nir and the Skin, stealing human clothes at a lonely +farmhouse and loping as closely as possible in the fashion of a man's walk. In +Dylath-Leen's taverns their grotesque ways and faces had aroused much +comment; but they had persisted in asking the way to Sarkomand until at last an +old traveller was able to tell them. Then they knew that only a ship for Lelag- +Leng would serve their purpose, and prepared to wait patiently for such a vessel. + +But evil spies had doubtless reported much; for shortly a black galley put into +port, and the wide-mouthed ruby merchants invited the ghouls to drink with +them in a tavern. Wine was produced from one of those sinister bottles +grotesquely carven from a single ruby, and after that the ghouls found +themselves prisoners on the black galley as Carter had found himself. This time, +however, the unseen rowers steered not for the moon but for antique +Sarkomand; bent evidently on taking their captives before the High-Priest Not +To Be Described. They had touched at the jagged rock in the northern sea which +Inquanok's mariners shun, and the ghouls had there seen for the first time the +red masters of the ship; being sickened despite their own callousness by such +extremes of malign shapelessness and fearsome odour. There, too, were +witnessed the nameless pastimes of the toadlike resident garrison-such pastimes +as give rise to the night-howlings which men fear. After that had come the + + + + +landing at ruined Sarkomand and the beginning of the tortures, whose +continuance the present rescue had prevented. + +Future plans were next discussed, the three rescued ghouls suggesting a raid on +the jagged rock and the extermination of the toadlike garrison there. To this, +however, the night-gaunts objected; since the prospect of flying over water did +not please them. Most of the ghouls favoured the design, but were at a loss how +to follow it without the help of the winged night-gaunts. Thereupon Carter, +seeing that they could not navigate the anchored galley, offered to teach them the +use of the great banks of oars; to which proposal they eagerly assented. Grey day +had now come, and under that leaden northern sky a picked detachment of +ghouls filed into the noisome ship and took their seats on the rowers' benches. +Carter found them fairly apt at learning, and before night had risked several +experimental trips around the harbour. Not till three days later, however, did he +deem it safe to attempt the voyage of conquest. Then, the rowers trained and the +night-gaunts safely stowed in the forecastle, the party set sail at last; Pickman +and the other chiefs gathering on deck and discussing models of approach and +procedure. + +On the very first night the bowlings from the rock were heard. Such was their +timbre that all the galley's crew shook visibly; but most of all trembled the three +rescued ghouls who knew precisely what those bowlings meant. It was not +thought best to attempt an attack by night, so the ship lay to under the +phosphorescent clouds to wait for the dawn of a greyish day. when the light was +ample and the bowlings still the rowers resumed their strokes, and the galley +drew closer and closer to that jagged rock whose granite pinnacles clawed +fantastically at the dull sky. The sides of the rock were very steep; but on ledges +here and there could be seen the bulging walls of queer windowless dwellings, +and the low railings guarding travelled highroads. No ship of men had ever +come so near the place, or at least, had never come so near and departed again; +but Carter and the ghouls were void of fear and kept inflexibly on, rounding the +eastern face of the rock and seeking the wharves which the rescued trio +described as being on the southern side within a harbour formed of steep +headlands. + +The headlands were prolongations of the island proper, and came so closely +together that only one ship at a time might pass between them. There seemed to +be no watchers on the outside, so the galley was steered boldly through the +flume-like strait and into the stagnant putrid harbour beyond. Here, however, all +was bustle and activity; with several ships lying at anchor along a forbidding +stone quay, and scores of almost-human slaves and moonbeasts by the +waterfront handling crates and boxes or driving nameless and fabulous horrors +hitched to lumbering lorries. There was a small stone town hewn out of the + + + + +vertical cliff above the wharves, with the start of a winding road that spiralled +out of sight toward higher ledges of the rock. Of what lay inside that prodigious +peak of granite none might say, but the things one saw on the outside were far +from encouraging. + +At sight of the incoming galley the crowds on the wharves displayed much +eagerness; those with eyes staring intently, and those without eyes wriggling +their pink tentacles expectantly. They did not, of course, realize that the black +ship had changed hands; for ghouls look much like the horned and hooved +almost-humans, and the night-gaunts were all out of sight below. By this time +the leaders had fully formed a plan; which was to loose the night-gaunts as soon +as the wharf was touched, and then to sail directly away, leaving matters wholly +to the instincts of those almost-mindless creatures. Marooned on the rock, the +horned flyers would first of all seize whatever living things they found there, +and afterward, quite helpless to think except in terms of the homing instinct, +would forget their fears of water and fly swiftly back to the abyss; bearing their +noisome prey to appropriate destinations in the dark, from which not much +would emerge alive. + +The ghoul that was Pickman now went below and gave the night-gaunts their +simple instructions, while the ship drew very near to the ominous and +malodorous wharves. Presently a fresh stir rose along the waterfront, and Carter +saw that the motions of the galley had begun to excite suspicion. Evidently the +steersman was not making for the right dock, and probably the watchers had +noticed the difference between the hideous ghouls and the almost-human slaves +whose places they were taking. Some silent alarm must have been given, for +almost at once a horde of the mephitic moonbeasts began to pour from the little +black doorways of the windowless houses and down the winding road at the +right. A rain of curious javelins struck the galley as the prow hit the wharf felling +two ghouls and slightly wounding another; but at this point all the hatches were +thrown open to emit a black cloud of whirring night-gaunts which swarmed over +the town like a flock of horned and cyclopean bats. + +The jellyish moonbeasts had procured a great pole and were trying to push off +the invading ship, but when the night-gaunts struck them they thought of such +things no more. It was a very terrible spectacle to see those faceless and rubbery +ticklers at their pastime, and tremendously impressive to watch the dense cloud +of them spreading through the town and up the winding roadway to the reaches +above. Sometimes a group of the black flutterers would drop a toadlike prisoner +from aloft by mistake, and the manner in which the victim would burst was +highly offensive to the sight and smell. When the last of the night-gaunts had left +the galley the ghoulish leaders glibbered an order of withdrawal, and the rowers + + + + +pulled quietly out of the harbour between the grey headlands while still the +town was a chaos of battle and conquest. + +The Pickman ghoul allowed several hours for the night-gaunts to make up their +rudimentary minds and overcome their fear of flying over the sea, and kept the +galley standing about a mile off the jagged rock while he waited, and dressed the +wounds of the injured men. Night fell, and the grey twilight gave place to the +sickly phosphorescence of low clouds, and all the while the leaders watched the +high peaks of that accursed rock for signs of the night-gaunts' flight. Toward +morning a black speck was seen hovering timidly over the top-most pinnacle, +and shortly afterward the speck had become a swarm. Just before daybreak the +swarm seemed to scatter, and within a quarter of an hour it had vanished wholly +in the distance toward the northeast. Once or twice something seemed to fall +from the thing swarm into the sea; but Carter did not worry, since he knew from +observation that the toadlike moonbeasts cannot swim. At length, when the +ghouls were satisfied that all the night-gaunts had left for Sarkomand and the +Great Abyss with their doomed burdens, the galley put back into the harbour +betwixt the grey headlands; and all the hideous company landed and roamed +curiously over the denuded rock with its towers and eyries and fortresses +chiselled from the solid stone. + +Frightful were the secrets uncovered in those evil and windowless crypts; for the +remnants of unfinished pastimes were many, and in various stages of departure +from their primal state. Carter put out of the way certain things which were after +a fashion alive, and fled precipitately from a few other things about which he +could not be very positive. The stench-filled houses were furnished mostly with +grotesque stools and benches carven from moon-trees, and were painted inside +with nameless and frantic designs. Countless weapons, implements, and +ornaments lay about, including some large idols of solid ruby depicting singular +beings not found on the earth. These latter did not, despite their material, invite +either appropriation or long inspection; and Carter took the trouble to hammer +five of them into very small pieces. The scattered spears and javelins he collected, +and with Pickman's approval distributed among the ghouls. Such devices were +new to the doglike lopers, but their relative simplicity made them easy to master +after a few concise hints. + +The upper parts of the rock held more temples than private homes, and in +numerous hewn chambers were found terrible carven altars and doubtfully +stained fonts and shrines for the worship of things more monstrous than the wild +gods atop Kadath. From the rear of one great temple stretched a low black +passage which Carter followed far into the rock with a torch till he came to a +lightless domed hall of vast proportions, whose vaultings were covered with +demoniac carvings and in whose centre yawned a foul and bottomless well like + + + + +that in the hideous monastery of Leng where broods alone the High-Priest Not +To Be Described. On the distant shadowy side, beyond the noisome well, he +thought he discerned a small door of strangely wrought bronze; but for some +reason he felt an unaccountable dread of opening it or even approaching it, and +hastened back through the cavern to his unlovely allies as they shambled about +with an ease and abandon he could scarcely feel. The ghouls had observed the +unfinished pastimes of the moonbeasts, and had profited in their fashion. They +had also found a hogshead of potent moon-wine, and were rolling it down to the +wharves for removal and later use in diplomatic dealings, though the rescued +trio, remembering its effect on them in Dylath-Leen, had warned their company +to taste none of it. Of rubies from lunar mines there was a great store, both rough +and polished, in one of the vaults near the water; but when the ghouls found +they were not good to eat they lost all interest in them. Carter did not try to carry +any away, since he knew too much about those which had mined them. + +Suddenly there came an excited meeping from the sentries on the wharves, and +all the loathsome foragers turned from their tasks to stare seaward and cluster +round the waterfront. Betwixt the grey headlands a fresh black galley was +rapidly advancing, and it would be but a moment before the almost-humans on +deck would perceive the invasion of the town and give the alarm to the +monstrous things below. Fortunately the ghouls still bore the spears and javelins +which Carter had distributed amongst them; and at his command, sustained by +the being that was Pickman, they now formed a line of battle and prepared to +prevent the landing of the ship. Presently a burst of excitement on the galley told +of the crew's discovery of the changed state of things, and the instant stoppage of +the vessel proved that the superior numbers of the ghouls had been noted and +taken into account. After a moment of hesitation the new comers silently turned +and passed out between the headlands again, but not for an instant did the +ghouls imagine that the conflict was averted. Either the dark ship would seek +reinforcements or the crew would try to land elsewhere on the island; hence a +party of scouts was at once sent up toward the pinnacle to see what the enemy's +course would be. + +In a very few minutes the ghoul returned breathless to say that the moonbeasts +and almost-humans were landing on the outside of the more easterly of the +rugged grey headlands, and ascending by hidden paths and ledges which a goat +could scarcely tread in safety. Almost immediately afterward the galley was +sighted again through the flume-like strait, but only for a second. Then a few +moments later, a second messenger panted down from aloft to say that another +party was landing on the other headland; both being much more numerous than +the size of the galley would seem to allow for. The ship itself, moving slowly +with only one sparsely manned tier of oars, soon hove in sight betwixt the cliffs. + + + + +and lay to in the foetid harbour as if to watch the coming fray and stand by for +any possible use. + +By this time Carter and Pickman had divided the ghouls into three parties, one to +meet each of the two invading columns and one to remain in the town. The first +two at once scrambled up the rocks in their respective directions, while the third +was subdivided into a land party and a sea party. The sea party, commanded by +Carter, boarded the anchored galley and rowed out to meet the under-manned +galley of the newcomers; whereat the latter retreated through the strait to the +open sea. Carter did not at once pursue it, for he knew he might be needed more +acutely near the town. + +Meanwhile the frightful detachments of the moonbeasts and almost-humans had +lumbered up to the top of the headlands and were shockingly silhouetted on +either side against the grey twilight sky. The thin hellish flutes of the invaders +had now begun to whine, and the general effect of those hybrid, half-amorphous +processions was as nauseating as the actual odour given off by the toadlike lunar +blasphemies. Then the two parties of the ghouls swarmed into sight and joined +the silhouetted panorama. Javelins began to fly from both sides, and the swelling +meeps of the ghouls and the bestial howls of the almost-humans gradually joined +the hellish whine of the flutes to form a frantick and indescribable chaos of +daemon cacophony. Now and then bodies fell from the narrow ridges of the +headlands into the sea outside or the harbour inside, in the latter case being +sucked quickly under by certain submarine lurkers whose presence was +indicated only by prodigious bubbles. + +For half an hour this dual battle raged in the sky, till upon the west cliff the +invaders were completely annihilated. On the east cliff, however, where the +leader of the moonbeast party appeared to be present, the ghouls had not fared +so well; and were slowly retreating to the slopes of the pinnacle proper. Pickman +had quickly ordered reinforcements for this front from the party in the town, and +these had helped greatly in the earlier stages of the combat. Then, when the +western battle was over, the victorious survivors hastened across to the aid of +their hard-pressed fellows; turning the tide and forcing the invaders back again +along the narrow ridge of the headland. The almost-humans were by this time all +slain, but the last of the toadlike horrors fought desperately with the great spears +clutched in their powerful and disgusting paws. The time for javelins was now +nearly past, and the fight became a hand-to-hand contest of what few spearmen +could meet upon that narrow ridge. + +As fury and recklessness increased, the number falling into the sea became very +great. Those striking the harbour met nameless extinction from the unseen +bubblers, but of those striking the open sea some were able to swim to the foot of + + + + +the cliffs and land on tidal rocks, while the hovering galley of the enemy rescued +several moonbeasts. The cliffs were unscalable except where the monsters had +debarked, so that none of the ghouls on the rocks could rejoin their battle-line. +Some were killed by javelins from the hostile galley or from the moonbeasts +above, but a few survived to be rescued. When the security of the land parties +seemed assured. Carter's galley sallied forth between the headlands and drove +the hostile ship far out to sea; pausing to rescue such ghouls as were on the rocks +or still swimming in the ocean. Several moonbeasts washed on rocks or reefs +were speedily put out of the way. + +Finally, the moonbeast galley being safely in the distance and the invading land +army concentrated in one place. Carter landed a considerable force on the eastern +headland in the enemy's rear; after which the fight was short-lived indeed. +Attacked from both sides, the noisome flounderers were rapidly cut to pieces or +pushed into the sea, till by evening the ghoulish chiefs agreed that the island was +again clear of them. The hostile galley, meanwhile, had disappeared; and it was +decided that the evil jagged rock had better be evacuated before any +overwhelming horde of lunar horrors might be assembled and brought against +the victors. + +So by night Pickman and Carter assembled all the ghouls and counted them with +care, finding that over a fourth had been lost in the day's battles. The wounded +were placed on bunks in the galley, for Pickman always discouraged the old +ghoulish custom of killing and eating one's own wounded, and the able-bodied +troops were assigned to the oars or to such other places as they might most +usefully fill. Under the low phosphorescent clouds of night the galley sailed, and +Carter was not sorry to be departing from the island of unwholesome secrets, +whose lightless domed hall with its bottomless well and repellent bronze door +lingered restlessly in his fancy. Dawn found the ship in sight of Sarkomand's +ruined quays of basalt, where a few night-gaunt sentries still waited, squatting +like black horned gargoyles on the broken columns and crumbling sphinxes of +that fearful city which lived and died before the years of man. + +The ghouls made camp amongst the fallen stones of Sarkomand, despatching a +messenger for enough night-gaunts to serve them as steeds. Pickman and the +other chiefs were effusive in their gratitude for the aid Carter had lent them. +Carter now began to feel that his plans were indeed maturing well, and that he +would be able to command the help of these fearsome allies not only in quitting +this part of dreamland, but in pursuing his ultimate quest for the gods atop +unknown Kadath, and the marvellous sunset city they so strangely withheld +from his slumbers. Accordingly he spoke of these things to the ghoulish leaders; +telling what he knew of the cold waste wherein Kadath stands and of the +monstrous Shantaks and the mountains carven into double-headed images + + + + +which guard it. He spoke of the fear of Shantaks for night-gaunts, and of how the +vast hippocephahc birds fly screaming from the black burrows high up on the +gaunt grey peaks that divide Inquanok from hateful Leng. He spoke, too, of the +things he had learned concerning night-gaunts from the frescoes in the +windowless monastery of the High-Priest Not To Be Described; how even the +Great Ones fear them, and how their ruler is not the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep +at all, but hoary and immemorial Nodens, Lord of the Great Abyss. + +All these things Carter glibbered to the assembled ghouls, and presently outlined +that request which he had in mind and which he did not think extravagant +considering the services he had so lately rendered the rubbery doglike lopers. He +wished very much, he said, for the services of enough night-gaunts to bear him +safely through the aft past the realm of Shantaks and carven mountains, and up +into the old waste beyond the returning tracks of any other mortal. He desired to +fly to the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste to plead with the +Great Ones for the sunset city they denied him, and felt sure that the night- +gaunts could take him thither without trouble; high above the perils of the plain, +and over the hideous double heads of those carven sentinel mountains that squat +eternally in the grey dusk. For the horned and faceless creatures there could be +no danger from aught of earth since the Great Ones themselves dread them. And +even were unexpected things to come from the Other Gods, who are prone to +oversee the affairs of earth's milder gods, the night-gaunts need not fear; for the +outer hells are indifferent matters to such silent and slippery flyers as own not +Nyarlathotep for their master, but bow only to potent and archaic Nodens. + +A flock of ten or fifteen night-gaunts. Carter glibbered, would surely be enough +to keep any combination of Shantaks at a distance, though perhaps it might be +well to have some ghouls in the party to manage the creatures, their ways being +better known to their ghoulish allies than to men. The party could land him at +some convenient point within whatever walls that fabulous onyx citadel might +have, waiting in the shadows for his return or his signal whilst he ventured +inside the castle to give prayer to the gods of earth. If any ghouls chose to escort +him into the throne-room of the Great Ones, he would be thankful, for their +presence would add weight and importance to his plea. He would not, however, +insist upon this but merely wished transportation to and from the castle atop +unknown Kadath; the final journey being either to the marvellous sunset city +itself, in case of gods proved favourable, or back to the earthward Gate of Deeper +Slumber in the Enchanted Wood in case his prayers were fruitless. + +Whilst Carter was speaking all the ghouls listened with great attention, and as +the moments advanced the sky became black with clouds of those night-gaunts +for which messengers had been sent. The winged steeds settled in a semicircle +around the ghoulish army, waiting respectfully as the doglike chieftains + + + + +considered the wish of the earthly traveller. The ghoul that was Pickman +glibbered gravely with his fellows and in the end Carter was offered far more +than he had at most expected. As he had aided the ghouls in their conquest of the +moonbeasts, so would they aid him in his daring voyage to realms whence none +had ever returned; lending him not merely a few of their allied night-gaunts, but +their entire army as then encamped, veteran fighting ghouls and newly +assembled night-gaunts alike, save only a small garrison for the captured black +galley and such spoils as had come from the jagged rock in the sea. They would +set out through the aft whenever he might wish, and once arrived on Kadath a +suitable train of ghouls would attend him in state as he placed his petition before +earth's gods in their onyx castle. + +Moved by a gratitude and satisfaction beyond words. Carter made plans with +the ghoulish leaders for his audacious voyage. The army would fly high, they +decided, over hideous Leng with its nameless monastery and wicked stone +villages; stopping only at the vast grey peaks to confer with the Shantak- +frightening night-gaunts whose burrows honeycombed their summits. They +would then, according to what advice they might receive from those denizens, +choose their final course; approaching unknown Kadath either through the +desert of carven mountains north of Inquanok, or through the more northerly +reaches of repulsive Leng itself. Doglike and soulless as they are, the ghouls and +night-gaunts had no dread of what those untrodden deserts might reveal; nor +did they feel any deterring awe at the thought of Kadath towering lone with its +onyx castle of mystery. + +About midday the ghouls and night-gaunts prepared for flight, each ghoul +selecting a suitable pair of horned steeds to bear him. Carter was placed well up +toward the head of the column beside Pickman, and in front of the whole a +double line of riderless night-gaunts was provided as a vanguard. At a brisk +meep from Pickman the whole shocking army rose in a nightmare cloud above +the broken columns and crumbling sphinxes of primordial Sarkomand; higher +and higher, till even the great basalt cliff behind the town was cleared, and the +cold, sterile table-land of Leng's outskirts laid open to sight. Still higher flew the +black host, till even this table-land grew small beneath them; and as they worked +northward over the wind-swept plateau of horror Carter saw once again with a +shudder the circle of crude monoliths and the squat windowless building which +he knew held that frightful silken-masked blasphemy from whose clutches he +had so narrowly escaped. This time no descent was made as the army swept +batlike over the sterile landscape, passing the feeble fires of the unwholesome +stone villages at a great altitude, and pausing not at all to mark the morbid +twistings of the hooved, horned almost-humans that dance and pipe eternally +therein. Once they saw a Shantak-bird flying low over the plain, but when it saw +them it screamed noxiously and flapped off to the north in grotesque panic. + + + + +At dusk they reached the jagged grey peaks that form the barrier of Inquanok, +and hovered about these strange caves near the summits which Carter recalled as +so frightful to the Shantaks. At the insistent meeping of the ghoulish leaders +there issued forth from each lofty burrow a stream of horned black flyers with +which the ghouls and night-gaunts of the party conferred at length by means of +ugly gestures. It soon became clear that the best course would be that over the +cold waste north of Inquanok, for Leng's northward reaches are full of unseen +pitfalls that even the night-gaunts dislike; abysmal influences centering in certain +white hemispherical buildings on curious knolls, which common folklore +associates unpleasantly with the Other Gods and their crawling chaos +Nyarlathotep. + +Of Kadath the flutterers of the peaks knew almost nothing, save that there must +be some mighty marvel toward the north, over which the Shantaks and the +carven mountains stand guard. They hinted at rumoured abnormalities of +proportion in those trackless leagues beyond, and recalled vague whispers of a +realm where night broods eternally; but of definite data they had nothing to give. +So Carter and his party thanked them kindly; and, crossing the topmost granite +pinnacles to the skies of Inquanok, dropped below the level of the +phosphorescent night clouds and beheld in the distance those terrible squatting +gargoyles that were mountains till some titan hand carved fright into their virgin +rock. + +There they squatted in a hellish half-circle, their legs on the desert sand and their +mitres piercing the luminous clouds; sinister, wolflike, and double-headed, with +faces of fury and right hands raised, dully and malignly watching the rim of +man's world and guarding with horror the reaches of a cold northern world that +is not man's. From their hideous laps rose evil Shantaks of elephantine bulk, but +these all fled with insane titters as the vanguard of night-gaunts was sighted in +the misty sky. Northward above those gargoyle mountains the army flew, and +over leagues of dim desert where never a landmark rose. Less and less luminous +grew the clouds, till at length Carter could see only blackness around him; but +never did the winged steeds falter, bred as they were in earth's blackest crypts, +and seeing not with any eyes, but with the whole dank surface of their slippery +forms. On and on they flew, past winds of dubious scent and sounds of dubious +import; ever in thickest darkness, and covering such prodigious spaces that +Carter wondered whether or not they could still be within earth's dreamland. + +Then suddenly the clouds thinned and the stars shone spectrally above. All +below was still black, but those pallid beacons in the sky seemed alive with a +meaning and directiveness they had never possessed elsewhere. It was not that +the figures of the constellations were different, but that the same familiar shapes +now revealed a significance they had formerly failed to make plain. Everything + + + + +focussed toward the north; every curve and asterism of the ghttering sky became +part of a vast design whose function was to hurry first the eye and then the +whole observer onward to some secret and terrible goal of convergence beyond +the frozen waste that stretched endlessly ahead. Carter looked toward the east +where the great ridge of barrier peaks had towered along all the length of +Inquanok and saw against the stars a jagged silhouette which told of its +continued presence. It was more broken now, with yawning clefts and +fantastically erratic pinnacles; and Carter studied closely the suggestive turnings +and inclinations of that grotesque outline, which seemed to share with the stars +some subtle northward urge. + +They were flying past at a tremendous speed, so that the watcher had to strain +hard to catch details; when all at once he beheld just above the line of the +topmost peaks a dark and moving object against the stars, whose course exactly +paralleled that of his own bizarre party. The ghouls had likewise glimpsed it, for +he heard their low glibbering all about him, and for a moment he fancied the +object was a gigantic Shantak, of a size vastly greater than that of the average +specimen. Soon, however, he saw that this theory would not hold; for the shape +of the thing above the mountains was not that of any hippocephalic bird. Its +outline against the stars, necessarily vague as it was, resembled rather some huge +mitred head, or pair of heads infinitely magnified; and its rapid bobbing flight +through the sky seemed most peculiarly a wingless one. Carter could not tell +which side of the mountains it was on, but soon perceived that it had parts below +the parts he had first seen, since it blotted out all the stars in places where the +ridge was deeply cleft. + +Then came a wide gap in the range, where the hideous reaches of transmontane +Leng were joined to the cold waste on this side by a low pass trough which the +stars shone wanly. Carter watched this gap with intense care, knowing that he +might see outlined against the sky beyond it the lower parts of the vast thing that +flew undulantly above the pinnacles. The object had now floated ahead a trifle, +and every eye of the party was fixed on the rift where it would presently appear +in full-length silhouette. Gradually the huge thing above the peaks neared the +gap, slightly slackening its speed as if conscious of having outdistanced the +ghoulish army. For another minute suspense was keen, and then the brief instant +of full silhouette and revelation came; bringing to the lips of the ghouls an awed +and half-choked meep of cosmic fear, and to the soul of the traveller a chill that +never wholly left it. For the mammoth bobbing shape that overtopped the ridge +was only a head - a mitred double head - and below it in terrible vastness loped +the frightful swollen body that bore it; the mountain-high monstrosity that +walked in stealth and silence; the hyaena-like distortion of a giant anthropoid +shape that trotted blackly against the sky, its repulsive pair of cone-capped heads +reaching half way to the zenith. + + + + +Carter did not lose consciousness or even scream aloud, for he was an old +dreamer; but he looked behind him in horror and shuddered when he saw that +there were other monstrous heads silhouetted above the level of the peaks, +bobbing along stealthily after the first one. And straight in the rear were three of +the mighty mountain shapes seen full against the southern stars, tiptoeing +wolflike and lumberingly, their tall mitres nodding thousands of feet in the aft. +The carven mountains, then, had not stayed squatting in that rigid semicircle +north of Inquanok, with right hands uplifted. They had duties to perform, and +were not remiss. But it was horrible that they never spoke, and never even made +a sound in walking. + +Meanwhile the ghoul that was Pickman had glibbered an order to the night- +gaunts, and the whole army soared higher into the air. Up toward the stars the +grotesque column shot, till nothing stood out any longer against the sky; neither +the grey granite ridge that was still nor the carven mitred mountains that +walked. All was blackness beneath as the fluttering legion surged northward +amidst rushing winds and invisible laughter in the aether, and never a Shantak +or less mentionable entity rose from the haunted wastes to pursue them. The +farther they went, the faster they flew, till soon their dizzying speed seemed to +pass that of a rifle ball and approach that of a planet in its orbit. Carter wondered +how with such speed the earth could still stretch beneath them, but knew that in +the land of dream dimensions have strange properties. That they were in a realm +of eternal night he felt certain, and he fancied that the constellations overhead +had subtly emphasized their northward focus; gathering themselves up as it +were to cast the flying army into the void of the boreal pole, as the folds of a bag +are gathered up to cast out the last bits of substance therein. + +Then he noticed with terror that the wings of the night-gaunts were not flapping +any more. The horned and faceless steeds had folded their membranous +appendages, and were resting quite passive in the chaos of wind that whirled +and chuckled as it bore them on. A force not of earth had seized on the army, and +ghouls and night-gaunts alike were powerless before a current which pulled +madly and relentlessly into the north whence no mortal had ever returned. At +length a lone pallid light was seen on the skyline ahead, thereafter rising steadily +as they approached, and having beneath it a black mass that blotted out the stars. +Carter saw that it must be some beacon on a mountain, for only a mountain +could rise so vast as seen from so prodigious a height in the air. + +Higher and higher rose the light and the blackness beneath it, till all the northern +sky was obscured by the rugged conical mass. Lofty as the army was, that pale +and sinister beacon rose above it, towering monstrous over all peaks and +concernments of earth, and tasting the atomless aether where the cryptical moon +and the mad planets reel. No mountain known of man was that which loomed + + + + +before them. The high clouds far below were but a fringe for its foothills. The +groping dizziness of topmost air was but a girdle for its loins. Scornful and +spectral climbed that bridge betwixt earth and heaven, black in eternal night, and +crowned with a pshent of unknown stars whose awful and significant outline +grew every moment clearer. Ghouls meeped in wonder as they saw it, and Carter +shivered in fear lest all the hurtling army be dashed to pieces on the unyielding +onyx of that Cyclopean cliff. + +Higher and higher rose the light, till it mingled with the loftiest orbs of the zenith +and winked down at the flyers with lurid mockery. All the north beneath it was +blackness now; dread, stony blackness from infinite depths to infinite heights, +with only that pale winking beacon perched unreachably at the top of all vision. +Carter studied the light more closely, and saw at last what lines its inky +background made against the stars. There were towers on that titan +mountaintop; horrible domed towers in noxious and incalculable tiers and +clusters beyond any dreamable workmanship of man; battlements and terraces +of wonder and menace, all limned tiny and black and distant against the starry +pshent that glowed malevolently at the uppermost rim of sight. Capping that +most measureless of mountains was a castle beyond all mortal thought, and in it +glowed the daemon-light. Then Randolph Carter knew that his quest was done, +and that he saw above him the goal of all forbidden steps and audacious visions; +the fabulous, the incredible home of the Great Ones atop unknown Kadath. + +Even as he realised this thing. Carter noticed a change in the course of the +helplessly wind-sucked party. They were rising abruptly now, and it was plain +that the focus of their flight was the onyx castle where the pale light shone. So +close was the great black mountain that its sides sped by them dizzily as they +shot upward, and in the darkness they could discern nothing upon it. Vaster and +vaster loomed the tenebrous towers of the nighted castle above, and Carter could +see that it was well-nigh blasphemous in its immensity. Well might its stones +have been quarried by nameless workmen in that horrible gulf rent out of the +rock in the hill pass north of Inquanok, for such was its size that a man on its +threshold stood even as air out on the steps of earth's loftiest fortress. The pshent +of unknown stars above the myriad domed turrets glowed with a sallow, sickly +flare, so that a kind of twilight hung about the murky walls of slippery onyx. The +pallid beacon was now seen to be a single shining window high up in one of the +loftiest towers, and as the helpless army neared the top of the mountain Carter +thought he detected unpleasant shadows flitting across the feebly luminous +expanse. It was a strangely arched window, of a design wholly alien to earth. + +The solid rock now gave place to the giant foundations of the monstrous castle, +and it seemed that the speed of the party was somewhat abated. Vast walls shot +up, and there was a glimpse of a great gate through which the voyagers were + + + + +swept. All was night in the titan courtyard, and then came the deeper blackness +of inmost things as a huge arched portal engulfed the column. Vortices of cold +wind surged dankly through sightless labyrinths of onyx, and Carter could never +tell what Cyclopean stairs and corridors lay silent along the route of his endless +aerial twisting. Always upward led the terrible plunge in darkness, and never a +sound, touch or glimpse broke the dense pall of mystery. Large as the army of +ghouls and night-gaunts was, it was lost in the prodigious voids of that more +than earthly castle. And when at last there suddenly dawned around him the +lurid light of that single tower room whose lofty window had served as a beacon, +it took Carter long to discern the far walls and high, distant ceiling, and to realize +that he was indeed not again in the boundless air outside. + +Randolph Carter had hoped to come into the throne-room of the Great Ones with +poise and dignity, flanked and followed by impressive lines of ghouls in +ceremonial order, and offering his prayer as a free and potent master among +dreamers. He had known that the Great Ones themselves are not beyond a +mortal's power to cope with, and had trusted to luck that the Other Gods and +their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep would not happen to come to their aid at the +crucial moment, as they had so often done before when men sought out earth's +gods in their home or on their mountains. And with his hideous escort he had +half hoped to defy even the Other Gods if need were, knowing as he did that +ghouls have no masters, and that night-gaunts own not Nyarlathotep but only +archaic Nodens for their lord. But now he saw that supernal Kadath in its cold +waste is indeed girt with dark wonders and nameless sentinels, and that the +Other Gods are of a surety vigilant in guarding the mild, feeble gods of earth. +Void as they are of lordship over ghouls and night-gaunts, the mindless, +shapeless blasphemies of outer space can yet control them when they must; so +that it was not in state as a free and potent master of dreamers that Randolph +Carter came into the Great Ones' throne-room with his ghouls. Swept and +herded by nightmare tempests from the stars, and dogged by unseen horrors of +the northern waste, all that army floated captive and helpless in the lurid light, +dropping numbly to the onyx floor when by some voiceless order the winds of +fright dissolved. + +Before no golden dais had Randolph Carter come, nor was there any august +circle of crowned and haloed beings with narrow eyes, long-lobed ears, thin +nose, and pointed chin whose kinship to the carven face on Ngranek might +stamp them as those to whom a dreamer might pray. Save for the one tower +room the onyx castle atop Kadath was dark, and the masters were not there. +Carter had come to unknown Kadath in the cold waste, but he had not found the +gods. Yet still the lurid light glowed in that one tower room whose size was so +little less than that of all outdoors, and whose distant walls and roof were so +nearly lost to sight in thin, curling mists. Earth's gods were not there, it was true. + + + + +but of subtler and less visible presences there could be no lack. Where the mild +gods are absent, the Other Gods are not unrepresented; and certainly, the onyx +castle of castles was far from tenantless. In what outrageous form or forms terror +would next reveal itself Carter could by no means imagine. He felt that his visit +had been expected, and wondered how close a watch had all along been kept +upon him by the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. It is Nyarlathotep, horror of +infinite shapes and dread soul and messenger of the Other Gods, that the +fungous moonbeasts serve; and Carter thought of the black galley that had +vanished when the tide of battle turned against the toadlike abnormalities on the +jagged rock in the sea. + +Reflecting upon these things, he was staggering to his feet in the midst of his +nightmare company when there rang without warning through that pale-litten +and limitless chamber the hideous blast of a daemon trumpet. Three times pealed +that frightful brazen scream, and when the echoes of the third blast had died +chucklingly away Randolph Carter saw that he was alone. Whither, why and +how the ghouls and night-gaunts had been snatched from sight was not for him +to divine. He knew only that he was suddenly alone, and that whatever unseen +powers lurked mockingly around him were no powers of earth's friendly +dreamland. Presently from the chamber's uttermost reaches a new sound came. +This, too, was a rhythmic trumpeting; but of a kind far removed from the three +raucous blasts which had dissolved his goodly cohorts. In this low fanfare +echoed all the wonder and melody of ethereal dream; exotic vistas of +unimagined loveliness floating from each strange chord and subtly alien +cadence. Odours of incense came to match the golden notes; and overhead a +great light dawned, its colours changing in cycles unknown to earth's spectrum, +and following the song of the trumpets in weird symphonic harmonies. Torches +flared in the distance, and the beat of drums throbbed nearer amidst waves of +tense expectancy. + +Out of the thinning mists and the cloud of strange incenses filed twin columns of +giant black slaves with loin-cloths of iridescent silk. Upon their heads were +strapped vast helmet-like torches of glittering metal, from which the fragrance of +obscure balsams spread in fumous spirals. In their right hands were crystal +wands whose tips were carven into leering chimaeras, while their left hands +grasped long thin silver trumpets which they blew in turn. Armlets and anklets +of gold they had, and between each pair of anklets stretched a golden chain that +held its wearer to a sober gait. That they were true black men of earth's +dreamland was at once apparent, but it seemed less likely that their rites and +costumes were wholly things of our earth. Ten feet from Carter the columns +stopped, and as they did so each trumpet flew abruptly to its bearer's thick lips. +Wild and ecstatic was the blast that followed, and wilder still the cry that +chorused just after from dark throats somehow made shrill by strange artifice. + + + + +Then down the wide lane betwixt the two columns a lone figure strode; a tall, +slim figure with the young face of an antique Pharaoh, gay with prismatic robes +and crowned with a golden pshent that glowed with inherent light. Close up to +Carter strode that regal figure; whose proud carriage and smart features had in +them the fascination of a dark god or fallen archangel, and around whose eyes +there lurked the languid sparkle of capricious humour. It spoke, and in its +mellow tones there rippled the wild music of Lethean streams. + +"Randolph Carter," said the voice, "you have come to see the Great Ones whom +it is unlawful for men to see. Watchers have spoken of this thing, and the Other +Gods have grunted as they rolled and tumbled mindlessly to the sound of thin +flutes in the black ultimate void where broods the daemon-sultan whose name +no lips dare speak aloud. + +"When Barzai the Wise climbed Hatheg-Kia to see the Greater Ones dance and +howl above the clouds in the moonlight he never returned. The Other Gods were +there, and they did what was expected. Zenig of Aphorat sought to reach +unknown Kadath in the cold waste, and his skull is now set in a ring on the little +finger of one whom I need not name. + +"But you, Randolph Carter, have braved all things of earth's dreamland, and +burn still with the flame of quest. You came not as one curious, but as one +seeking his due, nor have you failed ever in reverence toward the mild gods of +earth. Yet have these gods kept you from the marvellous sunset city of your +dreams, and wholly through their own small covetousness; for verily, they +craved the weird loveliness of that which your fancy had fashioned, and vowed +that henceforward no other spot should be their abode. + +"They are gone from their castle on unknown Kadath to dwell in your +marvellous city. All through its palaces of veined marble they revel by day, and +when the sun sets they go out in the perfumed gardens and watch the golden +glory on temples and colonnades, arched bridges and silver-basined fountains, +and wide streets with blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows. +And when night comes they climb tall terraces in the dew, and sit on carved +benches of porphyry scanning the stars, or lean over pale balustrades to gaze at +the town's steep northward slopes, where one by one the little windows in old +peaked gables shine softly out with the calm yellow light of homely candles. + +"The gods love your marvellous city, and walk no more in the ways of the gods. +They have forgotten the high places of earth, and the mountains that knew their +youth. The earth has no longer any gods that are gods, and only the Other Ones +from outer space hold sway on unremembered Kadath. Far away in a valley of +your own childhood, Randolph Carter, play the heedless Great Ones. You have + + + + +dreamed too well, O wise arch-dreamer, for you have drawn dream's gods away +from the world of all men's visions to that which is wholly yours; having builded +out of your boyhood's small fancies a city more lovely than all the phantoms that +have gone before. + +"It is not well that earth's gods leave their thrones for the spider to spin on, and +their realm for the Others to sway in the dark manner of Others. Fain would the +powers from outside bring chaos and horror to you, Randolph Carter, who are +the cause of their upsetting, but that they know it is by you alone that the gods +may be sent back to their world. In that half-waking dreamland which is yours, +no power of uttermost night may pursue; and only you can send the selfish Great +Ones gently out of your marvellous sunset city, back through the northern +twilight to their wonted place atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste. + +"So. Randolph Carter, in the name of the Other Gods I spare you and charge you +to seek that sunset city which is yours, and to send thence the drowsy truant +gods for whom the dream world waits. Not hard to find is that roseal fever of the +gods, that fanfare of supernal trumpets and clash of immortal cymbals, that +mystery whose place and meaning have haunted you through the halls of +waking and the gulfs of dreaming, and tormented you with hints of vanished +memory and the pain of lost things awesome and momentous. Not hard to find +is that symbol and relic of your days of wonder, for truly, it is but the stable and +eternal gem wherein all that wonder sparkles crystallised to light your evening +path. Behold! It is not over unknown seas but back over well-known years that +your quest must go; back to the bright strange things of infancy and the quick +sun-drenched glimpses of magic that old scenes brought to wide young eyes. + +"For know you, that your gold and marble city of wonder is only the sum of +what you have seen and loved in youth. It is the glory of Boston's hillside roofs +and western windows aflame with sunset, of the flower-fragrant Common and +the great dome on the hill and the tangle of gables and chimneys in the violet +valley where the many-bridged Charles flows drowsily. These things you saw, +Randolph Carter, when your nurse first wheeled you out in the springtime, and +they will be the last things you will ever see with eyes of memory and of love. +And there is antique Salem with its brooding years, and spectral Marblehead +scaling its rocky precipices into past centuries! And the glory of Salem's towers +and spires seen afar from Marblehead's pastures across the harbour against the +setting sun. + +"There is Providence quaint and lordly on its seven hills over the blue harbour, +with terraces of green leading up to steeples and citadels of living antiquity, and +Newport climbing wraithlike from its dreaming breakwater. Arkham is there, +with its moss-grown gambrel roofs and the rocky rolling meadows behind it; and + + + + +antediluvian Kingsport hoary with stacked chimneys and deserted quays and +overhanging gables, and the marvel of high cliffs and the milky-misted ocean +with tolling buoys beyond. + +"Cool vales in Concord, cobbled lands in Portsmouth, twilight bends of rustic +New Hampshire roads where giant elms half hide white farmhouse walls and +creaking well-sweeps. Gloucester's salt wharves and Truro's windy willows. +Vistas of distant steepled towns and hills beyond hills along the North Shore, +hushed stony slopes and low ivied cottages in the lee of huge boulders in Rhode +Island's back country. Scent of the sea and fragrance of the fields; spell of the +dark woods and joy of the orchards and gardens at dawn. These, Randolph +Carter, are your city; for they are yourself. New England bore you, and into your +soul she poured a liquid loveliness which cannot die. This loveliness, moulded, +crystallised, and polished by years of memory and dreaming, is your terraced +wonder of elusive sunsets; and to find that marble parapet with curious urns and +carven rail, and descend at last these endless balustraded steps to the city of +broad squares and prismatic fountains, you need only to turn back to the +thoughts and visions of your wistful boyhood. + +"Look! through that window shine the stars of eternal night. Even now they are +shining above the scenes you have known and cherished, drinking of their charm +that they may shine more lovely over the gardens of dream. There is Antares-he +is winking at this moment over the roofs of Tremont Street, and you could see +him from your window on Beacon Hill. Out beyond those stars yawn the gulfs +from whence my mindless masters have sent me. Some day you too may traverse +them, but if you are wise you will beware such folly; for of those mortals who +have been and returned, only one preserves a mind unshattered by the +pounding, clawing horrors of the void. Terrors and blasphemies gnaw at one +another for space, and there is more evil in the lesser ones than in the greater; +even as you know from the deeds of those who sought to deliver you into my +hands, whilst I myself harboured no wish to shatter you, and would indeed have +helped you hither long ago had I not been elsewhere busy,and certain that you +would yourself find the way. Shun then, the outer hells, and stick to the calm, +lovely things of your youth. Seek out your marvellous city and drive thence the +recreant Great Ones, sending them back gently to those scenes which are of their +own youth, and which wait uneasy for their return. + +"Easier even then the way of dim memory is the way I will prepare for you. See! +There comes hither a monstrous Shantak, led by a slave who for your peace of +mind had best keep invisible. Mount and be ready - there! Yogash the Black will +help you on the scaly horror. Steer for that brightest star just south of the zenith - +it is Vega, and in two hours will be just above the terrace of your sunset city. +Steer for it only till you hear a far-off singing in the high aether. Higher than that + + + + +lurks madness, so rein your Shantak when the first note lures. Look then back to +earth, and you will see shining the deathless altar-flame of Ired-Naa from the +sacred roof of a temple. That temple is in your desiderate sunset city, so steer for +it before you heed the singing and are lost. + +"When you draw nigh the city steer for the same high parapet whence of old you +scanned the outspread glory, prodding the Shantak till he cry aloud. That cry the +Great Ones will hear and know as they sit on their perfumed terraces, and there +will come upon them such a homesickness that all of your city's wonders will not +console them for the absence of Kadath's grim castle and the pshent of eternal +stars that crowns it. + +"Then must you land amongst them with the Shantak, and let them see and +touch that noisome and hippocephalic bird; meanwhile discoursing to them of +unknown Kadath, which you will so lately have left, and telling them how its +boundless halls are lovely and unlighted, where of old they used to leap and +revel in supernal radiance. And the Shantak will talk to them in the manner of +Shantaks, but it will have no powers of persuasion beyond the recalling of elder +days. + +"Over and over must you speak to the wandering Great Ones of their home and +youth, till at last they will weep and ask to be shewn the returning path they +have forgotten. Thereat can you loose the waiting Shantak, sending him skyward +with the homing cry of his kind; hearing which the Great Ones will prance and +jump with antique mirth, and forthwith stride after the loathly bird in the fashion +of gods, through the deep gulfs of heaven to Kadath's familiar towers and +domes. + +"Then will the marvellous sunset city be yours to cherish and inhabit for ever, +and once more will earth's gods rule the dreams of men from their accustomed +seat. Go now - the casement is open and the stars await outside. Already your +Shantak wheezes and titters with impatience. Steer for Vega through the night, +but turn when the singing sounds. Forget not this warning, lest horrors +unthinkable suck you into the gulf of shrieking and ululant madness. Remember +the Other Gods; they are great and mindless and terrible, and lurk in the outer +voids. They are good gods to shun. + +"Hei! Aa-shanta 'nygh! You are off! Send back earth's gods to their haunts on +unknown Kadath, and pray to all space that you may never meet me in my +thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for I am +Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos." + + + + +And Randolph Carter, gasping and dizzy on his hideous Shantak, shot +screamingly into space toward the cold blue glare of boreal Vega; looking but +once behind him at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the onyx nightmare +wherein still glowed the lone lurid light of that window above the air and the +clouds of earth's dreamland. Great polypous horrors slid darkly past, and +unseen bat wings beat multitudinous around him, but still he clung to the +unwholesome mane of that loathly and hippocephalic scaled bird. The stars +danced mockingly, almost shifting now and then to form pale signs of doom that +one might wonder one had not seen and feared before; and ever the winds of +nether howled of vague blackness and loneliness beyond the cosmos. + +Then through the glittering vault ahead there fell a hush of portent, and all the +winds and horrors slunk away as night things slink away before the dawn. +Trembling in waves that golden wisps of nebula made weirdly visible, there rose +a timid hint of far-off melody, droning in faint chords that our own universe of +stars knows not. And as that music grew, the Shantak raised its ears and plunged +ahead, and Carter likewise bent to catch each lovely strain. It was a song, but not +the song of any voice. Night and the spheres sang it, and it was old when space +and Nyarlathotep and the Other Gods were born. + +Faster flew the Shantak, and lower bent the rider, drunk with the marvel of +strange gulfs, and whirling in the crystal coils of outer magic. Then came too late +the warning of the evil one, the sardonic caution of the daemon legate who had +bidden the seeker beware the madness of that song. Only to taunt had +Nyarlathotep marked out the way to safety and the marvellous sunset city; only +to mock had that black messenger revealed the secret of these truant gods whose +steps he could so easily lead back at will. For madness and the void's wild +vengeance are Nyarlathotep's only gifts to the presumptuous; and frantick +though the rider strove to turn his disgusting steed, that leering, tittering Shantak +coursed on impetuous and relentless, flapping its great slippery wings in +malignant joy and headed for those unhallowed pits whither no dreams reach; +that last amorphous blight of nether-most confusion where bubbles and +blasphemes at infinity's centre the mindless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose +name no lips dare speak aloud. + +Unswerving and obedient to the foul legate's orders, that hellish bird plunged +onward through shoals of shapeless lurkers and caperers in darkness, and +vacuous herds of drifting entities that pawed and groped and groped and +pawed; the nameless larvae of the Other Gods, that are like them blind and +without mind, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts + +Onward unswerving and relentless, and tittering hilariously to watch the +chuckling and hysterics into which the risen song of night and the spheres had + + + + +turned, that eldritch scaly monster bore its helpless rider; hurtling and shooting, +cleaving the uttermost rim and spanning the outermost abysses; leaving behind +the stars and the realms of matter, and darting meteor-like through stark +formlessness toward those inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time +wherein Azathoth gnaws shapeless and ravenous amidst the muffled, +maddening beat of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed +flutes. + +Onward - onward - through the screaming, cackling, and blackly populous gulfs +- and then from some dim blessed distance there came an image and a thought to +Randolph Carter the doomed. Too well had Nyarlathotep planned his mocking +and his tantalising, for he had brought up that which no gusts of icy terror could +quite efface. Home - New England - Beacon Hill - the waking world. + +"For know you, that your gold and marble city of wonder is only the sum of +what you have seen and loved in youth. . . the glory of Boston's hillside roofs and +western windows aflame with sunset; of the flower-fragrant Common and the +great dome on the hill and the tangle of gables and chimneys in the violet valley +where the many -bridged Charles flows drowsily... this loveliness, moulded, +crystallised, and polished by years of memory and dreaming, is your terraced +wonder of elusive sunsets; and to find that marble parapet with curious urns and +carven rail, and descend at last those endless balustraded steps to the city of +broad squares and prismatic fountains, you need only to turn back to the +thoughts and visions of your wistful boyhood." + +Onward - onward - dizzily onward to ultimate doom through the blackness +where sightless feelers pawed and slimy snouts jostled and nameless things +tittered and tittered and tittered. But the image and the thought had come, and +Randolph Carter knew clearly that he was dreaming and only dreaming, and +that somewhere in the background the world of waking and the city of his +infancy still lay. Words came again - "You need only turn back to the thoughts +and visions of your wistful boyhood." Turn - turn - blackness on every side, but +Randolph Carter could turn. + +Thick though the rushing nightmare that clutched his senses, Randolph Carter +could turn and move. He could move, and if he chose he could leap off the evil +Shantak that bore him hurtlingly doomward at the orders of Nyarlathotep. He +could leap off and dare those depths of night that yawned interminably down, +those depths of fear whose terrors yet could not exceed the nameless doom that +lurked waiting at chaos' core. He could turn and move and leap - he could - he +would - he would - he would. + + + + +Off that vast hippocephalic abomination leaped the doomed and desperate +dreamer, and down through endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. Aeons +reeled, universes died and were born again, stars became nebulae and nebulae +became stars, and still Randolph Carter fell through those endless voids of +sentient blackness. + +Then in the slow creeping course of eternity the utmost cycle of the cosmos +churned itself into another futile completion, and all things became again as they +were unreckoned kalpas before. Matter and light were born anew as space once +had known them; and comets, suns and worlds sprang flaming into life, though +nothing survived to tell that they had been and gone, been and gone, always and +always, back to no first beginning. + +And there was a firmament again, and a wind, and a glare of purple light in the +eyes of the falling dreamer. There were gods and presences and wills; beauty and +evil, and the shrieking of noxious night robbed of its prey. For through the +unknown ultimate cycle had lived a thought and a vision of a dreamer's +boyhood, and now there were remade a waking world and an old cherished city +to body and to justify these things. Out of the void S'ngac the violet gas had +pointed the way, and archaic Nodens was bellowing his guidance from unhinted +deeps. + +Stars swelled to dawns, and dawns burst into fountains of gold, carmine, and +purple, and still the dreamer fell. Cries rent the aether as ribbons of light beat +back the fiends from outside. And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when +Nyarlathotep, close on his quarry, stopped baffled by a glare that seared his +formless hunting-horrors to grey dust. Randolph Carter had indeed descended at +last the wide marmoreal flights to his marvellous city, for he was come again to +the fair New England world that had wrought him. + +So to the organ chords of morning's myriad whistles, and dawn's blaze thrown +dazzling through purple panes by the great gold dome of the State House on the +hill, Randolph Carter leaped shoutingly awake within his Boston room. Birds +sang in hidden gardens and the perfume of trellised vines came wistful from +arbours his grandfather had reared. Beauty and light glowed from classic mantel +and carven cornice and walls grotesquely figured, while a sleek black cat rose +yawning from hearthside sleep that his master's start and shriek had disturbed. +And vast infinities away, past the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the enchanted +wood and the garden lands and the Cerenarian Sea and the twilight reaches of +Inquanok, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx castle +atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste, and taunted insolently the mild gods of +earth whom he had snatched abruptly from their scented revels in the +marvellous sunset city. + + + + + +The Dunwich Horror + +Written in 1928 + +Published in April 1929 in Weird Tales + +Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras - dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies - +may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition - but they were there +before. They are transcripts, types - the archtypes are in us, and eternal. How else +should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to +affect us all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered +in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! +These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body - or without the +body, they would have been the same... That the kind of fear here treated is +purely spiritual - that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it +predominates in the period of our sinless infancy - are difficulties the solution of +which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and +a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence. + +- Charles Lamb: Witches and Other Night-Fears + + + +When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the +junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean's Corners he comes upon a lonely +and curious country. + +The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and +closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road. The trees of the frequent forest +belts seem too large, and the wild weeds, brambles and grasses attain a +luxuriance not often found in settled regions. At the same time the planted fields +appear singularly few and barren; while the sparsely scattered houses wear a +surprisingly uniform aspect of age, squalor, and dilapidation. + +Without knowing why, one hesitates to ask directions from the gnarled solitary +figures spied now and then on crumbling doorsteps or on the sloping, rock- +strewn meadows. Those figures are so silent and furtive that one feels somehow +confronted by forbidden things, with which it would be better to have nothing to +do. When a rise in the road brings the mountains in view above the deep woods, +the feeling of strange uneasiness is increased. The summits are too rounded and +symmetrical to give a sense of comfort and naturalness, and sometimes the sky +silhouettes with especial clearness the queer circles of tall stone pillars with +which most of them are crowned. + + + + +Gorges and ravines of problematical depth intersect the way, and the crude +wooden bridges always seem of dubious safety. When the road dips again there +are stretches of marshland that one instinctively dislikes, and indeed almost fears +at evening when unseen whippoorwills chatter and the fireflies come out in +abnormal profusion to dance to the raucous, creepily insistent rhythms of +stridently piping bull-frogs. The thin, shining line of the Miskatonic's upper +reaches has an oddly serpent-like suggestion as it winds close to the feet of the +domed hills among which it rises. + +As the hills draw nearer, one heeds their wooded sides more than their stone- +crowned tops. Those sides loom up so darkly and precipitously that one wishes +they would keep their distance, but there is no road by which to escape them. +Across a covered bridge one sees a small village huddled between the stream +and the vertical slope of Round Mountain, and wonders at the cluster of rotting +gambrel roofs bespeaking an earlier architectural period than that of the +neighbouring region. It is not reassuring to see, on a closer glance, that most of +the houses are deserted and falling to ruin, and that the broken-steepled church +now harbours the one slovenly mercantile establishment of the hamlet. One +dreads to trust the tenebrous tunnel of the bridge, yet there is no way to avoid it. +Once across, it is hard to prevent the impression of a faint, malign odour about +the village street, as of the massed mould and decay of centuries. It is always a +relief to get clear of the place, and to follow the narrow road around the base of +the hills and across the level country beyond till it rejoins the Aylesbury pike. +Afterwards one sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich. + +Outsiders visit Dunwich as seldom as possible, and since a certain season of +horror all the signboards pointing towards it have been taken down. The +scenery, judged by an ordinary aesthetic canon, is more than commonly +beautiful; yet there is no influx of artists or summer tourists. Two centuries ago, +when talk of witch-blood, Satan-worship, and strange forest presences was not +laughed at, it was the custom to give reasons for avoiding the locality. In our +sensible age - since the Dunwich horror of 1928 was hushed up by those who had +the town's and the world's welfare at heart - people shun it without knowing +exactly why. Perhaps one reason - though it cannot apply to uninformed +strangers - is that the natives are now repellently decadent, having gone far along +that path of retrogression so common in many New England backwaters. They +have come to form a race by themselves, with the well-defined mental and +physical stigmata of degeneracy and inbreeding. The average of their intelligence +is woefully low, whilst their annals reek of overt viciousness and of half-hidden +murders, incests, and deeds of almost unnameable violence and perversity. The +old gentry, representing the two or three armigerous families which came from +Salem in 1692, have kept somewhat above the general level of decay; though +many branches are sunk into the sordid populace so deeply that only their names + + + + +remain as a key to the origin they disgrace. Some of the Whateleys and Bishops +still send their eldest sons to Harvard and Miskatonic, though those sons seldom +return to the mouldering gambrel roofs under which they and their ancestors +were born. + +No one, even those who have the facts concerning the recent horror, can say just +what is the matter with Dunwich; though old legends speak of unhallowed rites +and conclaves of the Indians, amidst which they called forbidden shapes of +shadow out of the great rounded hills, and made wild orgiastic prayers that were +answered by loud crackings and rumblings from the ground below. In 1747 the +Reverend Abijah Hoadley, newly come to the Congregational Church at +Dunwich Village, preached a memorable sermon on the close presence of Satan +and his imps; in which he said: + +"It must be allow'd, that these Blasphemies of an infernall Train of Daemons are +Matters of too common Knowledge to be deny'd; the cursed Voices of Azazel +and Buzrael, of Beelzebub and Belial, being heard now from under Ground by +above a Score of credible Witnesses now living. I myself did not more than a +Fortnight ago catch a very plain Discourse of evill Powers in the Hill behind my +House; wherein there were a Rattling and Rolling, Groaning, Screeching, and +Hissing, such as no Things of this Earth could raise up, and which must needs +have come from those Caves that only black Magick can discover, and only the +Divell unlock". + +Mr. Hoadley disappeared soon after delivering this sermon, but the text, printed +in Springfield, is still extant. Noises in the hills continued to be reported from +year to year, and still form a puzzle to geologists and physiographers. + +Other traditions tell of foul odours near the hill-crowning circles of stone pillars, +and of rushing airy presences to be heard faintly at certain hours from stated +points at the bottom of the great ravines; while still others try to explain the +Devil's Hop Yard - a bleak, blasted hillside where no tree, shrub, or grass-blade +will grow. Then, too, the natives are mortally afraid of the numerous +whippoorwills which grow vocal on warm nights. It is vowed that the birds are +psychopomps lying in wait for the souls of the dying, and that they time their +eerie cries in unison with the sufferer's struggling breath. If they can catch the +fleeing soul when it leaves the body, they instantly flutter away chittering in +daemoniac laughter; but if they fail, they subside gradually into a disappointed +silence. + +These tales, of course, are obsolete and ridiculous; because they come down from +very old times. Dunwich is indeed ridiculously old - older by far than any of the +communities within thirty miles of it. South of the village one may still spy the + + + + +cellar walls and chimney of the ancient Bishop house, which was built before +1700; whilst the ruins of the mill at the falls, built in 1806, form the most modern +piece of architecture to be seen. Industry did not flourish here, and the +nineteenth-century factory movement proved short-lived. Oldest of all are the +great rings of rough-hewn stone columns on the hilltops, but these are more +generally attributed to the Indians than to the settlers. Deposits of skulls and +bones, found within these circles and around the sizeable table-like rock on +Sentinel Hill, sustain the popular belief that such spots were once the burial- +places of the Pocumtucks; even though many ethnologists, disregarding the +absurd improbability of such a theory, persist in believing the remains +Caucasian. + +II. + +It was in the township of Dunwich, in a large and partly inhabited farmhouse set +against a hillside four miles from the village and a mile and a half from any other +dwelling, that Wilbur Whateley was born at 5 a.m. on Sunday, the second of +February, 1913. This date was recalled because it was Candlemas, which people +in Dunwich curiously observe under another name; and because the noises in the +hills had sounded, and all the dogs of the countryside had barked persistently, +throughout the night before. Less worthy of notice was the fact that the mother +was one of the decadent Whateleys, a somewhat deformed, unattractive albino +woman of thirty-five, living with an aged and half-insane father about whom the +most frightful tales of wizardry had been whispered in his youth. Lavinia +Whateley had no known husband, but according to the custom of the region +made no attempt to disavow the child; concerning the other side of whose +ancestry the country folk might - and did - speculate as widely as they chose. On +the contrary, she seemed strangely proud of the dark, goatish-looking infant who +formed such a contrast to her own sickly and pink-eyed albinism, and was heard +to mutter many curious prophecies about its unusual powers and tremendous +future. + +Lavinia was one who would be apt to mutter such things, for she was a lone +creature given to wandering amidst thunderstorms in the hills and trying to read +the great odorous books which her father had inherited through two centuries of +Whateleys, and which were fast falling to pieces with age and wormholes. She +had never been to school, but was filled with disjointed scraps of ancient lore +that Old Whateley had taught her. The remote farmhouse had always been +feared because of Old Whateley's reputation for black magic, and the +unexplained death by violence of Mrs Whateley when Lavinia was twelve years +old had not helped to make the place popular. Isolated among strange +influences, Lavinia was fond of wild and grandiose day-dreams and singular + + + + +occupations; nor was her leisure much taken up by household cares in a home +from which all standards of order and cleanliness had long since disappeared. + +There was a hideous screaming which echoed above even the hill noises and the +dogs' barking on the night Wilbur was born, but no known doctor or midwife +presided at his coming. Neighbours knew nothing of him till a week afterward, +when Old Wateley drove his sleigh through the snow into Dunwich Village and +discoursed incoherently to the group of loungers at Osborne's general store. +There seemed to be a change in the old man - an added element of furtiveness in +the clouded brain which subtly transformed him from an object to a subject of +fear - though he was not one to be perturbed by any common family event. +Amidst it all he showed some trace of the pride later noticed in his daughter, and +what he said of the child's paternity was remembered by many of his hearers +years afterward. + +'I dun't keer what folks think - ef Lavinny's boy looked like his pa, he wouldn't +look like nothin' ye expeck. Ye needn't think the only folks is the folks +hereabouts. Lavinny's read some, an' has seed some things the most o' ye only +tell abaout. I calc'late her man is as good a husban' as ye kin find this side of +Aylesbury; an' ef ye knowed as much abaout the hills as I dew, ye wouldn't ast +no better church weddin' nor her'n. Let me tell ye suthin - some day yew folks'U +hear a child o' Lavinny's a-callin' its father's name on the top o' Sentinel Hill!' + +The only person who saw Wilbur during the first month of his life were old +Zechariah Whateley, of the undecayed Whateleys, and Earl Sawyer's common- +law wife, Mamie Bishop. Mamie's visit was frankly one of curiosity, and her +subsequent tales did justice to her observations; but Zechariah came to lead a +pair of Alderney cows which Old Whateley had bought of his son Curtis. This +marked the beginning of a course of cattle-buying on the part of small Wilbur's +family which ended only in 1928, when the Dunwich horror came and went; yet +at no time did the ramshackle Wateley barn seem overcrowded with livestock. +There came a period when people were curious enough to steal up and count the +herd that grazed precariously on the steep hillside above the old farm-house, and +they could never find more than ten or twelve anaemic, bloodless-looking +specimens. Evidently some blight or distemper, perhaps sprung from the +unwholesome pasturage or the diseased fungi and timbers of the filthy barn, +caused a heavy mortality amongst the Whateley animals. Odd wounds or sores, +having something of the aspect of incisions, seemed to afflict the visible cattle; +and once or twice during the earlier months certain callers fancied they could +discern similar sores about the throats of the grey, unshaven old man and his +slatternly, crinkly-haired albino daughter. + + + + +In the spring after Wilbur's birth Lavinia resumed her customary rambles in the +hills, bearing in her misproportioned arms the swarthy child. Public interest in +the Whateleys subsided after most of the country folk had seen the baby, and no +one bothered to comment on the swift development which that newcomer +seemed every day to exhibit. Wilbur's growth was indeed phenomenal, for +within three months of his birth he had attained a size and muscular power not +usually found in infants under a full year of age. His motions and even his vocal +sounds showed a restraint and deliberateness highly peculiar in an infant, and no +one was really unprepared when, at seven months, he began to walk unassisted, +with falterings which another month was sufficient to remove. + +It was somewhat after this time - on Hallowe'en - that a great blaze was seen at +midnight on the top of Sentinel Hill where the old table-like stone stands amidst +its tumulus of ancient bones. Considerable talk was started when Silas Bishop - +of the undecayed Bishops - mentioned having seen the boy running sturdily up +that hill ahead of his mother about an hour before the blaze was remarked. Silas +was rounding up a stray heifer, but he nearly forgot his mission when he +fleetingly spied the two figures in the dim light of his lantern. They darted +almost noiselessly through the underbrush, and the astonished watcher seemed +to think they were entirely unclothed. Afterwards he could not be sure about the +boy, who may have had some kind of a fringed belt and a pair of dark trunks or +trousers on. Wilbur was never subsequently seen alive and conscious without +complete and tightly buttoned attire, the disarrangement or threatened +disarrangement of which always seemed to fill him with anger and alarm. His +contrast with his squalid mother and grandfather in this respect was thought +very notable until the horror of 1928 suggested the most valid of reasons. + +The next January gossips were mildly interested in the fact that 'Lavinny's black +brat' had commenced to talk, and at the age of only eleven months. His speech +was somewhat remarkable both because of its difference from the ordinary +accents of the region, and because it displayed a freedom from infantile lisping of +which many children of three or four might well be proud. The boy was not +talkative, yet when he spoke he seemed to reflect some elusive element wholly +unpossessed by Dunwich and its denizens. The strangeness did not reside in +what he said, or even in the simple idioms he used; but seemed vaguely linked +with his intonation or with the internal organs that produced the spoken sounds. +His facial aspect, too, was remarkable for its maturity; for though he shared his +mother's and grandfather's chinlessness, his firm and precociously shaped nose +united with the expression of his large, dark, almost Latin eyes to give him an air +of quasi-adulthood and well-nigh preternatural intelligence. He was, however, +exceedingly ugly despite his appearance of brilliancy; there being something +almost goatish or animalistic about his thick lips, large-pored, yellowish skin, +coarse crinkly hair, and oddly elongated ears. He was soon disliked even more + + + + +decidedly than his mother and grandsire, and all conjectures about him were +spiced with references to the bygone magic of Old Whateley, and how the hills +once shook when he shrieked the dreadful name of Yog-Sothoth in the midst of a +circle of stones with a great book open in his arms before him. Dogs abhorred the +boy, and he was always obliged to take various defensive measures against their +barking menace. + +III. + +Meanwhile Old Whateley continued to buy cattle without measurably increasing +the size of his herd. He also cut timber and began to repair the unused parts of +his house - a spacious, peak-roofed affair whose rear end was buried entirely in +the rocky hillside, and whose three least-ruined ground-floor rooms had always +been sufficient for himself and his daughter. + +There must have been prodigious reserves of strength in the old man to enable +him to accomplish so much hard labour; and though he still babbled dementedly +at times, his carpentry seemed to show the effects of sound calculation. It had +already begun as soon as Wilbur was born, when one of the many tool sheds had +been put suddenly in order, clapboarded, and fitted with a stout fresh lock. Now, +in restoring the abandoned upper storey of the house, he was a no less thorough +craftsman. His mania showed itself only in his tight boarding-up of all the +windows in the reclaimed section - though many declared that it was a crazy +thing to bother with the reclamation at all. + +Less inexplicable was his fitting up of another downstairs room for his new +grandson - a room which several callers saw, though no one was ever admitted +to the closely-boarded upper storey. This chamber he lined with tall, firm +shelving, along which he began gradually to arrange, in apparently careful order, +all the rotting ancient books and parts of books which during his own day had +been heaped promiscuously in odd corners of the various rooms. + +'I made some use of 'em,' he would say as he tried to mend a torn black-letter +page with paste prepared on the rusty kitchen stove, 'but the boy's fitten to make +better use of 'em. He'd orter hev 'em as well so as he kin, for they're goin' to be +all of his larnin'.' + +When Wilbur was a year and seven months old - in September of 1914 - his size +and accomplishments were almost alarming. He had grown as large as a child of +four, and was a fluent and incredibly intelligent talker. He ran freely about the +fields and hills, and accompanied his mother on all her wanderings. At home he +would pore dilligently over the queer pictures and charts in his grandfather's +books, while Old Whateley would instruct and catechize him through long. + + + + +hushed afternoons. By this time the restoration of the house was finished, and +those who watched it wondered why one of the upper windows had been made +into a sohd plank door. It was a window in the rear of the east gable end, close +against the hill; and no one could imagine why a cleated wooden runway was +built up to it from the ground. About the period of this work's completion people +noticed that the old tool-house, tightly locked and windowlessly clapboarded +since Wilbur's birth, had been abandoned again. The door swung listlessly open, +and when Earl Sawyer once stepped within after a cattle-selling call on Old +Whateley he was quite discomposed by the singular odour he encountered - such +a stench, he averred, as he had never before smelt in all his life except near the +Indian circles on the hills, and which could not come from anything sane or of +this earth. But then, the homes and sheds of Dunwich folk have never been +remarkable for olfactory immaculateness. + +The following months were void of visible events, save that everyone swore to a +slow but steady increase in the mysterious hill noises. On May Eve of 1915 there +were tremors which even the Aylesbury people felt, whilst the following +Hallowe'en produced an underground rumbling queerly synchronized with +bursts of flame - 'them witch Whateleys' doin's' - from the summit of Sentinel +Hill. Wilbur was growing up uncannily, so that he looked like a boy of ten as he +entered his fourth year. He read avidly by himself now; but talked much less +than formerly. A settled taciturnity was absorbing him, and for the first time +people began to speak specifically of the dawning look of evil in his goatish face. +He would sometimes mutter an unfamiliar jargon, and chant in bizarre rhythms +which chilled the listener with a sense of unexplainable terror. The aversion +displayed towards him by dogs had now become a matter of wide remark, and +he was obliged to carry a pistol in order to traverse the countryside in safety. His +occasional use of the weapon did not enhance his popularity amongst the owners +of canine guardians. + +The few callers at the house would often find Lavinia alone on the ground floor, +while odd cries and footsteps resounded in the boarded-up second storey. She +would never tell what her father and the boy were doing up there, though once +she turned pale and displayed an abnormal degree of fear when a jocose fish- +pedlar tried the locked door leading to the stairway. That pedlar told the store +loungers at Dunwich Village that he thought he heard a horse stamping on that +floor above. The loungers reflected, thinking of the door and runway, and of the +cattle that so swiftly disappeared. Then they shuddered as they recalled tales of +Old Whateley's youth, and of the strange things that are called out of the earth +when a bullock is sacrificed at the proper time to certain heathen gods. It had for +some time been noticed that dogs had begun to hate and fear the whole +Whateley place as violently as they hated and feared young Wilbur personally. + + + + +In 1917 the war came, and Squire Sawyer Whateley, as chairman of the local draft +board, had hard work finding a quota of young Dunwich men fit even to be sent +to development camp. The government, alarmed at such signs of wholesale +regional decadence, sent several officers and medical experts to investigate; +conducting a survey which New England newspaper readers may still recall. It +was the publicity attending this investigation which set reporters on the track of +the Whateleys, and caused the Boston Globe and Arkham Advertiser to print +flamboyant Sunday stories of young Wilbur's precociousness. Old Whateley's +black magic, and the shelves of strange books, the sealed second storey of the +ancient farmhouse, and the weirdness of the whole region and its hill noises. +Wilbur was four and a half then, and looked like a lad of fifteen. His lips and +cheeks were fuzzy with a coarse dark down, and his voice had begun to break. + +Earl Sawyer went out to the Whateley place with both sets of reporters and +camera men, and called their attention to the queer stench which now seemed to +trickle down from the sealed upper spaces. It was, he said, exactly like a smell he +had found in the toolshed abandoned when the house was finally repaired; and +like the faint odours which he sometimes thought he caught near the stone circle +on the mountains. Dunwich folk read the stories when they appeared, and +grinned over the obvious mistakes. They wondered, too, why the writers made +so much of the fact that Old Whateley always paid for his cattle in gold pieces of +extremely ancient date. The Whateleys had received their visitors with ill- +concealed distaste, though they did not dare court further publicity by a violent +resistance or refusal to talk. + +IV. + +For a decade the annals of the Whateleys sink indistinguishably into the general +life of a morbid community used to their queer ways and hardened to their May +Eve and All-Hallows orgies. Twice a year they would light fires on the top of +Sentinel Hill, at which times the mountain rumblings would recur with greater +and greater violence; while at all seasons there were strange and portentous +doings at the lonely farm-house. In the course of time callers professed to hear +sounds in the sealed upper storey even when all the family were downstairs, and +they wondered how swiftly or how lingeringly a cow or bullock was usually +sacrificed. There was talk of a complaint to the Society for the Prevention of +Cruelty to Animals but nothing ever came of it, since Dunwich folk are never +anxious to call the outside world's attention to themselves. + +About 1923, when Wilbur was a boy of ten whose mind, voice, stature, and +bearded face gave all the impressions of maturity, a second great siege of +carpentry went on at the old house. It was all inside the sealed upper part, and +from bits of discarded lumber people concluded that the youth and his + + + + +grandfather had knocked out all the partitions and even removed the attic floor, +leaving only one vast open void between the ground storey and the peaked roof. +They had torn down the great central chimney, too, and fitted the rusty range +with a flimsy outside tin stove-pipe. + +In the spring after this event Old Whateley noticed the growing number of +whippoorwills that would come out of Cold Spring Glen to chirp under his +window at night. He seemed to regard the circumstance as one of great +significance, and told the loungers at Osborn's that he thought his time had +almost come. + +'They whistle jest in tune with my breathin' naow,' he said, 'an' I guess they're +gittin' ready to ketch my soul. They know it's a-goin' aout, an' dun't calc'late to +miss it. Yew'll know, boys, arter I'm gone, whether they git me er not. Ef they +dew, they'll keep up a-singin' an' laffin' till break o' day. Ef they dun't they'll +kinder quiet daown like. I expeck them an' the souls they hunts fer hev some +pretty tough tussles sometimes.' + +On Lammas Night, 1924, Dr Houghton of Aylesbury was hastily summoned by +Wilbur Whateley, who had lashed his one remaining horse through the darkness +and telephoned from Osborn's in the village. He found Old Whateley in a very +grave state, with a cardiac action and stertorous breathing that told of an end not +far off. The shapeless albino daughter and oddly bearded grandson stood by the +bedside, whilst from the vacant abyss overhead there came a disquieting +suggestion of rhythmical surging or lapping, as of the waves on some level +beach. The doctor, though, was chiefly disturbed by the chattering night birds +outside; a seemingly limitless legion of whippoorwills that cried their endless +message in repetitions timed diabolically to the wheezing gasps of the dying +man. It was uncanny and unnatural - too much, thought Dr Houghton, like the +whole of the region he had entered so reluctantly in response to the urgent call. + +Towards one o'clock Old Whateley gained consciousness, and interrupted his +wheezing to choke out a few words to his grandson. + +'More space, Willy, more space soon. Yew grows - an' that grows faster. It'll be +ready to serve ye soon, boy. Open up the gates to Yog-Sothoth with the long +chant that ye'U find on page 751 of the complete edition, an' then put a match to +the prison. Fire from airth can't burn it nohaow.' + +He was obviously quite mad. After a pause, during which the flock of +whippoorwills outside adjusted their cries to the altered tempo while some +indications of the strange hill noises came from afar off, he added another +sentence or two. + + + + +'Feed it reg'lar, Willy, an' mind the quantity; but dun't let it grow too fast fer the +place, fer ef it busts quarters or gits aout afore ye opens to Yog-Sothoth, it's all +over an' no use. Only them from beyont kin make it multiply an' work... Only +them, the old uns as wants to come back. . .' + +But speech gave place to gasps again, and Lavinia screamed at the way the +whippoorwills followed the change. It was the same for more than an hour, +when the final throaty rattle came. Dr Houghton drew shrunken lids over the +glazing grey eyes as the tumult of birds faded imperceptibly to silence. Lavinia +sobbed, but Wilbur only chuckled whilst the hill noises rumbled faintly. + +'They didn't git him,' he muttered in his heavy bass voice. + +Wilbur was by this time a scholar of really tremendous erudition in his one-sided +way, and was quietly known by correspondence to many librarians in distant +places where rare and forbidden books of old days are kept. He was more and +more hated and dreaded around Dunwich because of certain youthful +disappearances which suspicion laid vaguely at his door; but was always able to +silence inquiry through fear or through use of that fund of old-time gold which +still, as in his grandfather's time, went forth regularly and increasingly for cattle- +buying. He was now tremendously mature of aspect, and his height, having +reached the normal adult limit, seemed inclined to wax beyond that figure. In +1925, when a scholarly correspondent from Miskatonic University called upon +him one day and departed pale and puzzled, he was fully six and three-quarters +feet tall. + +Through all the years Wilbur had treated his half-deformed albino mother with a +growing contempt, finally forbidding her to go to the hills with him on May Eve +and Hallowmass; and in 1926 the poor creature complained to Mamie Bishop of +being afraid of him. + +'They's more abaout him as I knows than I kin tell ye, Mamie,' she said, 'an' +naowadays they's more nor what I know myself. I vaow afur Gawd, I dun't +know what he wants nor what he's a-tryin' to dew.' + +That Hallowe'en the hill noises sounded louder than ever, and fire burned on +Sentinel Hill as usual; but people paid more attention to the rhythmical +screaming of vast flocks of unnaturally belated whippoorwills which seemed to +be assembled near the unlighted Whateley farmhouse. After midnight their shrill +notes burst into a kind of pandemoniac cachinnation which filled all the +countryside, and not until dawn did they finally quiet down. Then they +vanished, hurrying southward where they were fully a month overdue. What +this meant, no one could quite be certain till later. None of the countryfolk + + + + +seemed to have died - but poor Lavinia Whateley, the twisted albino, was never +seen again. + +In the summer of 1927 Wilbur repaired two sheds in the farmyard and began +moving his books and effects out to them. Soon afterwards Earl Sawyer told the +loungers at Osborn's that more carpentry was going on in the Whateley +farmhouse. Wilbur was closing all the doors and windows on the ground floor, +and seemed to be taking out partitions as he and his grandfather had done +upstairs four years before. He was living in one of the sheds, and Sawyer thought +he seemed unusually worried and tremulous. People generally suspected him of +knowing something about his mother disappearance, and very few ever +approached his neighbourhood now. His height had increased to more than +seven feet, and showed no signs of ceasing its development. + +V. + +The following winter brought an event no less strange than Wilbur's first trip +outside the Dunwich region. Correspondence with the Widener Library at +Harvard, the Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris, the British Museum, the University +of Buenos Ayres, and the Library of Miskatonic University at Arkham had failed +to get him the loan of a book he desperately wanted; so at length he set out in +person, shabby, dirty, bearded, and uncouth of dialect, to consult the copy at +Miskatonic, which was the nearest to him geographically. Almost eight feet tall, +and carrying a cheap new valise from Osborne's general store, this dark and +goatish gargoyle appeared one day in Arkham in quest of the dreaded volume +kept under lock and key at the college library - the hideous Necronomicon of the +mad Arab Abdul Alhazred in Olaus Wormius' Latin version, as printed in Spain +in the seventeenth century. He had never seen a city before, but had no thought +save to find his way to the university grounds; where indeed, he passed +heedlessly by the great white-fanged watchdog that barked with unnatural fury +and enmity, and tugged frantically at its stout chaim. + +Wilbur had with him the priceless but imperfect copy of Dr Dee's English +version which his grandfather had bequeathed him, and upon receiving access to +the Latin copy he at once began to collate the two texts with the aim of +discovering a certain passage which would have come on the 751st page of his +own defective volume. This much he could not civilly refrain from telling the +librarian - the same erudite Henry Armitage (A.M. Miskatonic, Ph.D. Princeton, +Litt.D. Johns Hopkins) who had once called at the farm, and who now politely +plied him with questions. He was looking, he had to admit, for a kind of formula +or incantation containing the frightful name Yog-Sothoth, and it puzzled him to +find discrepancies, duplications, and ambiguities which made the matter of +determination far from easy. As he copied the formula he finally chose, Dr + + + + +Armitage looked involuntarily over his shoulder at the open pages; the left-hand +one of which, in the Latin version, contained such monstrous threats to the peace +and sanity of the world. + +Nor is it to be thought (ran the text as Armitage mentally translated it) that man +is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life +and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old +Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene +and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog- +Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, +present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke +through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where +They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one +can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them +near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of +those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, +differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or +substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the +Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The +wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. +They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the +hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man +knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold +stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who bath seen the deep frozen city or +the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is +Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. la! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness +shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and +Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key +to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; +They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter +summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again. + +Dr. Annitage, associating what he was reading with what he had heard of +Dunwich and its brooding presences, and of Wilbur Whateley and his dim, +hideous aura that stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of probable +matricide, felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb's cold +clamminess. The bent, goatish giant before him seemed like the spawn of another +planet or dimension; like something only partly of mankind, and linked to black +gulfs of essence and entity that stretch like titan phantasms beyond all spheres of +force and matter, space and time. Presently Wilbur raised his head and began +speaking in that strange, resonant fashion which hinted at sound-producing +organs unlike the run of mankind's. + + + + +'Mr Armitage/ he said, 'I calc'late I've got to take that book home. They's things +in it I've got to try under sarten conditions that I can't git here, en' it 'ud be a +mortal sin to let a red-tape rule hold me up. Let me take it along. Sir, an' I'll swar +they wun't nobody know the difference. I dun't need to tell ye I'll take good keer +of it. It wan't me that put this Dee copy in the shape it is. . .' + +He stopped as he saw firm denial on the librarian's face, and his own goatish +features grew crafty. Armitage, half-ready to tell him he might make a copy of +what parts he needed, thought suddenly of the possible consequences and +checked himself. There was too much responsibility in giving such a being the +key to such blasphemous outer spheres. Whateley saw how things stood, and +tried to answer lightly. + +'Wal, all right, ef ye feel that way abaout it. Maybe Harvard won't be so fussy as +yew be.' And without saying more he rose and strode out of the building, +stooping at each doorway. + +Armitage heard the savage yelping of the great watchdog, and studied +Whateley's gorilla-like lope as he crossed the bit of campus visible from the +window. He thought of the wild tales he had heard, and recalled the old Sunday +stories in the Advertiser; these things, and the lore he had picked up from +Dunwich rustics and villagers during his one visit there. Unseen things not of +earth - or at least not of tridimensional earth - rushed foetid and horrible through +New England's glens, and brooded obscenely on the mountain tops. Of this he +had long felt certain. Now he seemed to sense the close presence of some terrible +part of the intruding horror, and to glimpse a hellish advance in the black +dominion of the ancient and once passive nightmare. He locked away the +Necronomicon with a shudder of disgust, but the room still reeked with an +unholy and unidentifiable stench. 'As a foulness shall ye know them,' he quoted. +Yes - the odour was the same as that which had sickened him at the Whateley +farmhouse less than three years before. He thought of Wilbur, goatish and +ominous, once again, and laughed mockingly at the village rumours of his +parentage. + +'Inbreeding?' Armitage muttered half-aloud to himself. 'Great God, what +simpletons! Show them Arthur Machen's Great God Pan and they'll think it a +common Dunwich scandal! But what thing - what cursed shapeless influence on +or off this three-dimensional earth - was Wilbur Whateley's father? Born on +Candlemas - nine months after May Eve of 1912, when the talk about the queer +earth noises reached clear to Arkham - what walked on the mountains that May +night? What Roodmas horror fastened itself on the world in half-human flesh +and blood?' + + + + +During the ensuing weeks Dr Armitage set about to collect all possible data on +Wilbur Whateley and the formless presences around Dunwich. He got in +communication with Dr Houghton of Aylesbury, who had attended Old +Whateley in his last illness, and found much to ponder over in the grandfather's +last words as quoted by the physician. A visit to Dunwich Village failed to bring +out much that was new; but a close survey of the Necronomicon, in those parts +which Wilbur had sought so avidly, seemed to supply new and terrible clues to +the nature, methods, and desires of the strange evil so vaguely threatening this +planet. Talks with several students of archaic lore in Boston, and letters to many +others elsewhere, gave him a growing amazement which passed slowly through +varied degrees of alarm to a state of really acute spiritual fear. As the summer +drew on he felt dimly that something ought to be done about the lurking terrors +of the upper Miskatonic valley, and about the monstrous being known to the +human world as Wilbur Whateley. + +VI. + +The Dunwich horror itself came between Lammas and the equinox in 1928, and +Dr Armitage was among those who witnessed its monstrous prologue. He had +heard, meanwhile, of Whateley' s grotesque trip to Cambridge, and of his frantic +efforts to borrow or copy from the Necronomicon at the Widener Library. Those +efforts had been in vain, since Armitage had issued warnings of the keenest +intensity to all librarians having charge of the dreaded volume. Wilbur had been +shockingly nervous at Cambridge; anxious for the book, yet almost equally +anxious to get home again, as if he feared the results of being away long. + +Early in August the half-expected outcome developed, and in the small hours of +the third Dr Armitage was awakened suddenly by the wild, fierce cries of the +savage watchdog on the college campus. Deep and terrible, the snarling, half- +mad growls and barks continued; always in mounting volume, but with +hideously significant pauses. Then there rang out a scream from a wholly +different throat - such a scream as roused half the sleepers of Arkham and +haunted their dreams ever afterwards - such a scream as could come from no +being born of earth, or wholly of earth. + +Armitage, hastening into some clothing and rushing across the street and lawn to +the college buildings, saw that others were ahead of him; and heard the echoes of +a burglar-alarm still shrilling from the library. An open window showed black +and gaping in the moonlight. What had come had indeed completed its entrance; +for the barking and the screaming, now fast fading into a mixed low growling +and moaning, proceeded unmistakably from within. Some instinct warned +Armitage that what was taking place was not a thing for unfortified eyes to see, +so he brushed back the crowd with authority as he unlocked the vestibule door. + + + + +Among the others he saw Professor Warren Rice and Dr Francis Morgan, men to +whom he had told some of his conjectures and misgivings; and these two he +motioned to accompany him inside. The inward sounds, except for a watchful, +droning whine from the dog, had by this time quite subsided; but Armitage now +perceived with a sudden start that a loud chorus of whippoorwills among the +shrubbery had commenced a damnably rhythmical piping, as if in unison with +the last breaths of a dying man. + +The building was full of a frightful stench which Dr Armitage knew too well, and +the three men rushed across the hall to the small genealogical reading-room +whence the low whining came. For a second nobody dared to turn on the light, +then Armitage summoned up his courage and snapped the switch. One of the +three - it is not certain which - shrieked aloud at what sprawled before them +among disordered tables and overturned chairs. Professor Rice declares that he +wholly lost consciousness for an instant, though he did not stumble or fall. + +The thing that lay half-bent on its side in a foetid pool of greenish-yellow ichor +and tarry stickiness was almost nine feet tall, and the dog had torn off all the +clothing and some of the skin. It was not quite dead, but twitched silently and +spasmodically while its chest heaved in monstrous unison with the mad piping +of the expectant whippoorwills outside. Bits of shoe-leather and fragments of +apparel were scattered about the room, and just inside the window an empty +canvas sack lay where it had evidently been thrown. Near the central desk a +revolver had fallen, a dented but undischarged cartridge later explaining why it +had not been fired. The thing itself, however, crowded out all other images at the +time. It would be trite and not wholly accurate to say that no human pen could +describe it, but one may properly say that it could not be vividly visualized by +anyone whose ideas of aspect and contour are too closely bound up with the +common life-forms of this planet and of the three known dimensions. It was +partly human, beyond a doubt, with very manlike hands and head, and the +goatish, chinless face had the stamp of the Whateley's upon it. But the torso and +lower parts of the body were teratologically fabulous, so that only generous +clothing could ever have enabled it to walk on earth unchallenged or +uneradicated. + +Above the waist it was semi-anthropomorphic; though its chest, where the dog's +rending paws still rested watchfully, had the leathery, reticulated hide of a +crocodile or alligator. The back was piebald with yellow and black, and dimly +suggested the squamous covering of certain snakes. Below the waist, though, it +was the worst; for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. +The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a +score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply. + + + + +Their arrangement was odd, and seemed to follow the symmetries of some +cosmic geometry unknown to earth or the solar system. On each of the hips, deep +set in a kind of pinkish, ciliated orbit, was what seemed to be a rudimentary eye; +whilst in lieu of a tail there depended a kind of trunk or feeler with purple +annular markings, and with many evidences of being an undeveloped mouth or +throat. The limbs, save for their black fur, roughly resembled the hind legs of +prehistoric earth's giant saurians, and terminated in ridgy-veined pads that were +neither hooves nor claws. When the thing breathed, its tail and tentacles +rhythmically changed colour, as if from some circulatory cause normal to the +non-human greenish tinge, whilst in the tail it was manifest as a yellowish +appearance which alternated with a sickly grayish-white in the spaces between +the purple rings. Of genuine blood there was none; only the foetid greenish- +yellow ichor which trickled along the painted floor beyond the radius of the +stickiness, and left a curious discoloration behind it. + +As the presence of the three men seemed to rouse the dying thing, it began to +mumble without turning or raising its head. Dr Armitage made no written +record of its mouthings, but asserts confidently that nothing in English was +uttered. At first the syllables defied all correlation with any speech of earth, but +towards the last there came some disjointed fragments evidently taken from the +Necronomicon, that monstrous blasphemy in quest of which the thing had +perished. These fragments, as Armitage recalls them, ran something like 'N'gai, +n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth ...' They trailed off +into nothingness as the whippoorwills shrieked in rhythmical crescendos of +unholy anticipation. + +Then came a halt in the gasping, and the dog raised its head in a long, lugubrious +howl. A change came over the yellow, goatish face of the prostrate thing, and the +great black eyes fell in appallingly. Outside the window the shrilling of the +whippoorwills had suddenly ceased, and above the murmurs of the gathering +crowd there came the sound of a panic-struck whirring and fluttering. Against +the moon vast clouds of feathery watchers rose and raced from sight, frantic at +that which they had sought for prey. + +All at once the dog started up abruptly, gave a frightened bark, and leaped +nervously out of the window by which it had entered. A cry rose from the +crowd, and Dr Armitage shouted to the men outside that no one must be +admitted till the police or medical examiner came. He was thankful that the +windows were just too high to permit of peering in, and drew the dark curtains +carefully down over each one. By this time two policemen had arrived; and Dr +Morgan, meeting them in the vestibule, was urging them for their own sakes to +postpone entrance to the stench-filled reading-room till the examiner came and +the prostrate thing could be covered up. + + + + +Meanwhile frightful changes were taking place on the floor. One need not +describe the kind and rate of shrinkage and disintegration that occurred before +the eyes of Dr Armitage and Professor Rice; but it is permissible to say that, aside +from the external appearance of face and hands, the really human element in +Wilbur Whateley must have been very small. When the medical examiner came, +there was only a sticky whitish mass on the painted boards, and the monstrous +odour had nearly disappeared. Apparently Whateley had had no skull or bony +skeleton; at least, in any true or stable sense. He had taken somewhat after his +unknown father. + +VII. + +Yet all this was only the prologue of the actual Dunwich horror. Formalities were +gone through by bewildered officials, abnormal details were duly kept from +press and public, and men were sent to Dunwich and Aylesbury to look up +property and notify any who might be heirs of the late Wilbur Whateley. They +found the countryside in great agitation, both because of the growing rumblings +beneath the domed hills, and because of the unwonted stench and the surging, +lapping sounds which came increasingly from the great empty shell formed by +Whateley's boarded-up farmhouse. Earl Sawyer, who tended the horse and cattle +during Wilbur's absence, had developed a woefully acute case of nerves. The +officials devised excuses not to enter the noisome boarded place; and were glad +to confine their survey of the deceased's living quarters, the newly mended +sheds, to a single visit. They filed a ponderous report at the courthouse in +Aylesbury, and litigations concerning heirship are said to be still in progress +amongst the innumerable Whateleys, decayed and undecayed, of the upper +Miskatonic valley. + +An almost interminable manuscript in strange characters, written in a huge +ledger and adjudged a sort of diary because of the spacing and the variations in +ink and penmanship, presented a baffling puzzle to those who found it on the +old bureau which served as its owner's desk. After a week of debate it was sent +to Miskatonic University, together with the deceased's collection of strange +books, for study and possible translation; but even the best linguists soon saw +that it was not likely to be unriddled with ease. No trace of the ancient gold with +which Wilbur and Old Whateley had always paid their debts has yet been +discovered. + +It was in the dark of September ninth that the horror broke loose. The hill noises +had been very pronounced during the evening, and dogs barked frantically all +night. Early risers on the tenth noticed a peculiar stench in the air. About seven +o'clock Luther Brown, the hired boy at George Corey's, between Cold Spring +Glen and the village, rushed frenziedly back from his morning trip to Ten-Acre + + + + +Meadow with the cows. He was almost convulsed with fright as he stumbled +into the kitchen; and in the yard outside the no less frightened herd were pawing +and lowing pitifully, having followed the boy back in the panic they shared with +him. Between gasps Luther tried to stammer out his tale to Mrs Corey. + +'Up thar in the rud beyont the glen. Mis' Corey - they's suthin' ben thar! It smells +like thunder, an' all the bushes an' little trees is pushed back from the rud like +they'd a haouse ben moved along of it. An' that ain't the wust, nuther. They's +prints in the rud. Mis' Corey - great raound prints as big as barrel-heads, all sunk +dawon deep like a elephant had ben along, only they's a sight more nor four feet +could make! I looked at one or two afore I run, an' I see every one was covered +with lines spreadin' aout from one place, like as if big palm-leaf fans - twict or +three times as big as any they is - hed of ben paounded dawon into the rud. An' +the smell was awful, like what it is around Wizard Whateley's ol' haouse. . .' + +Here he faltered, and seemed to shiver afresh with the fright that had sent him +flying home. Mrs Corey, unable to extract more information, began telephoning +the neighbours; thus starting on its rounds the overture of panic that heralded +the major terrors. When she got Sally Sawyer, housekeeper at Seth Bishop's, the +nearest place to Whateley's, it became her turn to listen instead of transmit; for +Sally's boy Chauncey, who slept poorly, had been up on the hill towards +Whateley's, and had dashed back in terror after one look at the place, and at the +pasturage where Mr Bishop's cows had been left out all night. + +'Yes, Mis' Corey,' came Sally's tremulous voice over the party wire, 'Cha'ncey he +just come back a-postin', and couldn't half talk fer bein' scairt! He says Ol' +Whateley's house is all bowed up, with timbers scattered raound like they'd ben +dynamite inside; only the bottom floor ain't through, but is all covered with a +kind o' tar-like stuff that smells awful an' drips daown offen the aidges onto the +graoun' whar the side timbers is blowed away. An' they's awful kinder marks in +the yard, tew - great raound marks bigger raound than a hogshead, an' all sticky +with stuff like is on the browed-up haouse. Cha'ncey he says they leads off into +the medders, whar a great swath wider'n a barn is matted daown, an' all the stun +walls tumbled every whichway wherever it goes. + +'An' he says, says he. Mis' Corey, as haow he sot to look fer Seth's caows, +frightened ez he was an' faound 'em in the upper pasture nigh the Devil's Hop +Yard in an awful shape. Haff on 'em's clean gone, an' nigh haff o' them that's left +is sucked most dry o' blood, with sores on 'em like they's ben on Whateleys +cattle ever senct Lavinny's black brat was born. Seth hes gone aout naow to look +at 'em, though I'll vaow he won't keer ter git very nigh Wizard Whateley's! +Cha'ncey didn't look keerful ter see whar the big matted-daown swath led arter + + + + +it leff the pasturage, but he says he thinks it p'inted towards the glen rud to the +village. + +'I tell ye. Mis' Corey, they's suthin' abroad as hadn't orter be abroad, an' I for one +think that black Wilbur Whateley, as come to the bad end he deserved, is at the +bottom of the breedin' of it. He wa'n't all human hisself, I alius says to +everybody; an' I think he an' OF Whateley must a raised suthin' in that there +nailed-up haouse as ain't even so human as he was. They's alius ben unseen +things araound Dunwich - livin' things - as ain't human an' ain't good fer human +folks. + +'The graoun' was a-talkin' las' night, an' towards mornin' Cha'ncey he heered +the whippoorwills so laoud in Col' Spring Glen he couldn't sleep nun. Then he +thought he heered another faint-like saound over towards Wizard Whateley's - a +kinder rippin' or tearin' o' wood, like some big box er crate was bein' opened fur +off. What with this an' that, he didn't git to sleep at all till sunup, an' no sooner +was he up this mornin', but he's got to go over to Whateley's an' see what's the +matter. He see enough I tell ye. Mis' Corey! This dun't mean no good, an' I think +as all the men-folks ought to git up a party an' do suthin'. I know suthin' awful's +abaout, an' feel my time is nigh, though only Gawd knows jest what it is. + +'Did your Luther take accaount o' whar them big tracks led tew? No? Wal, Mis' +Corey, ef they was on the glen rud this side o' the glen, an' ain't got to your +haouse yet, I calc'late they must go into the glen itself. They would do that. I +alius says Col' Spring Glen ain't no healthy nor decent place. The whippoorwills +an' fireflies there never did act like they was creaters o' Gawd, an' they's them as +says ye kin hear strange things a-rushin' an' a-talkin' in the air dawon thar ef ye +stand in the right place, atween the rock falls an' Bear's Den.' + +By that noon fully three-quarters of the men and boys of Dunwich were trooping +over the roads and meadows between the newmade Whateley ruins and Cold +Spring Glen, examining in horror the vast, monstrous prints, the maimed Bishop +cattle, the strange, noisome wreck of the farmhouse, and the bruised, matted +vegetation of the fields and roadside. Whatever had burst loose upon the world +had assuredly gone down into the great sinister ravine; for all the trees on the +banks were bent and broken, and a great avenue had been gouged in the +precipice-hanging underbrush. It was as though a house, launched by an +avalanche, had slid down through the tangled growths of the almost vertical +slope. From below no sound came, but only a distant, undefinable foetor; and it +is not to be wondered at that the men preferred to stay on the edge and argue, +rather than descend and beard the unknown Cyclopean horror in its lair. Three +dogs that were with the party had barked furiously at first, but seemed cowed +and reluctant when near the glen. Someone telephoned the news to the + + + + +Aylesbury Transcript; but the editor, accustomed to wild tales from Dunwich, +did no more than concoct a humorous paragraph about it; an item soon +afterwards reproduced by the Associated Press. + +That night everyone went home, and every house and barn was barricaded as +stoutly as possible. Needless to say, no cattle were allowed to remain in open +pasturage. About two in the morning a frightful stench and the savage barking of +the dogs awakened the household at Elmer Frye's, on the eastern edge of Cold +Spring Glen, and all agreed that they could hear a sort of muffled swishing or +lapping sound from somewhere outside. Mrs Frye proposed telephoning the +neighbours, and Elmer was about to agree when the noise of splintering wood +burst in upon their deliberations. It came, apparently, from the barn; and was +quickly followed by a hideous screaming and stamping amongst the cattle. The +dogs slavered and crouched close to the feet of the fear-numbed family. Frye lit a +lantern through force of habit, but knew it would be death to go out into that +black farmyard. The children and the women-folk whimpered, kept from +screaming by some obscure, vestigial instinct of defence which told them their +lives depended on silence. At last the noise of the cattle subsided to a pitiful +moaning, and a great snapping, crashing, and crackling ensued. The Fryes, +huddled together in the sitting-room, did not dare to move until the last echoes +died away far down in Cold Spring Glen. Then, amidst the dismal moans from +the stable and the daemoniac piping of the late whippoorwills in the glen, Selina +Frye tottered to the telephone and spread what news she could of the second +phase of the horror. + +The next day all the countryside was in a panic; and cowed, uncommunicative +groups came and went where the fiendish thing had occurred. Two titan swaths +of destruction stretched from the glen to the Frye farmyard, monstrous prints +covered the bare patches of ground, and one side of the old red barn had +completely caved in. Of the cattle, only a quarter could be found and identified. +Some of these were in curious fragments, and all that survived had to be shot. +Earl Sawyer suggested that help be asked from Aylesbury or Arkham, but others +maintained it would be of no use. Old Zebulon Whateley, of a branch that +hovered about halfway between soundness and decadence, made darkly wild +suggestions about rites that ought to be practiced on the hill-tops. He came of a +line where tradition ran strong, and his memories of chantings in the great stone +circles were not altogether connected with Wilbur and his grandfather. + +Darkness fell upon a stricken countryside too passive to organize for real +defence. In a few cases closely related families would band together and watch in +the gloom under one roof; but in general there was only a repetition of the +barricading of the night before, and a futile, ineffective gesture of loading +muskets and setting pitchforks handily about. Nothing, however, occurred + + + + +except some hill noises; and when the day came there were many who hoped +that the new horror had gone as swiftly as it had come. There were even bold +souls who proposed an offensive expedition down in the glen, though they did +not venture to set an actual example to the still reluctant majority. + +When night came again the barricading was repeated, though there was less +huddling together of families. In the morning both the Frye and the Seth Bishop +households reported excitement among the dogs and vague sounds and stenches +from afar, while early explorers noted with horror a fresh set of the monstrous +tracks in the road skirting Sentinel Hill. As before, the sides of the road showed a +bruising indicative of the blasphemously stupendous bulk of the horror; whilst +the conformation of the tracks seemed to argue a passage in two directions, as if +the moving mountain had come from Cold Spring Glen and returned to it along +the same path. At the base of the hill a thirty-foot swath of crushed shrubbery +saplings led steeply upwards, and the seekers gasped when they saw that even +the most perpendicular places did not deflect the inexorable trail. Whatever the +horror was, it could scale a sheer stony cliff of almost complete verticality; and as +the investigators climbed round to the hill's summit by safer routes they saw that +the trail ended - or rather, reversed - there. + +It was here that the Whateleys used to build their hellish fires and chant their +hellish rituals by the table-like stone on May Eve and Hallowmass. Now that +very stone formed the centre of a vast space thrashed around by the +mountainous horror, whilst upon its slightly concave surface was a thick and +foetid deposit of the same tarry stickiness observed on the floor of the ruined +Whateley farmhouse when the horror escaped. Men looked at one another and +muttered. Then they looked down the hill. Apparently the horror had descended +by a route much the same as that of its ascent. To speculate was futile. Reason, +logic, and normal ideas of motivation stood confounded. Only old Zebulon, who +was not with the group, could have done justice to the situation or suggested a +plausible explanation. + +Thursday night began much like the others, but it ended less happily. The +whippoorwills in the glen had screamed with such unusual persistence that +many could not sleep, and about 3 A.M. all the party telephones rang +tremulously. Those who took down their receivers heard a fright-mad voice +shriek out, 'Help, oh, my Gawd! ...' and some thought a crashing sound +followed the breaking off of the exclamation. There was nothing more. No one +dared do anything, and no one knew till morning whence the call came. Then +those who had heard it called everyone on the line, and found that only the Fryes +did not reply. The truth appeared an hour later, when a hastily assembled group +of armed men trudged out to the Frye place at the head of the glen. It was +horrible, yet hardly a surprise. There were more swaths and monstrous prints. + + + + +but there was no longer any house. It had caved in Hke an egg-shell, and +amongst the ruins nothing living or dead could be discovered. Only a stench and +a tarry stickiness. The Elmer Fryes had been erased from Dunwich. + +VIII. + +In the meantime a quieter yet even more spiritually poignant phase of the horror +had been blackly unwinding itself behind the closed door of a shelf-lined room in +Arkham. The curious manuscript record or diary of Wilbur Whateley, delivered +to Miskatonic University for translation had caused much worry and bafflement +among the experts in language both ancient and modern; its very alphabet, +notwithstanding a general resemblance to the heavily-shaded Arabic used in +Mesopotamia, being absolutely unknown to any available authority. The final +conclusion of the linguists was that the text represented an artificial alphabet, +giving the effect of a cipher; though none of the usual methods of cryptographic +solution seemed to furnish any clue, even when applied on the basis of every +tongue the writer might conceivably have used. The ancient books taken from +Whateley's quarters, while absorbingly interesting and in several cases +promising to open up new and terrible lines of research among philosophers and +men of science, were of no assistance whatever in this matter. One of them, a +heavy tome with an iron clasp, was in another unknown alphabet - this one of a +very different cast, and resembling Sanskrit more than anything else. The old +ledger was at length given wholly into the charge of Dr Armitage, both because +of his peculiar interest in the Whateley matter, and because of his wide linguistic +learning and skill in the mystical formulae of antiquity and the middle ages. + +Armitage had an idea that the alphabet might be something esoterically used by +certain forbidden cults which have come down from old times, and which have +inherited many forms and traditions from the wizards of the Saracenic world. +That question, however, he did not deem vital; since it would be unnecessary to +know the origin of the symbols if, as he suspected, they were used as a cipher in +a modern language. It was his belief that, considering the great amount of text +involved, the writer would scarcely have wished the trouble of using another +speech than his own, save perhaps in certain special formulae and incantations. +Accordingly he attacked the manuscript with the preliminary assumption that +the bulk of it was in English. + +Dr Armitage knew, from the repeated failures of his colleagues, that the riddle +was a deep and complex one; and that no simple mode of solution could merit +even a trial. All through late August he fortified himself with the mass lore of +cryptography; drawing upon the fullest resources of his own library, and wading +night after night amidst the arcana of Trithemius' Poligraphia, Giambattista +Porta's De Furtivis Literarum Notis, De Vigenere's Traite des Chiffres, Falconer's + + + + +Cryptomenysis Patefacta, Davys' and Thicknesse's eighteenth-century treatises, +and such fairly modern authorities as Blair, van Marten and Kluber's script itself, +and in time became convinced that he had to deal with one of those subtlest and +most ingenious of cryptograms, in which many separate lists of corresponding +letters are arranged like the multiplication table, and the message built up with +arbitrary key-words known only to the initiated. The older authorities seemed +rather more helpful than the newer ones, and Armitage concluded that the code +of the manuscript was one of great antiquity, no doubt handed down through a +long line of mystical experimenters. Several times he seemed near daylight, only +to be set back by some unforeseen obstacle. Then, as September approached, the +clouds began to clear. Certain letters, as used in certain parts of the manuscript, +emerged definitely and unmistakably; and it became obvious that the text was +indeed in English. + +On the evening of September second the last major barrier gave way, and Dr +Armitage read for the first time a continuous passage of Wilbur Whateley's +annals. It was in truth a diary, as all had thought; and it was couched in a style +clearly showing the mixed occult erudition and general illiteracy of the strange +being who wrote it. Almost the first long passage that Armitage deciphered, an +entry dated November 26, 1916, proved highly startling and disquieting. It was +written,he remembered, by a child of three and a half who looked like a lad of +twelve or thirteen. + +Today learned the Aklo for the Sabaoth (it ran), which did not like, it being +answerable from the hill and not from the air. That upstairs more ahead of me +than I had thought it would be, and is not like to have much earth brain. Shot +Elam Hutchins's collie Jack when he went to bite me, and Elam says he would +kill me if he dast. I guess he won't. Grandfather kept me saying the Dho formula +last night, and I think I saw the inner city at the 2 magnetic poles. I shall go to +those poles when the earth is cleared off, if I can't break through with the Dho- +Hna formula when I commit it. They from the air told me at Sabbat that it will be +years before I can clear off the earth, and I guess grandfather will be dead then, +so I shall have to learn all the angles of the planes and all the formulas between +the Yr and the Nhhngr. They from outside will help, but they cannot take body +without human blood. That upstairs looks it will have the right cast. I can see it a +little when I make the Voorish sign or blow the powder of Ibn Ghazi at it, and it +is near like them at May Eve on the Hill. The other face may wear off some. I +wonder how I shall look when the earth is cleared and there are no earth beings +on it. He that came with the Aklo Sabaoth said I may be transfigured there being +much of outside to work on. + +Morning found Dr Armitage in a cold sweat of terror and a frenzy of wakeful +concentration. He had not left the manuscript all night, but sat at his table under + + + + +the electric light turning page after page with shaking hands as fast as he could +decipher the cryptic text. He had nervously telephoned his wife he would not be +home, and when she brought him a breakfast from the house he could scarcely +dispose of a mouthful. All that day he read on, now and then halted +maddeningly as a reapplication of the complex key became necessary. Lunch and +dinner were brought him, but he ate only the smallest fraction of either. Toward +the middle of the next night he drowsed off in his chair, but soon woke out of a +tangle of nightmares almost as hideous as the truths and menaces to man's +existence that he had uncovered. + +On the morning of September fourth Professor Rice and Dr Morgan insisted on +seeing him for a while, and departed trembling and ashen-grey. That evening he +went to bed, but slept only fitfully. Wednesday - the next day - he was back at +the manuscript, and began to take copious notes both from the current sections +and from those he had already deciphered. In the small hours of that night he +slept a little in a easy chair in his office, but was at the manuscript again before +dawn. Some time before noon his physician, Dr Hartwell, called to see him and +insisted that he cease work. He refused; intimating that it was of the most vital +importance for him to complete the reading of the diary and promising an +explanation in due course of time. That evening, just as twilight fell, he finished +his terrible perusal and sank back exhausted. His wife, bringing his dinner, +found him in a half-comatose state; but he was conscious enough to warn her off +with a sharp cry when he saw her eyes wander toward the notes he had taken. +Weakly rising, he gathered up the scribbled papers and sealed them all in a great +envelope, which he immediately placed in his inside coat pocket. He had +sufficient strength to get home, but was so clearly in need of medical aid that Dr +Hartwell was summoned at once. As the doctor put him to bed he could only +mutter over and over again, 'But what, in God's name, can we do?' + +Dr Armitage slept, but was partly delirious the next day. He made no +explanations to Hartwell, but in his calmer moments spoke of the imperative +need of a long conference with Rice and Morgan. His wilder wanderings were +very startling indeed, including frantic appeals that something in a boarded-up +farmhouse be destroyed, and fantastic references to some plan for the extirpation +of the entire human race and all animal and vegetable life from the earth by some +terrible elder race of beings from another dimension. He would shout that the +world was in danger, since the Elder Things wished to strip it and drag it away +from the solar system and cosmos of matter into some other plane or phase of +entity from which it had once fallen, vigintillions of aeons ago. At other times he +would call for the dreaded Necronomicon and the Daemonolatreia of Remigius, +in which he seemed hopeful of finding some formula to check the peril he +conjured up. + + + + +'Stop them, stop theml' he would shout. 'Those Whateleys meant to let them in, +and the worst of all is left! Tell Rice and Morgan we must do something - it's a +blind business, but I know how to make the powder... It hasn't been fed since +the second of August, when Wilbur came here to his death, and at that rate. . .' + +But Armitage had a sound physique despite his seventy-three years, and slept off +his disorder that night without developing any real fever. He woke late Friday, +clear of head, though sober with a gnawing fear and tremendous sense of +responsibility. Saturday afternoon he felt able to go over to the library and +summon Rice and Morgan for a conference, and the rest of that day and evening +the three men tortured their brains in the wildest speculation and the most +desperate debate. Strange and terrible books were drawn voluminously from the +stack shelves and from secure places of storage; and diagrams and formulae +were copied with feverish haste and in bewildering abundance. Of scepticism +there was none. All three had seen the body of Wilbur Whateley as it lay on the +floor in a room of that very building, and after that not one of them could feel +even slightly inclined to treat the diary as a madman's raving. + +Opinions were divided as to notifying the Massachusetts State Police, and the +negative finally won. There were things involved which simply could not be +believed by those who had not seen a sample, as indeed was made clear during +certain subsequent investigations. Late at night the conference disbanded +without having developed a definite plan, but all day Sunday Armitage was +busy comparing formulae and mixing chemicals obtained from the college +laboratory. The more he reflected on the hellish diary, the more he was inclined +to doubt the efficacy of any material agent in stamping out the entity which +Wilbur Whateley had left behind him - the earth threatening entity which, +unknown to him, was to burst forth in a few hours and become the memorable +Dunwich horror. + +Monday was a repetition of Sunday with Dr Armitage, for the task in hand +required an infinity of research and experiment. Further consultations of the +monstrous diary brought about various changes of plan, and he knew that even +in the end a large amount of uncertainty must remain. By Tuesday he had a +definite line of action mapped out, and believed he would try a trip to Dunwich +within a week. Then, on Wednesday, the great shock came. Tucked obscurely +away in a corner of the Arkham Advertiser was a facetious little item from the +Associated Press, telling what a record-breaking monster the bootleg whisky of +Dunwich had raised up. Armitage, half stunned, could only telephone for Rice +and Morgan. Far into the night they discussed, and the next day was a +whirlwind of preparation on the part of them all. Armitage knew he would be +meddling with terrible powers, yet saw that there was no other way to annul the +deeper and more malign meddling which others had done before him. + + + + +IX. + +Friday morning Armitage, Rice, and Morgan set out by motor for Dunwich, +arriving at the village about one in the afternoon. The day was pleasant, but even +in the brightest sunlight a kind of quiet dread and portent seemed to hover about +the strangely domed hills and the deep, shadowy ravines of the stricken region. +Now and then on some mountain top a gaunt circle of stones could be glimpsed +against the sky. From the air of hushed fright at Osborn's store they knew +something hideous had happened, and soon learned of the annihilation of the +Elmer Frye house and family. Throughout that afternoon they rode around +Dunwich, questioning the natives concerning all that had occurred, and seeing +for themselves with rising pangs of horror the drear Frye ruins with their +lingering traces of the tarry stickiness, the blasphemous tracks in the Frye yard, +the wounded Seth Bishop cattle, and the enormous swaths of disturbed +vegetation in various places. The trail up and down Sentinel Hill seemed to +Armitage of almost cataclysmic significance, and he looked long at the sinister +altar-like stone on the summit. + +At length the visitors, apprised of a party of State Police which had come from +Aylesbury that morning in response to the first telephone reports of the Frye +tragedy, decided to seek out the officers and compare notes as far as practicable. +This, however, they found more easily planned than performed; since no sign of +the party could be found in any direction. There had been five of them in a car, +but now the car stood empty near the ruins in the Frye yard. The natives, all of +whom had talked with the policemen, seemed at first as perplexed as Armitage +and his companions. Then old Sam Hutchins thought of something and turned +pale, nudging Fred Farr and pointing to the dank, deep hollow that yawned +close by. + +'Gawd,' he gasped, 'I felled 'em not ter go daown into the glen, an' I never +thought nobody'd dew it with them tracks an' that smell an' the whippoorwills +a-screechin' daown thar in the dark o' noonday. . .' + +A cold shudder ran through natives and visitors alike, and every ear seemed +strained in a kind of instinctive, unconscious listening. Armitage, now that he +had actually come upon the horror and its monstrous work, trembled with the +responsibility he felt to be his. Night would soon fall, and it was then that the +mountainous blasphemy lumbered upon its eldritch course. Negotium +perambuians in tenebris... The old librarian rehearsed the formulae he had +memorized, and clutched the paper containing the alternative one he had not +memorized. He saw that his electric flashlight was in working order. Rice, beside +him, took from a valise a metal sprayer of the sort used in combating insects; + + + + +whilst Morgan uncased the big-game rifle on which he reHed despite his +colleague's warnings that no material weapon would be of help. + +Armitage, having read the hideous diary, knew painfully well what kind of a +manifestation to expect; but he did not add to the fright of the Dunwich people +by giving any hints or clues. He hoped that it might be conquered without any +revelation to the world of the monstrous thing it had escaped. As the shadows +gathered, the natives commenced to disperse homeward, anxious to bar +themselves indoors despite the present evidence that all human locks and bolts +were useless before a force that could bend trees and crush houses when it chose. +They shook their heads at the visitors' plan to stand guard at the Frye ruins near +the glen; and, as they left, had little expectancy of ever seeing the watchers again. + +There were rumblings under the hills that night, and the whippoorwills piped +threateningly. Once in a while a wind, sweeping up out of Cold Spring Glen, +would bring a touch of ineffable foetor to the heavy night air; such a foetor as all +three of the watchers had smelled once before, when they stood above a dying +thing that had passed for fifteen years and a half as a human being. But the +looked-for terror did not appear. Whatever was down there in the glen was +biding its time, and Armitage told his colleagues it would be suicidal to try to +attack it in the dark. + +Morning came wanly, and the night-sounds ceased. It was a grey, bleak day, +with now and then a drizzle of rain; and heavier and heavier clouds seemed to +be piling themselves up beyond the hills to the north-west. The men from +Arkham were undecided what to do. Seeking shelter from the increasing rainfall +beneath one of the few undestroyed Frye outbuildings, they debated the wisdom +of waiting, or of taking the aggressive and going down into the glen in quest of +their nameless, monstrous quarry. The downpour waxed in heaviness, and +distant peals of thunder sounded from far horizons. Sheet lightning shimmered, +and then a forky bolt flashed near at hand, as if descending into the accursed +glen itself. The sky grew very dark, and the watchers hoped that the storm +would prove a short, sharp one followed by clear weather. + +It was still gruesomely dark when, not much over an hour later, a confused babel +of voices sounded down the road. Another moment brought to view a frightened +group of more than a dozen men, running, shouting, and even whimpering +hysterically. Someone in the lead began sobbing out words, and the Arkham men +started violently when those words developed a coherent form. + +'Oh, my Gawd, my Gawd,' the voice choked out. 'It's a-goin' agin, an' this time +by day! It's aout - it's aout an' a-movin' this very minute, an' only the Lord +knows when it'll be on us all!' + + + + +The speaker panted into silence, but another took up his message. + +'Nigh on a haour ago Zeb Whateley here heered the 'phone a-ringin', an' it was +Mis' Corey, George's wife, that hves daown by the junction. She says the hired +boy Luther was aout drivin' in the caows from the storm arter the big boh, when +he see all the trees a-bendin' at the maouth o' the glen - opposite side ter this - an' +smelt the same awful smell like he smelt when he faound the big tracks las' +Monday mornin'. An' she says he says they was a swishin' lappin' saound, more +nor what the bendin' trees an' bushes could make, an' all on a suddent the trees +along the rud begun ter git pushed one side, an' they was a awful stompin' an' +splashin' in the mud. But mind ye, Luther he didn't see nothin' at all, only just +the bendin' trees an' underbrush. + +'Then fur ahead where Bishop's Brook goes under the rud he heerd a awful +creakin' an' strainin' on the bridge, an' says he could tell the saound o' wood a- +startin' to crack an' split. An' all the whiles he never see a thing, only them trees +an' bushes a-bendin'. An' when the swishin' saound got very fur off - on the rud +towards Wizard Whateley's an' Sentinel Hill - Luther he had the guts ter step up +whar he'd heerd it fust an' look at the graound. It was all mud an' water, an' the +sky was dark, an' the rain was wipin' aout all tracks abaout as fast as could be; +but beginnin' at the glen maouth, whar the trees hed moved, they was still some +o' them awful prints big as bar'ls like he seen Monday.' + +At this point the first excited speaker interrupted. + +'But that ain't the trouble naow - that was only the start. Zeb here was callin' +folks up an' everybody was a-listenin' in when a call from Seth Bishop's cut in. +His haousekeeper Sally was carryin' on fit to kill - she'd jest seed the trees a- +bendin' beside the rud, an' says they was a kind o' mushy saound, like a +elephant puffin' an' treadin', a-headin' fer the haouse. Then she up an' spoke +suddent of a fearful smell, an' says her boy Cha'ncey was a-screamin' as haow it +was jest like what he smelt up to the Whateley rewins Monday mornin'. An' the +dogs was barkin' an' whinin' awful. + +'An' then she let aout a turrible yell, an' says the shed daown the rud had jest +caved in like the storm bed blowed it over, only the wind w'an't strong enough +to dew that. Everybody was a-listenin', an' we could hear lots o' folks on the wire +a-gaspin'. All to onct Sally she yelled again, an' says the front yard picket fence +hed just crumbled up, though they wa'n't no sign o' what done it. Then +everybody on the line could hear Cha'ncey an' old Seth Bishop a-yellin' tew, an' +Sally was shriekin' aout that suthin' heavy hed struck the haouse - not lightnin' +nor nothin', but suthin' heavy again' the front, that kep' a-launchin' itself agin + + + + +an' agin, though ye couldn't see nothin' aout the front winders. An' then... an' +then...' + +Lines of fright deepened on every face; and Armitage, shaken as he was, had +barely poise enough to prompt the speaker. + +'An' then.... Sally she yelled aout, "O help, the haouse is a-cavin' in... an' on the +wire we could hear a turrible crashin' an' a hull flock o' screaming... jes like +when Elmer Frye's place was took, only wuss. . .' + +The man paused, and another of the crowd spoke. + +'That's all - not a saound nor squeak over the 'phone arter that. Jest still-like. We +that heerd it got aout Fords an' wagons an' rounded up as many able-bodied +men-folks as we could git, at Corey's place, an' come up here ter see what yew +thought best ter dew. Not but what I think it's the Lord's jedgment fer our +iniquities, that no mortal kin ever set aside.' + +Armitage saw that the time for positive action had come, and spoke decisively to +the faltering group of frightened rustics. + +'We must follow it, boys.' He made his voice as reassuring as possible. 'I believe +there's a chance of putting it out of business. You men know that those +Whateleys were wizards - well, this thing is a thing of wizardry, and must be put +down by the same means. I've seen Wilbur Whateley's diary and read some of +the strange old books he used to read; and I think I know the right kind of spell +to recite to make the thing fade away. Of course, one can't be sure, but we can +always take a chance. It's invisible - 1 knew it would be - but there's powder in +this long-distance sprayer that might make it show up for a second. Later on +we'll try it. It's a frightful thing to have alive, but it isn't as bad as what Wilbur +would have let in if he'd lived longer. You'll never know what the world +escaped. Now we've only this one thing to fight, and it can't multiply. It can, +though, do a lot of harm; so we mustn't hesitate to rid the community of it. + +'We must follow it - and the way to begin is to go to the place that has just been +wrecked. Let somebody lead the way - I don't know your roads very well, but +I've an idea there might be a shorter cut across lots. How about it?' + +The men shuffled about a moment, and then Earl Sawyer spoke softly, pointing +with a grimy finger through the steadily lessening rain. + +'I guess ye kin git to Seth Bishop's quickest by cuttin' across the lower medder +here, wadin' the brook at the low place, an' climbin' through Carrier's mowin' + + + + +an' the timber-lot beyont. That comes aout on the upper rud mighty nigh Seth's - +a leetle t'other side.' + +Armitage, with Rice and Morgan, started to walk in the direction indicated; and +most of the natives followed slowly. The sky was growing lighter, and there +were signs that the storm had worn itself away. When Armitage inadvertently +took a wrong direction, Joe Osborn warned him and walked ahead to show the +right one. Courage and confidence were mounting, though the twilight of the +almost perpendicular wooded hill which lay towards the end of their short cut, +and among whose fantastic ancient trees they had to scramble as if up a ladder, +put these qualities to a severe test. + +At length they emerged on a muddy road to find the sun coming out. They were +a little beyond the Seth Bishop place, but bent trees and hideously unmistakable +tracks showed what had passed by. Only a few moments were consumed in +surveying the ruins just round the bend. It was the Frye incident all over again, +and nothing dead or living was found in either of the collapsed shells which had +been the Bishop house and barn. No one cared to remain there amidst the stench +and tarry stickiness, but all turned instinctively to the line of horrible prints +leading on towards the wrecked Whateley farmhouse and the altar-crowned +slopes of Sentinel Hill. + +As the men passed the site of Wilbur Whateley's abode they shuddered visibly, +and seemed again to mix hesitancy with their zeal. It was no joke tracking down +something as big as a house that one could not see, but that had all the vicious +malevolence of a daemon. Opposite the base of Sentinel Hill the tracks left the +road, and there was a fresh bending and matting visible along the broad swath +marking the monster's former route to and from the summit. + +Armitage produced a pocket telescope of considerable power and scanned the +steep green side of the hill. Then he handed the instrument to Morgan, whose +sight was keener. After a moment of gazing Morgan cried out sharply, passing +the glass to Earl Sawyer and indicating a certain spot on the slope with his finger. +Sawyer, as clumsy as most non-users of optical devices are, fumbled a while; but +eventually focused the lenses with Armitage's aid. When he did so his cry was +less restrained than Morgan's had been. + +'Gawd almighty, the grass an' bushes is a'movin'! It's a-goin' up - slow-like - +creepin' - up ter the top this minute, heaven only knows what fur!' + +Then the germ of panic seemed to spread among the seekers. It was one thing to +chase the nameless entity, but quite another to find it. Spells might be all right - +but suppose they weren't? Voices began questioning Armitage about what he + + + + +knew of the thing, and no reply seemed quite to satisfy. Everyone seemed to feel +himself in close proximity to phases of Nature and of being utterly forbidden and +wholly outside the sane experience of mankind. + +X. + +In the end the three men from Arkham - old, white-bearded Dr Armitage, stocky, +iron-grey Professor Rice, and lean, youngish Dr Morgan, ascended the mountain +alone. After much patient instruction regarding its focusing and use, they left the +telescope with the frightened group that remained in the road; and as they +climbed they were watched closely by those among whom the glass was passed +round. It was hard going, and Armitage had to be helped more than once. High +above the toiling group the great swath trembled as its hellish maker repassed +with snail-like deliberateness. Then it was obvious that the pursuers were +gaining. + +Curtis Whateley - of the undecayed branch - was holding the telescope when the +Arkham party detoured radically from the swath. He told the crowd that the +men were evidently trying to get to a subordinate peak which overlooked the +swath at a point considerably ahead of where the shrubbery was now bending. +This, indeed, proved to be true; and the party were seen to gain the minor +elevation only a short time after the invisible blasphemy had passed it. + +Then Wesley Corey, who had taken the glass, cried out that Armitage was +adjusting the sprayer which Rice held, and that something must be about to +happen. The crowd stirred uneasily, recalling that his sprayer was expected to +give the unseen horror a moment of visibility. Two or three men shut their eyes, +but Curtis Whateley snatched back the telescope and strained his vision to the +utmost. He saw that Rice, from the party's point of advantage above and behind +the entity, had an excellent chance of spreading the potent powder with +marvellous effect. + +Those without the telescope saw only an instant's flash of grey cloud - a cloud +about the size of a moderately large building - near the top of the mountain. +Curtis, who held the instrument, dropped it with a piercing shriek into the ankle- +deep mud of the road. He reeled, and would have crumbled to the ground had +not two or three others seized and steadied him. All he could do was moan half- +inaudibly. + +'Oh, oh, great Gawd. . . that. . . that. . .' + + + + +There was a pandemonium of questioning, and only Henry Wheeler thought to +rescue the fallen telescope and wipe it clean of mud. Curtis was past all +coherence, and even isolated replies were almost too much for him. + +'Bigger'n a barn... all made o' squirmin' ropes... hull thing sort o' shaped like a +hen's egg bigger'n anything with dozens o' legs like hogs-heads that haff shut up +when they step... nothin' solid abaout it - all like jelly, an' made o' sep'rit +wrigglin' ropes pushed clost together... great bulgin' eyes all over it... ten or +twenty maouths or trunks a-stickin' aout all along the sides, big as stove-pipes an +all a-tossin' an openin' an' shuttin'... all grey, with kinder blue or purple rings... +an' Gawd it Heaven - that haff face on top. . .' + +This final memory, whatever it was, proved too much for poor Curtis; and he +collapsed completely before he could say more. Fred Farr and Will Hutchins +carried him to the roadside and laid him on the damp grass. Henry Wheeler, +trembling, turned the rescued telescope on the mountain to see what he might. +Through the lenses were discernible three tiny figures, apparently running +towards the summit as fast as the steep incline allowed. Only these - nothing +more. Then everyone noticed a strangely unseasonable noise in the deep valley +behind, and even in the underbrush of Sentinel Hill itself. It was the piping of +unnumbered whippoorwills, and in their shrill chorus there seemed to lurk a +note of tense and evil expectancy. + +Earl Sawyer now took the telescope and reported the three figures as standing on +the topmost ridge, virtually level with the altar-stone but at a considerable +distance from it. One figure, he said, seemed to be raising its hands above its +head at rhythmic intervals; and as Sawyer mentioned the circumstance the +crowd seemed to hear a faint, half-musical sound from the distance, as if a loud +chant were accompanying the gestures. The weird silhouette on that remote peak +must have been a spectacle of infinite grotesqueness and impressiveness, but no +observer was in a mood for aesthetic appreciation. 'I guess he's sayin' the spell,' +whispered Wheeler as he snatched back the telescope. The whippoorwills were +piping wildly, and in a singularly curious irregular rhythm quite unlike that of +the visible ritual. + +Suddenly the sunshine seemed to lessen without the intervention of any +discernible cloud. It was a very peculiar phenomenon, and was plainly marked +by all. A rumbling sound seemed brewing beneath the hills, mixed strangely +with a concordant rumbling which clearly came from the sky. Lightning flashed +aloft, and the wondering crowd looked in vain for the portents of storm. The +chanting of the men from Arkham now became unmistakable, and Wheeler saw +through the glass that they were all raising their arms in the rhythmic +incantation. From some farmhouse far away came the frantic barking of dogs. + + + + +The change in the quahty of the dayhght increased, and the crowd gazed about +the horizon in wonder. A purpHsh darkness, born of nothing more than a +spectral deepening of the sky's blue, pressed down upon the rumbling hills. +Then the lightning flashed again, somewhat brighter than before, and the crowd +fancied that it had showed a certain mistiness around the altar-stone on the +distant height. No one, however, had been using the telescope at that instant. The +whippoorwills continued their irregular pulsation, and the men of Dunwich +braced themselves tensely against some imponderable menace with which the +atmosphere seemed surcharged. + +Without warning came those deep, cracked, raucous vocal sounds which will +never leave the memory of the stricken group who heard them. Not from any +human throat were they born, for the organs of man can yield no such acoustic +perversions. Rather would one have said they came from the pit itself, had not +their source been so unmistakably the altar-stone on the peak. It is almost +erroneous to call them sounds at all, since so much of their ghastly, infra-bass +timbre spoke to dim seats of consciousness and terror far subtler than the ear; yet +one must do so, since their form was indisputably though vaguely that of half- +articulate words. They were loud - loud as the rumblings and the thunder above +which they echoed - yet did they come from no visible being. And because +imagination might suggest a conjectural source in the world of non-visible +beings, the huddled crowd at the mountain's base huddled still closer, and +winced as if in expectation of a blow. + +'Ygnailh... ygnaiih... thflthkh'ngha.... Yog-Sothoth ...' rang the hideous +croaking out of space. 'Y'bthnk. . . h'ehye - n'grkdl'lh. . .' + +The speaking impulse seemed to falter here, as if some frightful psychic struggle +were going on. Henry Wheeler strained his eye at the telescope, but saw only the +three grotesquely silhouetted human figures on the peak, all moving their arms +furiously in strange gestures as their incantation drew near its culmination. From +what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of +extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half- +articulate thunder-croakings drawn? Presently they began to gather renewed +force and coherence as they grew in stark, utter, ultimate frenzy. + +'Eh-y-ya-ya-yahaah - e'yayayaaaa... ngh'aaaaa... ngh'aaa... h'yuh... h'yuh... +HELP! HELP! . . .ff - ff - ff - FATHER! FATHER! YOG-SOTHOTH!. . .' + +But that was all. The pallid group in the road, still reeling at the indisputably +English syllables that had poured thickly and thunderously down from the +frantic vacancy beside that shocking altar-stone, were never to hear such +syllables again. Instead, they jumped violently at the terrific report which + + + + +seemed to rend the hills; the deafening, cataclysmic peal whose source, be it +inner earth or sky, no hearer was ever able to place. A single lightning bolt shot +from the purple zenith to the altar-stone, and a great tidal wave of viewless force +and indescribable stench swept down from the hill to all the countryside. Trees, +grass, and under-brush were whipped into a fury; and the frightened crowd at +the mountain's base, weakened by the lethal foetor that seemed about to +asphyxiate them, were almost hurled off their feet. Dogs howled from the +distance, green grass and foliage wilted to a curious, sickly yellow-grey, and over +field and forest were scattered the bodies of dead whippoorwills. + +The stench left quickly, but the vegetation never came right again. To this day +there is something queer and unholy about the growths on and around that +fearsome hill Curtis Whateley was only just regaining consciousness when the +Arkham men came slowly down the mountain in the beams of a sunlight once +more brilliant and untainted. They were grave and quiet, and seemed shaken by +memories and reflections even more terrible than those which had reduced the +group of natives to a state of cowed quivering. In reply to a jumble of questions +they only shook their heads and reaffirmed one vital fact. + +'The thing has gone for ever,' Armitage said. 'It has been split up into what it +was originally made of, and can never exist again. It was an impossibility in a +normal world. Only the least fraction was really matter in any sense we know. It +was like its father - and most of it has gone back to him in some vague realm or +dimension outside our material universe; some vague abyss out of which only +the most accursed rites of human blasphemy could ever have called him for a +moment on the hills.' + +There was a brief silence, and in that pause the scattered senses of poor Curtis +Whateley began to knit back into a sort of continuity; so that he put his hands to +his head with a moan. Memory seemed to pick itself up where it had left off, and +the horror of the sight that had prostrated him burst in upon him again. + +'Oh, oh, my Gawd, that haff face - that haff face on top of it... that face with the +red eyes an' crinkly albino hair, an' no chin, like the Whateley s... It was a +octopus, centipede, spider kind o' thing, but they was a haff-shaped man's face +on top of it, an' it looked like Wizard Whateley's, only it was yards an' yards +acrost....' + +He paused exhausted, as the whole group of natives stared in a bewilderment +not quite crystallized into fresh terror. Only old Zebulon Whateley, who +wanderingly remembered ancient things but who had been silent heretofore, +spoke aloud. + + + + +'Fifteen year' gone/ he rambled, 'I heered OY Whateley say as haow some day +we'd hear a child o' Lavinny's a-callin' its father's name on the top o' Sentinel +Hill...' + +But Joe Osborn interrupted him to question the Arkham men anew. + +'What was it, anyhaow, an' haowever did young Wizard Whateley call it aout o' +the air it come from?' + +Armitage chose his words very carefully. + +'It was - well, it was mostly a kind of force that doesn't belong in our part of +space; a kind of force that acts and grows and shapes itself by other laws than +those of our sort of Nature. We have no business calling in such things from +outside, and only very wicked people and very wicked cults ever try to. There +was some of it in Wilbur Whateley himself - enough to make a devil and a +precocious monster of him, and to make his passing out a pretty terrible sight. +I'm going to burn his accursed diary, and if you men are wise you'll dynamite +that altar-stone up there, and pull down all the rings of standing stones on the +other hills. Things like that brought down the beings those Whateley s were so +fond of - the beings they were going to let in tangibly to wipe out the human race +and drag the earth off to some nameless place for some nameless purpose. + +'But as to this thing we've just sent back - the Whateley s raised it for a terrible +part in the doings that were to come. It grew fast and big from the same reason +that Wilbur grew fast and big - but it beat him because it had a greater share of +the outsideness in it. You needn't ask how Wilbur called it out of the air. He +didn't call it out. It was his twin brother, but it looked more like the father than +he did.' + + + + +The Evil Clergyman + +Written in 1937 + +Published in April of 1939 in Weird Tales + +I was shown into the attic chamber by a grave, intelligent-looking man with quiet +clothes and an iron-gray beard, who spoke to me in this fashion: + +"Yes, he lived here- but I don't advise your doing anything. Your curiosity +makes you irresponsible. We never come here at night, and it's only because of +his will that we keep it this way. You know what he did. That abominable society +took charge at last, and we don't know where he is buried. There was no way the +law or anything else could reach the society. + +"I hope you won't stay till after dark. And I beg of you to let that thing on the +table- the thing that looks like a match-box- alone. We don't know what it is, but +we suspect it has something to do with what he did. We even avoid looking at it +very steadily." + +After a time the man left me alone in the attic room. It was very dingy and dusty, +and only primitively furnished, but it had a neatness which showed it was not a +slum-denizen's quarters. There were shelves full of theological and classical +books, and another bookcase containing treatises on magic- Paracelsus, Albertus +Magnus, Trithemius, Hermes Trismegistus, Borellus, and others in a strange +alphabet whose titles I could not decipher. The furniture was very plain. There +was a door, but it led only into a closet. The only egress was the aperture in the +floor up to which the crude, steep staircase led. The windows were of bull's-eye +pattern, and the black oak beams bespoke unbelievable antiquity. Plainly, this +house was of the Old World. I seemed to know where I was, but cannot recall +what I then knew. Certainly the town was not London. My impression is of a +small seaport. + +The small object on the table fascinated me intensely. I seemed to know what to +do with it, for I drew a pocket electric light- or what looked like one- out of my +pocket and nervously tested its flashes. The light was not white but violet, and +seemed less like true light than like some radioactive bombardment. I recall that I +did not regard it as a common flashlight- indeed, I had a common flashlight in +another pocket. + +It was getting dark, and the ancient roofs and chimney-pots outside looked very +queer through the bull's-eye window-panes. Finally I summoned up courage and +propped the small object up on the table against a book- then turned the rays of + + + + +the peculiar violet light upon it. The light seemed now to be more like a rain of +hail or small violet particles than like a continuous beam. As the particles struck +the glassy surface at the center of the strange device, they seemed to produce a +crackling noise like the sputtering of a vacuum tube through which sparks are +passed. The dark glassy surface displayed a pinkish glow, and a vague white +shape seemed to be taking form at its center. Then I noticed that I was not alone +in the room- and put the ray-projector back in my pocket. + +But the newcomer did not speak- nor did I hear any sound whatever during all +the immediately following moments. Everything was shadowy pantomime, as if +seen at a vast distance through some intervening haze- although on the other +hand the newcomer and all subsequent comers loomed large and close, as if both +near and distant, according to some abnormal geometry. + +The newcomer was a thin, dark man of medium height attired in the clerical garb +of the Anglican church. He was apparently about thirty years old, with a sallow, +olive complexion and fairly good features, but an abnormally high forehead. His +black hair was well cut and neatly brushed, and he was clean-shaven though +blue-chinned with a heavy growth of beard. He wore rimless spectacles with +steel bows. His build and lower facial features were like other clergymen I had +seen, but he had a vastly higher forehead, and was darker and more intelligent- +looking- also more subtly and concealedly evil-looking. At the present moment- +having just lighted a faint oil lamp- he looked nervous, and before I knew it he +was casting all his magical books into a fireplace on the window side of the room +(where the wall slanted sharply) which I had not noticed before. The flames +devoured the volumes greedily- leaping up in strange colors and emitting +indescribably hideous odors as the strangely hieroglyphed leaves and wormy +bindings succumbed to the devastating element. All at once I saw there were +others in the room- grave-looking men in clerical costume, one of whom wore +the bands and knee-breeches of a bishop. Though I could hear nothing, I could +see that they were bringing a decision of vast import to the first-comer. They +seemed to hate and fear him at the same time, and he seemed to return these +sentiments. His face set itself into a grim expression, but I could see his right +hand shaking as he tried to grip the back of a chair. The bishop pointed to the +empty case and to the fireplace (where the flames had died down amidst a +charred, non-committal mass), and seemed filled with a peculiar loathing. The +first-comer then gave a wry smile and reached out with his left hand toward the +small object on the table. Everyone then seemed frightened. The procession of +clerics began filing down the steep stairs through the trapdoor in the floor, +turning and making menacing gestures as they left. The bishop was last to go. + +The first-comer now went to a cupboard on the inner side of the room and +extracted a coil of rope. Mounting a chair, he attached one end of the rope to a + + + + +hook in the great exposed central beam of black oak, and began making a noose +with the other end. Realizing he was about to hang himself, I started forward to +dissuade or save him. He saw me and ceased his preparations, looking at me +with a kind of triumph which puzzled and disturbed me. He slowly stepped +down from the chair and began gliding toward me with a positively wolfish grin +on his dark, thin-lipped face. + +I felt somehow in deadly peril, and drew out the peculiar ray-projector as a +weapon of defense. Why I thought it could help me, I do not know. I turned it +on- full in his face, and saw the sallow features glow first with violet and then +with pinkish light. His expression of wolfish exultation began to be crowded +aside by a look of profound fear- which did not, however, wholly displace the +exultation. He stopped in his tracks- then, flailing his arms wildly in the air, +began to stagger backwards. I saw he was edging toward the open stair-well in +the floor, and tried to shout a warning, but he did not hear me. In another instant +he had lurched backward through the opening and was lost to view. + +I found difficulty in moving toward the stair-well, but when I did get there I +found no crushed body on the floor below. Instead there was a clatter of people +coming up with lanterns, for the spell of phantasmal silence had broken, and I +once more heard sounds and saw figures as normally tri-dimensional. Something +had evidently drawn a crowd to this place. Had there been a noise I had not +heard? + +Presently the two people (simple villagers, apparently) farthest in the lead saw +me- and stood paralyzed. One of them shrieked loudly and reverberantly: + +" Ahrrh! ... It be'ee, zur? Again?" + +Then they all turned and fled frantically. All, that is, but one. When the crowd +was gone I saw the grave-bearded man who had brought me to this place- +standing alone with a lantern. He was gazing at me gaspingly and fascinatedly, +but did not seem afraid. Then he began to ascend the stairs, and joined me in the +attic. He spoke: + +"So you didn't let it alone! I'm sorry. I know what has happened. It happened +once before, but the man got frightened and shot himself. You ought not to have +made him come back. You know what he wants. But you mustn't get frightened +like the other man he got. Something very strange and terrible has happened to +you, but it didn't get far enough to hurt your mind and personality. If you'll keep +cool, and accept the need for making certain radical readjustments in your life, +you can keep right on enjoying the world, and the fruits of your scholarship. But + + + + +you can't live here- and I don't think you'll wish to go back to London. I'd advise +America. + +"You mustn't try anything more with that- thing. Nothing can be put back now. +It would only make matters worse to do- or summon- anything. You are not as +badly off as you might be- but you must get out of here at once and stay away. +You'd better thank Heaven it didn't go further. . . + +"I'm going to prepare you as bluntly as I can. There's been a certain change- in +your personal appearance. He always causes that. But in a new country you can +get used to it. There's a mirror up at the other end of the room, and I'm going to +take you to it. You'll get a shock- though you will see nothing repulsive." + +I was now shaking with a deadly fear, and the bearded man almost had to hold +me up as he walked me across the room to the mirror, the faint lamp (i.e., that +formerly on the table, not the still fainter lantern he had brought) in his free +hand. This is what I saw in the glass: + +A thin, dark man of medium stature attired in the clerical garb of the Anglican +church, apparently about thirty, and with rimless, steel-bowed glasses glistening +beneath a sallow, olive forehead of abnormal height. + +It was the silent first-comer who had burned his books. + +For all the rest of my life, in outward form, I was to be that man + + + + +The Festival + + + +Written in October of 1923 + +Published in January of 1925 in Weird Tales + +Efficiut Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda +hominibus exhibeant. + +(Devils so work that things which are not appear to men as if they were real.) + +- Lacantius + +I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me. In the twilight +I heard it pounding on the rocks, and I knew it lay just over the hill where the +twisting willows writhed against the clearing sky and the first stars of evening. +And because my fathers had called me to the old town beyond, I pushed on +through the shallow, new-fallen snow along the road that soared lonely up to +where Aldebaran twinkled among the trees; on toward the very ancient town I +had never seen but often dreamed of. + +It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is +older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. It was the +Yuletide, and I had come at last to the ancient sea town where my people had +dwelt and kept festival in the elder time when festival was forbidden; where also +they had commanded their sons to keep festival once every century, that the +memory of primal secrets might not be forgotten. Mine were an old people, and +were old even when this land was settled three hundred years before. And they +were strange, because they had come as dark furtive folk from opiate southern +gardens of orchids, and spoken another tongue before they learnt the tongue of +the blue-eyed fishers. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals +of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came +back that night to the old fishing town as legend bade, for only the poor and the +lonely remember. + +Then beyond the hill's crest I saw Kingsport outspread frostily in the gloaming; +snowy Kingsport with its ancient vanes and steeples, ridgepoles and chimney- +pots, wharves and small bridges, willow-trees and graveyards; endless +labyrinths of steep, narrow, crooked streets, and dizzy church-crowned central +peak that time durst not touch; ceaseless mazes of colonial houses piled and +scattered at all angles and levels like a child's disordered blocks; antiquity +hovering on grey wings over winter-whitened gables and gambrel roofs; +fanlights and small-paned windows one by one gleaming out in the cold dusk to + + + + +join Orion and the archaic stars. And against the rotting wharves the sea +pounded; the secretive, immemorial sea out of which the people had come in the +elder time. + +Beside the road at its crest a still higher summit rose, bleak and windswept, and I +saw that it was a burying-ground where black gravestones stuck ghoulishly +through the snow like the decayed fingernails of a gigantic corpse. The printless +road was very lonely, and sometimes I thought I heard a distant horrible +creaking as of a gibbet in the wind. They had hanged four kinsmen of mine for +witchcraft in 1692, but I did not know just where. + +As the road wound down the seaward slope I listened for the merry sounds of a +village at evening, but did not hear them. Then I thought of the season, and felt +that these old Puritan folk might well have Christmas customs strange to me, +and full of silent hearthside prayer. So after that I did not listen for merriment or +look for wayfarers, kept on down past the hushed lighted farmhouses and +shadowy stone walls to where the signs of ancient shops and sea taverns creaked +in the salt breeze, and the grotesque knockers of pillared doorways glistened +along deserted unpaved lanes in the light of little, curtained windows. + +I had seen maps of the town, and knew where to find the home of my people. It +was told that I should be known and welcomed, for village legend lives long; so I +hastened through Back Street to Circle Court, and across the fresh snow on the +one full flagstone pavement in the town, to where Green Lane leads off behind +the Market House. The old maps still held good, and I had no trouble; though at +Arkham they must have lied when they said the trolleys ran to this place, since I +saw not a wire overhead. Snow would have hid the rails in any case. I was glad I +had chosen to walk, for the white village had seemed very beautiful from the hill; +and now I was eager to knock at the door of my people, the seventh house on the +left in Green Lane, with an ancient peaked roof and jutting second storey, all +built before 1650. + +There were lights inside the house when I came upon it, and I saw from the +diamond window-panes that it must have been kept very close to its antique +state. The upper part overhung the narrow grass-grown street and nearly met the +over-hanging part of the house opposite, so that I was almost in a tunnel, with +the low stone doorstep wholly free from snow. There was no sidewalk, but many +houses had high doors reached by double flights of steps with iron railings. It +was an odd scene, and because I was strange to New England I had never known +its like before. Though it pleased me, I would have relished it better if there had +been footprints in the snow, and people in the streets, and a few windows +without drawn curtains. + + + + +When I sounded the archaic iron knocker I was half afraid. Some fear had been +gathering in me, perhaps because of the strangeness of my heritage, and the +bleakness of the evening, and the queerness of the silence in that aged town of +curious customs. And when my knock was answered I was fully afraid, because I +had not heard any footsteps before the door creaked open. But I was not afraid +long, for the gowned, slippered old man in the doorway had a bland face that +reassured me; and though he made signs that he was dumb, he wrote a quaint +and ancient welcome with the stylus and wax tablet he carried. + +He beckoned me into a low, candle-lit room with massive exposed rafters and +dark, stiff, sparse furniture of the seventeenth century. The past was vivid there, +for not an attribute was missing. There was a cavernous fireplace and a spinning- +wheel at which a bent old woman in loose wrapper and deep poke-bonnet sat +back toward me, silently spinning despite the festive season. An indefinite +dampness seemed upon the place, and I marvelled that no fire should be blazing. +The high-backed settle faced the row of curtained windows at the left, and +seemed to be occupied, though I was not sure. I did not like everything about +what I saw, and felt again the fear I had had. This fear grew stronger from what +had before lessened it, for the more I looked at the old man's bland face the more +its very blandness terrified me. The eyes never moved, and the skin was too +much like wax. Finally I was sure it was not a face at all, but a fiendishly cunning +mask. But the flabby hands, curiously gloved, wrote genially on the tablet and +told me I must wait a while before I could be led to the place of the festival. + +Pointing to a chair, table, and pile of books, the old man now left the room; and +when I sat down to read I saw that the books were hoary and mouldy, and that +they included old Morryster's wild Marvels of Science, the terrible Saducismus +Triumphatus of Joseph Glanvil, published in 1681, the shocking Daemonolatreja +of Remigius, printed in 1595 at Lyons, and worst of all, the unmentionable +Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, in Olaus Wormius' forbidden +Latin translation; a book which I had never seen, but of which I had heard +monstrous things whispered. No one spoke to me, but I could hear the creaking +of signs in the wind outside, and the whir of the wheel as the bonneted old +woman continued her silent spinning, spinning. I thought the room and the +books and the people very morbid and disquieting, but because an old tradition +of my fathers had summoned me to strange feastings, I resolved to expect queer +things. So I tried to read, and soon became tremblingly absorbed by something I +found in that accursed Necronomicon; a thought and a legend too hideous for +sanity or consciousness, but I disliked it when I fancied I heard the closing of one +of the windows that the settle faced, as if it had been stealthily opened. It had +seemed to follow a whirring that was not of the old woman's spinning-wheel. +This was not much, though, for the old woman was spinning very hard, and the +aged clock had been striking. After that I lost the feeling that there were persons + + + + +on the settle, and was reading intently and shudderingly when the old man came +back booted and dressed in a loose antique costume, and sat down on that very +bench, so that I could not see him. It was certainly nervous waiting, and the +blasphemous book in my hands made it doubly so. When eleven struck, +however, the old man stood up, glided to a massive carved chest in a corner, and +got two hooded cloaks; one of which he donned, and the other of which he +draped round the old woman, who was ceasing her monotonous spinning. Then +they both started for the outer door; the woman lamely creeping, and the old +man, after picking up the very book I had been reading, beckoning me as he +drew his hood over that unmoving face or mask. + +We went out into the moonless and tortuous network of that incredibly ancient +town; went out as the lights in the curtained windows disappeared one by one, +and the Dog Star leered at the throng of cowled, cloaked figures that poured +silently from every doorway and formed monstrous processions up this street +and that, past the creaking signs and antediluvian gables, the thatched roofs and +diamond-paned windows; threading precipitous lanes where decaying houses +overlapped and crumbled together; gliding across open courts and churchyards +where the bobbing lanthorns made eldritch drunken constellations. + +Amid these hushed throngs I followed my voiceless guides; jostled by elbows +that seemed preternaturally soft, and pressed by chests and stomachs that +seemed abnormally pulpy; but seeing never a face and hearing never a word. Up, +up, up, the eery columns slithered, and I saw that all the travellers were +converging as they flowed near a sort of focus of crazy alleys at the top of a high +hill in the centre of the town, where perched a great white church. I had seen it +from the road's crest when I looked at Kingsport in the new dusk, and it had +made me shiver because Aldebaran had seemed to balance itself a moment on +the ghostly spire. + +There was an open space around the church; partly a churchyard with spectral +shafts, and partly a half-paved square swept nearly bare of snow by the wind, +and lined with unwholesomely archaic houses having peaked roofs and +overhanging gables. Death-fires danced over the tombs, revealing gruesome +vistas, though queerly failing to cast any shadows. Past the churchyard, where +there were no houses, I could see over the hill's summit and watch the glimmer +of stars on the harbour, though the town was invisible in the dark. Only once in a +while a lantern bobbed horribly through serpentine alleys on its way to overtake +the throng that was now slipping speechlessly into the church. I waited till the +crowd had oozed into the black doorway, and till all the stragglers had followed. +The old man was pulling at my sleeve, but I was determined to be the last. +Crossing the threshold into the swarming temple of unknown darkness, I turned +once to look at the outside world as the churchyard phosphorescence cast a + + + + +sickly glow on the hilltop pavement. And as I did so I shuddered. For though the +wind had not left much snow, a few patches did remain on the path near the +door; and in that fleeting backward look it seemed to my troubled eyes that they +bore no mark of passing feet, not even mine. + +The church was scarce lighted by all the lanthorns that had entered it, for most of +the throng had already vanished. They had streamed up the aisle between the +high pews to the trap-door of the vaults which yawned loathsomely open just +before the pulpit, and were now squinning noiselessly in. I followed dumbly +down the foot-worn steps and into the dark, suffocating crypt. The tail of that +sinuous line of night-marchers seemed very horrible, and as I saw them +wriggling into a venerable tomb they seemed more horrible still. Then I noticed +that the tomb's floor had an aperture down which the throng was sliding, and in +a moment we were all descending an ominous staircase of rough-hewn stone; a +narrow spiral staircase damp and peculiarly odorous, that wound endlessly +down into the bowels of the hill past monotonous walls of dripping stone blocks +and crumbling mortar. It was a silent, shocking descent, and I observed after a +horrible interval that the walls and steps were changing in nature, as if chiselled +out of the solid rock. What mainly troubled me was that the myriad footfalls +made no sound and set up no echoes. After more aeons of descent I saw some +side passages or burrows leading from unknown recesses of blackness to this +shaft of nighted mystery. Soon they became excessively numerous, like impious +catacombs of nameless menace; and their pungent odour of decay grew quite +unbearable. I knew we must have passed down through the mountain and +beneath the earth of Kingsport itself, and I shivered that a town should be so +aged and maggoty with subterraneous evil. + +Then I saw the lurid shimmering of pale light, and heard the insidious lapping of +sunless waters. Again I shivered, for I did not like the things that the night had +brought, and wished bitterly that no forefather had summoned me to this primal +rite. As the steps and the passage grew broader, I heard another sound, the thin, +whining mockery of a feeble flute; and suddenly there spread out before me the +boundless vista of an inner world- a vast fungous shore litten by a belching +column of sick greenish flame and washed by a wide oily river that flowed from +abysses frightful and unsuspected to join the blackest gulfs of immemorial ocean. + +Fainting and gasping, I looked at that unhallowed Erebus of titan toadstools, +leprous fire and slimy water, and saw the cloaked throngs forming a semicircle +around the blazing pillar. It was the Yule-rite, older than man and fated to +survive him; the primal rite of the solstice and of spring's promise beyond the +snows; the rite of fire and evergreen, light and music. And in the stygian grotto I +saw them do the rite, and adore the sick pillar of flame, and throw into the water +handfuls gouged out of the viscous vegetation which glittered green in the + + + + +chlorotic glare. I saw this, and I saw something amorphously squatted far away +from the light, piping noisomely on a flute; and as the thing piped I thought I +heard noxious muffled flutterings in the foetid darkness where I could not see. +But what frightened me most was that flaming column; spouting volcanically +from depths profound and inconceivable, casting no shadows as healthy flame +should, and coating the nitrous stone with a nasty, venomous verdigris. For in all +that seething combustion no warmth lay, but only the clamminess of death and +corruption. + +The man who had brought me now squirmed to a point directly beside the +hideous flame, and made stiff ceremonial motions to the semi-circle he faced. At +certain stages of the ritual they did grovelling obeisance, especially when he held +above his head that abhorrent Necronomicon he had taken with him; and I +shared all the obeisances because I had been summoned to this festival by the +writings of my forefathers. Then the old man made a signal to the half-seen flute- +player in the darkness, which player thereupon changed its feeble drone to a +scarce louder drone in another key; precipitating as it did so a horror +unthinkable and unexpected. At this horror I sank nearly to the lichened earth, +transfixed with a dread not of this or any world, but only of the mad spaces +between the stars. + +Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold +flame, out of the tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, +unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, +hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain +ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor +buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but +something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with +their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings; and as they reached +the throng of celebrants the cowled figures seized and mounted them, and rode +off one by one along the reaches of that unlighted river, into pits and galleries of +panic where poison springs feed frightful and undiscoverable cataracts. + +The old spinning woman had gone with the throng, and the old man remained +only because I had refused when he motioned me to seize an animal and ride like +the rest. I saw when I staggered to my feet that the amorphous flute-player had +rolled out of sight, but that two of the beasts were patiently standing by. As I +hung back, the old man produced his stylus and tablet and wrote that he was the +true deputy of my fathers who had founded the Yule worship in this ancient +place; that it had been decreed I should come back, and that the most secret +mysteries were yet to be performed. He wrote this in a very ancient hand, and +when I still hesitated he pulled from his loose robe a seal ring and a watch, both +with my family arms, to prove that he was what he said. But it was a hideous + + + + +proof, because I knew from old papers that that watch had been buried with my +great-great-great-great-grandfather in 1698. + +Presently the old man drew back his hood and pointed to the family resemblance +in his face, but I only shuddered, because I was sure that the face was merely a +devilish waxen mask. The flopping animals were now scratching restlessly at the +lichens, and I saw that the old man was nearly as restless himself. When one of +the things began to waddle and edge away, he turned quickly to stop it; so that +the suddenness of his motion dislodged the waxen mask from what should have +been his head. And then, because that nightmare's position barred me from the +stone staircase down which we had come, I flung myself into the oily +underground river that bubbled somewhere to the caves of the sea; flung myself +into that putrescent juice of earth's inner horrors before the madness of my +screams could bring down upon me all the charnel legions these pest-gulfs might +conceal. + +At the hospital they told me I had been found half-frozen in Kingsport Harbour +at dawn, clinging to the drifting spar that accident sent to save me. They told me +I had taken the wrong fork of the hill road the night before, and fallen over the +cliffs at Orange Point; a thing they deduced from prints found in the snow. There +was nothing I could say, because everything was wrong. Everything was wrong, +with the broad windows showing a sea of roofs in which only about one in five +was ancient, and the sound of trolleys and motors in the streets below. They +insisted that this was Kingsport, and I could not deny it. When I went delirious +at hearing that the hospital stood near the old churchyard on Central Hill, they +sent me to St Mary's Hospital in Arkham, where I could have better care. I liked +it there, for the doctors were broad-minded, and even lent me their influence in +obtaining the carefully sheltered copy of Alhazred's objectionable Necronomicon +from the library of Miskatonic University. They said something about a +"psychosis" and agreed I had better get any harassing obsessions off my mind. + +So I read that hideous chapter, and shuddered doubly because it was indeed not +new to me. I had seen it before, let footprints tell what they might; and where it +was I had seen it were best forgotten. There was no one- in waking hours- who +could remind me of it; but my dreams are filled with terror, because of phrases I +dare not quote. I dare quote only one paragraph, put into such English as I can +make from the awkward Low Latin. + +"The nethermost caverns," wrote the mad Arab, "are not for the fathoming of +eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground where +dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no +head. Wisely did Ibn Schacabao say, that happy is the tomb where no wizard +hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes. For it is of + + + + +old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but +fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life +springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell +monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought +to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl." + + + + +The Haunter Of The Dark + +Written in November of 1935 + +Published in December of 1936 in Weird Tales + +I have seen the dark universe yawning + +Where the black planets roll without aim. + +Where they roll in their horror unheeded. +Without knowledge or lustre or name. + +Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert +Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from +an electrical discharge. It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but +nature has shown herself capable of many freakish performances. The expression +on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure muscular source unrelated +to anything he saw, while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a +fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old +matters he had uncovered. As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted +church of Federal Hill- the shrewd analyst is not slow in attributing them to +some charlatanry, conscious or unconscious, with at least some of which Blake +was secretly connected. + +For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of +myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects +of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city -a visit to a strange old man +as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he- had ended amidst death and +flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from +his home in Milwaukee. He may have known of the old stories despite his +statements to the contrary in the diary, and his death may have nipped in the +bud some stupendous hoax destined to have a literary reflection. + +Among those, however, who have examined and correlated all this evidence, +there remain several who cling to less rational and commonplace theories. They +are inclined to take much of Blake's diary at its face value, and point significantly +to certain facts such as the undoubted genuineness of the old church record, the +verified existence of the disliked and unorthodox Starry Wisdom sect prior to +1877, the recorded disappearance of an inquisitive reporter named Edwin M. +Lillibridge in 1893, and- above all- the look of monstrous, transfiguring fear on +the face of the young writer when he died. It was one of these believers who, +moved to fanatical extremes, threw into the bay the curiously angled stone and +its strangely adorned metal box found in the old church steeple- the black + + + + +windowless steeple, and not the tower where Blake's diary said those things +originally were. Though widely censured both officially and unofficially, this +man- a reputable physician with a taste for odd folklore- averred that he had rid +the earth of something too dangerous to rest upon it. + +Between these two schools of opinion the reader must judge for himself. The +papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others +the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it- or thought he saw it- or +pretended to see it. Now studying the diary closely, dispassionately, and at +leisure, let us summarize the dark chain of events from the expressed point of +view of their chief actor. + +Young Blake returned to Providence in the winter of 1934-5, taking the upper +floor of a venerable dwelling in a grassy court off College Street- on the crest of +the great eastward hill near the Brown University campus and behind the marble +John Hay Library. It was a cosy and fascinating place, in a little garden oasis of +village-like antiquity where huge, friendly cats sunned themselves atop a +convenient shed. The square Georgian house had a monitor roof, classic doorway +with fan carving, small-paned windows, and all the other earmarks of early +nineteenth century workmanship. Inside were six-panelled doors, wide floor- +boards, a curving colonial staircase, white Adam-period mantels, and a rear set +of rooms three steps below the general level. + +Blake's study, a large southwest chamber, overlooked the front garden on one +side, while its west windows- before one of which he had his desk- faced off +from the brow of the hill and commanded a splendid view of the lower town's +outspread roofs and of the mystical sunsets that flamed behind them. On the far +horizon were the open countryside's purple slopes. Against these, some two +miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs +and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms +as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious +sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might or +might not vanish in dream if ever he tried to seek it out and enter it in person. + +Having sent home for most of his books, Blake bought some antique furniture +suitable for his quarters and settled down to write and paint- living alone, and +attending to the simple housework himself. His studio was in a north attic room, +where the panes of the monitor roof furnished admirable lighting. During that +first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories- The Burrower +Beneath, The Stairs in the Crypt, Shaggai, In the Vale of Pnath, and The Feaster +from the Stars- and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman +monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. + + + + +At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the outspread +west- the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house +belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire- +crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables +so potently provoked his fancy. From his few local aquaintances he learned that +the far-off slope was a vast Italian quarter, though most of the houses were +remnant of older Yankee and Irish days. Now and then he would train his field- +glasses on that spectral, unreachable world beyond the curling smoke; picking +out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and speculating upon the +bizarre and curious mysteries they might house. Even with optical aid Federal +Hill seemed somehow alien, half fabulous, and linked to the unreal, intangible +marvels of Blake's own tales and pictures. The feeling would persist long after +the hill had faded into the violet, lamp-starred twilight, and the court-house +floodlights and the red Industrial Trust beacon had blazed up to make the night +grotesque. + +Of all the distant objects on Federal Hill, a certain huge, dark church most +fascinated Blake. It stood out with especial distinctness at certain hours of the +day, and at sunset the great tower and tapering steeple loomed blackly against +the flaming sky. It seemed to rest on especially high ground; for the grimy +fagade, and the obliquely seen north side with sloping roof and the tops of great +pointed windows, rose boldly above the tangle of surrounding ridgepoles and +chimney-pots. Peculiarly grim and austere, it appeared to be built of stone, +stained and weathered with the smoke and storms of a century and more. The +style, so far as the glass could show, was that earliest experimental form of +Gothic revival which preceded the stately Upjohn period and held over some of +the outlines and proportions of the Georgian age. Perhaps it was reared around +1810 or 1815. + +As months passed, Blake watched the far-off, forbidding structure with an oddly +mounting interest. Since the vast windows were never lighted, he knew that it +must be vacant. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at +length he began to fancy curious things. He believed that a vague, singular aura +of desolation hovered over the place, so that even the pigeons and swallows +shunned its smoky eaves. Around other towers and belfries his glass would +reveal great flocks of birds, but here they never rested. At least, that is what he +thought and set down in his diary. He pointed the place out to several friends, +but none of them had even been on Federal Hill or possessed the faintest notion +of what the church was or had been. + +In the spring a deep restlessness gripped Blake. He had begun his long-planned +novel- based on a supposed survival of the witch-cult in Maine- but was +strangely unable to make progress with it. More and more he would sit at his + + + + +westward window and gaze at the distant hill and the black, frowning steeple +shunned by the birds. When the delicate leaves came out on the garden boughs +the world was filled with a new beauty, but Blake's restlessness was merely +increased. It was then that he first thought of crossing the city and climbing +bodily up that fabulous slope into the smoke-wreathed world of dream. + +Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made his +first trip into the unknown. Plodding through the endless downtown streets and +the bleak, decayed squares beyond, he came finally upon the ascending avenue +of century -worn steps, sagging Doric porches, and blear-paned cupolas which he +felt must lead up to the long-known, unreachable world beyond the mists. There +were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and +presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign +signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Nowhere could +he find any of the objects he had seen from afar; so that once more he half fancied +that the Federal Hill of that distant view was a dream-world never to be trod by +living human feet. + +Now and then a battered church fagade or crumbling spire came in sight, but +never the blackened pile that he sought. When he asked a shopkeeper about a +great stone church the man smiled and shook his head, though he spoke English +freely. As Blake climbed higher, the region seemed stranger and stranger, with +bewildering mazes of brooding brown alleys leading eternally off to the south. +He crossed two or three broad avenues, and once thought he glimpsed a familiar +tower. Again he asked a merchant about the massive church of stone, and this +time he could have sworn that the plea of ignorance was feigned. The dark man's +face had a look of fear which he tried to hide, and Blake saw him make a curious +sign with his right hand. + +Then suddenly a black spire stood out against the cloudy sky on his left, above +the tiers of brown roofs lining the tangled southerly alleys. Blake knew at once +what it was, and plunged toward it through the squalid, unpaved lanes that +climbed from the avenue. Twice he lost his way, but he somehow dared not ask +any of the patriarchs or housewives who sat on their doorsteps, or any of the +children who shouted and played in the mud of the shadowy lanes. + +At last he saw the tower plain against the southwest, and a huge stone bulk rose +darkly at the end of an alley. Presently he stood in a wind-swept open square, +quaintly cobblestoned, with a high bank wall on the farther side. This was the +end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the +wall supported- a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the +surrounding streets- there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite +Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. + + + + +The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Some of the high stone +buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, +neglected weeds and grasses. The sooty Gothic windows were largely unbroken, +though many of the stone muUions were missing. Blake wondered how the +obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known +habits of small boys the world over. The massive doors were intact and tightly +closed. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty +iron fence whose gate- at the head of a flight of steps from the square- was +visibly padlocked. The path from the gate to the building was completely +overgrown. Desolation and decay hung like a pall above the place, and in the +birdless eaves and black, ivyless walls Blake felt a touch of the dimly sinister +beyond his power to define. + +There were very few people in the square, but Blake saw a policeman at the +northerly end and approached him with questions about the church. He was a +great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than +make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. +When Blake pressed him he said very hurriedly that the Italian priest warned +everybody against it, vowing that a monstrous evil had once dwelt there and left +its mark. He himself had heard dark whispers of it from his father, who recalled +certain sounds and rumours from his boyhood. + +There had been a bad sect there in the old days- an outlaw sect that called up +awful things from some unknown gulf of night. It had taken a good priest to +exorcise what had come, though there did be those who said that merely the +light could do it. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many a thing he +could tell. But now there was nothing to do but let it alone. It hurt nobody now, +and those that owned it were dead or far away. They had run away like rats after +the threatening talk in '77 , when people began to mind the way folks vanished +now and then in the neighbourhood. Some day the city would step in and take +the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching +it. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to +rest forever in their black abyss. + +After the policeman had gone Blake stood staring at the sullen steepled pile. It +excited him to find that the structure seemed as sinister to others as to him, and +he wondered what grain of truth might lie behind the old tales the bluecoat had +repeated. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, +but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. + +The afternoon sun came out from behind dispersing clouds, but seemed unable +to light up the stained, sooty walls of the old temple that towered on its high +plateau. It was odd that the green of spring had not touched the brown, withered + + + + +growths in the raised, iron-fenced yard. Blake found himself edging nearer the +raised area and examining the bank wall and rusted fence for possible avenues of +ingress. There was a terrible lure about the blackened fane which was not to be +resisted. The fence had no opening near the steps, but round on the north side +were some missing bars. He could go up the steps and walk round on the narrow +coping outside the fence till he came to the gap. If the people feared the place so +wildly, he would encounter no interference. + +He was on the embankment and almost inside the fence before anyone noticed +him. Then, looking down, he saw the few people in the square edging away and +making the same sign with their right hands that the shopkeeper in the avenue +had made. Several windows were slammed down, and a fat woman darted into +the street and pulled some small children inside a rickety, unpainted house. The +gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found +himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Here +and there the worn stump of a headstone told him that there had once been +burials in the field; but that, he saw, must have been very long ago. The sheer +bulk of the church was oppressive now that he was close to it, but he conquered +his mood and approached to try the three great doors in the fagade. All were +securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some +minor and more penetrable opening. Even then he could not be sure that he +wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its +strangeness dragged him on automatically. + +A yawning and unprotected cellar window in the rear furnished the needed +aperture. Peering in, Blake saw a subterrene gulf of cobwebs and dust faintly +litten by the western sun's filtered rays. Debris, old barrels, and ruined boxes and +furniture of numerous sorts met his eye, though over everything lay a shroud of +dust which softened all sharp outlines. The rusted remains of a hot-air furnace +showed that the building had been used and kept in shape as late as mid- +Victorian times. + +Acting almost without conscious initiative, Blake crawled through the window +and let himself down to the dust-carpeted and debris-strewn concrete floor. The +vaulted cellar was a vast one, without partitions; and in a corner far to the right, +amid dense shadows, he saw a black archway evidently leading upstairs. He felt +a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral +building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about- finding a still-intact +barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his +exit. Then, bracing himself, he crossed the wide, cobweb-festooned space toward +the arch. Half-choked with the omnipresent dust, and covered with ghostly +gossamer fibres, he reached and began to climb the worn stone steps which rose +into the darkness. He had no light, but groped carefully with his hands. After a + + + + +sharp turn he feh a closed door ahead, and a httle fumbHng revealed its ancient +latch. It opened inward, and beyond it he saw a dimly illumined corridor lined +with worm-eaten panelling. + +Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. All the inner +doors were unlocked, so that he freely passed from room to room. The colossal +nave was an almost eldritch place with its drifts and mountains of dust over box +pews, altar, hour-glass pulpit, and sounding-board and its titanic ropes of +cobweb stretching among the pointed arches of the gallery and entwining the +clustered Gothic columns. Over all this hushed desolation played a hideous +leaden light as the declining afternoon sun sent its rays through the strange, half- +blackened panes of the great apsidal windows. + +The paintings on those windows were so obscured by soot that Blake could +scarcely decipher what they had represented, but from the little he could make +out he did not like them. The designs were largely conventional, and his +knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient +patterns. The few saints depicted bore expressions distinctly open to criticism, +while one of the windows seemed to show merely a dark space with spirals of +curious luminosity scattered about in it. Turning away from the windows, Blake +noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, +but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. + +In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high +shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Here for the first time he received a +positive shock of objective horror, for the titles of those books told him much. +They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even +heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and +dreaded repositories of equivocal secret and immemorial formulae which have +trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, +fabulous days before man was. He had himself read many of them- a Latin +version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous +Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von +Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. But there were others +he had known merely by reputation or not at all- the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the +Book of Dzyan, and a crumbling volume of wholly unidentifiable characters yet +with certain symbols and diagrams shuddering recognizable to the occult +student. Clearly, the lingering local rumours had not lied. This place had once +been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe. + +In the ruined desk was a small leatherbound record-book filled with entries in +some odd cryptographic medium. The manuscript writing consisted of the +common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy. + + + + +astrology, and other dubious arts- the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, +and zodiacal signs- here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and +paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. + +In the hope of later solving the cryptogram, Blake bore off this volume in his coat +pocket. Many of the great tomes on the shelves fascinated him unutterably, and +he felt tempted to borrow them at some later time. He wondered how they could +have remained undisturbed so long. Was he the first to conquer the clutching, +pervasive fear which had for nearly sixty years protected this deserted place +from visitors? + +Having now thoroughly explored the ground floor, Blake ploughed again +through the dust of the spectral nave to the front vestibule, where he had seen a +door and staircase presumably leading up to the blackened tower and steeple- +objects so long familiar to him at a distance. The ascent was a choking +experience, for dust lay thick, while the spiders had done their worst in this +constricted place. The staircase was a spiral with high, narrow wooden treads, +and now and then Blake passed a clouded window looking dizzily out over the +city. Though he had seen no ropes below, he expected to find a bell or peal of +bells in the tower whose narrow, louvre-boarded lancet windows his field-glass +had studied so often. Here he was doomed to disappointment; for when he +attained the top of the stairs he found the tower chamber vacant of chimes, and +clearly devoted to vastly different purposes. + +The room, about fifteen feet square, was faintly lighted by four lancet windows, +one on each side, which were glazed within their screening of decayed louvre- +boards. These had been further fitted with tight, opaque screens, but the latter +were now largely rotted away. In the centre of the dust-laden floor rose a +curiously angled stone pillar home four feet in height and two in average +diameter, covered on each side with bizarre, crudely incised and wholly +unrecognizable hieroglyphs. On this pillar rested a metal box of peculiarly +asymmetrical form; its hinged lid thrown back, and its interior holding what +looked beneath the decade-deep dust to be an egg-shaped or irregularly +spherical object some four inches through. Around the pillar in a rough circle +were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, +ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, +black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven +megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. In one corner of the cobw ebbed chamber a +ladder was built into the wall, leading up to the closed trap door of the +windowless steeple above. + +As Blake grew accustomed to the feeble light he noticed odd bas-reliefs on the +strange open box of yellowish metal. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust + + + + +away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a +monstrous and utterly ahen kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly +alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The four-inch +seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with +many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort or an +artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. It did not touch the +bottom of the box, but was held suspended by means of a metal band around its +centre, with seven queerly-designed supports extending horizontally to angles of +the box's inner wall near the top. This stone, once exposed, exerted upon Blake +an almost alarming fascination. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he +looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half- +formed worlds of wonder within. Into his mind floated pictures of alien orbs +with great stone towers, and other orbs with titan mountains and no mark of life, +and still remoter spaces where only a stirring in vague blacknesses told of the +presence of consciousness and will. + +When he did look away, it was to notice a somewhat singular mound of dust in +the far corner near the ladder to the steeple. Just why it took his attention he +could not tell, but something in its contours carried a message to his unconscious +mind. Ploughing toward it, and brushing aside the hanging cobwebs as he went, +he began to discern something grim about it. Hand and handkerchief soon +revealed the truth, and Blake gasped with a baffling mixture of emotions. It was +a human skeleton, and it must have been there for a very long time. The clothing +was in shreds, but some buttons and fragments of cloth bespoke a man's grey +suit. There were other bits of evidence- shoes, metal clasps, huge buttons for +round cuffs, a stickpin of bygone pattern, a reporter's badge with the name of the +old Providence Telegram, and a crumbling leather pocketbook. Blake examined +the latter with care, finding within it several bills of antiquated issue, a celluloid +advertising calendar for 1893, some cards with the name "Edwin M. Lillibridge", +and a paper covered with pencilled memoranda. + +This paper held much of a puzzling nature, and Blake read it carefully at the dim +westward window. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: + +Prof. Enoch Bowen home from Egypt May 1844 - buys old Free-Will Church in +July - his archaeological work & studies in occult well known. + +Dr Drowne of 4th Baptist warns against Starry Wisdom in sermon 29 Dec. 1844. + +Congregation 97 by end of '45. + +1846 - 3 disappearances - first mention of Shining Trapezohedron. + + + + +7 disappearances 1848 - stories of blood sacrifice begin. + +Investigation 1853 comes to nothing - stories of sounds. + +Fr O'Malley tells of devil-worship with box found in great Egyptian ruins - says +they call up something that can't exist in light. Flees a little light, and banished +by strong light. Then has to be summoned again. Probably got this from +deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney, who had joined Starry Wisdom in '49. +These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shows them heaven & other +worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way. + +Story of Orrin B. Eddy 1857. They call it up by gazing at the crystal, & have a +secret language of their own. + +200 or more in cong. 1863, exclusive of men at front. + +Irish boys mob church in 1869 after Patrick Regan's disappearance. + +Veiled article in J. 14 March '72, but people don't talk about it. + +6 disappearances 1876 - secret committee calls on Mayor Doyle. + +Action promised Feb. 1877 - church closes in April. + +Gang - Federal Hill Boys - threaten Dr - and vestrymen in May. + +181 persons leave city before end of '77 - mention no names. + +Ghost stories begin around 1880 - try to ascertain truth of report that no human +being has entered church since 1877. + +Ask Lanigan for photograph of place taken 1851. . . + +Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake +turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. The implications of the notes +were clear, and there could be no doubt but that this man had come to the +deserted edifice forty-two years before in quest of a newspaper sensation which +no one else had been bold enough to attempt. Perhaps no one else had known of +his plan - who could tell? But he had never returned to his paper. Had some +bravely-suppressed fear risen to overcome him and bring on sudden heart- +failure? Blake stooped over the gleaming bones and noted their peculiar state. +Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the +ends. Others were strangely yellowed, with vague suggestions of charring. This +charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. The skull was in a very + + + + +peculiar state - stained yellow, and with a charred aperture in the top as if some +powerful acid had eaten through the solid bone. What had happened to the +skeleton during its four decades of silent entombment here Blake could not +imagine. + +Before he realized it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its curious +influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw processions of robed, +hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and looked on endless leagues +of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching monoliths. He saw towers and walls in +nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist +floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he +glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semisolid forms were +known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to +superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana +of the worlds we know. + +Then all at once the spell was broken by an access of gnawing, indeterminate +panic fear. Blake choked and turned away from the stone, conscious of some +formless alien presence close to him and watching him with horrible intentness. +He felt entangled with something- something which was not in the stone, but +which had looked through it at him- something which would ceaselessly follow +him with a cognition that was not physical sight. Plainly, the place was getting +on his nerves- as well it might in view of his gruesome find. The light was +waning, too, and since he had no illuininant with him he knew he would have to +be leaving soon. + +It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of +luminosity in the crazily angled stone. He had tried to look away from it, but +some obscure compulsion drew his eyes hack. Was there a subtle +phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? What was it that the dead +man 's notes had said concerning a Shining Trapezohedron? What, anyway, was +this abandoned lair of cosmic evil? What had been done here, and what might +still be lurking in the bird-shunned shadows? It seemed now as if an elusive +touch of foetor had arisen somewhere close by, though its source was not +apparent. Blake seized the cover of the long-open box and snapped it down. It +moved easily on its alien hinges, and closed completely over the unmistakably +glowing stone. + +At the sharp click of that closing a soft stirring sound seemed to come from the +steeple's eternal blackness overhead, beyond the trap-door. Rats, without +question- the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since +he had entered it. And yet that stirring in the steeple frightened him horribly, so +that he plunged almost wildly down the spiral stairs, across the ghoulish nave. + + + + +into the vaulted basement, out amidst the gathering dust of the deserted square, +and down through the teeming, fear-haunted alleys and avenues of Federal Hill +towards the sane central streets and the home-like brick sidewalks of the college +district. + +During the days which followed, Blake told no one of his expedition. Instead, he +read much in certain books, examined long years of newspaper files downtown, +and worked feverishly at the cryptogram in that leather volume from the +cobwebbed vestry room. The cipher, he soon saw, was no simple one; and after a +long period of endeavour he felt sure that its language could not be English, +Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, Italian, or German. Evidently he would have to +draw upon the deepest wells of his strange erudition. + +Every evening the old impulse to gaze westwards returned, and he saw the black +steeple as of yore amongst the bristling roofs of a distant and half-fabulous +world. But now it held a fresh note of terror for him. He knew the heritage of evil +lore it masked, and with the knowledge his vision ran riot in queer new ways. +The birds of spring were returning, and as he watched their sunset flights he +fancied they avoided the gaunt, lone spire as never before. When a flock of them +approached it, he thought, they would wheel and scatter in panic confusion- and +he could guess at the wild twitterings which failed to reach him across the +intervening miles. + +It was in June that Blake's diary told of his victory over the cryptogram. The text +was, he found, in the dark Aklo language used by certain cults of evil antiquity, +and known to him in a halting way through previous researches. The diary is +strangely reticent about what Blake deciphered, but he was patently awed and +disconcerted by his results. There are references to a Haunter of the Dark awaked +by gazing into the Shining Trapezohedron, and insane conjectures about the +black gulfs of chaos from which it was called. The being is spoken of as holding +all knowledge, and demanding monstrous sacrifices. Some of Blake's entries +show fear lest the thing, which he seemed to regard as summoned, stalk abroad; +though he adds that the streetlights form a bulwark which cannot be crossed. + +Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time +and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark +Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and +placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their +ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the +first human beings. It crossed strange lands and stranger seas, and sank with +Atlantis before a Minoan fisher meshed it in his net and sold it to swarthy +merchants from nighted Khem. The Pharaoh Nephren-Ka built around it a +temple with a windowless crypt, and did that which caused his name to be + + + + +stricken from all monuments and records. Then it slept in the ruins of that evil +fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade +once more brought it forth to curse mankind. + +Early in July the newspapers oddly supplement Blake's entries, though in so +brief and casual a way that only the diary has called general attention to their +contribution. It appears that a new fear had been growing on Federal Hill since a +stranger had entered the dreaded church. The Italians whispered of +unaccustomed stirrings and bumpings and scrapings in the dark windowless +steeple, and called on their priests to banish an entity which haunted their +dreams. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were +dark enough to venture forth. Press items mentioned the longstanding local +superstitions, but failed to shed much light on the earlier background of the +horror. It was obvious that the young reporters of today are no antiquarians. In +writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, +and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing +what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. At the +same time, however, he displays the dangerous extent of his fascination, and +admits a morbid longing- pervading even his dreams- to visit the accursed tower +and gaze again into the cosmic secrets of the glowing stone. + +Then something in the Journal on the morning of 17 July threw the diarist into a +veritable fever of horror. It was only a variant of the other half-humorous items +about the Federal hill restlessness, but to Blake it was somehow very terrible +indeed. In the night a thunderstorm had put the city's lighting-system out of +commission for a full hour, and in that black interval the Italians had nearly gone +mad with fright. Those living near the dreaded church had sworn that the thing +in the steeple had taken advantage of the street lamps' absence and gone down +into the body of the church, flopping and bumping around in a viscous, +altogether dreadful way. Towards the last it had bumped up to the tower, where +there were sounds of the shattering of glass. It could go wherever the darkness +reached, but light would always send it fleeing. + +When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the +tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louvre- +boarded windows was too much for the thing. It had bumped and slithered up +into its tenebrous steeple just in time- for a long dose of light would have sent it +back into the abyss whence the crazy stranger had called it. During the dark hour +praying crowds had clustered round the church in the rain with lighted candles +and lamps somehow shielded with folded paper and umbrellas- a guard of light +to save the city from the nightmare that stalks in darkness. Once, those nearest +the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. + + + + +But even this was not the worst. That evening in the Bulletin Blake read of what +the reporters had found. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the +scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into +the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. They found +the dust of the vestibule and of the spectral nave ploughed up in a singular way, +with pits of rotted cushions and satin pew-linings scattered curiously around. +There was a bad odour everywhere, and here and there were bits of yellow stain +and patches of what looked like charring. Opening the door to the tower, and +pausing a moment at the suspicion of a scraping sound above, they found the +narrow spiral stairs wiped roughly clean. + +In the tower itself a similarly half-swept condition existed. They spoke of the +heptagonal stone pillar, the overturned Gothic chairs, and the bizarre plaster +images; though strangely enough the metal box and the old mutilated skeleton +were not mentioned. What disturbed Blake the most- except for the hints of +stains and charring and bad odours- was the final detail that explained the +crashing glass. Every one of the tower's lancet windows was broken, and two of +them had been darkened in a crude and hurried way by the stuffing of satin +pew-linings and cushion-horsehair into the spaces between the slanting exterior +louvre-boards. More satin fragments and bunches of horsehair lay scattered +around the newly swept floor, as if someone had been interrupted in the act of +restoring the tower to the absolute blackness of its tightly curtained days. + +Yellowish stains and charred patches were found on the ladder to the +windowless spire, but when a reporter climbed up, opened the horizontally- +sliding trap-door and shot a feeble flashlight beam into the black and strangely +foetid space, he saw nothing but darkness, and a heterogeneous litter of +shapeless fragments near the aperture. The verdict, of course, was charlatanry. +Somebody had played a joke on the superstitious hill-dwellers, or else some +fanatic had striven to bolster up their fears for their own supposed good. Or +perhaps some of the younger and more sophisticated dwellers had staged an +elaborate hoax on the outside world. There was an amusing aftermath when the +police sent an officer to verify the reports. Three men in succession found ways +of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned +very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. + +From this point onwards Blake's diary shows a mounting tide of insidious horror +and nervous apprehension. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and +speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. It had +been verified that on three occasions- during thunderstorms- he telephoned the +electric light company in a frantic vein and asked that desperate precautions +against a lapse of power be taken. Now and then his entries show concern over +the failure of the reporters to find the metal box and stone, and the strangely + + + + +marred old skeleton, when they explored the shadowy tower room. He assumed +that these things had been removed- whither, and by whom or what, he could +only guess. But his worst fears concerned himself, and the kind of unholy +rapport he felt to exist between his mind and that lurking horror in the distant +steeple- that monstrous thing of night which his rashness had called out of the +ultimate black spaces. He seemed to feel a constant tugging at his will, and +callers of that period remember how he would sit abstractedly at his desk and +stare out of the west window at that far-off spire-bristling mound beyond the +swirling smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously on certain terrible +dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy rapport in his sleep. There is +mention of a night when he awakened to find himself fully dressed, outdoors, +and headed automatically down College Hill towards the west. Again and again +he dwells on the fact that the thing in the steeple knows where to find him. + +The week following 30 July is recalled as the time of Blake's partial breakdown. +He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Visitors remarked the +cords he kept near his bed, and he said that sleep-walking had forced him to +bind his ankles every night with knots which would probably hold or else waken +him with the labour of untying. In his diary he told of the hideous experience +which had brought the collapse. After retiring on the night of the 30th, he had +suddenly found himself groping about in an almost black space. All he could see +were short, faint, horizontal streaks of bluish light, but he could smell an +overpowering foetor and hear a curious jumble of soft, furtive sounds above him. +Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would +come a sort of answering sound from above- a vague stirring, mixed with the +cautious sliding of wood on wood. + +Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst +later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and +fumbling his uncertain way upwards towards some region of intenser stench +where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic +range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the +picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of +an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate +Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, +encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled +by the thin monotonous piping of a demoniac flute held in nameless paws. + +Then a sharp report from the outer world broke through his stupor and roused +him to the unutterable horror of his position. What it was, he never knew- +perhaps it was some belated peal from the fireworks heard all summer on +Federal Hill as the dwellers hail their various patron saints, or the saints of their +native villages in Italy. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from + + + + +the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost +lightless chamber that encompassed him. + +He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral +staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn. There was a nightmare +flight through a vast cobw ebbed nave whose ghostly arches readied up to realms +of leering shadow, a sightless scramble through a littered basement, a climb to +regions of air and street lights outside, and a mad racing down a spectral hill of +gibbering gables, across a grim, silent city of tall black towers, and up the steep +eastward precipice to his own ancient door. + +On regaining consciousness in the morning he found himself lying on his study +floor fully dressed. Dirt and cobwebs covered him, and every inch of his body +seemed sore and bruised. When he faced the mirror he saw that his hair was +badly scorched while a trace of strange evil odour seemed to cling to his upper +outer clothing. It was then that his nerves broke down. Thereafter, lounging +exhaustedly about in a dressing-gown, he did little but stare from his west +window, shiver at the threat of thunder, and make wild entries in his diary. + +The great storm broke just before midnight on 8 August. Lightning struck +repeatedly in all parts of the city, and two remarkable fireballs were reported. +The rain was torrential, while a constant fusillade of thunder brought +sleeplessness to thousands. Blake was utterly frantic in his fear for the lighting +system, and tried to telephone the company around 1 A.M. though by that time +service had been temporarily cut off in the interests of safety. He recorded +everything in his diary- the large, nervous, and often undecipherable, +hieroglyphs telling their own story of growing frenzy and despair, and of entries +scrawled blindly in the dark. + +He had to keep the house dark in order to see out of the window, and it appears +that most of his time was spent at his desk, peering anxiously through the rain +across the glistening miles of downtown roofs at the constellation of distant +lights marking Federal Hill. Now and then he would fumblingly make an entry +in his diary, so that detached phrases such as "The lights must not go"; "It knows +where I am"; "I must destroy it"; and "it is calling to me, but perhaps it means no +injury this time"; are found scattered down two of the pages. + +Then the lights went out all over the city. It happened at 2.12 A.M. according to +power-house records, but Blake's diary gives no indication of the time. The entry +is merely, "Lights out- God help me." On Federal Hill there were watchers as +anxious as he, and rain-soaked knots of men paraded the square and alleys +around the evil church with umbrella-shaded candles, electric flashlights, oil +lanterns, crucifixes, and obscure charms of the many sorts common to southern + + + + +Italy. They blessed each flash of lightning, and made cryptical signs of fear with +their right hands when a turn in the storm caused the flashes to lessen and finally +to cease altogether. A rising wind blew out most of the candles, so that the scene +grew threatening dark. Someone roused Father Merluzzo of Spirito Santo +Church, and he hastened to the dismal square to pronounce whatever helpful +syllables he could. Of the restless and curious sounds in the blackened tower, +there could be no doubt whatever. + +For what happened at 2.35 we have the testimony of the priest, a young, +intelligent, and well-educated person; of Patrolman William J. Monohan of the +Central Station, an officer of the highest reliability who had paused at that part of +his beat to inspect the crowd; and of most of the seventy-eight men who had +gathered around the church's high bank wall- especially those in the square +where the eastward fagade was visible. Of course there was nothing which can +be proved as being outside the order of Nature. The possible causes of such an +event are many. No one can speak with certainty of the obscure chemical +processes arising in a vast, ancient, ill-aired, and long-deserted building of +heterogeneous contents. Mephitic vapours- spontaneous combustion- pressure of +gases born of long decay- any one of numberless phenomena might be +responsible. And then, of course, the factor of conscious charlatanry can by no +means be excluded. The thing was really quite simple in itself, and covered less +than three minutes of actual time. Father Merluzzo, always a precise man, looked +at his watch repeatedly. + +It started with a definite swelling of the dull fumbling sounds inside the black +tower. There had for some time been a vague exhalation of strange, evil odours +from the church, and this had now become emphatic and offensive. Then at last +there was a sound of splintering wood and a large, heavy object crashed down in +the yard beneath the frowning easterly fagade. The tower was invisible now that +the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew +that it was the smoke-grimed louvre-boarding of that tower's east window. + +Immediately afterwards an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from the +unseen heights, choking and sickening the trembling watchers, and almost +prostrating those in the square. At the same time the air trembled with a +vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent +than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping +umbrellas from the crowd. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless +night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great +spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky- something like a +formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteorlike speed towards the east. + + + + +That was all. The watchers were half numbed with fright, awe, and discomfort, +and scarcely knew what to do, or whether to do anything at all. Not knowing +what had happened, they did not relax their vigil; and a moment later they sent +up a prayer as a sharp flash of belated lightning, followed by an earsplitting +crash of sound, rent the flooded heavens. Half an hour later the rain stopped, +and in fifteen minutes more the street lights sprang on again, sending the weary, +bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. + +The next day's papers gave these matters minor mention in connection with the +general storm reports. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening +explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more +tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise +noticed. The phenomenon was most marked over College Hill, where the crash +awakened all the sleeping inhabitants and led to a bewildered round of +speculations. Of those who were already awake only a few saw the anomalous +blaze of light near the top of the hill, or noticed the inexplicable upward rush of +air which almost stripped the leaves from the trees and blasted the plants in the +gardens. It was agreed that the lone, sudden lightning-bolt must have struck +somewhere in this neighbourhood, though no trace of its striking could +afterwards be found. A youth in the Tau Omega fraternity house thought he saw +a grotesque and hideous mass of smoke in the air just as the preliminary flash +burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few observers, +however, agree as to the violent gust from the west and the flood of intolerable +stench which preceded the belated stroke, whilst evidence concerning the +momentary burned odour after the stroke is equally general. + +These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connection +with the death of Robert Blake. Students in the Psi Delta house, whose upper rear +windows looked into Blake's study, noticed the blurred white face at the +westward window on the morning of the ninth, and wondered what was wrong +with the expression. When they saw the same face in the same position that +evening, they felt worried, and watched for the lights to come up in his +apartment. Later they rang the bell of the darkened flat, and finally had a +policeman force the door. + +The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the +intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright +on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Shortly afterwards +the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window +reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as +the cause of death. The hideous expression he ignored altogether, deeming it a +not improbable result of the profound shock as experienced by a person of such +abnormal imagination and unbalanced emotions. He deduced these latter + + + + +qualities from the books, paintings, and manuscripts found in the apartment, and +from the bhndly scrawled entries in the diary on the desk. Blake had prolonged +his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found +clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand. + +The entries after the failure of the lights were highly disjointed, and legible only +in part. From them certain investigators have drawn conclusions differing +greatly from the materialistic official verdict, but such speculations have little +chance for belief among the conservative. The case of these imaginative theorists +has not been helped by the action of superstitious Doctor Dexter, who threw the +curious box and angled stone- an object certainly self-luminous as seen in the +black windowless steeple where it was found- into the deepest channel of +Narragansett Bay. Excessive imagination and neurotic unbalance on Blake's part, +aggravated by knowledge of the evil bygone cult whose startling traces he had +uncovered, form the dominant interpretation given those final frenzied jottings. +These are the entries- or all that can be made of them: + +Lights still out- must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. +Yaddith grant it will keep up!... Some influence seems beating through it... Rain +and thunder and wind deafen. . . The thing is taking hold of my mind. . . + +Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other +galaxies. . . Dark. . . The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light. . . + +It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be +retinal impression left by flashes. Heaven grant the Italians are out with their +candles if the lightning stops! + +What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and +shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more +distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets. . . + +The long, winging flight through the void. . . cannot cross the universe of light . . . +re-created by the thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron. . . send it +through the horrible abysses of radiance. . . + +My name is Blake- Robert Harrison Blake of 620 East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, +Wisconsin. . . I am on this planet. . . + +Azathoth have mercy!- the lightning no longer flashes- horrible- I can see +everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight- light is dark and dark is +light. . . those people on the hill. . . guard. . . candles and charms. . . their priests. . . + + + + +Sense of distance gone -far is near and near is far. No light - no glass - see that +steeple - that tower - window - can hear - Roderick Usher - am mad or going mad +- the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower. + +I am it and it is I - I want to get out... must get out and unify the forces... it +knows where I am. . . + +I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odour... +senses transfigured. . . boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way. . . +Ia...ngai...ygg... + +I see it - coming here - hell-wind - titan blue - black wing - Yog Sothoth save me - +the three-lobed burning eye. . . + + + + +The Horror at Red Hook + +Written in August of 1925 + +Published in September of 1926 in Weird Tales + + +Not many weeks ago, on a street corner in the village of Pascoag, Rhode Island, a +tall, heavily built, and wholesome-looking pedestrian furnished much +speculation by a singular lapse of behaviour. He had, it appears, been +descending the hill by the road from Chepachet; and encountering the compact +section, had turned to his left into the main thoroughfare where several modest +business blocks convey a touch of the urban. At this point, without visible +provocation, he committed his astonishing lapse; staring queerly for a second at +the tallest of the buildings before him, and then, with a series of terrified, +hysterical shrieks, breaking into a frantic run which ended in a stumble and fall +at the next crossing. Picked up and dusted off by ready hands, he was found to +be conscious, organically unhurt, and evidently cured of his sudden nervous +attack. He muttered some shamefaced explanations involving a strain he had +undergone, and with downcast glance turned back up the Chepachet road, +trudging out of sight without once looking behind him. It was a strange incident +to befall so large, robust, normal-featured, and capable-looking a man, and the +strangeness was not lessened by the remarks of a bystander who had recognised +him as the boarder of a well-known dairyman on the outskirts of Chepachet. + +He was, it developed, a New York police detective named Thomas F. Malone, +now on a long leave of absence under medical treatment after some +disproportionately arduous work on a gruesome local case which accident had +made dramatic. There had been a collapse of several old brick buildings during a +raid in which he had shared, and something about the wholesale loss of life, both +of prisoners and of his companions, had peculiarly appalled him. As a result, he +had acquired an acute and anomalous horror of any buildings even remotely +suggesting the ones which had fallen in, so that in the end mental specialists +forbade him the sight of such things for an indefinite period. A police surgeon +with relatives in Chepachet had put forward that quaint hamlet of wooden +colonial houses as an ideal spot for the psychological convalescence; and thither +the sufferer had gone, promising never to venture among the brick-lined streets +of larger villages till duly advised by the Woonsocket specialist with whom he +was put in touch. This walk to Pascoag for magazines had been a mistake, and +the patient had paid in fright, bruises, and humiliation for his disobedience. + + + + +So much the gossips of Chepachet and Pascoag knew; and so much, also, the +most learned specialists believed. But Malone had at first told the specialists +much more, ceasing only when he saw that utter incredulity was his portion. +Thereafter he held his peace, protesting not at all when it was generally agreed +that the collapse of certain squalid brick houses in the Red Hook section of +Brooklyn, and the consequent death of many brave officers, had unseated his +nervous equilibrium. He had worked too hard, all said, it trying to clean up those +nests of disorder and violence; certain features were shocking enough, in all +conscience, and the unexpected tragedy was the last straw. This was a simple +explanation which everyone could understand, and because Malone was not a +simple person he perceived that he had better let it suffice. To hint to +unimaginative people of a horror beyond all human conception - a horror of +houses and blocks and cities leprous and cancerous with evil dragged from elder +worlds - would be merely to invite a padded cell instead of a restful rustication, +and Malone was a man of sense despite his mysticism. He had the Celt's far +vision of weird and hidden things, but the logician's quick eye for the outwardly +unconvincing; an amalgam which had led him far afield in the forty-two years of +his life, and set him in strange places for a Dublin University man born in a +Georgian villa near Phoenix Park. + +And now, as he reviewed the things he had seen and felt and apprehended, +Malone was content to keep unshared the secret of what could reduce a +dauntless fighter to a quivering neurotic; what could make old brick slums and +seas of dark, subtle faces a thing of nightmare and eldritch portent. It would not +be the first time his sensations had been forced to bide uninterpreted - for was +not his very act of plunging into the polyglot abyss of New York's underworld a +freak beyond sensible explanation? What could he tell the prosaic of the antique +witcheries and grotesque marvels discernible to sensitive eyes amidst the poison +cauldron where all the varied dregs of unwholesome ages mix their venom and +perpetuate their obscene terrors? He had seen the hellish green flame of secret +wonder in this blatant, evasive welter of outward greed and inward blasphemy, +and had smiled gently when all the New-Yorkers he knew scoffed at his +experiment in police work. They had been very witty and cynical, deriding his +fantastic pursuit of unknowable mysteries and assuring him that in these days +New York held nothing but cheapness and vulgarity. One of them had wagered +him a heavy sum that he could not - despite many poignant things to his credit in +the Dublin Review - even write a truly interesting story of New York low life; +and now, looking back, he perceived that cosmic irony had justified the +prophet's words while secretly confuting their flippant meaning. The horror, as +glimpsed at last, could not make a story - for like the book cited by Poe's +Germany authority, 'es lasst sich nicht lesen - it does not permit itself to be read.' + + +To Malone the sense of latent mystery in existence was always present. In youth +he had felt the hidden beauty and ecstasy of things, and had been a poet; but +poverty and sorrow and exile had turned his gaze in darker directions, and he +had thrilled at the imputations of evil in the world around. Daily life had fur him +come to be a phantasmagoria of macabre shadow-studies; now glittering and +leering with concealed rottenness as in Beardsley's best manner, now hinting +terrors behind the commonest shapes and objects as in the subtler and less +obvious work of Gustave Dore. He would often regard it as merciful that most +persons of high Intelligence jeer at the inmost mysteries; for, he argued, if +superior minds were ever placed in fullest contact with the secrets preserved by +ancient and lowly cults, the resultant abnormalities would soon not only wreck +the world, but threaten the very integrity of the universe. All this reflection was +no doubt morbid, but keen logic and a deep sense of humour ably offset it. +Malone was satisfied to let his notions remain as half-spied and forbidden +visions to be lightly played with; and hysteria came only when duty flung him +into a hell of revelation too sudden and insidious to escape. + +He had for some time been detailed to the Butler Street station in Brooklyn when +the Red Hook matter came to his notice. Red Hook is a maze of hybrid squalor +near the ancient waterfront opposite Governor's Island, with dirty highways +climbing the hill from the wharves to that higher ground where the decayed +lengths of Clinton and Court Streets lead off toward the Borough Hall. Its houses +are mostly of brick, dating from the first quarter to the middle of the nineteenth +century, and some of the obscurer alleys and byways have that alluring antique +flavour which conventional reading leads us to call 'Dickensian'. The population +is a hopeless tangle and enigma; Syrian, Spanish, Italian, and Negro elements +impinging upon one another, and fragments of Scandinavian and American belts +lying not far distant. It is a babel of sound and filth, and sends out strange cries +to answer the lapping oily waves at its grimy piers and the monstrous organ +litanies of the harbour whistles. Here long ago a brighter picture dwelt, with +clear-eyed mariners on the lower streets and homes of taste and substance where +the larger houses line the hill. One can trace the relics of this former happiness in +the trim shapes of the buildings, the occasional graceful churches, and the +evidences of original art and background in bits of detail here and there - a worn +flight of steps, a battered doorway, a wormy pair of decorative columns or +pilasters, or a fragment of once green space with bent and rusted iron railing. The +houses are generally in solid blocks, and now and then a many-windowed +cupola arises to tell of days when the households of captains and ship-owners +watched the sea. + +From this tangle of material and spiritual putrescence the blasphemies of an +hundred dialects assail the sky. Hordes of prowlers reel shouting and singing +along the lanes and thoroughfares, occasional furtive hands suddenly extinguish + + + + +lights and pull down curtains, and swarthy, sin-pitted faces disappear from +windows when visitors pick their way through. Policemen despair of order or +reform, and seek rather to erect barriers protecting the outside world from the +contagion. The clang of the patrol is answered by a kind of spectral silence, and +such prisoners as are taken are never communicative. Visible offences are as +varied as the local dialects, and run the gamut from the smuggling of rum and +prohibited aliens through diverse stages of lawlessness and obscure vice to +murder and mutilation in their most abhorrent guises. That these visible affairs +are not more frequent is not to the neighbourhood's credit, unless the power of +concealment be an art demanding credit. More people enter Red Hook than leave +it - or at least, than leave it by the landward side - and those who are not +loquacious are the likeliest to leave. + +Malone found in this state of things a faint stench of secrets more terrible than +any of the sins denounced by citizens and bemoaned by priests and +philanthropists. He was conscious, as one who united imagination with scientific +knowledge, that modern people under lawless conditions tend uncannily to +repeat the darkest instinctive patterns of primitive half- ape savagery in their +daily life and ritual observances; and he had often viewed with an +anthropologist's shudder the chanting, cursing processions of blear-eyed and +pockmarked young men which wound their way along in the dark small hours +of morning. One saw groups of these youths incessantly; sometimes in leering +vigils on street corners, sometimes in doorways playing eerily on cheap +instruments of music, sometimes in stupefied dozes or indecent dialogues +around cafeteria tables near Borough Hall, and sometimes in whispering +converse around dingy taxicabs drawn up at the high stoops of crumbling and +closely shuttered old houses. They chilled and fascinated him more than he +dared confess to his associates on the force, for he seemed to see in them some +monstrous thread of secret continuity; some fiendish, cryptical, and ancient +pattern utterly beyond and below the sordid mass of facts and habits and haunts +listed with such conscientious technical care by the police. They must be, he felt +inwardly, the heirs of some shocking and primordial tradition; the sharers of +debased and broken scraps from cults and ceremonies older than mankind. Their +coherence and definiteness suggested it, and it shewed in the singular suspicion +of order which lurked beneath their squalid disorder. He had not read in vain +such treatises as Miss Murray's Witch-Cult in Western Europe; and knew that up +to recent years there had certainly survived among peasants and furtive folk a +frightful and clandestine system of assemblies and orgies descended from dark +religions antedating the Aryan world, and appearing in popular legends as Black +Masses and Witches' Sabbaths. That these hellish vestiges of old Turanian- +Asiatic magic and fertility cults were even now wholly dead he could not for a +moment suppose, and he frequently wondered how much older and how much +blacker than the very worst of the muttered tales some of them might really be. + + + + + +It was the case of Robert Suydam which took Malone to the heart of things in +Red Hook. Suydam was a lettered recluse of ancient Dutch family, possessed +originally of barely independent means, and inhabiting the spacious but ill- +preserved mansion which his grandfather had built in Flatbush when that village +was little more than a pleasant group of colonial cottages surrounding the +steepled and ivy-clad Reformed Church with its iron-railed yard of +Netherlandish gravestones. In his lonely house, set back from Martense Street +amidst a yard of venerable trees, Suydam had read and brooded for some six +decades except for a period a generation before, when he had sailed for the old +world and remained there out of sight for eight years. He could afford no +servants, and would admit but few visitors to his absolute solitude; eschewing +close friendships and receiving his rare acquaintances in one of the three ground- +floor rooms which he kept in order - a vast, high-ceiled library whose walls were +solidly packed with tattered books of ponderous, archaic, and vaguely repellent +aspect. The growth of the town and its final absorption in the Brooklyn district +had meant nothing to Suydam, and he had come to mean less and less to the +town. Elderly people still pointed him out on the streets, but to most of the recent +population he was merely a queer, corpulent old fellow whose unkempt white +hair, stubbly beard, shiny black clothes, and gold-headed cane earned him an +amused glance and nothing more. Malone did not know him by sight till duty +called him to the case, but had heard of him indirectly as a really profound +authority on mediaeval superstition, and had once idly meant to look up an out- +of-print pamphlet of his on the Kabbalah and the Faustus legend, which a friend +had quoted from memory. + +Suydam became a case when his distant and only relatives sought court +pronouncements on his sanity. Their action seemed sudden to the outside world, +but was really undertaken only after prolonged observation and sorrowful +debate. It was based on certain odd changes in his speech and habits; wild +references to impending wonders, and unaccountable hauntings of disreputable +Brooklyn neighbourhoods. He had been growing shabbier and shabbier with the +years, and now prowled about like a veritable mendicant; seen occasionally by +humiliated friends in subway stations, or loitering on the benches around +Borough Hall in conversation with groups of swarthy, evil-looking strangers. +When he spoke it was to babble of unlimited powers almost within his grasp, +and to repeat with knowing leers such mystical words or names as 'Sephiroth', +'Ashmodai', and 'Samael'. The court action revealed that he was using up his +income and wasting his principal in the purchase of curious tomes imported +from London and Paris, and in the maintenance of a squalid basement flat in the +Red Hook district where he spent nearly every night, receiving odd delegations +of mixed rowdies and foreigners, and apparently conducting some kind of + + + + +ceremonial service behind the green bHnds of secretive windows. Detectives +assigned to follow him reported strange cries and chants and prancing of feet +filtering out from these nocturnal rites, and shuddered at their peculiar ecstasy +and abandon despite the commonness of weird orgies in that sodden section. +When, however, the matter came to a hearing, Suydam managed to preserve his +liberty. Before the judge his manner grew urbane and reasonable, and he freely +admitted the queerness of demeanour and extravagant cast of language into +which he had fallen through excessive devotion to study and research. He was, +he said, engaged in the investigation of certain details of European tradition +which required the closest contact with foreign groups and their songs and folk +dances. The notion that any low secret society was preying upon him, as hinted +by his relatives, was obviously absurd; and shewed how sadly limited was their +understanding of him and his work. Triumphing with his calm explanations, he +was suffered to depart unhindered; and the paid detectives of the Suydams, +Corlears, and Van Brunts were withdrawn in resigned disgust. + +It was here that an alliance of Federal inspectors and police, Malone with them, +entered the case. The law had watched the Suydam action with interest, and had +in many instances been called upon to aid the private detectives. In this work it +developed that Suydam's new associates were among the blackest and most +vicious criminals of Red Hook's devious lanes, and that at least a third of them +were known and repeated offenders in the matter of thievery, disorder, and the +importation of illegal immigrants. Indeed, it would not have been too much to +say that the old scholar's particular circle coincided almost perfectly with the +worst of the organized cliques which smuggled ashore certain nameless and +unclassified Asian dregs wisely turned back by Ellis Island. In the teeming +rookeries of Parker Place - since renamed - where Suydam had his basement flat, +there had grown up a very unusual colony of unclassified slant-eyed folk who +used the Arabic alphabet but were eloquently repudiated by the great mass of +Syrians in and around Atlantic Avenue. They could all have been deported for +lack of credentials, but legalism is slow-moving, and one does not disturb Red +Hook unless publicity forces one to. + +These creatures attended a tumbledown stone church, used Wednesdays as a +dance-hall, which reared its Gothic buttresses near the vilest part of the +waterfront. It was nominally Catholic; but priests throughout Brooklyn denied +the place all standing and authenticity, and policemen agreed with them when +they listened to the noises it emitted at night. Malone used to fancy he heard +terrible cracked bass notes from a hidden organ far underground when the +church stood empty and unlighted, whilst all observers dreaded the shrieking +and drumming which accompanied the visible services. Suydam, when +questioned, said he thought the ritual was some remnant of Nestorian +Christianity tinctured with the Shamanism of Thibet. Most of the people, he + + + + +conjectured, were of Mongoloid stock, originating somewhere in or near +Kurdistan - and Malone could not help recalling that Kurdistan is the land of the +Yezidis, last survivors of the Persian devil-worshippers. However this may have +been, the stir of the Suydam investigation made it certain that these unauthorised +newcomers were flooding Red Hook in increasing numbers; entering through +some marine conspiracy unreached by revenue officers and harbour police, +overrunning Parker Place and rapidly spreading up the hill, and welcomed with +curious fraternalism by the other assorted denizens of the region. Their squat +figures and characteristic squinting physiognomies, grotesquely combined with +flashy American clothing, appeared more and more numerously among the +loafers and nomad gangsters of the Borough Hall section; till at length it was +deemed necessary to compute their numbers, ascertain their sources and +occupations, and find if possible a way to round them up and deliver them to the +proper immigration authorities. To this task Malone was assigned by agreement +of Federal and city forces, and as he commenced his canvass of Red Hook he felt +poised upon the brink of nameless terrors, with the shabby, unkempt figure of +Robert Suydam as arch-fiend and adversary. + + +Police methods are varied and ingenious. Malone, through unostentatious +rambles, carefully casual conversations, well-timed offers of hip-pocket liquor, +and judicious dialogues with frightened prisoners, learned many isolated facts +about the movement whose aspect had become so menacing. The newcomers +were indeed Kurds, but of a dialect obscure and puzzling to exact philology. +Such of them as worked lived mostly as dock-hands and unlicenced pedlars, +though frequently serving in Greek restaurants and tending corner news stands. +Most of them, however, had no visible means of support; and were obviously +connected with underworld pursuits, of which smuggling and 'bootlegging' +were the least indescribable. They had come in steamships, apparently tramp +freighters, and had been unloaded by stealth on moonless nights in rowboats +which stole under a certain wharf and followed a hidden canal to a secret +subterranean pool beneath a house. This wharf, canal, and house Malone could +not locate, for the memories of his informants were exceedingly confused, while +their speech was to a great extent beyond even the ablest interpreters; nor could +he gain any real data on the reasons for their systematic importation. They were +reticent about the exact spot from which they had come, and were never +sufficiently off guard to reveal the agencies which had sought them out and +directed their course. Indeed, they developed something like acute fright when +asked the reasons for their presence. Gangsters of other breeds were equally +taciturn, and she most that could be gathered was that some god or great +priesthood had promised them unheard-of powers and supernatural glories and +rulerships in a strange land. + + + + +The attendance of both newcomers and old gangsters at Suydam's closely +guarded nocturnal meetings was very regular, and the police soon learned that +the erstwhile recluse had leased additional flats to accommodate such guests as +knew his password; at last occupying three entire houses and permanently +harbouring many of his queer companions. He spent but little time now at his +Flatbush home, apparently going and coming only to obtain and return books; +and his face and manner had attained an appalling pitch of wildness. Malone +twice interviewed him, but was each time brusquely repulsed. He knew nothing, +he said, of any mysterious plots or movements; and had no idea how the Kurds +could have entered or what they wanted. His business was to study undisturbed +the folklore of all the immigrants of the district; a business with which policemen +had no legitimate concern. Malone mentioned his admiration for Suydam's old +brochure on the Kabbalah and other myths, but the old man's softening was only +momentary. He sensed an intrusion, and rebuffed his visitor in no uncertain +way; till Malone withdrew disgusted, and turned to other channels of +information. + +What Malone would have unearthed could he have worked continuously on the +case, we shall never know. As it was, a stupid conflict between city and Federal +authority suspended the investigations for several months, during which the +detective was busy with other assignments. But at no time did he lose interest, or +fail to stand amazed at what began to happen to Robert Suydam. Just at the time +when a wave of kidnappings and disappearances spread its excitement over +New York, the unkempt scholar embarked upon a metamorphosis as startling as +it was absurd. One day he was seen near Borough Hall with clean-shaved face, +well-trimmed hair, and tastefully immaculate attire, and on every day thereafter +some obscure improvement was noticed in him. He maintained his new +fastidiousness without interruption, added to it an unwonted sparkle of eye and +crispness of speech, and began little by little to shed the corpulence which had so +long deformed him. Now frequently taken for less than his age, he acquired an +elasticity of step and buoyancy of demeanour to match the new tradition, and +shewed a curious darkening of the hair which somehow did not suggest dye. As +the months passed, he commenced to dress less and less conservatively, and +finally astonished his new friends by renovating and redecorating his Flatbush +mansion, which he threw open in a series of receptions, summoning all the +acquaintances he could remember, and extending a special welcome to the fully +forgiven relatives who had so lately sought his restraint. Some attended through +curiosity, others through duty; but all were suddenly charmed by the dawning +grace and urbanity of the former hermit. He had, he asserted, accomplished most +of his allotted work; and having just inherited some property from a half- +forgotten European friend, was about to spend his remaining years in a brighter +second youth which ease, care, and diet had made possible to him. Less and less +was he seen at Red Hook, and more and more did he move in the society to + + + + +which he was born. PoHcemen noted a tendency of the gangsters to congregate at +the old stone church and dance-hall instead of at the basement flat in Parker +Place, though the latter and its recent annexes still overflowed with noxious life. + +Then two incidents occurred - wide enough apart, but both of intense interest in +the case as Malone envisaged it. One was a quiet announcement in the Eagle of +Robert Suydam's engagement to Miss Cornelia Gerritsen of Bayside, a young +woman of excellent position, and distantly related to the elderly bridegroom- +elect; whilst the other was a raid on the dance-hall church by city police, after a +report that the face of a kidnapped child had been seen for a second at one of the +basement windows. Malone had participated in this raid, and studied the place +with much care when inside. Nothing was found - in fact, the building was +entirely deserted when visited - but the sensitive Celt was vaguely disturbed by +many things about the interior. There were crudely painted panels he did not +like - panels which depicted sacred faces with peculiarly worldly and sardonic +expressions, and which occasionally took liberties that even a layman's sense of +decorum could scarcely countenance. Then, too, he did not relish the Greek +inscription on the wall above the pulpit; an ancient incantation which he had +once stumbled upon in Dublin college days, and which read, literally translated, + +'O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and +spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest +for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, +look favourably on our sacrifices!' + +When he read this he shuddered, and thought vaguely of the cracked bass organ +notes he fancied he had heard beneath the church on certain nights. He +shuddered again at the rust around the rim of a metal basin which stood on the +altar, and paused nervously when his nostrils seemed to detect a curious and +ghastly stench from somewhere in the neighbourhood. That organ memory +haunted him, and he explored the basement with particular assiduity before he +left. The place was very hateful to him; yet after all, were the blasphemous panels +and inscriptions more than mere crudities perpetrated by the ignorant? + +By the time of Suydam's wedding the kidnapping epidemic had become a +popular newspaper scandal. Most of the victims were young children of the +lowest classes, but the increasing number of disappearances had worked up a +sentiment of the strongest fury. Journals clamoured for action from the police, +and once more the Butler Street Station sent its men over Red Hook for clues, +discoveries, and criminals. Malone was glad to be on the trail again, and took +pride in a raid on one of Suydam's Parker Place houses. There, indeed, no stolen +child was found, despite the tales of screams and the red sash picked up in the +areaway; but the paintings and rough inscriptions on the peeling walls of most of + + + + +the rooms, and the primitive chemical laboratory in the attic, all helped to +convince the detective that he was on the track of something tremendous. The +paintings were appalling - hideous monsters of every shape and size, and +parodies on human outlines which cannot be described. The writing was in red, +and varied from Arabic to Greek, Roman, and Hebrew letters. Malone could not +read much of it, but what he did decipher was portentous and cabbalistic +enough. One frequently repeated motto was in a Sort of Hebraised Hellenistic +Greek, and suggested the most terrible daemon-evocations of the Alexandrian +decadence: + +'HEL • HELOYM • SOTHER • EMMANVEL • SABAOTH • AGLA • +TETRAGRAMMATON • AGYROS • OTHEOS • ISCHYROS • ATHANATOS • +lEHOVA • VA • ADONAI • SADAY • HOMOVSION • MESSIAS • +ESCHEREHEYE.' + +Circles and pentagrams loomed on every hand, and told indubitably of the +strange beliefs and aspirations of those who dwelt so squalidly here. In the cellar, +however, the strangest thing was found - a pile of genuine gold ingots covered +carelessly with a piece of burlap, and bearing upon their shining surfaces the +same weird hieroglyphics which also adorned the walls. During the raid the +police encountered only a passive resistance from the squinting Orientals that +swarmed from every door. Finding nothing relevant, they had to leave all as it +was; but the precinct captain wrote Suydam a note advising him to look closely +to the character of his tenants and proteges in view of the growing public +clamour. + + +Then came the June wedding and the great sensation. Flatbush was gay for the +hour about high noon, and pennanted motors thronged the streets near the old +Dutch church where an awning stretched from door to highway. No local event +ever surpassed the Suydam-Gerritsen nuptials in tone and scale, and the party +which escorted bride and groom to the Cunard Pier was, if not exactly the +smartest, at least a solid page from the Social Register. At five o'clock adieux +were waved, and the ponderous liner edged away from the long pier, slowly +turned its nose seaward, discarded its tug, and headed for the widening water +spaces that led to old world wonders. By night the outer harbour was cleared, +and late passengers watched the stars twinkling above an unpolluted ocean. + +Whether the tramp steamer or the scream was first to gain attention, no one can +say. Probably they were simultaneous, but it is of no use to calculate. The scream +came from the Suydam stateroom, and the sailor who broke down the door +could perhaps have told frightful things if he had not forthwith gone completely + + + + +mad - as it is, he shrieked more loudly than the first victims, and thereafter ran +simpering about the vessel till caught and put in irons. The ship's doctor who +entered the stateroom and turned on the lights a moment later did not go mad, +but told nobody what he saw till afterward, when he corresponded with Malone +in Chepachet. It was murder - strangulation - but one need not say that the claw- +mark on Mrs. Suydam's throat could not have come from her husband's or any +other human hand, or that upon the white wall there flickered for an instant in +hateful red a legend which, later copied from memory, seems to have been +nothing less than the fearsome Chaldee letters of the word 'LILITH'. One need +not mention these things because they vanished so quickly - as for Suydam, one +could at least bar others from the room until one knew what to think oneself. The +doctor has distinctly assured Malone that he did not see IT. The open porthole, +just before he turned on the lights, was clouded for a second with a certain +phosphorescence, and for a moment there seemed to echo in the night outside +the suggestion of a faint and hellish tittering; but no real outline met the eye. As +proof, the doctor points to his continued sanity. + +Then the tramp steamer claimed all attention. A boat put off, and a horde of +swart, insolent ruffians in officers' dress swarmed aboard the temporarily halted +Cunarder. They wanted Suydam or his body - they had known of his trip, and +for certain reasons were sure he would die. The captain's deck was almost a +pandemonium; for at the instant, between the doctor's report from the stateroom +and the demands of the men from the tramp, not even the wisest and gravest +seaman could think what to do. Suddenly the leader of the visiting mariners, an +Arab with a hatefully negroid mouth, pulled forth a dirty, crumpled paper and +handed it to the captain. It was signed by Robert Suydam, and bore the following +odd message. + +In case of sudden or unexplained accident or death on my part, please deliver me +or my body unquestioningly into the hands of the bearer and his associates. +Everything, for me, and perhaps for you, depends on absolute compliance. +Explanations can come later - do not fail me now. + +- ROBERT SUYDAM + +Captain and doctor looked at each other, and the latter whispered something to +the former. Finally they nodded rather helplessly and led the way to the Suydam +stateroom. The doctor directed the captain's glance away as he unlocked the +door and admitted the strange seamen, nor did he breathe easily till they filed +out with their burden after an unaccountably long period of preparation. It was +wrapped in bedding from the berths, and the doctor was glad that the outlines +were not very revealing. Somehow the men got the thing over the side and away +to their tramp steamer without uncovering it. The Cunarder started again, and + + + + +the doctor and a ship's undertaker sought out the Suydam stateroom to perform +what last services they could. Once more the physician was forced to reticence +and even to mendacity, for a hellish thing had happened. When the undertaker +asked him why he had drained off all of Mrs. Suydam's blood, he neglected to +affirm that he had not done so; nor did he point to the vacant bottle-spaces on the +rack, or to the odour in the sink which shewed the hasty disposition of the +bottles' original contents. The pockets of those men - if men they were - had +bulged damnably when they left the ship. Two hours later, and the world knew +by radio all that it ought to know of the horrible affair. + + +That same June evening, without having heard a word from the sea, Malone was +desperately busy among the alleys of Red Hook. A sudden stir seemed to +permeate the place, and as if apprised by 'grapevine telegraph' of something +singular, the denizens clustered expectantly around the dance-hall church and +the houses in Parker Place. Three children had just disappeared - blue-eyed +Norwegians from the streets toward Gowanus - and there were rumours of a +mob forming among the sturdy Vikings of that section. Malone had for weeks +been urging his colleagues to attempt a general cleanup; and at last, moved by +conditions more obvious to their common sense than the conjectures of a Dublin +dreamer, they had agreed upon a final stroke. The unrest and menace of this +evening had been the deciding factor, and just about midnight a raiding party +recruited from three stations descended upon Parker Place and its environs. +Doors were battered in, stragglers arrested, and candlelighted rooms forced to +disgorge unbelievable throngs of mixed foreigners in figured robes, mitres, and +other inexplicable devices. Much was lost in the melee, for objects were thrown +hastily down unexpected shafts, and betraying odours deadened by the sudden +kindling of pungent incense. But spattered blood was everywhere, and Malone +shuddered whenever he saw a brazier or altar from which the smoke was still +rising. + +He wanted to be in several places at once, and decided on Suydam's basement +flat only after a messenger had reported the complete emptiness of the +dilapidated dance-hall church. The flat, he thought, must hold some due to a cult +of which the occult scholar had so obviously become the centre and leader; and it +was with real expectancy that he ransacked the musty rooms, noted their +vaguely charnel odour, and examined the curious books, instruments, gold +ingots, and glass-stoppered bottles scattered carelessly here and there. Once a +lean, black-and-white cat edged between his feet and tripped him, overturning at +the same time a beaker half full of a red liquid. The shock was severe, and to this +day Malone is not certain of what he saw; but in dreams he still pictures that cat +as it scuttled away with certain monstrous alterations and peculiarities. Then + + + + +came the locked cellar door, and the search for something to break it down. A +heavy stool stood near, and its tough seat was more than enough for the antique +panels. A crack formed and enlarged, and the whole door gave way - but from +the other side; whence poured a howling tumult of ice-cold wind with all the +stenches of the bottomless pit, and whence reached a sucking force not of earth +or heaven, which, coiling sentiently about the paralysed detective, dragged him +through the aperture and down unmeasured spaces filled with whispers and +wails, and gusts of mocking laughter. + +Of course it was a dream. All the specialists have told him so, and he has nothing +to prove the contrary. Indeed, he would rather have it thus; for then the sight of +old brick slums and dark foreign faces would not eat so deeply into his soul. But +at the time it was all horribly real, and nothing can ever efface the memory of +those nighted crypts, those titan arcades, and those half-formed shapes of hell +that strode gigantically in silence holding half-eaten things whose still surviving +portions screamed for mercy or laughed with madness. Odours of incense and +corruption joined in sickening concert, and the black air was alive with the +cloudy, semi-visible bulk of shapeless elemental things with eyes. Somewhere +dark sticky water was lapping at onyx piers, and once the shivery tinkle of +raucous little bells pealed out to greet the insane titter of a naked phosphorescent +thing which swam into sight, scrambled ashore, and climbed up to squat +leeringly on a carved golden pedestal in the background. + +Avenues of limitless night seemed to radiate in every direction, till one might +fancy that here lay the root of a contagion destined to sicken and swallow cities, +and engulf nations in the foetor of hybrid pestilence. Here cosmic sin had +entered, and festered by unhallowed rites had commenced the grinning march of +death that was to rot us all to fungous abnormalities too hideous for the grave's +holding. Satan here held his Babylonish court, and in the blood of stainless +childhood the leprous limbs of phosphorescent Lilith were laved. Incubi and +succubae howled praise to Hecate, and headless moon-calves bleated to the +Magna Mater. Goats leaped to the sound of thin accursed flutes, and ^gypans +chased endlessly after misshapen fauns over rocks twisted like swollen toads. +Moloch and Ashtaroth were not absent; for in this quintessence of all damnation +the bounds of consciousness were let down, and man's fancy lay open to vistas +of every realm of horror and every forbidden dimension that evil had power to +mould. The world and Nature were helpless against such assaults from unsealed +wells of night, nor could any sign or prayer check the Walpurgis-riot of horror +which had come when a sage with the hateful key had stumbled on a horde with +the locked and brimming coffer of transmitted daemon-lore. + +Suddenly a ray of physical light shot through these phantasms, and Malone +heard the sound of oars amidst the blasphemies of things that should be dead. A + + + + +boat with a lantern in its prow darted into sight, made fast to an iron ring in the +sHmy stone pier, and vomited forth several dark men bearing a long burden +swathed in bedding. They took it to the naked phosphorescent thing on the +carved golden pedestal, and the thing tittered and pawed at the bedding. Then +they unswathed it, and propped upright before the pedestal the gangrenous +corpse of a corpulent old man with stubbly beard and unkempt white hair. The +phosphorescent thing tittered again, and the men produced bottles from their +pockets and anointed its feet with red, whilst they afterward gave the bottles to +the thing to drink from. + +All at once, from an arcaded avenue leading endlessly away, there came the +daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out +the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass. In an instant every moving +entity was electrified; and forming at once into a ceremonial procession, the +nightmare horde slithered away in quest of the sound - goat, satyr, and ^gypan, +incubus, succubus and lemur, twisted toad and shapeless elemental, dog-faced +howler and silent strutter in darkness - all led by the abominable naked +phosphorescent thing that had squatted on the carved golden throne, and that +now strode insolently bearing in its arms the glassy-eyed corpse of the corpulent +old man. The strange dark men danced in the rear, and the whole column +skipped and leaped with Dionysiac fury. Malone staggered after them a few +steps, delirious and hazy, and doubtful of his place in this or in any world. Then +he turned, faltered, and sank down on the cold damp stone, gasping and +shivering as the daemon organ croaked on, and the howling and drumming and +tinkling of the mad procession grew fainter and fainter. + +Vaguely he was conscious of chanted horrors and shocking croakings afar off. +Now and then a wail or whine of ceremonial devotion would float to him +through the black arcade, whilst eventually there rose the dreadful Greek +incantation whose text he had read above the pulpit of that dance-hall church. + +'O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs (here +a hideous howl bust forth) and spilt blood (here nameless sounds vied with +morbid shriekings) who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, +(here a whistling sigh occurred) who longest for blood and bringest terror to +mortals, (short, sharp cries from myriad throats) Gorgo, (repeated as response) +Mormo, (repeated with ecstasy) thousand-faced moon, (sighs and flute notes) +look favourably on our sacrifices!' + +As the chant closed, a general shout went up, and hissing sounds nearly +drowned the croaking of the cracked bass organ. Then a gasp as from many +throats, and a babel of barked and bleated words - 'Lilith, Great Lilith, behold the +Bridegroom!' More cries, a clamour of rioting, and the sharp, clicking footfalls of + + + + +a running figure. The footfalls approached, and Malone raised himself to his +elbow to look. + +The luminosity of the crypt, lately diminished, had now slightly increased; and +in that devil-light there appeared the fleeing form of that which should not flee +or feel or breathe - the glassy-eyed, gangrenous corpse of the corpulent old man, +now needing no support, but animated by some infernal sorcery of the rite just +closed. After it raced the naked, tittering, phosphorescent thing that belonged on +the carven pedestal, and still farther behind panted the dark men, and all the +dread crew of sentient loathsomenesses. The corpse was gaining on its pursuers, +and seemed bent on a definite object, straining with every rotting muscle toward +the carved golden pedestal, whose necromantic importance was evidently so +great. Another moment and it had reached its goal, whilst the trailing throng +laboured on with more frantic speed. But they were too late, for in one final spurt +of strength which ripped tendon from tendon and sent its noisome bulk +floundering to the floor in a state of jellyish dissolution, the staring corpse which +had been Robert Suydam achieved its object and its triumph. The push had been +tremendous, but the force had held out; and as the pusher collapsed to a muddy +blotch of corruption the pedestal he had pushed tottered, tipped, and finally +careened from its onyx base into the thick waters below, sending up a parting +gleam of carven gold as it sank heavily to undreamable gulfs of lower Tartarus. +In that instant, too, the whole scene of horror faded to nothingness before +Malone's eyes; and he fainted amidst a thunderous crash which seemed to blot +out all the evil universe. + + +Malone's dream, experienced in full before he knew of Suydam's death and +transfer at sea, was curiously supplemented by some odd realities of the case; +though that is no reason why anyone should believe it. The three old houses in +Parker Place, doubtless long rotten with decay in its most insidious form, +collapsed without visible cause while half the raiders and most of the prisoners +were inside; and of both the greater number were instantly killed. Only in the +basements and cellars was there much saving of life, and Malone was lucky to +have been deep below the house of Robert Suydam. For he really was there, as +no one is disposed to deny. They found him unconscious by the edge of a night- +black pool, with a grotesquely horrible jumble of decay and bone, identifiable +through dental work as the body of Suydam, a few feet away. The case was +plain, for it was hither that the smugglers' underground canal led; and the men +who took Suydam from the ship had brought him home. They themselves were +never found, or at least never identified; and the ship's doctor is not yet satisfied +with the simple certitudes of the police. + + + + +Suydam was evidently a leader in extensive man-smuggling operations, for the +canal to his house was but one of several subterranean channels and tunnels in +the neighbourhood. There was a tunnel from this house to a crypt beneath the +dance-hall church; a crypt accessible from the church only through a narrow +secret passage in the north wall, and in whose chambers some singular and +terrible things were discovered. The croaking organ was there, as well as a vast +arched chapel with wooden benches and a strangely figured altar. The walls +were lined with small cells, in seventeen of which - hideous to relate - solitary +prisoners in a state of complete idiocy were found chained, including four +mothers with infants of disturbingly strange appearance. These infants died soon +after exposure to the light; a circumstance which the doctors thought rather +merciful. Nobody but Malone, among those who inspected them, remembered +the sombre question of old Delrio: 'An sint unquam daemones incubi et +succubae, et an ex tali congressu proles nasci queat?' + +Before the canals were filled up they were thoroughly dredged, and yielded forth +a sensational array of sawed and split bones of all sizes. The kidnapping +epidemic, very clearly, had been traced home; though only two of the surviving +prisoners could by any legal thread be connected with it. These men are now in +prison, since they failed of conviction as accessories in the actual murders. The +carved golden pedestal or throne so often mentioned by Malone as of primary +occult importance was never brought to light, though at one place under the +Suydam house the canal was observed to sink into a well too deep for dredging. +It was choked up at the mouth and cemented over when the cellars of the new +houses were made, but Malone often speculates on what lies beneath. The police, +satisfied that they had shattered a dangerous gang of maniacs and man- +smugglers, turned over to the Federal authorities the unconvicted Kurds, who +befure their deportation were conclusively found to belong to the Yezidi clan of +devil-worshippers. The tramp ship and its crew remain an elusive mystery, +though cynical detectives are once more ready to combat its smugging and rum- +running ventures. Malone thinks these detectives shew a sadly limited +perspective in their lack of wonder at the myriad unexplainable details, and the +suggestive obscurity of the whole case; though he is just as critical of the +newspapers, which saw only a morbid sensation and gloated over a minor sadist +cult which they might have proclaimed a horror from the universe's very heart. +But he is content to rest silent in Chepachet, calming his nervous system and +praying that time may gradually transfer his terrible experience from the realm +of present reality to that of picturesque and semi-mythical remoteness. + +Robert Suydam sleeps beside his bride in Greenwood Cemetery. No funeral was +held over the strangely released bones, and relatives are grateful for the swift +oblivion which overtook the case as a whole. The scholar's connexion with the +Red Hook horrors, indeed, was never emblazoned by legal proof; since his death + + + + +forestalled the inquiry he would otherwise have faced. His own end is not much +mentioned, and the Suydams hope that posterity may recall him only as a gentle +recluse who dabbled in harmless magic and folklore. + +As for Red Hook - it is always the same. Suydam came and went; a terror +gathered and faded; but the evil spirit of darkness and squalor broods on +amongst the mongrels in the old brick houses, and prowling bands still parade +on unknown errands past windows where lights and twisted faces +unaccountably appear and disappear. Age-old horror is a hydra with a thousand +heads, and the cults of darkness are rooted in blasphemies deeper than the well +of Democritus, The soul of the beast is omnipresent and triumphant, and Red +Hook's legions of blear-eyed, pockmarked youths still chant and curse and howl +as they file from abyss to abyss, none knows whence or whither, pushed on by +blind laws of biology which they may never understand. As of old, more people +enter Red Hook than leave it on the landward side, and there are already +rumours of new canals running underground to certain centres of traffic in liquor +and less mentionable things. + +The dance-hall church is now mostly a dance-hall, and queer faces have +appeared at night at the windows. Lately a policeman expressed the belief that +the filled-up crypt has been dug out again, and for no simply explainable +purpose. Who are we to combat poisons older than history and mankind? Apes +danced in Asia to those horrors, and the cancer lurks secure and spreading +where furtiveness hides in rows of decaying brick. + +Malone does not shudder without cause - for only the other day an officer +overheard a swarthy squinting hag teaching a small child some whispered patois +in the shadow of an areaway. He listened, and thought it very strange when he +heard her repeat over and over again, + +'O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and +spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest +for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, +look favourably on our sacrifices!' + + + + +The Horror in the Museum + + +IT WAS languid curiousity which first brought Stephen Jones to Rogers' +Museum. Someone had told him about the queer underground place in +Southwark Street across the river, where waxen things so much more horrible +than the worst effigies at Madame Tussaud's were shown, and he had strolled in +one April day to see how disappointing he would find it. Oddly, he was not +disappointed. There was something different and distinctive here, after all. Of +course, the usual gory commonplaces were present-Landru, Doctor Crippen, +Madame Demers, Rizzio, Lady Jane Grey, endless maimed victims of war and +revolution, and monsters like Gilles de Rais and Marquis de Sade-but there were +other things which had made him breathe faster and stay till the ringing of the +closing bell. The man who had fashioned this collection could be no ordinary +mountebank. There was imagination-even a kind of diseased genius-in some of +this stuff. + +Later he had learned about George Rogers. The man had been on the Tussaud +staff, but some trouble had developed which led to his discharge. There were +aspersions on his sanity and tales of his crazy forms of secret worship-though +latterly his success with his own basement museum had dulled the edge of some +criticisms while sharpening the insidious point of others. Teratology and the +iconography of nightmare were his hobbies, and even he had had the prudence +to screen off some of his worst effigies in a special alcolve for adults only. It was +this alcolve which had fascinated Jones so much. There were lumpish hybrid +things which only fantasy could spawn, molded with devilish skill, and colored +in a horribly life-like fashion. + +Some were the figures of well-known myth-gorgons, chimeras, dragons, Cyclops, +and all their shuddersome congeners. Others were drawn from darker and more +furtively whispered cycles of subterranean legend-black, formless Tsathoggua, +many-tentacled Cthulhu, proboscidian Chaugnar Faugn, and other rumored +blasphemies from forbidden books like the Necronomicon, the Book of Eibon, or +the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt. But the worst were wholly original +with Rogers, and represented shapes which no tale of antiquity had ever dared +to suggest. Several were hideous parodies on forms of organic life we know, +while others seemed to be taken from feverish dreams of other planets and +galaxies. The wilder painted of Clark Ashton Smith might suggest a few-but +nothing could suggest the effect of poignant, loathsome terror created by their +great size and fiendishly cunning workmanship, and by the diabolically clever +lighting conditions under which they were exhibited. + + + + +Stephen Jones, as a leisurely connoisseur of the bizarre in art, had sought out +Rogers himself in the dingy office and workroom behind the vaulted museum +chamber-an evil-looking crypt lighted dimly by dusty windows set slit-like and +horizontal in the brick wall on a level with the ancient cobblestones of a hidden +courtyard. It was here that the images were repaired-here, too, where some of +them had been made. Waxen arms, legs, heads and torsos lay in grotesque array +on various benches, while on high tiers of shelves matted wigs, ravenous-looking +teeth, and glassy, staring eyes were indiscriminately scattered. Costumes of all +sorts hung from hooks, and in one alcove were great piles of flesh-colored wax- +cakes and shelves filled with paint-cans and brushes of every description. In the +center of the room was a large melting-furnace used to prepare the wax for +molding, its fire-box topped by a huge iron container on hinges, with a spout +which permitted the pouring of melted wax with the merest touch of a finger. + +Other things in the dismal crypt were less describable-isolated parts of +problematical entities whose assembled forms were the phantoms of delerium. +At one end was a door of heavy plank, fastened by an unusually large padlock +and with a very peculiar symbol painted over it. Jone, who had once had access +to the dreaded Necronomicon, shivered involuntarily as he recognized that +symbol. This showman, he reflected, must indeed be a person of disconcertingly +wide scholarship in dark and dubious fields. + +Nor did the conversation of Rogers disappoint him. The man was tall, lean, and +rather unkempt, with large black eyes which gazed combustively from a pallid +and usually stubble-covered face. He did not resent Jones' intrusion, but seemed +to welcome the chance of unburdening himself to an interested person. His voice +was of singular depth and resonance, and harbored a sort of repressed intensity +bordering on the feverish. Jones did not wonder that many had thought him +mad. + +With every successive call-and such calls became a habit as the weeks went by- +Jones had found Rogers more communicative and confidential. From the first +there had been hints of strange faiths and practices on the showman's part, and +later on those hints expanded into tales-despite a few odd corroborative +photographs-whose extravagence was almost comic. It was some time in June, +on a night when Jones had brought a bottle of good whisky and plied his host +somewhat freely, that the really demented talk first appeared. Before that there +had been wild enough stories-accounts of mysterious trips to Tibet, the African +interior, the Arabian desert, the Amazon valley, Alaska, and certain little-known +islands of the South Pacific, plus claims of having read such monstrous and half- +fabulous books as the prehistoric Pnakotic fragments and the Dhol chants +attributed to malign and non-human Leng-but nothing in all this had been so + + + + +unmistakably insane as what had cropped out that June evening under the spell +of the whisky. + +To be plain, Rogers began making vauge boasts of having found certain things in +nature that no one had found before, and of having brought back tangible +evidences of such discoveries. According to his bibulous harangue, he had gone +farther than anyone else in interpreting the obscure and primal books he studied, +and had been directed by them to certain remote places where strange survivals +are hidden-survivals of aeons and life-cycles earlier than mankind, and in some +case connected with other dimensions and other worlds, communication with +which was frequent in the forgotten pre-human days. Jones marvelled at the +fancy which could conjure up such notions, and wondered just what Rogers' +mental history had been. Had his work amidst the morbid grotesequeries of +Madame Tussaud's been the start of his imaginative flights, or was the tendency +innate, so that his choice of occupation was merely one of its manifestations? At +any rate, the man's work was merely [?] very closely linked with his notions. +Even now there was no mistaking the trend of his blackest hints about the +nightmare monstrosities in the screened-off "Adults only" alcove. Heedless of +ridicule, he was trying to imply that not all of these demoniac abnormalities were +artificial. + +It was Jones' frank scepticism and amusement at these irresponsible claims +which broke up the growing cordiality. Rogers, it was clear, took himself very +seriously; for he now became morose and resentful, continuing to tolerate Jones +only through a dogged urge to break down his wall of urbane and complacent +incredulity. Wild tales and suggestions of rites and sacrifices to nameless elder +gods continued, and now and then Rogers would lead his guest to one of the +hideous blashphemies in the screen-off alcolve and point out features difficult to +reconcile with even the finest human craftsmanship. Jones continued his visits +through sheer fascination, though he knew he had forfeited his host's regards. At +times he would humor Rogers with pretended assent to some mad hint or +assertion, but the gaunt showman was seldom to be deceived by such tactics. + +The tension came to a head later in September. Jones had casually dropped into +the museum one afternoon, and was wandering through the dim corridors +whose horror were now so familiar, when he heard a very peculiar sound from +the general direction of Rogers' workroom. Others heard it too, and started +nervously as the echoes reverberated through the great vaulted basement. The +three attendants exchanged odd glances; and one of them, a dark, taciturn, +foreign-looking fellow who always served Rogers as a repairer and assistant +designer, smiled in a way which seemed to puzzle his colleagues and which +grated very harshly on some facet of Jones' sensibilities. It was the yelp or scream +of a dog, and was such a sound as could be made only under conditions of the + + + + +utmost fright and agony combined. Its stark, anguised frenzy was appalling to +hear, and in this setting of grotesque abnormality it held a double hideousness. +Jones remembered that no dogs were allowed in the museum. + +He was about to go to the door leading into the workroom, when the dark +attendant stopped him with a word and a gesture. Mr. Rogers, the man said in a +soft, somewhat accented voice at once apologetic and vaguely sardonic, was out, +and there were standing orders to admit no one to the workroom during his +absence. As for that yelp, it was undoubtedly something out in the courtyard +behind the museum. This neighborhood was full of stray mongrels, and their +fights were sometimes shockingly noisy. There were no dogs in any part of the +museum. But if Mr. Jones wished to see Mr. Rogers he might find him just before +closing-time. + +After this Jones climbed the old stone steps to the street outside and examined +the squalid neighborhood curiously. The leaning, decrepit buildings-once +dwellings but now largely shops and warehouses-were very ancient indeed. +Some of them were of a gabled type seeming to go back to Tudor times, and a +faint miasmatic stench hung subtly about the whole region. Beside the dingy +house whose basement held the museum was a low archway pierced by a dark +cobbled alley, and this Jones entered in a vague wish to find the courtyard +behind the workroom and settle the affair of the dog comfortably in his mind. +The courtyard was dim in the late afternoon light, hemmed in by rear walls even +uglier and more intangibly menacing than the crumbling facades of the evil old +houses. Not a dog was in sight, and Jones wondered how the aftermath of such a +frantic turmoil could have completely vanished so soon. + +Despite the assistant's statement that no dog had been in the museum, Jones +glanced nervously at the three small windows of the basement workroom- +narrow, horizontal rectangles close to the grass-grown pavement, with grimy +panes that stared repulsively and incuriously like the eyes of dead fish. To their +left a worn flight of stairs led to an opaque and heavily bolted door. Some +impulse urged him to crouch low on the damp, broken cobblestones and peer in, +on the chance that the thick green shades, worked by long cords that hung down +to a reachable level, might not be drawn. The outer surfaces were thick with dirt, +but as he rubbed them with his handkerchief he saw there was no obscuring +curtain in the way of his vision. + +So shadowed was the cellar from the inside that not much could be made out, +but the grotesque working paraphernalia now and then loomed up spectrally as +Jones tried each of the windows in turn. It seemed evident at first that no one +was within; yet when he peered through the extreme right-hand window-the +one nearest the entrance alley-he saw a glow of light at the farther end of the + + + + +apartment which made him pause in bewilderment. There was no reason why +any hght should be there. It was an inner side of the room, and he could not +recall any gas or electric fixture near that point. Another look defined the glow as +a large vertical rectangle, and a though occurred to him. It was in that direction +that he had always noticed the heavy plank door with the abnormally large +padlock-the door which was never opened, and above which was crudely +smeared that hideous cryptic symbol from the fragmentary records of forbidden +elder magic. It must be open now-and there was a light inside. All his former +speculation as to where that door led, and as to what lay behind it, were now +renewed with trebly disquieting force. + +Jones wandered aimlessly around the dismal locality till close to six o'clock, +when he returned to the museum to make the call on Rogers. He could hardly +tell why he wished so especially to see the man just then, but there must have +been some subconscious misgivings about that terribly unplaceable canine +scream of the afternnon, and about the glow of light in that disturbing and +usually unopened inner doorway with the heavy padlock. The attendants were +leaving as he arrived, and he thought that Orabona-the dark foreign-looking +assistant-eyed him with something like sly, repressed amusement. He did not +relish that look-even though he had seen the fellow turn it on his employer +many times. + +The vaulted exhibition room was ghoulish in its desertion, but he strode quickly +through it and rapped at the door of the office and workroom. Response was +slow in coming, though there were footsteps inside. Finally, in response to a +second knock, the lock rattled, and the ancient six-panelled portal creaked +reluctantly open to reveal the slouching, feverish-eyed form of George Rogers. +From the first it was clear that the showman was in an unusual mood. There was +a curious mixture of reluctance and actual gloating in his welcome, and his talk +at once veered to extravagances of the most hideous and incredible sort. + +Surviving elder gods-nameless sacrifices-the other than artificial nature of some +of the alcove horrors-all the usual boasts, but uttered in a tone of peculiarly +increasing confidence. Obviously, Jones reflected, the poor fellow's madness was +gaining on him. From time to time Rogers would send furtive glances toward the +heavy, padlocked inner door at the end of the room, or toward a piece of coarse +burlap on the floor not far from it, beneath which some small object appeared to +be lying. Jones grew more nervous as the moments passed, and began to feel as +hesitant about mentioning the afternoon's oddities as he had formerly been +anxious to do so. + +Rogers' sepulchrally resonant bass almost cracked under the excitement of his +fevered rambling. + + + + +"Do you remember/' he shouted, "what I told you about that ruined city in Indo- +China where the Tcho-Tchos hved? You had to admit I'd been there when you +saw the photographs, even if you did think I made that oblong swimmer in +darkness out of wax. If you'd seen it writhing in the underground pools as I did. + + + +"Well, this is bigger still. I never told you about this, because I wanted to work +out the later parts before making any claim. When you see the snapshots you'll +know the geography couldn't have been faked, and I fancy I have another way of +proving It isn't any waxed concoction of mine. You've never seen it, for the +experiments wouldn't let me keep It on exhibition." + +The showman glanced queerly at the padlocked door. + +"It all comes from that long ritual in the eighth Pnakotic fragment. When I got it +figured out I saw it could only have one meaning. There were things in the north +before the land of Lomar-before mankind existed-and this was one of them. It +took us all the way to Alaska, and up the Nootak from Fort Morton, but the thing +was there as we knew it would be. Great cyclopean ruins, acres of them. There +was less left than we had hoped for, but after three million years what could one +expect? And weren't the Eskimo legends all in the right direction? We couldn't +get one of the beggars to go with us, and had to sledge all the way back to Nome +for Americans. Orabona was no good up in that climate-it made him sullen and +hateful. + +"I'll tell you later how we found It. When we got the ice blasted out of the pylons +of the central ruin the stairway was just as we knew it would be. Some carvings +still there, and it was no trouble keeping the Yankees from following us in. +Orabona shivered like a leaf-you'd never think it from the damned insolent way +he struts around here. He knew enough of the Elder Lore to be properly afraid. +The eternal light was gone, but our torches showed enough. We saw the bones of +others who had been before us-aeons ago, when the climate was warm. Some of +those bones were of things you couldn't even imagine. At the third level down +we found the ivory throne the fragments said so much about-and I may as well +tell you it wasn't empty. + +"The thing on the throne didn't move-and we knew then that It needed the +nourishment of sacrifice. But we didn't want to wake It then. Better to get It to +London first. Orabona and I went to the surface for the big box, but when we had +packed it we couldn't get It up the three flights of steps. These steps weren't +made for human beings, and their size bothered us. Anyway, it was devilish +heavy. We had to have the Americans down to get It out. They weren't anxious +to go into the place, but of course the worst thing was safely inside the box. We + + + + +told them it was a batch of ivory carving-archeological stuff; and after seeing the +carved throne they probably believed us. It's a wonder they didn't suspect +hidden treasure and demand a share. They must have told queer tales around +Nome later on; though I doubt if they ever went back to those ruins, even for the +ivory throne." + +Rogers paused, felt around in his desk, and produced an envelope of good-sized +photographic prints. Extracting one and laying it face down before him, he +handed the rest to Jones. The set was certainly an odd one: ice-clad hills, dog +sledges, men in furs, and vast tumbled ruins against a background of snow-ruins +whose bizarre outlines and enormous stone blocks could hardly be accounted +for. One flashlight view showed an incredible interior chamber with wild +carvings and a curious throne whose proportions could not have been designed +for a human occupant. The carvings of the gigantic masonry-high walls and +peculiar vaulting overhead-were mainly symbolic, and involved both wholly +unknown designs and certain hieroglyphs darkly cited in obscene legends. Over +the throne loomed the same dreadful symbol which was now painted on the +workroom wall above the padlocked plank door. Jones darted a nervous glance +at the closed portal. Assuredly, Rogers had been to strange places and had seen +strange things. Yet this mad interior picture might easily be a fraud-taken from a +very clever stage setting. One must not be too credulous. But Rogers was +continuing: + +"Well, we shipped the box from Nome and got to London without any trouble. +That was the first time we'd ever brought back anything that had a chance of +coming alive. I didn't put It on display, because there were more important +things to do for It. It needed the nourishment of sacrifice, for It was a god. Of +course I couldn't get It the sort of sacrifices which It used to have in Its day, for +such things don't exist now. But there were other things which might do. The +blood is the life, you know. Even the lemures and elementals that are older than +the earth will come when the blood of men or beasts is offered under the right +conditions." + +The expression on the narrator's face was growing very alarming and repulsive, +so that Jones fidgeted involuntarily in his chair. Rogers seemed to notice his +guest's nervousness, and continued with a distinctly evil smile. + +"It was last year that I got It, and ever since then I've been trying rites and +sacrifices. Orabona hasn't been much help, for he was always against the idea of +waking It. He hates It-probably because he's afraid of what It will come to mean. +He carries a pistol all the time to protect himself-fool, as if there were human +protection against It! If I ever see him draw that pistol, I'll strangle him. He +wanted me to kill It and make an effigy of It. But I've stuck by my plans, and I'm + + + + +coming out on top in spite of all the cowards like Orabona and damned +sniggering skeptics like you, Jones! I've chanted the rites and made certain +sacrifices, and last week the transition came. The sacrifice was-received and +enjoyed!" + +Rogers actually licked his lips, while Jones held himsef uneasily rigid. The +showman paused and rose, crossing the room to the piece of burlap at which he +had glanced so often. Bending down, he took hold of one corner as he spoke +again. + +"You've laughed enough at my work-now it's time for you to get some facts. +Orabona tells me you heard a dog screaming around here this afternoon. Do you +know what that meant?" + +Jones started. For all his curiousity he would have been glad to get out without +further light on the point which had so puzzled him. But Rogers was inexorable, +and began to lift the square of burlap. Beneath it lay a crushed, almost shapeless +mass which Jones was slow to classify. Was it a once-living thing which some +agency had flattened, sucked dry of blood, punctured in a thousand places, and +wrung into a limp, broken-boned heap of grotesqeness? After a moment Jones +realized what it must be. It was what was left of a dog-a dog, perhaps of +considerable size and whitish color. Its breed was past recognition, for distortion +had come in nameless and hideous ways. Most of the hair was burned off as by +some pungent acid, and the exposed, bloodless skin was riddled by innumerable +circular wounds or incisions. The form of torture necessary to cause such results +was past imagining. + +Electrified with a pure loathing which conquered his mounting disgust, Jones +sprang with a cry. + +"You damned sadist-you madman-you do a thing like this and dare to speak to +a decent man!" + +Rogers dropped the burlap with a malignant sneer and faced his oncoming +guest. His words held an unnatural calm. + +"Why, you fool, do you think I did this? What of it? It is not human and does not +pretend to be. To sacrifice is merely to offer. I gave the dog to It. What happened +is It's work, not mine. It needed the nourishment of the offering, and took it in Its +own way. But let me show you what It looks like." + +As Jones stood hesitating, the speaker had returned to his desk and took up the +photograph he had laid face down without showing. Now he extended it with a + + + + +curious look. Jones took it and glanced at in in an almost mechanical way. After a +moment the visitor's glance became sharper and more absorbed, for the utterly +Satanic force of the object depicted had an almost hypnotic effect. Certainly, +Rogers had outdone himself in modeling the eldritch nightmare which the +camera had caught. The thing was a work of sheer, infernal genius, and Jones +wondered how the public would react when it was placed on exhibition. So +hideous a thing had no right to exist-probably the mere contemplation of it, after +it was done, had completed the unhinging of its maker's mind and led him to +worship it with brutal sacrifices. Only a stout sanity could resist the insidious +suggestion that the blasphemy was-or had once been-some morbid and exotic +form of actual life. + +The thing in the picture squatted or was balanced on what appeared to be a +clever reproduction of the monstrously carved throne in the other curious +photograph. To describe it with any ordinary vocabulary would be impossible, +for nothing even roughly corresponding to it has ever come within the +imagination of sane mankind. It represented something meant perhaps to be +roughly connected with the vertebrates of this planet-though one could not be +too sure of that. Its bulk was cyclopean, for even squatted it towered to almost +twice the height of Orabona, who was shown beside it. Looking sharply, one +might trace its approximations toward the bodily features of the higher +vertebrates. + +There was an almost globular torso, with six long, sinuous limbs terminating in +crab-like claws. From the upper end a subsidiary globe bulged forth bubble-like; +its triangle of three staring, fishy eyes, its foot-long and evidently flexible +proboscis, and a distended lateral system analogous to gills, suggesting that it +was a head. Most of the body was covered with what at first appeared to be fur, +but which on closer examination proved to be a dense growth of dark, slender +tentacles or sucking filaments, each tipped with a mouth suggesting the head of +an asp. On the head and below the proboscis the tentacles tended to be longer +and thicker, marked with spiral stripes-suggesting the traditional serpent-locks +of Medusa. To suggest that such a thing could have an expression seems +paradoxical; yet Jones felt that that triangle of bulging fish eyes and that +obliquely poised proboscis all bespoke a blend of hate, greed and sheer cruelty +incomprehensible to mankind because it was mixed with other emotions not of +the world or this solar system. Into this bestial abnormality, he reflected, Rogers +must have poured at once all his malignant insanity and all his uncanny +sculptural genius. The thing was incredible-and yet the photograph proved that +it existed. + +Rogers interrupted his reveries. + + + + +"Well-what do you think of It? Now do you wonder what crushed the dog and +sucked it dry with a milHon mouths? It needed nourishment-and It will need +more. It is a god, and I am the first priest of Its latter-day hierarchy. la! Shub- +Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young!" + +Jones lowered the photograph in disgust and pity. + +"See here, Rogers, this won't do. There are limits, you know. It's a great piece of +work, and all that, but it isn't good for you. Better not see it any more-let +Orabona break it up, and try to forget about it. And let me tear this beastly +picture up, too." + +With a snarl, Rogers snatched the photograph and returned it to the desk. + +"Idiot-you-and you still think It's a fraud! You still think I made It, and you still +think my figures are nothing but lifeless wax! Why, damn you, you're going to +know. Not just now, for It is resting after the sacrifice-but later. Oh, yes-you will +not doubt the power of It then." + +As Rogers glanced toward the padlocked inner door Jones retrieved his hat and +stick from a near-by bench. + +"Very well, Rogers, let it be later. I must be going now, but I'll call round +tomorrow afternoon. Think my advice over and see if it doesn't sound sensible. +Ask Orabona what he thinks, too." + +Rogers bared his teeth in wild-beast fashion. + +"Must be going now, eh? Afraid, after all! Afraid, for all your bold talk! You say +the effigies are only wax, and yet you run away when I begin to prove that they +aren't. You're like the fellows who take my standing bet that they daren't spend +the night in the museum-they come boldly enough, but after an hour they shriek +and hammer to get out! Want me to ask Orabona, eh? You two-always against +me! You want to break down the coming earthly reign of It!" + +Jones preserved his calm. + +"No, Rogers-there's nobody against you. And I'm not afraid of your figures, +either, much as I admire your skill. But we're both a bit nervous tonight, and I +fancy some rest will do us good." + +Again Rogers checked his guest's departure. + + + + +"Not afraid, eh?-then why are you so anxious to go? Look here-do you or don't +you dare to stay alone here in the dark? What's your hurry if you don't beheve in +It?" + +Some new idea seemed to have struck Rogers, and Jones eyed him closely. + +"Why, I've no special hurry-but what would be gained by my staying here +alone? What would it prove? My only objection is that it isn't very comfortable +for sleeping. What good would it do either of us?" + +This time it was Jones who was struck with an idea. He continued in a tone of +conciliation. + +"See here, Rogers-I've just asked you what it would prove if I stayed, when we +both knew. It would prove that your effigies are just effigies, and that you +oughtn't to let your imagination go the way it's been going lately. Suppose I do +stay. If I stick it out till morning, will you agree to take a new view of things-go +on a vacation for three months or so and let Orabona destroy that new thing of +yours? Come, now-isn't that fair?" + +The expression on the showman's face was hard to read. It was obvious that he +was thinking quickly, and that of sundry conflicting emotions, malign triumph +was getting the upper hand. His voice held a choking quality as he replied. + +"Fair enough! If you do stick it out, I'll take your advice. We'll go out for dinner +and come back. I'll lock you in the display room and go home. In the morning I'll +come down ahead of Orabona-he comes half an hour before the rest-and see +how you are. But don't try it unless you are very sure of your skepticism. Others +have backed out-you have that chance. And I suppose a pounding on the outer +door would always bring a constable. You may not like it so well after a while- +you'U be in the same building, though not in the same room with It." + +As they left the rear door into the dingy courtyard, Rogers took with him the +piece of burlap-weighted with a gruesome burden. Near the center of the court +was a manhole, whose cover the showman lifted quietly, and with a +shuddersome suggestion of familiarity. Burlap and all, the burden went down to +the oblivion of a cloacal labyrinth. Jones shuddered, and almost shrank from the +gaunt figure at his side as they emerged into the street. + +By unspoken mutual consent, they did not dine together, but agreed to meet in +front of the museum at eleven. + +Jones hailed a cab, and breathed more freely when he had crossed Waterloo +Bridge and was approaching the brilliantly lighted Strand. He dined at a quite + + + + +cafe, and subsequently went to his home in Portland Place to bathe and get a few +things. Idly he wondered what Rogers was doing. He had heard that the man +had a vast, dismal house in the Walworth Road, full of obscure and forbidden +books, occult paraphernalia, and wax images which he did not choose to place +on exhibition. Orabona, he understood, lived in separate quarters in the same +house. + +At eleven Jones found Rogers waiting by the basement door in Southwark Street. +Their words were few, but each seemed taut with a menacing tension. They +agreed that the vaulted exhibition room alone should form the scene of the vigil, +and Rogers did not insist that the watcher sit in the special adult alcove of +supreme horrors. The showman, having extinguished all the lights with switches +in the workroom, locked the door of that crypt with one of the keys on his +crowded ring. Without shaking hands he passed out the street door, locked it +after him, and passed up the worn steps to the sidewalk outside. As his tread +receded, Jones realized that the long, tedious vigil had commenced. + + + +Later, in the utter blackness of the great arched cellar, Jones cursed the childish +naivete which had brought him there. For the first half-hour he had kept flashing +his pocket-light at intervals, but now just sitting in the dark on one of the visitor's +benches had become a more nerve-wracking thing. Every time the beam shot out +it lighted up some morbid, grotesque object-a guillotine, a nameless hybrid +monster, a pasty-bearded face crafty with evil, a body with red torrents +streaming from a severed throat. Jones knew that no sinister reality was attached +to these things, but after that first half-hour he preferred not to see them. + +Why he had bothered to humor that madman he could scarcely imagine. It +would have been much simpler merely to have let him alone, or to have called in +a mental specialist. Probably, he reflected, it was the fellow-feeling of one artist +for another. There was so much genius in Rogers that he deserved every possible +chance to be helped quietly out of his growing mania. Any man who could +imagine and construct the incredibly life-like things that he had produced was +not far from actual greatness. He had the fancy of a Sime or a Dore joined to the +minute, scientific craftsmanship of a Blatschka. Indeed, he had done for the +world of nightmare what the Blatschkas with their marvelously accurate plant +models of finely wrought and coloured glass had done for the world of botany. + +At midnight the strokes of a distant clock filtered through the darkness, and +Jones felt cheered by the message from a still-surviving outside world. The +vaulted museum chamber was like a tomb-ghastly in its utter solitude. Even a +mouse would be cheering company; yet Rogers had once boasted that-for + + + + +"certain reasons/' as he said-no mice or even insects ever came near the place. +That was very curious, yet it seemed to be true. The deadness and silence were +virtually complete. If only something would make a sound! He shuffled his feet, +and the echoes came spectrally out of the absolute stillness. He coughed, but +there was something mocking in the staccato reverberations. He could not, he +vowed, begin talking to himself. That meant nervous disintergration. Time +seemed to pass with abnormal and disconcerting slowness. He could have sworn +that hours had elapsed since he last flashed the light on his watch, yet here was +only the stroke of midnight. + +He wished that his senses were not so preternaturally keen. Something in the +darkness and stillness seemed to have sharpened them, so that they responded to +faint intimations hardly strong enough to be called true impressions. His ears +seemed at times to catch a faint, elusive susurrus which could not quite be +identified with the nocturnal hum of the squalid streets outside, and he thought +of vague, irrelevant things like the music of the spheres and the unknown, +inaccessible life of alien dimensions pressing on our own. Rogers often +speculated about such things. + +The floating specks of light in his blackness-drowned eyes seemed inclined to +take on curious symmetries of pattern and motion. He had often wondered about +those strange rays from the unplumbed abyss which scintillate before us in the +absence of all earthly illumination, but he had never known any that behaved +just as these were behaving. They lacked the restful aimlessness of ordinary +light-specks-suggesting some will and purpose remote from any terrestrial +conception. + +Then there was that suggestion of odd stirrings. Nothing was open, yet in spite +of the general draftlessness Jones felt that the air was not uniformly quiet. There +were intangible variations in pressure-not quite decided enough to suggest the +loathsome pawings of unseen elementals. It was abnormally chilly, too. He did +not like any of this. The air tested salty, as if it were mixed with the brine of dark +subterrene waters, and there was a bare hint of some odor of ineffable mustiness. +In the daytime he had never noticed that the waxen figures had an odor. Even +now that half-received hint was not the way wax figures ought to smell. It was +more like the faint smell of specimens in a natural-history museum. Curious, in +view of Rogers' claims that his figures were not all artificial-indeed, it was +probably that claim which made one's imagination conjure up the olfactory +suspicion. One must guard against excesses of imagination-had not such things +driven poor Rogers mad? + +But the utter loneliness of this place was frightful. Even the distant chimes +seemed to come from across cosmic gulfs. It made Jones think of that insane + + + + +picture which Rogers had showed him-the wildly carved chamber with the +cryptic throne which the fellow had claimed was part of a three-million-year-old +ruin in the shunned and inaccessible solitudes of the Arctic. Perhaps Rogers had +been to Alaska, but that picture was certainly nothing but stage scenery. It +couldn't normally be otherwise, with all that carving and those terrible symbols. +And that monstrous shape supposed to have been found on that throne-what a +flight of diseased fancy! Jones wondered just how far he actually was from the +insane masterpiece in wax-probably it was kept behind that heavy, padlocked +plank door leading somewhere out of the workroom. But it would never do to +brood about a waxen image. Was not the present room full of such things, some +of them scarcely less horrible than the dreadful "IT"? And beyond a thin canvas +screen on the left was the "Adults only" alcove with its nameless phantoms of +delerium. + +The proximity of the numberless waxen shapes began to get on Jones' nerves +more and more as the quarter-hours wore on. He knew the museum so well that +he could not get rid of their usual images even in the total darkness. Indeed, the +darkness had the effect of adding to the remembered images certain very +disturbing imginative overtones. The guillotine seemed to creak, and the bearded +face of Landru-slayer of his fifty wives-twisted itself into expressions of +monstrous menace. From the severed throat of Madame Demers a hideous +bubbling sound seemed to emanate, while the headless, legless victim of a trunk +murder tried to edge closer and closer on its gory stumps. Jones began shutting +his eyes to see if that would dim the images, but found it was useless. Besides, +when he shut his eyes the strange, purposeful patterns of light-specks became +more disturbingly pronounced. + +Then suddenly he began trying to keep the hideous images he had formerly been +trying to banish. He tried to keep them because they were giving place to still +more hideous ones. In spite of himself his memory began reconstructing the +utterly non-human blasphemies that lurked in the obscurer corners, and these +lumpish hybrid growths oozed and wriggled toward him as though huting him +down in a circle. Black Tsathoggua molded itself from a toad-like gargoyle to a +long, sinuous line with hundreds of rudimentary feet, and a lean, rubbery night- +gaunt spread its wings as if to advance and smother the watcher. Jones braced +himself to keep from screaming. He knew he was reverting to the traditional +terrors of his childhood, and resolved to use his adult reason to keep the +phantoms at bay. It helped a bit, he found, to flash the light again. Frightful as +were the images it showed, these were not as bad as what his fancy called out of +the utter blackness. + +But there were drawbacks. Even in the light of his torch he could not help +suspecting a slight, furtive trembling on the part of the canvas partition + + + + +screening off the terrible "Adults only" alcove. He knew what lay beyond, and +shivered. Imagination called up the shocking forms of fabulous Yog-Sothoth- +only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign +suggestiveness. What was this accursed mass slowly floating toward him and +bumping on the partition that stood in the way? A small bulge in the canvas far +to the right suggested the sharp horn of Gnoph-keh, the hairy myth-thing of the +Greenland ice, that walked sometimes on two legs, sometimes on four, and +sometimes on six. To get this stuff out of his head Jones walked boldly toward +the hellish alcove with torch burning steadily. Of course, none of his fears was +true. Yet were not the long, facial tentalces of great Cthulhu actually swaying, +slowly and insidiously? He knew they were flexible, but he had not realised that +the draft caused by his advance was enough to set them in motion. + +Returning to his former seat outside the alcove, he shut his eyes and let the +symmetrical light-specks do their worst. The distant clock boomed a single +stroke. Could it be only one? He flashed the light on his watch and saw that it +was precisely that hour. It would be hard indeed waiting for the morning. Rogers +would be down at about eight o'clock, ahead of even Orabona. It would be light +outside in the main basement long before that, but none of it could penetrate +here. All the windows in this basement had been bricked up but the three small +ones facing the court. A pretty bad wait, all told. + +His ears were getting most of the hallucinations now-for he could swear he +heard stealthy, plodding footsteps in the workroom beyond the closed and +locked door. He had no business thinking of that unexhibited horror which +Rogers called "It." The thing was a contamination-it had driven its maker mad, +and now even its picture was calling up imaginative terrors. It was very +obviously beyond that padlocked door of heavy planking. Those steps were +certainly pure imagination. + +Then he thought he heard the key turn in the workroom door. Flashing on his +torch, he saw nothing but the ancient six-paneled portla in its proper position. +Again he tried darkness and closed his eyes, but there followed a harrowing +illusion of creaking-not the guillotine this time, but the slow, furtive opening of +the workroom door. He would not scream. Once he screamed, he would be lost. +There was a sort of padding or shuffling audible now, and it was slowly +advancing toward him. He must retain command of himself. Had he not done so +when the nameless brain-shaped tried to close in on him? The shuffling crept +nearer, and his resolution failed. He did not scream but merely gulped out a +challenge. + +"Who goes there? Who are you? What do you want?" + + + + +There was no answer, but the shuffling kept on. Jones did not know which he +feared most to do-turn on his flashhght or stay in the dark while the thing crept +upon him. This thing was different, he felt profoundly, from the other terrors of +the evening. His fingers and throat worked spasmodically. Silence was +impossible, and the suspense of utter blackness was beginning to be the most +intolerable of all conditions. Again he cried out hysterically-"Halt! Who goes +there?"-as he switched on the revealing beam of his torch. Then, paralyzed by +what he saw, he dropped the flashlight and screamed-not once but many times. + +Shuffling toward him in the darkness was the gigantic, blasphemous form of a +black thing not wholly ape and not wholly insect. Its hide hung loosely upon its +frame, and its rugose, dead-eyed rudiment of a head swayed drunkenly from +side to side. Its forepaws were extended, with talons spread wide, and its whole +body was taut with murderous malignity despite its utter lack of facial +expression. After the screams and the final coming of darkness it leaped, and in a +moment had Jones pinned to the floor. There was no struggle for the watcher had +fainted. + +Jones' fainting spell could not have lasted more than a moment, for the nameless +thing was apishly dragging him through the darkness when he began recovering +consciousness. What started him fully awake were the sounds which the thing +was making-or rather, the voice with which it was making them. That voice was +human, and it was familiar. Only one living being could be behind the hoarse, +feverish accents which were chanting to an unknown horror. + +"la! la!" it was howling. "I am coming, O Rhan-Tegoth, coming with the +nourishment. You have waited long and fed ill, but now you shall have what +was promised. That and more, for instead of Orabona it will be one of high +degree who has doubted you. You shall crush and drain him, with all his doubts, +and grow strong thereby. And ever after among men he shall be shown as a +monument to your glory. Rhan-Tegoth, infinite and invincible, I am your slave +and high-priest. You are hungry, and I shall provide. I read the sign and have led +you forth. I shall feed you with blood, and you shall feed me with power. la! +Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young!" + +In an instant all the terrors of the night dropped from Jones like a discarded +cloak. He was again master of his mind, for he knew the very earthly and +material peril he had to deal with. This was no monster of fable, but a dangerous +madman. It was Rogers, dressed in some nightmare covering of his own insane +designing, and about to make a frightful sacrifice to the devil-god he had +fashioned out of wax. Clearly, he must have entered the workroom from the read +courtyard, donned his disguise, and then advance to seize his neatly-trapped and +fear-broken victim. His strength was prodigious, and if he was to be thwarted. + + + + +one must act quickly. Counting on the madman's confidence in his +unconsciousness he determined to take him by surprise, while his grip was +relatively lax. The feel of a threshold told him he was crossing into the pitch- +black workroom. + +With the strength of mortal fear Jones made a sudden spring from the half- +recumbent posture in which he was being dragged. For an instant he was free of +the astonished maniac's hands, and in another instant a lucky lunge in the dark +had put his own hands at his captor's weirdly concealed throat. Simultaneously +Rogers gripped him again, and without further preliminaries the two were +locked in a desperate struggle of life and death. Jones' athletic training, without +doubt, was his sole salvation; for his mad assailant, freed from every inhibition +of fair play, decency, or even self-preservation, was an engine of savage +destruction as formidable as a wolf or panther. + +Guttural cries sometimes punctured the hideous tussle in the dark. Blood +spurted, clothing ripped, and Jones at last felt the actual throat of the maniac, +shorn of its spectral mask. He spoke not a word, but put every ounce of energy +into the defence of his life. Rogers kicked, gouged, butted, bit, clawed, and spat- +yet found strength to yelp out actual sentences at times. Most of his speech was +in a ritualistic jargon full of references to "It" or "Rhan-Tegoth," and to Jones' +overwrought nerves it seemed as if the cries echoed from an infinite distance of +demoniac snortics and hayings. Toward the last they were rolling on the floor, +overturning benches or striking against the walls and the brick foundations of +the central melting-furnace. Up to the very end Jones could not be certain of +saving himself, but chance finally intervened in his favor. A jab of his knee +against Rogers' chest produced a general relaxation, and a moment later he knew +he had won. + +Though hardly able to hold himself up, Jones rose and stumbled about the walls +seeking the light-switch-for his flashlight was gone, together with most of his +clothing. As he lurched along he dragged his limp opponent with him, fearing a +sudden attack when the madman came to. Finding the switch-box, he fumbled +till he had the right handle. Then, as the wildly disordered workroom burst into +sudden radiance, he set about binding Rogers with such cords and belts as he +could easily find. The fellow's disguise-or what was left of it-seemed to be made +of a puzzling queer sort of leather. For some reason it made Jones' flesh crawl to +touch it, and there seemed to be an alien, rusty odor about it. In the normal +clothes beneath it was Rogers' key-ring, and this the exhausted victor seized as +his final passport to freedom. The shades at the small, slit-like windows were all +securely drawn, and he let them remain so. + + + + +Washing off the blood of battle at a convenient sink, Jones donned the most +ordinary-looking and least ill-fitting clothes he could find on the costume hooks. +Testing the door to the courtyard, he found it fastened with a spring-lock which +did not require a key from the inside. He kept the key-ring, however, to admit +him on his return with aid-for plainly, the thing to do was to call in an alienist. +There was no telephone in the museum, but it would not take long to find an all- +night restaurant or chemist's shop where one could be had. He had almost +opened the door when a torrent of hideous abuse from across the room told him +that Rogers-whose visible injuries were confined to a long, deep scratch down +the left cheek-had regained consciousness. + +"Fool! Spawn of Noth-Yidik and effluvium of K'thun! Son of the dogs that howl +in the maelstrom of Azathoth! You would have been sacred and immortal, and +now you are betraying It and Its priest! Beware-for It is hungry! It would have +been Orabona-that damned treacherous dog ready to turn against me and It-but +I give you the honor instead. Now you must both beware, for It is not gentle +without Its priest. + +"la! la! Vengeance is at hand! Do you know you would have been immortal? +Look at the furnace! There is a fire ready to light, and there is wax in the kettle. I +would have done with you as I have done with other once living forms. Hei! +You, who have vowed all my effigies are waxen, would have become a waxen +effigy yourself! The furnace was already! When It had had its fill, and you were +like that dog I showed you, I would have made your flattened, punctured +fragments immortal! Wax would have done it. Haven't you said I'm a great +artist? Wax in every pore-wax over every square inch of you-Ia! la! And ever +after the world would have looked at your mangled carcass and wondered how I +ever imagined and made such a thing! Hei! and Orabona would have come next, +and others after him-and thus would my waxen family have grown! + +"Dog-do you still thing I made all my effigies? Why not say preserved? You +know by this time the strange places I've been to, and the strange things I've +brought back. Coward-you could never face the dimensional shambler whose +hide I put on to scare you-the mere sight of it alive, or even the full-fledged +thought of it, would kill you instantly with fright! la! la! It waits hungry for the +blood that is the life!" + +Rogers, propped against the wall, swayed to and fro in his bonds. + +"See here, Jones-if I let you go will you let me go? It must be taken care of by Its +high priest. Orabona will be enough to keep It alive-and when he is finished I +will make his fragments immortal in wax for the world to see. It could have been +you, but you have rejected the honor. I won't bother you again. Let me go, and I + + + + +will share with you the power that It will bring me. la! la! Great is Rhan-Tegoth! +Let me go! Let me go! It is starving down there beyond that door, and if It dies +the Old Ones can never come back. Hei! Hei! Let me go!" + +Jones merely shook his head, though the hideousness of the showman's +imaginings revolted him. Rogers, now staring wildly at the padlocked plank +door, thumped his head again and again against the brick wall and kicked with +his tightly bound ankles. Jones was afraid he would injure himself, and +advanced to bind him more firmly to some stationary object. Writhing, Rogers +edged away from him and set up a series of frenetic ululations whose utter, +monstrous unhumanness was appalling, and whose sheer volume was almost +incredible. It seemed impossible that any human throat could produce noises so +loud and piercing, and Jones felt that if this continued there would be no need to +telephone for aid. It could not be long before a constable would investigate, even +granting that there were no listening neighbors in this deserted warehouse +district. + +"Wza-y'ei! Wza-y'ei!" howled the madman. "Y'kaa haa ho-ii, Rhan-Tegoth- +Cthulhu fthagn-Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei!-Rhan-Teogth. Rhan-Tegoth, Rhan-Tegoth!" + +The tautly trussed creature, who had started squirming his way across the +littered floor, now reached the padlocked plank door and commenced knocking +his head thunderously against it. Jones dreaded the task of binding him further, +and wished he were not so exhausted from his previous struggle. This violent +aftermath was getting hideously on his nerves, and he began to feel a return of +the nameless qualms he had felt in the dark. Everything about Rogers and his +museum was so hellishly morbid and suggestive of black vistas beyond life! It +was loathsome to think of the waxen masterpiece of abnormal genius which +must at this very moment be lurking close at hand in the blackness beyond the +heavy, padlocked door. + +At now something happened which sent an addition chill down Jones' spine, and +caused every hair-even the tiny growth on the backs of his hands-to bristle with +a vague fright beyond classification. Rogers had suddenly stopped screaming +and beating his head against the stout plank door, and was straining up to a +sitting position, head cocked on one side as if listening intently for something. +All at once a smile of devilish triumph overspread his face, and he began +speaking intelligibly again-this time in a hoarse whisper contrasting oddly with +his former stentorian howling. + +"Listen, fool! Listen hard! It has heard me, and is coming. Can't you hear It +splashing out of Its tank down there at the end of the runway? I dug it deep, +because there was nothing too good for It. It is amphibious, you know-you saw + + + + +the gills in the picture. It came to the earth from lead-gray Yuggoth, where the +cities are under the warm deep sea. It can't stand up in there-too tail-has to sit +down or crouch. Let me get my keys-we must let It out and kneel down before it. +Then we will go out and find a dog or cat-or perhaps a drunken man-to give It +the nourishment It needs." + +It was not what the madman said, but the way he said it, that disorganized Jones +so badly. The utter, insane confidence and sincerity in that crazed whisper were +damnably contagious. Imagination, such a stimulus, could find an active menace +in the devilish wax figure that lurked unseen just beyond the heavy planking. +Eyeing the door in unholy fascination, Jones notices that it bore several distinct +cracks, though no marks of violent treatment were visible on this side. He +wondered how large a room or closet lay behind it, and how the waxen figure +was arranged. The maniac's idea of a tank and runway was as clever as all his +other imaginings. + +Then, in one terrible instant, Jones completely lost the power to draw a breath. +The leather belt he had seized for Rogers' further strapping fell from his limp +hands, and a spasm of shivering convulsed him from head to foot. He might +have known the place would drive him mad as it had driven Rogers-and now he +was mad. He was mad, for he now harbored hallucinations more weird than any +which had assailed him earlier that night. The madman was bidding him hear +the splashing of a mythical monster in a tank beyond the door-and now, God +help him, he did hear it! + +Rogers saw the spasm of horror reach Jones' face and transform it to a staring +mask of fear. He cackled. + +"At last, fool, you believe! At last you know! You hear It and It comes! Get me +my keys, fool-we must do homage and serve It!" + +But Jones was past paying attention to any human words, mad or sane. Phobic +paralysis held him immobile and half conscious, with wild images racing +fantasmagorically though his helpless imagination. There was a splashing. There +was padding or shuffling, as of great wet paws on a solid surface. Something was +approaching. Into his nostrils, from the cracks in that nightmare plank door, +poured a noisome animal stench like and yet unlike that of the mammal cages at +the zoological gardens in Regent's Park. + +He did not known where Rogers was talking or not. Everything real had faded +away, and he was a statue obsessed with dreams and hallucinations so unnatural +that they became almost objective and remote from him. He thought he heard a +sniffing or snorting from the unknown gulf beyond the door, and when a sudden + + + + +baying, trumpeting noise assailed his ears he could not feel sure that it came +from the tightly bound maniac whose image swam uncertainly in his shaken +vision. The photograph of that accursed, unseen wax thing persisted in floating +through his consciousness. Such a thing had no right to exist. Had it not driven +him mad? + +Even as he reflected, a fresh evidence of madness beset him. Something, he +thought, was fumbling with the latch of the heavy padlocked door. It was patting +and pawing and pushing at the planks. There was a thudding on the stout wood, +which grew louder and louder. The stench was horrible. And now the assault on +that door from the inside was a malign, determined pounding like the strokes of +a battering-ram. There was an ominous cracking-a splintering-a welling fetor-a +falling plank-a black paw ending in a crab-like claw. . . . + +"Help! Help! God help me! . . . Aaaaaaa! . . ." + +With intense effort Jones is today able to recall a sudden bursting of his fear- +paralysis into the liberation of frenzied automatic flight. What he evidently did +must have paralleled curiously the wild, plunging flights of maddest nightmares; +for he seems to have leaped across the disordered crypt at almost a single bound, +yanked open the outside door, which closed and locked itself after him with a +clatter, sprung up the worn stone steps three at a time, and raced frantically and +aimlessly out of that dark cobblestoned court and through the squalid streets of +Southwark. + +Here the memory ends. Jones does not know how he got home, and there is no +evidence of his having hired a cab. Probably he raced all the way by blind +instinct-over Waterloo Bridge, along the Strand and Charing Cross and up +Haymarket and Regent Street to his own neighborhood. He still had on the queer +melange of museum costumes when he grew conscious enough to call the +doctor. + +A week later the nerve specialists allowed him to leave his bed and walk in the +open air. + +But he had not told the specialists much. Over his whole experience hung a pall +of madness and nightmare, and he felt that silence was the only course. When he +was up, he scanned intently all the papers which had accumulated since that +hideous night, but found no reference to anything queer at the museum. How +much, after all, had been reality? Where did reality end and morbid dream +begin? Had his mind gone wholly to pieces in that dark exhibition chamber, and +had the whole fight with Rogers been a fantasm of fever? It would help to put +him on his feet if he could settle some of these maddening points. He must have + + + + +seen that damnable photograph of the wax image called "It," for no brain but +Rogers' could ever have conceived such a blasphemy. + +It was a fortnight before he dared to enter Southwark Street again. He went in +the middle of the morning, when there was the greatest amount of sane, +wholesome activity around the ancient, crumbling shops and warehouses. The +museum's sign was still there, and as he approached he saw that the place was +still open. The gateman nodded in pleasant recognition as he summoned up the +courage to enter, and in the vaulted chamber below an attendant touched his cap +cheerfully. Perhaps everything had been a dream. Would he dare to knock at the +door of the workroom and look for Rogers? + +Then Orabona advanced to greet him. His dark, sleek face was a trifle sardonic, +but Jones felt that he was not unfriendly. He spoke with a trace of accent. + +"Good morning, Mr. Jones. It is some time since we have seen you here. Did you +wish Mr. Rogers? I'm sorry, but he is away. He had word of business in America, +and had to go. Yes, it was very sudden. I am in charge now-here, and at the +house. I try to maintain Mr. Rogers' high standard-till he is back." + +The foreigner smiled-perhaps from affability alone. Jones scarcely knew how to +reply, but managed to mumble out a few inquiries about the day after his last +visit. Orabona seemed greatly amused by the questions, and took considerable +care in framing his replies. + +"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones-the 28th of last month. I remember it for many reasons. In +the morning-before Mr. Rogers got here, you understand-I found the workroom +in quite a mess. There was a great deal of-cleaning up-to do. There had been- +late work, you see. Important new specimen given its secondary baking process. +I took complete charge when I came. + +"It was a hard specimen to prepare-but of course Mr. Rogers had taught me a +great deal. He is, as you know, a very great artist. When he came he helped me +complete the specimen-helped very materially, I assure you-but he left soon +without even greeting the men. As I tell you, he was called away suddenly. +There were important chemical reactions involved. They made loud noises-in +fact, some teamsters in the court outside fancy they heard several pistol shots- +very amusing idea! + +"As for the new specimen-that matter is very unforutnate. It is a great +masterpiece-designed and made, you understand, by Mr. Rogers. He will see +about it when he gets back." + + + + +Again Orabona smiled. + +"The police, you know. We put it on display a week ago, and there were two or +three faintings. One poor fellow had an epileptic fit in front of it. You see, it a +trifle-stronger-than the rest. Larger, for one thing. Of course, it was in the adult +alcove. The next day a couple of men from Scotland Yard looked it over and said +it was too morbid to be shown. Said we'd have to remove it. It was a tremendous +shame-such a masterpiece of art-but I didn't deel justified in appealing to the +courts in Mr. Rogers' absence. He would not like so much publicity with the +police now-but when he gets back-when he gets back-." + +For some reason or other Jones felt a mounting tide of uneasiness and repulsion. +But Orabona was continuing. + +"You are a connoisseur, Mr. Jones. I am sure I violate no law in offering you a +private view. It may be-subject of course, to Mr. Rogers' wishes-that we shall +destroy the specimen some day-but that would be a crime." + +Jones had a powerful impulse to refuse the sight and flee precipitately, but +Orabona was leading him forward by the arm with an artist's enthusiasm. The +adult alcove, crowded with nameless horrors, held no visitors. In the farther +corner a large niche had been curtained off, and to this the smiling assistant +advanced. + +"You must know, Mr. Jones, that the title of this specimen is 'The Sacrifice to +Rhan-Tegoth.' " + +Jones started violently, but Orabona appeared not to notice. + +"The shapeless, colossal god is a feature in certain obscure legends which Mr. +Rogers had studied. All nonsense, of course, as you've so often assured Mr. +Rogers. It is supposed to have come from outer space, and to have lived in the +Arctic three million years ago. It trated its sacrifices rather peculiarly and +horribly, as you shall see. Mr. Rogers had made it fiendishly life-like-even to the +face of the victim." + +Now trembling violently, Jones clund to the brass railing in front of the curtained +niche. He almost reached out to stop Orabona when he saw the curtain +beginning to swing aside, but some conflicting impulse held him back. The +foreigner smiled triumphantly. + +"Behold!" + +Jones reeled in spite of his grip on the railing. + + +"God!-great god!" + +Fully ten feet high despite a shambling, crouching attitude expressive of infinite +cosmic malignancy, a monstrosity of unbelievable horror was shown starting +forward from a Cyclopean ivory throne covered with grotesque carvings. In the +central pair of its six legs it bore a crushed, flattened, distorted, bloodless thing, +riddled with a million punctures, and in places seared as with some pungent +acid. Only the mangled head of the victim, lolling upside down at one side, +revealed that it represented something once human. + +The monster itself needed no title for one who had seen a certain hellish +photograph. That damnable print had been all too faithful; yet it could not carry +the full horror which lay in the gigantic actuality. The globular torso-the bubble- +like suggestion of a head-the three fishy eyes-the foot-long proboscis-the +bulging gills-the monstrous capillation of asp-like suckers-the six sinuous limbs +with their black paws and crab-like claws-God! the familiarity of the black paw +ending in a crab-like claw! . . . + +Orabona's smile was utterly damnable. Jones choked, and stared at the hideous +exhibit with a mounting fascination which perplexed and disturbed him. What +half-revealed horror was holding and forcing him to look longer and search out +details? This had driven Rogers mad . . . Rogers, supreme artist . . . said they +weren't artificial. . . . + +Then he localized the thing that held him. It was the crushed waxen victim's +lolling head, and something that it implied. This head was not entirely devoid of +a face, and that face was familiar. It was like the mad face of poor Rogers. Jones +peered closer, hardly knowing why he was driven to do so. Wasn't it natural for +a mad egotist to mold his own features into his masterpiece? Was there anything +more that subconscious vision had seized on and suppressed in sheer terror? + +The wax of the mangled face had been handled with boundless dexterity. Those +punctures-how perfectly they reproduced the myriad wounds somehow +inflicted on that poor dog! But there was something more. On the left cheek one +could trace an irregularity which seemed outside the general scheme-as if the +sculptor had sought to cover up a defect of his first modelling. The more Jones +looked at it, the more mysteriously it horrified him-and then, suddenly, he +remembered a circumstance which brought his horror to a head. That night of +hideousness-the tussle-the bound madman-and the long, deep scratch down the +left cheek of the actual living Rogers. . . . + +Jones, releasing his desperate clutch on the railing, sank in a total faint. + + + + +Orabona continued to smile. + + + + +The Hound + + + +Written in September of 1922 + +Published in February of 1924 in Weird Tales + +In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and +flapping, and a faint distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream - it +is not, I fear, even madness - for too much has already happened to give me these +merciful doubts. + +St John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and such is my knowledge that I +am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the same way. +Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldrith phantasy sweeps the black, +shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation. + +May heaven forgive the folly and morbidity which led us both to so monstrous a +fate! Wearied with the commonplaces of a prosaic world; where even the joys of +romance and adventure soon grow stale, St John and I had followed +enthusiastically every aesthetic and intellectual movement which promised +respite from our devastating ennui. The enigmas of the symbolists and the +ecstasies of the pre-Raphaelites all were ours in their time, but each new mood +was drained too soon, of its diverting novelty and appeal. + +Only the somber philosophy of the decadents could help us, and this we found +potent only by increasing gradually the depth and diabolism of our penetrations. +Baudelaire and Huysmans were soon exhausted of thrills, till finally there +remained for us only the more direct stimuli of unnatural personal experiences +and adventures. It was this frightful emotional need which led us eventually to +that detestable course which even in my present fear I mention with shame and +timidity - that hideous extremity of human outrage, the abhorred practice of +grave-robbing. + +I cannot reveal the details of our shocking expeditions, or catalogue even partly +the worst of the trophies adorning the nameless museum we prepared in the +great stone house where we jointly dwelt, alone and servantless. Our museum +was a blasphemous, unthinkable place, where with the satanic taste of neurotic +virtuosi we had assembled an universe of terror and decay to excite our jaded +sensibilities. It was a secret room, far, far, underground; where huge winged +daemons carven of basalt and onyx vomited from wide grinning mouths weird +green and orange light, and hidden pneumatic pipes ruffled into kaleidoscopic +dances of death the lines of red charnel things hand in hand woven in + + + + +voluminous black hangings. Through these pipes came at will the odors our +moods most craved; sometimes the scent of pale funeral lilies; sometimes the +narcotic incense of imagined Eastern shrines of the kingly dead, and sometimes - +how I shudder to recall it! - the frightful, soul-upheaving stenches of the +uncovered-grave. + +Around the walls of this repellent chamber were cases of antique mummies +alternating with comely, lifelike bodies perfectly stuffed and cured by the +taxidermist's art, and with headstones snatched from the oldest churchyards of +the world. Niches here and there contained skulls of all shapes, and heads +preserved in various stages of dissolution. There one might find the rotting, bald +pates of famous noblemen, and the fresh and radiantly golden heads of new- +buried children. + +Statues and paintings there were, all of fiendish subjects and some executed by St +John and myself. A locked portfolio, bound in tanned human skin, held certain +unknown and unnameable drawings which it was rumored Goya had +perpetrated but dared not acknowledge. There were nauseous musical +instruments, stringed, brass, and wood-wind, on which St John and I sometimes +produced dissonances of exquisite morbidity and cacodaemoniacal ghastliness; +whilst in a multitude of inlaid ebony cabinets reposed the most incredible and +unimaginable variety of tomb-loot ever assembled by human madness and +perversity. It is of this loot in particular that I must not speak - thank God I had +the courage to destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself! + +The predatory excursions on which we collected our unmentionable treasures +were always artistically memorable events. We were no vulgar ghouls, but +worked only under certain conditions of mood, landscape, environment, +weather, season, and moonlight. These pastimes were to us the most exquisite +form of aesthetic expression, and we gave their details a fastidious technical care. +An inappropriate hour, a jarring lighting effect, or a clumsy manipulation of the +damp sod, would almost totally destroy for us that ecstatic titillation which +followed the exhumation of some ominous, grinning secret of the earth. Our +quest for novel scenes and piquant conditions was feverish and insatiate - St John +was always the leader, and he it was who led the way at last to that mocking, +accursed spot which brought us our hideous and inevitable doom. + +By what malign fatality were we lured to that terrible Holland churchyard? I +think it was the dark rumor and legendry, the tales of one buried for five +centuries, who had himself been a ghoul in his time and had stolen a potent +thing from a mighty sepulchre. I can recall the scene in these final moments - the +pale autumnal moon over the graves, casting long horrible shadows; the +grotesque trees, drooping sullenly to meet the neglected grass and the crumbling + + + + +slabs; the vast legions of strangely colossal bats that flew against the moon; the +antique ivied church pointing a huge spectral finger at the livid sky; the +phosphorescent insects that danced like death-fires under the yews in a distant +corner; the odors of mould, vegetation, and less explicable things that mingled +feebly with the night-wind from over far swamps and seas; and, worst of all, the +faint deep-toned baying of some gigantic hound which we could neither see nor +definitely place. As we heard this suggestion of baying we shuddered, +remembering the tales of the peasantry; for he whom we sought had centuries +before been found in this self same spot, torn and mangled by the claws and +teeth of some unspeakable beast. + +I remember how we delved in the ghoul's grave with our spades, and how we +thrilled at the picture of ourselves, the grave, the pale watching moon, the +horrible shadows, the grotesque trees, the titanic bats, the antique church, the +dancing death-fires, the sickening odors, the gently moaning night-wind, and the +strange, half-heard directionless baying of whose objective existence we could +scarcely be sure. + +Then we struck a substance harder than the damp mould, and beheld a rotting +oblong box crusted with mineral deposits from the long undisturbed ground. It +was incredibly tough and thick, but so old that we finally pried it open and +feasted our eyes on what it held. + +Much - amazingly much - was left of the object despite the lapse of five hundred +years. The skeleton, though crushed in places by the jaws of the thing that had +killed it, held together with surprising firmness, and we gloated over the clean +white skull and its long, firm teeth and its eyeless sockets that once had glowed +with a charnel fever like our own. In the coffin lay an amulet of curious and +exotic design, which had apparently been worn around the sleeper's neck. It was +the oddly conventionalised figure of a crouching winged hound, or sphinx with +a semi-canine face, and was exquisitely carved in antique Oriental fashion from a +small piece of green jade. The expression of its features was repellent in the +extreme, savoring at once of death, bestiality and malevolence. Around the base +was an inscription in characters which neither St John nor I could identify; and +on the bottom, like a maker's seal, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull. + +Immediately upon beholding this amulet we knew that we must possess it; that +this treasure alone was our logical pelf from the centuried grave. Even had its +outlines been unfamiliar we would have desired it, but as we looked more +closely we saw that it was not wholly unfamiliar. Alien it indeed was to all art +and literature which sane and balanced readers know, but we recognized it as +the thing hinted of in the forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul +Alhazred; the ghastly soul-symbol of the corpse-eating cult of inaccessible Leng, + + + + +in Central Asia. All too well did we trace the sinister lineaments described by the +old Arab daemonologist; lineaments, he wrote, drawn from some obscure +supernatural manifestation of the souls of those who vexed and gnawed at the +dead. + +Seizing the green jade object, we gave a last glance at the bleached and cavern- +eyed face of its owner and closed up the grave as we found it. As we hastened +from the abhorrent spot, the stolen amulet in St John's pocket, we thought we +saw the bats descend in a body to the earth we had so lately rifled, as if seeking +for some cursed and unholy nourishment. But the autumn moon shone weak +and pale, and we could not be sure. + +So, too, as we sailed the next day away from Holland to our home, we thought +we heard the faint distant baying of some gigantic hound in the background. But +the autumn wind moaned sad and wan, and we could not be sure. + +Less than a week after our return to England, strange things began to happen. +We lived as recluses; devoid of friends, alone, and without servants in a few +rooms of an ancient manor-house on a bleak and unfrequented moor; so that our +doors were seldom disturbed by the knock of the visitor. + +Now, however, we were troubled by what seemed to be a frequent fumbling in +the night, not only around the doors but around the windows also, upper as well +as lower. Once we fancied that a large, opaque body darkened the library +window when the moon was shining against it, and another time we thought we +heard a whirring or flapping sound not far off. On each occasion investigation +revealed nothing, and we began to ascribe the occurrences to imagination which +still prolonged in our ears the faint far baying we thought we had heard in the +Holland churchyard. The jade amulet now reposed in a niche in our museum, +and sometimes we burned a strangely scented candle before it. We read much in +Alhazred's Necronomicon about its properties, and about the relation of ghosts' +souls to the objects it symbolized; and were disturbed by what we read. + +Then terror came. + +On the night of September 24, 19-, I heard a knock at my chamber door. +Fancying it St John's, I bade the knocker enter, but was answered only by a shrill +laugh. There was no one in the corridor. When I aroused St John from his sleep, +he professed entire ignorance of the event, and became as worried as I. It was the +night that the faint, distant baying over the moor became to us a certain and +dreaded reality. + + + + +Four days later, whilst we were both in the hidden museum, there came a low, +cautious scratching at the single door which led to the secret library staircase. +Our alarm was now divided, for, besides our fear of the unknown, we had +always entertained a dread that our grisly collection might be discovered. +Extinguishing all lights, we proceeded to the door and threw it suddenly open; +whereupon we felt an unaccountable rush of air, and heard, as if receding far +away, a queer combination of rustling, tittering, and articulate chatter. Whether +we were mad, dreaming, or in our senses, we did not try to determine. We only +realized, with the blackest of apprehensions, that the apparently disembodied +chatter was beyond a doubt in the Dutch language. + +After that we lived in growing horror and fascination. Mostly we held to the +theory that we were jointly going mad from our life of unnatural excitements, +but sometimes it pleased us more to dramatize ourselves as the victims of some +creeping and appalling doom. Bizarre manifestations were now too frequent to +count. Our lonely house was seemingly alive with the presence of some malign +being whose nature we could not guess, and every night that daemoniac baying +rolled over the wind-swept moor, always louder and louder. On October 29 we +found in the soft earth underneath the library window a series of footprints +utterly impossible to describe. They were as baffling as the hordes of great bats +which haunted the old manor-house in unprecedented and increasing numbers. + +The horror reached a culmination on November 18, when St John, walking home +after dark from the dismal railway station, was seized by some frightful +carnivorous thing and torn to ribbons. His screams had reached the house, and I +had hastened to the terrible scene in time to hear a whir of wings and see a vague +black cloudy thing silhouetted against the rising moon. + +My friend was dying when I spoke to him, and he could not answer coherently. +All he could do was to whisper, "The amulet - that damned thing -" + +Then he collapsed, an inert mass of mangled flesh. + +I buried him the next midnight in one of our neglected gardens, and mumbled +over his body one of the devilish rituals he had loved in life. And as I +pronounced the last daemoniac sentence I heard afar on the moor the faint +baying of some gigantic hound. The moon was up, but I dared not look at it. And +when I saw on the dim-lighted moor a wide-nebulous shadow sweeping from +mound to mound, I shut my eyes and threw myself face down upon the ground. +When I arose, trembling, I know not how much later, I staggered into the house +and made shocking obeisances before the enshrined amulet of green jade. + + + + +Being now afraid to live alone in the ancient house on the moor, I departed on +the following day for London, taking with me the amulet after destroying by fire +and burial the rest of the impious collection in the museum. But after three nights +I heard the baying again, and before a week was over felt strange eyes upon me +whenever it was dark. One evening as I strolled on Victoria Embankment for +some needed air, I saw a black shape obscure one of the reflections of the lamps +in the water. A wind, stronger than the night-wind, rushed by, and I knew that +what had befallen St John must soon befall me. + +The next day I carefully wrapped the green jade amulet and sailed for Holland. +What mercy I might gain by returning the thing to its silent, sleeping owner I +knew not; but I felt that I must try any step conceivably logical. What the hound +was, and why it had pursued me, were questions still vague; but I had first heard +the baying in that ancient churchyard, and every subsequent event including St +John's dying whisper had served to connect the curse with the stealing of the +amulet. Accordingly I sank into the nethermost abysses of despair when, at an +inn in Rotterdam, I discovered that thieves had despoiled me of this sole means +of salvation. + +The baying was loud that evening, and in the morning I read of a nameless deed +in the vilest quarter of the city. The rabble were in terror, for upon an evil +tenement had fallen a red death beyond the foulest previous crime of the +neighborhood. In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been torn to shreds +by an unknown thing which left no trace, and those around had heard all night a +faint, deep, insistent note as of a gigantic hound. + +So at last I stood again in the unwholesome churchyard where a pale winter +moon cast hideous shadows and leafless trees drooped sullenly to meet the +withered, frosty grass and cracking slabs, and the ivied church pointed a jeering +finger at the unfriendly sky, and the night-wind howled maniacally from over +frozen swamps and frigid seas. The baying was very faint now, and it ceased +altogether as I approached the ancient grave I had once violated, and frightened +away an abnormally large horde of bats which had been hovering curiously +around it. + +I know not why I went thither unless to pray, or gibber out insane pleas and +apologies to the calm white thing that lay within; but, whatever my reason, I +attacked the half frozen sod with a desperation partly mine and partly that of a +dominating will outside myself. Excavation was much easier than I expected, +though at one point I encountered a queer interruption; when a lean vulture +darted down out of the cold sky and pecked frantically at the grave-earth until I +killed him with a blow of my spade. Finally I reached the rotting oblong box and +removed the damp nitrous cover. This is the last rational act I ever performed. + + + + +For crouched within that centuried coffin, embraced by a closepacked nightmare +retinue of huge, sinewy, sleeping bats, was the bony thing my friend and I had +robbed; not clean and placid as we had seen it then, but covered with caked +blood and shreds of alien flesh and hair, and leering sentiently at me with +phosphorescent sockets and sharp ensanguined fangs yawning twistedly in +mockery of my inevitable doom. And when it gave from those grinning jaws a +deep, sardonic bay as of some gigantic hound, and I saw that it held in its gory +filthy claw the lost and fateful amulet of green jade, I merely screamed and ran +away idiotically, my screams soon dissolving into peals of hysterical laughter. + +Madness rides the star-wind... claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of +corpses... dripping death astride a bacchanale of bats from nigh-black ruins of +buried temples of Belial. . . Now, as the baying of that dead fleshless monstrosity +grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those +accursed web-wings closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion +which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnameable. + + + + +The Music OF Erich Zann + +Written in December of 1921 + +Published in March of 1922 in The National Amateur + +I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again +found the Rue d'Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I +know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the +antiquities of the place, and have personally explored every region, of whatever +name, which could possibly answer to the street I knew as the Rue d'Auseil. But +despite all I have done, it remains an humiliating fact that I cannot find the +house, the street, or even the locality, where, during the last months of my +impoverished life as a student of metaphysics at the university, I heard the music +of Erich Zann. + +That my memory is broken, I do not wonder; for my health, physical and mental, +was gravely disturbed throughout the period of my residence in the Rue +d'Auseil, and I recall that I took none of my few acquaintances there. But that I +cannot find the place again is both singular and perplexing; for it was within a +half-hour's walk of the university and was distinguished by peculiarities which +could hardly be forgotten by any one who had been there. I have never met a +person who has seen the Rue d'Auseil. + +The Rue d'Auseil lay across a dark river bordered by precipitous brick blear- +windowed warehouses and spanned by a ponderous bridge of dark stone. It was +always shadowy along that river, as if the smoke of neighboring factories shut +out the sun perpetually. The river was also odorous with evil stenches which I +have never smelled elsewhere, and which may some day help me to find it, since +I should recognize them at once. Beyond the bridge were narrow cobbled streets +with rails; and then came the ascent, at first gradual, but incredibly steep as the +Rue d'Auseil was reached. + +I have never seen another street as narrow and steep as the Rue d'Auseil. It was +almost a cliff, closed to all vehicles, consisting in several places of ffights of steps, +and ending at the top in a lofty ivied wall. Its paving was irregular, sometimes +stone slabs, sometimes cobblestones, and sometimes bare earth with struggling +greenish-grey vegetation. The houses were tall, peaked-roofed, incredibly old, +and crazily leaning backward, forward, and sidewise. Occasionally an opposite +pair, both leaning forward, almost met across the street like an arch; and +certainly they kept most of the light from the ground below. There were a few +overhead bridges from house to house across the street. + + + + +The inhabitants of that street impressed me pecuharly; At first I thought it was +because they were all silent and reticent; but later decided it was because they +were all very old. I do not know how I came to live on such a street, but I was not +myself when I moved there. I had been living in many poor places, always +evicted for want of money; until at last I came upon that tottering house in the +Rue d'Auseil kept by the paralytic Blandot. It was the third house from the top of +the street, and by far the tallest of them all. + +My rcom was on the fifth story; the only inhabited room there, since the house +was almost empty. On the night I arrived I heard Strang music from the peaked +garret overhead, and the next day asked old Blandot about it. He told me it was +an old German viol-player, a strange dumb man who signed his name as Erich +Zann, and who played eve nings in a cheap theater orchestra; adding that Zann's +desire to play in the night after his return from the theater was the reason he had +chosen this lofty and isolated garret room, whose single gable window was the +only point on the street from which one could look over the terminating wall at +the declivity and panorama beyond. + +Thereafter I heard Zann every night, and although he kept me awake, I was +haunted by the weirdness of his music. Knowing little of the art myself, I was yet +certain that none of his harmonies had any relation to music I had heard before; +and concluded that he was a composer of highly original genius. The longer I +listened, the more I was fascinated, until after a week I resolved to make the old +man's acquaintance. + +One night as he was returning from his work, I intercepted Zann in the hallway +and told him that I would like to know him and be with him when he played. He +was a small, lean, bent person, with shabby clothes, blue eyes, grotesque, +satyrlike face, and nearly bald head; and at my first words seemed both angered +and frightened. My obvious friendliness, however, finally melted him; and he +grudgingly motioned to me to follow him up the dark, creaking and rickety attic +stairs. His room, one of only two in the steeply pitched garret, was on the west +side, toward the high wall that formed the upper end of the street. Its size was +very great, and seemed the greater because of its extraordinary barrenness and +neglect. Of furniture there was only a narrow iron bedstead, a dingy wash-stand, +a small table, a large bookcase, an iron music-rack, and three old-fashioned +chairs. Sheets of music were piled in disorder about the floor. The walls were of +bare boards, and had probably never known plaster; whilst the abundance of +dust and cobwebs made the place seem more deserted than inhabited. Evidently +Erich Zann's world of beauty lay in some far cosmos of the imagination. + +Motioning me to sit down, the dumb man closed the door, turned the large +wooden bolt, and lighted a candle to augment the one he had brought with him. + + + + +He now removed his viol from its motheaten covering, and taking it, seated +himself in the least uncomfortable of the chairs. He did not employ the music- +rack, but, offering no choice and playing from memory, enchanted me for over +an hour with strains I had never heard before; strains which must have been of +his own devising. To describe their exact nature is impossible for one unversed +in music. They were a kind of fugue, with recurrent passages of the most +captivating quality, but to me were notable for the absence of any of the weird +notes I had overheard from my room below on other occasions. + +Those haunting notes I had remembered, and had often hummed and whistled +inaccurately to myself, so when the player at length laid down his bow I asked +him if he would render some of them. As I began my request the wrinkled +satyrlike face lost the bored placidity it had possessed during the playing, and +seemed to show the same curious mixture of anger and fright which I had +noticed when first I accosted the old man. For a moment I was inclined to use +persuasion, regarding rather lightly the whims of senility; and even tried to +awaken my host's weirder mood by whistling a few of the strains to which I had +listened the night before. But I did not pursue this course for more than a +moment; for when the dumb musician recognized the whistled air his face grew +suddenly distorted with an expression wholly beyond analysis, and his long, +cold, bony right hand reached out to stop my mouth and silence the crude +imitation. As he did this he further demonstrated his eccentricity by casting a +startled glance toward the lone curtained window, as if fearful of some +intruder— a glance doubly absurd, since the garret stood high and inaccessible +above all the adjacent roofs, this window being the only point on the steep street, +as the concierge had told me, from which one could see over the wall at the +summit. + +The old man's glance brought Blandot's remark to my mind, and with a certain +capriciousness I felt a wish to look out over the wide and dizzying panorama of +moonlit roofs and city lights beyond the hilltop, which of all the dwellers in the +Rue d'Auseil only this crabbed musician could see. I moved toward the window +and would have drawn aside the nondescript curtains, when with a frightened +rage even greater than before, the dumb lodger was upon me again; this time +motioning with his head toward the door as he nervously strove to drag me +thither with both hands. Now thoroughly disgusted with my host, I ordered him +to release me, and told him I would go at once. His clutch relaxed, and as he saw +my disgust and offense, his own anger seemed to subside. He tightened his +relaxing grip, but this time in a friendly manner, forcing me into a chair; then +with an appearance of wistfulness crossing to the littered table, where he wrote +many words with a pencil, in the labored French of a foreigner. + + + + +The note which he finally handed me was an appeal for tolerance and +forgiveness. Zann said that he was old, lonely, and afflicted with strange fears +and nervous disorders connected with his music and with other things. He had +enjoyed my listening to his music, and wished I would come again and not mind +his eccentricities. But he could not play to another his weird harmonies, and +could not bear hearing them from another; nor could he bear having anything in +his room touched by an-other. He had not known until our hallway conversation +that I could overhear his playing in my room, and now asked me if I would +arrange with Blandot to take a lower room where I could not hear him in the +night. He would, he wrote, defray the difference in rent. + +As I sat deciphering the execrable French, I felt more lenient toward the old man. +He was a victim of physical and nervous suffering, as was I; and my +metaphysical studies had taught me kindness. In the silence there came a slight +sound from the window — the shutter must have rattled in the night wind, and +for some reason I started almost as violently as did Erich Zann. So when I had +finished reading, I shook my host by the hand, and departed as a friend. + +The next day Blandot gave me a more expensive room on the third floor, +between the apartments of an aged money-lender and the room of a respectable +upholsterer. There was no one on the fourth floor. + +It was not long before I found that Zann's eagerness for my company was not as +great as it had seemed while he was persuading me to move down from the fifth +story. He did not ask me to call on him, and when I did call he appeared uneasy +and played listlessly. This was always at night— in the day he slept and would +admit no one. My liking for him did not grow, though the attic room and the +weird music seemed to hold an odd fascination for me. I had a curious desire to +look out of that window, over the wall and down the unseen slope at the +glittering roofs and spires which must lie outspread there. Once I went up to the +garret during theater hours, when Zann was away, but the door was locked. + +What I did succeed in doing was to overhear the nocturnal playing of the dumb +old man. At first I would tip-toe up to my old fifth floor, then I grew bold +enough to climb the last creaking staircase to the peaked garret. There in the +narrow hall, outside the bolted door with the covered keyhole, I often heard +sounds which filled me with an indefinable dread — the dread of vague wonder +and brooding mystery. It was not that the sounds were hideous, for they were +not; but that they held vibrations suggesting nothing on this globe of earth, and +that at certain intervals they assumed a symphonic quality which I could hardly +conceive as produced by one player. Certainly, Erich Zann was a genius of wild +power. As the weeks passed, the playing grew wilder, whilst the old musician +acquired an increasing haggardness and furtiveness pitiful to behold. He now + + + + +refused to admit me at any time, and shunned me whenever we met on the +stairs. + +Then one night as I hstened at the door, I heard the shrieking viol swell into a +chaotic babel of sound; a pandemonium which would have led me to doubt my +own shaking sanity had there not come from behind that barred portal a piteous +proof that the horror was real — the awful, inarticulate cry which only a mute can +utter, and which rises only in moments of the most terrible fear or anguish. I +knocked repeatedly at the door, but received no response. Afterward I waited in +the black hallway, shivering with cold and fear, till I heard the poor musician's +feeble effort to rise from the floor by the aid of a chair. Believing him just +conscious after a fainting fit, I renewed my rapping, at the same time calling out +my name reassuringly. I heard Zann stumble to the window and close both +shutter and sash, then stumble to the door, which he falteringly unfastened to +admit me. This time his delight at having me present was real; for his distorted +face gleamed with relief while he clutched at my coat as a child clutches at its +mother's skirts. + +Shaking pathetically, the old man forced me into a chair whilst he sank into +another, beside which his viol and bow lay carelessly on the floor. He sat for +some time inactive, nodding oddly, but having a paradoxical suggestion of +intense and frightened listening. Subsequently he seemed to be satisfied, and +crossing to a chair by the table wrote a brief note, handed it to me, and returned +to the table, where he began to write rapidly and incessantly. The note implored +me in the name of mercy, and for the sake of my own curiosity, to wait where I +was while he prepared a full account in German of all the marvels and terrors +which beset him. I waited, and the dumb man's pencil flew. + +It was perhaps an hour later, while I still waited and while the old musician's +feverishly written sheets still continued to pile up, that I saw Zann start as from +the hint of a horrible shock. Unmistakably he was looking at the curtained +window and listening shudderingly. Then I half fancied I heard a sound myself; +though it was not a horrible sound, but rather an exquisitely low and infinitely +distant musical note, suggesting a player in one of the neighboring houses, or in +some abode beyond the lofty wall over which I had never been able to look. +Upon Zann the effect was terrible, for, dropping his pencil, suddenly he rose, +seized his viol, and commenced to rend the night with the wildest playing I had +ever heard from his bow save when listening at the barred door. + +It would be useless to describe the playing of Erich Zann on that dreadful night. +It was more horrible than anything I had ever overheard, because I could now +see the expression of his face, and could realize that this time the motive was +stark fear. He was trying to make a noise; to ward something off or drown + + + + +something out— what, I could not imagine, awesome though I felt it must be. The +playing grew fantastic, dehnous, and hysterical, yet kept to the last the qualities +of supreme genius which I knew this strange old man possessed. I recognized +the air — it was a wild Hungarian dance popular in the theaters, and I reflected +for a moment that this was the first time I had ever heard Zann play the work of +another composer. + +Louder and louder, wilder and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of +that desperate viol. The player was dripping with an uncanny perspiration and +twisted like a monkey, always looking frantically at the curtained window. In his +frenzied strains I could almost see shadowy satyrs and bacchanals dancing and +whirling insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning. +And then I thought I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a +calm, deliberate, purposeful, mocking note from far away in the West. + +At this juncture the shutter began to rattle in a howling night wind which had +sprung up outside as if in answer to the mad playing within. Zann's screaming +viol now outdid itself emitting sounds I had never thought a viol could emit. The +shutter rattled more loudly, unfastened, and commenced slamming against the +window. Then the glass broke shiveringly under the persistent impacts, and the +chill wind rushed in, making the candles sputter and rustling the sheets of paper +on the table where Zann had begun to write out his horrible secret. I looked at +Zann, and saw that he was past conscious observation. His blue eyes were +bulging, glassy and sightless, and the frantic playing had become a blind, +mechanical, unrecognizable orgy that no pen could even suggest. + +A sudden gust, stronger than the others, caught up the manuscript and bore it +toward the window. I followed the flying sheets in desperation, but they were +gone before I reached the demolished panes. Then I remembered my old wish to +gaze from this window, the only window in the Rue d'Auseil from which one +might see the slope beyond the wall, and the city outspread beneath. It was very +dark, but the city's lights always burned, and I expected to see them there amidst +the rain and wind. Yet when I looked from that highest of all gable windows, +looked while the candles sputtered and the insane viol howled with the night- +wind, I saw no city spread below, and no friendly lights gleamed from +remembered streets, but only the blackness of space illimitable; unimagined +space alive with motion and music, and having no semblance of anything on +earth. And as I stood there looking in terror, the wind blew out both the candles +in that ancient peaked garret, leaving me in savage and impenetrable darkness +with chaos and pandemonium before me, and the demon madness of that night- +baying viol behind me. + + + + +I staggered back in the dark, without the means of striking a hght, crashing +against the table, overturning a chair, and finally groping my way to the place +where the blackness screamed with shocking music. To save myself and Erich +Zann I could at least try, whatever the powers opposed to me. Once I thought +some chill thing brushed me, and I screamed, but my scream could not be heard +above that hideous viol. Suddenly out of the blackness the madly sawing bow +struck me, and I knew I was close to the player. I felt ahead, touched the back of +Zann's chair, and then found and shook his shoulder in an effort to bring him to +his senses. + +He did not respond, and still the viol shrieked on without slackening. I moved +my hand to his head, whose mechanical nodding I was able to stop, and shouted +in his ear that we must both flee from the unknown things of the night. But he +neither answered me nor abated the frenzy of his unutterable music, while all +through the garret strange currents of wind seemed to dance in the darkness and +babel. When my hand touched his ear I shuddered, though I knew not why — +knew not why till I felt the still face; the ice-cold, stiffened, unbreathing face +whose glassy eyes bulged uselessly into the void. And then, by some miracle, +finding the door and the large wooden bolt, I plunged wildly away from that +glassy-eyed thing in the dark, and from the ghoulish howling of that accursed +viol whose fury increased even as I plunged. + +Leaping, floating, flying down those endless stairs through the dark house; +racing mindlessly out into the narrow, steep, and ancient street of steps and +tottering houses; clattering down steps and over cobbles to the lower streets and +the putrid canyon-walled river; panting across the great dark bridge to the +broader, healthier streets and boulevards we know; all these are terrible +impressions that linger with me. And I recall that there was no wind, and that +the moon was out, and that all the lights of the city twinkled. + +Despite my most careful searches and investigations, I have never since been able +to find the Rue d'Auseil. But I am not wholly sorry; either for this or for the loss +in undreamable abysses of the closely-written sheets which alone could have +explained the music of Erich Zann. + + + + +The Nameless City + +Written in January of 1921 + +Published in November of 1921 in The Wolverine + +When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was traveling in a +parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding +uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made +grave. Fear spoke from the age-worn stones of this hoary survivor of the deluge, +this great-grandfather of the eldest pyramid; and a viewless aura repelled me +and bade me retreat from antique and sinister secrets that no man should see, +and no man else had dared to see. + +Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, +its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been +thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of +Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to +recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and +muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks so that all the tribes shun it +without wholly knowing why. It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad +poet dreamed of the night before he sang his unexplained couplet: + +That is not dead which can eternal lie. + +And with strange aeons death may die. + +I should have known that the Arabs had good reason for shunning the nameless +city, the city told of in strange tales but seen by no living man, yet I defied them +and went into the untrodden waste with my camel. I alone have seen it, and that +is why no other face bears such hideous lines of fear as mine; why no other man +shivers so horribly when the night wind rattles the windows. When I came upon +it in the ghastly stillness of unending sleep it looked at me, chilly from the rays of +a cold moon amidst the desert's heat. And as I returned its look I forgot my +triumph at finding it, and stopped still with my camel to wait for the dawn. + +For hours I waited, till the east grew grey and the stars faded, and the grey +turned to roseate light edged with gold. I heard a moaning and saw a storm of +sand stirring among the antique stones though the sky was clear and the vast +reaches of desert still. Then suddenly above the desert's far rim came the blazing +edge of the sun, seen through the tiny sandstorm which was passing away, and +in my fevered state I fancied that from some remote depth there came a crash of +musical metal to hail the fiery disc as Memnon hails it from the banks of the Nile. + + + + +My ears rang and my imagination seethed as I led my camel slowly across the +sand to that unvocal place; that place which I alone of living men had seen. + +In and out amongst the shapeless foundations of houses and places I wandered, +finding never a carving or inscription to tell of these men, if men they were, who +built this city and dwelt therein so long ago. The antiquity of the spot was +unwholesome, and I longed to encounter some sign or device to prove that the +city was indeed fashioned by mankind. There were certain proportions and +dimensions in the ruins which I did not like. I had with me many tools, and dug +much within the walls of the obliterated edifices; but progress was slow, and +nothing significant was revealed. When night and the moon returned I felt a chill +wind which brought new fear, so that I did not dare to remain in the city. And as +I went outside the antique walls to sleep, a small sighing sandstorm gathered +behind me, blowing over the grey stones though the moon was bright and most +of the desert still. + +I awakened just at dawn from a pageant of horrible dreams, my ears ringing as +from some metallic peal. I saw the sun peering redly through the last gusts of a +little sandstorm that hovered over the nameless city, and marked the quietness of +the rest of the landscape. Once more I ventured within those brooding ruins that +swelled beneath the sand like an ogre under a coverlet, and again dug vainly for +relics of the forgotten race. At noon I rested, and in the afternoon I spent much +time tracing the walls and bygone streets, and the outlines of the nearly vanished +buildings. I saw that the city had been mighty indeed, and wondered at the +sources of its greatness. To myself I pictured all the spendours of an age so +distant that Chaldaea could not recall it, and thought of Sarnath the Doomed, +that stood in the land of Mnar when mankind was young, and of lb, that was +carven of grey stone before mankind existed. + +All at once I came upon a place where the bedrock rose stark through the sand +and formed a low cliff; and here I saw with joy what seemed to promise further +traces of the antediluvian people. Hewn rudely on the face of the cliff were the +unmistakable facades of several small, squat rock houses or temples; whose +interiors might preserve many secrets of ages too remote for calculation, though +sandstorms had long effaced any carvings which may have been outside. + +Very low and sand-choked were all the dark apertures near me, but I cleared one +with my spade and crawled through it, carrying a torch to reveal whatever +mysteries it might hold. When I was inside I saw that the cavern was indeed a +temple, and beheld plain signs of the race that had lived and worshipped before +the desert was a desert. Primitive altars, pillars, and niches, all curiously low, +were not absent; and though I saw no sculptures or frescoes, there were many +singular stones clearly shaped into symbols by artificial means. The lowness of + + + + +the chiselled chamber was very strange, for I could hardly kneel upright; but the +area was so great that my torch showed only part of it at a time. I shuddered +oddly in some of the far corners; for certain altars and stones suggested forgotten +rites of terrible, revolting and inexplicable nature and made me wonder what +manner of men could have made and frequented such a temple. When I had seen +all that the place contained, I crawled out again, avid to find what the temples +might yield. + +Night had now approached, yet the tangible things I had seen made curiosity +stronger than fear, so that I did not flee from the long mooncast shadows that +had daunted me when first I saw the nameless city. In the twilight I cleared +another aperture and with a new torch crawled into it, finding more vague +stones and symbols, though nothing more definite than the other temple had +contained. The room was just as low, but much less broad, ending in a very +narrow passage crowded with obscure and cryptical shrines. About these shrines +I was prying when the noise of a wind and my camel outside broke through the +stillness and drew me forth to see what could have frightened the beast. + +The moon was gleaming vividly over the primitive ruins, lighting a dense cloud +of sand that seemed blown by a strong but decreasing wind from some point +along the cliff ahead of me. I knew it was this chilly, sandy wind which had +disturbed the camel and was about to lead him to a place of better shelter when I +chanced to glance up and saw that there was no wind atop the cliff. This +astonished me and made me fearful again, but I immediately recalled the sudden +local winds that I had seen and heard before at sunrise and sunset, and judged it +was a normal thing. I decided it came from some rock fissure leading to a cave, +and watched the troubled sand to trace it to its source; soon perceiving that it +came from the black orifice of a temple a long distance south of me, almost out of +sight. Against the choking sand-cloud I plodded toward this temple, which as I +neared it loomed larger than the rest, and shewed a doorway far less clogged +with caked sand. I would have entered had not the terrific force of the icy wind +almost quenched my torch. It poured madly out of the dark door, sighing +uncannily as it ruffled the sand and spread among the weird ruins. Soon it grew +fainter and the sand grew more and more still, till finally all was at rest again; +but a presence seemed stalking among the spectral stones of the city, and when I +glanced at the moon it seemed to quiver as though mirrored in unquiet waters. I +was more afraid than I could explain, but not enough to dull my thirst for +wonder; so as soon as the wind was quite gone I crossed into the dark chamber +from which it had come. + +This temple, as I had fancied from the outside, was larger than either of those I +had visited before; and was presumably a natural cavern since it bore winds +from some region beyond. Here I could stand quite upright, but saw that the + + + + +stones and altars were as low as those in the other temples. On the walls and roof +I beheld for the first time some traces of the pictorial art of the ancient race, +curious curling streaks of paint that had almost faded or crumbled away; and on +two of the altars I saw with rising excitement a maze of well-fashioned +curvilinear carvings. As I held my torch aloft it seemed to me that the shape of +the roof was too regular to be natural, and I wondered what the prehistoric +cutters of stone had first worked upon. Their engineering skill must have been +vast. + +Then a brighter flare of the fantastic flame showed that form which I had been +seeking, the opening to those remoter abysses whence the sudden wind had +blown; and I grew faint when I saw that it was a small and plainly artificial door +chiselled in the solid rock. I thrust my torch within, beholding a black tunnel +with the roof arching low over a rough flight of very small, numerous and +steeply descending steps. I shall always see those steps in my dreams, for I came +to learn what they meant. At the time I hardly knew whether to call them steps +or mere footholds in a precipitous descent. My mind was whirling with mad +thoughts, and the words and warning of Arab prophets seemed to float across +the desert from the land that men know to the nameless city that men dare not +know. Yet I hesitated only for a moment before advancing through the portal +and commencing to climb cautiously down the steep passage, feet first, as +though on a ladder. + +It is only in the terrible phantasms of drugs or delirium that any other man can +have such a descent as mine. The narrow passage led infinitely down like some +hideous haunted well, and the torch I held above my head could not light the +unknown depths toward which I was crawling. I lost track of the hours and +forgot to consult my watch, though I was frightened when I thought of the +distance I must be traversing. There were changes of direction and of steepness; +and once I came to a long, low, level passage where I had to wriggle my feet first +along the rocky floor, holding torch at arm's length beyond my head. The place +was not high enough for kneeling. After that were more of the steep steps, and I +was still scrambling down interminably when my failing torch died out. I do not +think I noticed it at the time, for when I did notice it I was still holding it above +me as if it were ablaze. I was quite unbalanced with that instinct for the strange +and the unknown which had made me a wanderer upon earth and a haunter of +far, ancient, and forbidden places. + +In the darkness there flashed before my mind fragments of my cherished +treasury of daemonic lore; sentences from Alhazred the mad Arab, paragraphs +from the apocryphal nightmares of Damascius, and infamous lines from the +delirious Image du Monde of Gauthier de Metz. I repeated queer extracts, and +muttered of Afrasiab and the daemons that floated with him down the Oxus; + + + + +later chanting over and over again a phrase from one of Lord Dunsany's tales- +"The unreveberate blackness of the abyss." Once when the descent grew +amazingly steep I recited something in sing-song from Thomas Moore until I +feared to recite more: + + + +A reservoir of + +As witches' cauldrons + +With moon-drugs in + +Leaning to look + +Down thro' that + +As far as + +The jetty sides + +Looking as if + +With that dark +Throws out upon its slimy shore. + + + +darkness, black + +are, when fill'd + +th' eclipse distill' d + +if foot might pass + +chasm, I saw, beneath, + +vision could explore, + +as smooth as glass, + +just varnish'd o'er + +pitch the Seat of Death + + + +Time had quite ceased to exist when my feet again felt a level floor, and I found +myself in a place slightly higher than the rooms in the two smaller temples now +so incalculably far above my head. I could not quite stand, but could kneel +upright, and in the dark I shuffled and crept hither and thither at random. I soon +knew that I was in a narrow passage whose walls were lined with cases of wood +having glass fronts. As in that Palaeozoic and abysmal place I felt of such things +as polished wood and glass I shuddered at the possible implications. The cases +were apparently ranged along each side of the passage at regular intervals, and +were oblong and horizontal, hideously like coffins in shape and size. When I +tried to move two or three for further examination, I found that they were firmly +fastened. + +I saw that the passage was a long one, so floundered ahead rapidly in a creeping +run that would have seemed horrible had any eye watched me in the blackness; +crossing from side to side occasionally to feel of my surroundings and be sure +the walls and rows of cases still stretched on. Man is so used to thinking visually +that I almost forgot the darkness and pictured the endless corridor of wood and +glass in its low-studded monotony as though I saw it. And then in a moment of +indescribable emotion I did see it. + +Just when my fancy merged into real sight I cannot tell; but there came a gradual +glow ahead, and all at once I knew that I saw the dim outlines of a corridor and +the cases, revealed by some unknown subterranean phosphorescence. For a little +while all was exactly as I had imagined it, since the glow was very faint; but as I +mechanically kept stumbling ahead into the stronger light I realised that my +fancy had been but feeble. This hall was no relic of crudity like the temples in the +city above, but a monument of the most magnificent and exotic art. Rich, vivid. + + + + +and daringly fantastic designs and pictures formed a continuous scheme of +mural paintings whose lines and colours were beyond description. The cases +were of a strange golden wood, with fronts of exquisite glass, and containing the +mummified forms of creatures outreaching in grotesqueness the most chaotic +dreams of man. + +To convey any idea of these monstrosities is impossible. They were of the reptile +kind, with body lines suggesting sometimes the crocodile, sometimes the seal, +but more often nothing of which either the naturalist or the palaeontologist ever +heard. In size they approximated a small man, and their fore-legs bore delicate +and evident feet curiously like human hands and fingers. But strangest of all +were their heads, which presented a contour violating all know biological +principles. To nothing can such things be well compared - in one flash I thought +of comparisons as varied as the cat, the bullfrog, the mythic Satyr, and the +human being. Not Jove himself had had so colossal and protuberant a forehead, +yet the horns and the noselessness and the alligator-like jaw placed things +outside all established categories. I debated for a time on the reality of the +mummies, half suspecting they were artificial idols; but soon decided they were +indeed some palaeogean species which had lived when the nameless city was +alive. To crown their grotesqueness, most of them were gorgeously enrobed in +the costliest of fabrics, and lavishly laden with ornaments of gold, jewels, and +unknown shining metals. + +The importance of these crawling creatures must have been vast, for they held +first place among the wild designs on the frescoed walls and ceiling. With +matchless skill had the artist drawn them in a world of their own, wherein they +had cities and gardens fashioned to suit their dimensions; and I could not help +but think that their pictured history was allegorical, perhaps shewing the +progress of the race that worshipped them. These creatures, I said to myself, +were to men of the nameless city what the she-wolf was to Rome, or some totem- +beast is to a tribe of Indians. + +Holding this view, I could trace roughly a wonderful epic of the nameless city; +the tale of a mighty seacoast metropolis that ruled the world before Africa rose +out of the waves, and of its struggles as the sea shrank away, and the desert crept +into the fertile valley that held it. I saw its wars and triumphs, its troubles and +defeats, and afterwards its terrible fight against the desert when thousands of its +people - here represented in allegory by the grotesque reptiles - were driven to +chisel their way down though the rocks in some marvellous manner to another +world whereof their prophets had told them. It was all vividly weird and +realistic, and its connection with the awesome descent I had made was +unmistakable. I even recognized the passages. + + + + +As I crept along the corridor toward the brighter Hght I saw later stages of the +painted epic - the leave-taking of the race that had dwelt in the nameless city and +the valley around for ten million years; the race whose souls shrank from +quitting scenes their bodies had known so long where they had settled as +nomads in the earth's youth, hewing in the virgin rock those primal shrines at +which they had never ceased to worship. Now that the light was better I studied +the pictures more closely and, remembering that the strange reptiles must +represent the unknown men, pondered upon the customs of the nameless city. +Many things were peculiar and inexplicable. The civilization, which included a +written alphabet, had seemingly risen to a higher order than those immeasurably +later civilizations of Egypt and Chaldaea, yet there were curious omissions. I +could, for example, find no pictures to represent deaths or funeral customs, save +such as were related to wars, violence, and plagues; and I wondered at the +reticence shown concerning natural death. It was as though an ideal of +immortality had been fostered as a cheering illusion. + +Still nearer the end of the passage was painted scenes of the utmost +picturesqueness and extravagance: contrasted views of the nameless city in its +desertion and growing ruin, and of the strange new realm of paradise to which +the race had hewed its way through the stone. In these views the city and the +desert valley were shewn always by moonlight, golden nimbus hovering over +the fallen walls, and half-revealing the splendid perfection of former times, +shown spectrally and elusively by the artist. The paradisal scenes were almost +too extravagant to be believed, portraying a hidden world of eternal day filled +with glorious cities and ethereal hills and valleys. At the very last I thought I saw +signs of an artistic anticlimax. The paintings were less skillful, and much more +bizarre than even the wildest of the earlier scenes. They seemed to record a slow +decadence of the ancient stock, coupled with a growing ferocity toward the +outside world from which it was driven by the desert. The forms of the people - +always represented by the sacred reptiles - appeared to be gradually wasting +away, though their spirit as shewn hovering above the ruins by moonlight +gained in proportion. Emaciated priests, displayed as reptiles in ornate robes, +cursed the upper air and all who breathed it; and one terrible final scene shewed +a primitive-looking man, perhaps a pioneer of ancient Irem, the City of Pillars, +torn to pieces by members of the elder race. I remembered how the Arabs fear +the nameless city, and was glad that beyond this place the grey walls and ceiling +were bare. + +As I viewed the pageant of mural history I had approached very closely to the +end of the low-ceiled hall, and was aware of a gate through which came all of the +illuminating phosphorescence. Creeping up to it, I cried aloud in transcendent +amazement at what lay beyond; for instead of other and brighter chambers there +was only an illimitable void of uniform radiance, such one might fancy when + + + + +gazing down from the peak of Mount Everest upon a sea of sunlit mist. Behind +me was a passage so cramped that I could not stand upright in it; before me was +an infinity of subterranean effulgence. + +Reaching down from the passage into the abyss was the head of a steep flight of +steps - small numerous steps like those of black passages I had traversed - but +after a few feet the glowing vapours concealed everything. Swung back open +against the left-hand wall of the passage was a massive door of brass, incredibly +thick and decorated with fantastic bas-reliefs, which could if closed shut the +whole inner world of light away from the vaults and passages of rock. I looked at +the steps, and for the nonce dared not try them. I touched the open brass door, +and could not move it. Then I sank prone to the stone floor, my mind aflame +with prodigious reflections which not even a death-like exhaustion could banish. + +As I lay still with closed eyes, free to ponder, many things I had lightly noted in +the frescoes came back to me with new and terrible significance - scenes +representing the nameless city in its heyday - the vegetations of the valley +around it, and the distant lands with which its merchants traded. The allegory of +the crawling creatures puzzled me by its universal prominence, and I wondered +that it would be so closely followed in a pictured history of such importance. In +the frescoes the nameless city had been shewn in proportions fitted to the +reptiles. I wondered what its real proportions and magnificence had been, and +reflected a moment on certain oddities I had noticed in the ruins. I thought +curiously of the lowness of the primal temples and of the underground corridor, +which were doubtless hewn thus out of deference to the reptile deities there +honoured; though it perforce reduced the worshippers to crawling. Perhaps the +very rites here involved crawling in imitation of the creatures. No religious +theory, however, could easily explain why the level passages in that awesome +descent should be as low as the temples - or lower, since one could not even +kneel in it. As I thought of the crawling creatures, whose hideous mummified +forms were so close to me, I felt a new throb of fear. Mental associations are +curious, and I shrank from the idea that except for the poor primitive man torn to +pieces in the last painting, mine was the only human form amidst the many relics +and symbols of the primordial life. + +But as always in my strange and roving existence, wonder soon drove out fear; +for the luminous abyss and what it might contain presented a problem worthy of +the greatest explorer. That a weird world of mystery lay far down that flight of +peculiarly small steps I could not doubt, and I hoped to find there those human +memorials which the painted corridor had failed to give. The frescoes had +pictured unbelievable cities, and valleys in this lower realm, and my fancy dwelt +on the rich and colossal ruins that awaited me. + + + + +My fears, indeed, concerned the past rather than the future. Not even the +physical horror of my position in that cramped corridor of dead reptiles and +antediluvian frescoes, miles below the world I knew and faced by another world +of eery light and mist, could match the lethal dread I felt at the abysmal antiquity +of the scene and its soul. An ancientness so vast that measurement is feeble +seemed to leer down from the primal stones and rock-hewn temples of the +nameless city, while the very latest of the astounding maps in the frescoes +shewed oceans and continents that man has forgotten, with only here and there +some vaguely familiar outlines. Of what could have happened in the geological +ages since the paintings ceased and the death-hating race resentfully succumbed +to decay, no man might say. Life had once teemed in these caverns and in the +luminous realm beyond; now I was alone with vivid relics, and I trembled to +think of the countless ages through which these relics had kept a silent deserted +vigil. + +Suddenly there came another burst of that acute fear which had intermittently +seized me ever since I first saw the terrible valley and the nameless city under a +cold moon, and despite my exhaustion I found myself starting frantically to a +sitting posture and gazing back along the black corridor toward the tunnels that +rose to the outer world. My sensations were like those which had made me shun +the nameless city at night, and were as inexplicable as they were poignant. In +another moment, however, I received a still greater shock in the form of a +definite sound - the first which had broken the utter silence of these tomb-like +depths. It was a deep, low moaning, as of a distant throng of condemned spirits, +and came from the direction in which I was staring. Its volume rapidly grew, till +it soon reverberated frightfully through the low passage, and at the same time I +became conscious of an increasing draught of cold air, likewise flowing from the +tunnels and the city above. The touch of this air seemed to restore my balance, +for I instantly recalled the sudden gusts which had risen around the mouth of the +abyss each sunset and sunrise, one of which had indeed revealed the hidden +tunnels to me. I looked at my watch and saw that sunrise was near, so braced +myself to resist the gale that was sweeping down to its cavern home as it had +swept forth at evening. My fear again waned low, since a natural phenomenon +tends to dispel broodings over the unknown. + +More and more madly poured the shrieking, moaning night wind into the gulf of +the inner earth. I dropped prone again and clutched vainly at the floor for fear of +being swept bodily through the open gate into the phosphorescent abyss. Such +fury I had not expected, and as I grew aware of an actual slipping of my form +toward the abyss I was beset by a thousand new terrors of apprehension and +imagination. The malignancy of the blast awakened incredible fancies; once more +I compared myself shudderingly to the only human image in that frightful +corridor, the man who was torn to pieces by the nameless race, for in the fiendish + + + + +clawing of the swirling currents there seemed to abide a vindictive rage all the +stronger because it was largely impotent. I think I screamed frantically near the +last - I was almost mad - but if I did so my cries were lost in the hell-born babel +of the howling wind-wraiths. I tried to crawl against the murderous invisible +torrent, but I could not even hold my own as I was pushed slowly and +inexorably toward the unknown world. Finally reason must have wholly +snapped; for I fell to babbling over and over that unexplainable couplet of the +mad Arab Alhazred, who dreamed of the nameless city: + +That is not dead which can eternal lie. + +And with strange aeons even death may die. + +Only the grim brooding desert gods know what really took place-what +indescribable struggles and scrambles in the dark I endured or what Abaddon +guided me back to life, where I must always remember and shiver in the night +wind till oblivion - or worse - claims me. Monstrous, unnatural, colossal, was the +thing - too far beyond all the ideas of man to be believed except in the silent +damnable small hours of the morning when one cannot sleep. + +I have said that the fury of the rushing blast was infernal - cacodaemoniacal - and +that its voices were hideous with the pent-up viciousness of desolate eternities. +Presently these voices, while still chaotic before me, seemed to my beating brain +to take articulate form behind me; and down there in the grave of unnumbered +aeon-dead antiquities, leagues below the dawn-lit world of men, I heard the +ghastly cursing and snarling of strange-tongued fiends. Turning, I saw outlined +against the luminous aether of the abyss what could not be seen against the dusk +of the corridor - a nightmare horde of rushing devils; hate distorted, grotesquely +panoplied, half transparent devils of a race no man might mistake - the crawling +reptiles of the nameless city. + +And as the wind died away I was plunged into the ghoul-pooled darkness of +earth's bowels; for behind the last of the creatures the great brazen door clanged +shut with a deafening peal of metallic music whose reverberations swelled out to +the distant world to hail the rising sun as Memnon hails it from the banks of the +Nile. + + + + +The Other Gods + +Written on August 14, 1921 + +Published in November of 1933 in The Fantasy Fan + +Atop the tallest of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth, and suffer not man to +tell that he hath looked upon them. Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but ever +the men from the plains would scale the slopes of rock and snow, driving the +gods to higher and higher mountains till now only the last remains. When they +left their old peaks they took with them all signs of themselves, save once, it is +said, when they left a carven image on the face of the mountain which they called +Ngranek. + +But now they have betaken themselves to unknown Kadath in the cold waste +where no man treads, and are grown stern, having no higher peak whereto to +flee at the coming of men. They are grown stern, and where once they suffered +men to displace them, they now forbid men to come; or coming, to depart. It is +well for men that they know not of Kadath in the cold waste; else they would +seek injudiciously to scale it. + +Sometimes when earth's gods are homesick they visit in the still of the night the +peaks where once they dwelt, and weep softly as they try to play in the olden +way on remembered slopes. Men have felt the tears of the gods on white-capped +Thurai, though they have thought it rain; and have heard the sighs of the gods in +the plaintive dawn-winds of Lerion. In cloud-ships the gods are wont to travel, +and wise cotters have legends that keep them from certain high peaks at night +when it is cloudy, for the gods are not lenient as of old. + +In Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold +the gods of earth; a man deeply learned in the seven cryptical books of earth, and +familiar with the Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar. His name +was Barzai the Wise, and the villagers tell of how he went up a mountain on the +night of the strange eclipse. + +Barzai knew so much of the gods that he could tell of their comings and goings, +and guessed so many of their secrets that he was deemed half a god himself. It +was he who wisely advised the burgesses of Ulthar when they passed their +remarkable law against the slaying of cats, and who first told the young priest +Atal where it is that black cats go at midnight on St. John's Eve. Barzai was +learned in the lore of the earth's gods, and had gained a desire to look upon their +faces. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from + + + + +their wrath, so resolved to go up to the summit of high and rocky Hatheg-Kla on +a night when he knew the gods would be there. + +Hatheg-Kla is far in the stony desert beyond Hatheg, for which it is named, and +rises like a rock statue in a silent temple. Around its peak the mists play always +mournfully, for mists are the memories of the gods, and the gods loved Hatheg- +Kla when they dwelt upon it in the old days. Often the gods of earth visit +Hatheg-Kla in their ships of clouds, casting pale vapors over the slopes as they +dance reminiscently on the summit under a clear moon. The villagers of Hatheg +say it is ill to climb the Hatheg-Kla at any time, and deadly to climb it by night +when pale vapors hide the summit and the moon; but Barzai heeded them not +when he came from neighboring Ulthar with the young priest Atal, who was his +disciple. Atal was only the son of an innkeeper, and was sometimes afraid; but +Barzai's father had been a landgrave who dwelt in an ancient castle, so he had no +common superstition in his blood, and only laughed at the fearful cotters. + +Banzai and Atal went out of Hatheg into the stony desert despite the prayers of +peasants, and talked of earth's gods by their campfires at night. Many days they +traveled, and from afar saw lofty Hatheg-Kla with his aureole of mournful mist. +On the thirteenth day they reached the mountain's lonely base, and Atal spoke of +his fears. But Barzai was old and learned and had no fears, so led the way up the +slope that no man had scaled since the time of Sansu, who is written of with +fright in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. + +The way was rocky, and made perilous by chasms, cliffs, and falling stones. Later +it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they hewed +and plodded upward with staves and axes. Finally the air grew thin, and the sky +changed color, and the climbers found it hard to breathe; but still they toiled up +and up, marveling at the strangeness of the scene and thrilling at the thought of +what would happen on the summit when the moon was out and the pale +vapours spread around. For three days they climbed higher and higher toward +the roof of the world; then they camped to wait for the clouding of the moon. + +For four nights no clouds came, and the moon shone down cold through the thin +mournful mist around the silent pinnacle. Then on the fifth night, which was the +night of the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the north, and stayed +up with Atal to watch them draw near. Thick and majestic they sailed, slowly +and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the peak high above the +watchers, and hiding the moon and the summit from view. For a long hour the +watchers gazed, whilst the vapours swirled and the screen of clouds grew thicker +and more restless. Barzai was wise in the lore of earth's gods, and listened hard +for certain sounds, but Atal felt the chill of the vapours and the awe of the night. + + + + +and feared much. And when Barzai began to cHmb higher and beckon eagerly, it +was long before Atal would follow. + +So thick were the vapours that the way was hard, and though Atal followed at +last, he could scarce see the gray shape of Barzai on the dim slope above in the +clouded moonlight. Barzai forged very far ahead, and seemed despite his age to +climb more easily than Atal; fearing not the steepness that began to grow too +great for any save a strong and dauntless man, nor pausing at wide black chasms +that Atal could scarce leap. And so they went up wildly over rocks and gulfs, +slipping and stumbling, and sometimes awed at the vastness and horrible silence +of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps. + +Very suddenly Barzai went out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed +to bulge outward and block the path for any climber not inspired of earth's gods. +Atal was far below, and planning what he should do when he reached the place, +when curiously he noticed that the light had grown strong, as if the cloudless +peak and moonlit meetingplace of the gods were very near. And as he scrambled +on toward the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt fears more shocking than any he +had known before. Then through the high mists he heard the voice of Barzai +shouting wildly in delight: + +"I have heard the gods. I have heard earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg- +Kla! The voices of earth's gods are known to Barzai the Prophet! The mists are +thin and the moon is bright, and I shall see the gods dancing wildly on Hatheg- +Kla that they loved in youth. The wisdom of Barzai hath made him greater than +earth's gods, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai +will behold the gods, the proud gods, the secret gods, the gods of earth who +spurn the sight of man!" + +Atal could not hear the voices Barzai heard, but he was now close to the bulging +cliff and scanning it for footholds. Then he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and +louder: + +"The mist is very thin, and the moon casts shadows on the slope; the voices of +earth's gods are high and wild, and they fear the coming of Barzai the Wise, who +is greater than they... The moon's light flickers, as earth's gods dance against it; I +shall see the dancing forms of the gods that leap and howl in the moonlight. . . +The light is dimmer and the gods are afraid. . ." + +Whilst Barzai was shouting these things Atal felt a spectral change in all the air, +as if the laws of earth were bowing to greater laws; for though the way was +steeper than ever, the upward path was now grown fearsomely easy, and the +bulging cliff proved scarce an obstacle when he reached it and slid perilously up + + + + +its convex face. The light of the moon had strangely failed, and as Atal plunged +upward through the mists he heard Barzai the Wise shrieking in the shadows: + +"The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for +upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's +gods. . . There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for the screams of the frightened +gods have turned to laughter, and the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the +black heavens whither I am plunging... Hei! Hei! At last! In the dim light I +behold the gods of earth!" + +And now Atal, slipping dizzily up over inconceivable steeps, heard in the dark a +loathsome laughing, mixed with such a cry as no man else ever heard save in the +Phlegethon of unrelatable nightmares; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and +anguish of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: + +"The other gods! The other gods! The gods of the outer hells that guard the feeble +gods of earth!... Look away... Go back... Do not see! Do not see! The vengeance +of the infinite abysses... That cursed, that damnable pit... Merciful gods of earth, +I am falling into the sky!" + +And as Atal shut his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to hump downward +against the frightful pull from unknown heights, there resounded on Hatheg-Kla +that terrible peal of thunder which awaked the good cotters of the plains and the +honest burgesses of Hatheg, Nir and Ulthar, and caused them to behold through +the clouds that strange eclipse of the moon that no book ever predicted. And +when the moon came out at last Atal was safe on the lower snows of the +mountain without sight of earth's gods, or of the other gods. + +Now it is told in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but +wordless ice and rock when he did climb Hatheg-Kla in the youth of the world. +Yet when the men of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled +that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise, they found graven in the +naked stone of the summit a curious and cyclopean symbol fifty cubits wide, as if +the rock had been riven by some titanic chisel. And the symbol was like to one +that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the Pnakotic +Manuscripts which were too ancient to be read. This they found. + +Barzai the Wise they never found, nor could the holy priest Atal ever be +persuaded to pray for his soul's repose. Moreover, to this day the people of +Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg fear eclipses, and pray by night when pale vapors +hide the mountain-top and the moon. And above the mists on Hatheg-Kla, +earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently; for they know they are safe, and +love to come from unknown Kadath in ships of clouds and play in the olden + + + + +way, as they did when earth was new and men not given to the chmbing of +inaccessible places. + + + + +The Outsider + +Written in 1921 + +Published in April of 1926 in Weird Tales + +Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. +Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers +with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed +watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees +that silently wave twisted branches far aloft. Such a lot the gods gave to me - to +me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the broken. And yet I am strangely +content and cling desperately to those sere memories, when my mind +momentarily threatens to reach beyond to the other. + +I know not where I was born, save that the castle was infinitely old and infinitely +horrible, full of dark passages and having high ceilings where the eye could find +only cobwebs and shadows. The stones in the crumbling corridors seemed +always hideously damp, and there was an accursed smell everywhere, as of the +piled-up corpses of dead generations. It was never light, so that I used sometimes +to light candles and gaze steadily at them for relief, nor was there any sun +outdoors, since the terrible trees grew high above the topmost accessible tower. +There was one black tower which reached above the trees into the unknown +outer sky, but that was partly ruined and could not be ascended save by a well- +nigh impossible climb up the sheer wall, stone by stone. + +I must have lived years in this place, but I cannot measure the time. Beings must +have cared for my needs, yet I cannot recall any person except myself, or +anything alive but the noiseless rats and bats and spiders. I think that whoever +nursed me must have been shockingly aged, since my first conception of a living +person was that of somebody mockingly like myself, yet distorted, shrivelled, +and decaying like the castle. To me there was nothing grotesque in the bones and +skeletons that strewed some of the stone crypts deep down among the +foundations. I fantastically associated these things with everyday events, and +thought them more natural than the coloured pictures of living beings which I +found in many of the mouldy books. From such books I learned all that I know. +No teacher urged or guided me, and I do not recall hearing any human voice in +all those years - not even my own; for although I had read of speech, I had never +thought to try to speak aloud. My aspect was a matter equally unthought of, for +there were no mirrors in the castle, and I merely regarded myself by instinct as +akin to the youthful figures I saw drawn and painted in the books. I felt +conscious of youth because I remembered so little. + + + + +Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often he +and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly +picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests. +Once I tried to escape from the forest, but as I went farther from the castle the +shade grew denser and the air more filled with brooding fear; so that I ran +frantically back lest I lose my way in a labyrinth of nighted silence. + +So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I +waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic +that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined +tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I +resolved to scale that tower, fall though I might; since it were better to glimpse +the sky and perish, than to live without ever beholding day. + +In the dank twilight I climbed the worn and aged stone stairs till I reached the +level where they ceased, and thereafter clung perilously to small footholds +leading upward. Ghastly and terrible was that dead, stairless cylinder of rock; +black, ruined, and deserted, and sinister with startled bats whose wings made no +noise. But more ghastly and terrible still was the slowness of my progress; for +climb as I might, the darkness overhead grew no thinner, and a new chill as of +haunted and venerable mould assailed me. I shivered as I wondered why I did +not reach the light, and would have looked down had I dared. I fancied that +night had come suddenly upon me, and vainly groped with one free hand for a +window embrasure, that I might peer out and above, and try to judge the height I +had once attained. + +All at once, after an infinity of awesome, sightless, crawling up that concave and +desperate precipice, I felt my head touch a solid thing, and I knew I must have +gained the roof, or at least some kind of floor. In the darkness I raised my free +hand and tested the barrier, finding it stone and immovable. Then came a deadly +circuit of the tower, clinging to whatever holds the slimy wall could give; till +finally my testing hand found the barrier yielding, and I turned upward again, +pushing the slab or door with my head as I used both hands in my fearful ascent. +There was no light revealed above, and as my hands went higher I knew that my +climb was for the nonce ended; since the slab was the trapdoor of an aperture +leading to a level stone surface of greater circumference than the lower tower, no +doubt the floor of some lofty and capacious observation chamber. I crawled +through carefully, and tried to prevent the heavy slab from falling back into +place, but failed in the latter attempt. As I lay exhausted on the stone floor I +heard the eerie echoes of its fall, hoped when necessary to pry it up again. + +Believing I was now at prodigious height, far above the accursed branches of the +wood, I dragged myself up from the floor and fumbled about for windows, that I + + + + +might look for the first time upon the sky, and the moon and stars of which I had +read. But on every hand I was disappointed; since all that I found were vast +shelves of marble, bearing odious oblong boxes of disturbing size. More and +more I reflected, and wondered what hoary secrets might abide in this high +apartment so many aeons cut off from the castle below. Then unexpectedly my +hands came upon a doorway, where hung a portal of stone, rough with strange +chiselling. Trying it, I found it locked; but with a supreme burst of strength I +overcame all obstacles and dragged it open inward. As I did so there came to me +the purest ecstasy I have ever known; for shining tranquilly through an ornate +grating of iron, and down a short stone passageway of steps that ascended from +the newly found doorway, was the radiant full moon, which I had never before +seen save in dreams and in vague visions I dared not call memories. + +Fancying now that I had attained the very pinnacle of the castle, I commenced to +rush up the few steps beyond the door; but the sudden veiling of the moon by a +cloud caused me to stumble, and I felt my way more slowly in the dark. It was +still very dark when I reached the grating - which I tried carefully and found +unlocked, but which I did not open for fear of falling from the amazing height to +which I had climbed. Then the moon came out. + +Most demoniacal of all shocks is that of the abysmally unexpected and +grotesquely unbelievable. Nothing I had before undergone could compare in +terror with what I now saw; with the bizarre marvels that sight implied. The +sight itself was as simple as it was stupefying, for it was merely this: instead of a +dizzying prospect of treetops seen from a lofty eminence, there stretched around +me on the level through the grating nothing less than the solid ground, decked +and diversified by marble slabs and columns, and overshadowed by an ancient +stone church, whose ruined spire gleamed spectrally in the moonlight. + +Half unconscious, I opened the grating and staggered out upon the white gravel +path that stretched away in two directions. My mind, stunned and chaotic as it +was, still held the frantic craving for light; and not even the fantastic wonder +which had happened could stay my course. I neither knew nor cared whether my +experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze on +brilliance and gaiety at any cost. I knew not who I was or what I was, or what my +surroundings might be; though as I continued to stumble along I became +conscious of a kind of fearsome latent memory that made my progress not +wholly fortuitous. I passed under an arch out of that region of slabs and +columns, and wandered through the open country; sometimes following the +visible road, but sometimes leaving it curiously to tread across meadows where +only occasional ruins bespoke the ancient presence of a forgotten road. Once I +swam across a swift river where crumbling, mossy masonry told of a bridge long +vanished. + + + + +Over two hours must have passed before I reached what seemed to be my goal, a +venerable ivied castle in a thickly wooded park, maddeningly familiar, yet full of +perplexing strangeness to me. I saw that the moat was filled in, and that some of +the well-known towers were demolished, whilst new wings existed to confuse +the beholder. But what I observed with chief interest and delight were the open +windows - gorgeously ablaze with light and sending forth sound of the gayest +revelry. Advancing to one of these I looked in and saw an oddly dressed +company indeed; making merry, and speaking brightly to one another. I had +never, seemingly, heard human speech before and could guess only vaguely +what was said. Some of the faces seemed to hold expressions that brought up +incredibly remote recollections, others were utterly alien. + +I now stepped through the low window into the brilliantly lighted room, +stepping as I did so from my single bright moment of hope to my blackest +convulsion of despair and realization. The nightmare was quick to come, for as I +entered, there occurred immediately one of the most terrifying demonstrations I +had ever conceived. Scarcely had I crossed the sill when there descended upon +the whole company a sudden and unheralded fear of hideous intensity, +distorting every face and evoking the most horrible screams from nearly every +throat. Flight was universal, and in the clamour and panic several fell in a swoon +and were dragged away by their madly fleeing companions. Many covered their +eyes with their hands, and plunged blindly and awkwardly in their race to +escape, overturning furniture and stumbling against the walls before they +managed to reach one of the many doors. + +The cries were shocking; and as I stood in the brilliant apartment alone and +dazed, listening to their vanishing echoes, I trembled at the thought of what +might be lurking near me unseen. At a casual inspection the room seemed +deserted, but when I moved towards one of the alcoves I thought I detected a +presence there - a hint of motion beyond the golden-arched doorway leading to +another and somewhat similar room. As I approached the arch I began to +perceive the presence more clearly; and then, with the first and last sound I ever +uttered - a ghastly ululation that revolted me almost as poignantly as its noxious +cause - I beheld in full, frightful vividness the inconceivable, indescribable, and +unmentionable monstrosity which had by its simple appearance changed a +merry company to a herd of delirious fugitives. + +I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, +uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of +decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome +revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. +God knows it was not of this world - or no longer of this world - yet to my horror +I saw in its eaten-away and bone-revealing outlines a leering, abhorrent travesty + + + + +on the human shape; and in its mouldy, disintegrating apparel an unspeakable +quality that chilled me even more. + +I was almost paralysed, but not too much so to make a feeble effort towards +flight; a backward stumble which failed to break the spell in which the nameless, +voiceless monster held me. My eyes bewitched by the glassy orbs which stared +loathsomely into them, refused to close; though they were mercifully blurred, +and showed the terrible object but indistinctly after the first shock. I tried to raise +my hand to shut out the sight, yet so stunned were my nerves that my arm could +not fully obey my will. The attempt, however, was enough to disturb my +balance; so that I had to stagger forward several steps to avoid falling. As I did so +I became suddenly and agonizingly aware of the nearness of the carrion thing, +whose hideous hollow breathing I half fancied I could hear. Nearly mad, I found +myself yet able to throw out a hand to ward off the foetid apparition which +pressed so close; when in one cataclysmic second of cosmic nightmarishness and +hellish accident my fingers touched the rotting outstretched paw of the monster +beneath the golden arch. + +I did not shriek, but all the fiendish ghouls that ride the nightwind shrieked for +me as in that same second there crashed down upon my mind a single fleeting +avalanche of soul-annihilating memory. I knew in that second all that had been; I +remembered beyond the frightful castle and the trees, and recognized the altered +edifice in which I now stood; I recognized, most terrible of all, the unholy +abomination that stood leering before me as I withdrew my sullied fingers from +its own. + +But in the cosmos there is balm as well as bitterness, and that balm is nepenthe. +In the supreme horror of that second I forgot what had horrified me, and the +burst of black memory vanished in a chaos of echoing images. In a dream I fled +from that haunted and accursed pile, and ran swiftly and silently in the +moonlight. When I returned to the churchyard place of marble and went down +the steps I found the stone trap-door immovable; but I was not sorry, for I had +hated the antique castle and the trees. Now I ride with the mocking and friendly +ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs of Nephren- +Ka in the sealed and unknown valley of Hadoth by the Nile. I know that light is +not for me, save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb, nor any gaiety save +the unnamed feasts of Nitokris beneath the Great Pyramid; yet in my new +wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. + +For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a +stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known +ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded + + + + +frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of +polished glass. + + + + +The Picture in the House + +Written on December 12, 1919 + +Published in July of 1920 in The National Amateur + +Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of +Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to +the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed +steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood +and the desolate mountain are their shrines, and they linger around the sinister +monoliths on uninhabited islands. But the true epicure in the terrible, to whom a +new thrill of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end and justification of existence, +esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods New England; +for there the dark elements of strength, solitude, grotesqueness and ignorance +combine to form the perfection of the hideous. + +Most horrible of all sights are the little unpainted wooden houses remote from +travelled ways, usually squatted upon some damp grassy slope or leaning +against some gigantic outcropping of rock. Two hundred years and more they +have leaned or squatted there, while the vines have crawled and the trees have +swelled and spread. They are almost hidden now in lawless luxuriances of green +and guardian shrouds of shadow; but the small-paned windows still stare +shockingly, as if blinking through a lethal stupor which wards off madness by +dulling the memory of unutterable things. + +In such houses have dwelt generations of strange people, whose like the world +has never seen. Seized with a gloomy and fanatical belief which exiled them from +their kind, their ancestors sought the wilderness for freedom. There the scions of +a conquering race indeed flourished free from the restrictions of their fellows, but +cowered in an appalling slavery to the dismal phantasms of their own minds. +Divorced from the enlightenment of civilization, the strength of these Puritans +turned into singular channels; and in their isolation, morbid self-repression, and +struggle for life with relentless Nature, there came to them dark furtive traits +from the prehistoric depths of their cold Northern heritage. By necessity practical +and by philosophy stern, these folks were not beautiful in their sins. Erring as all +mortals must, they were forced by their rigid code to seek concealment above all +else; so that they came to use less and less taste in what they concealed. Only the +silent, sleepy, staring houses in the backwoods can tell all that has lain hidden +since the early days, and they are not communicative, being loath to shake off the +drowsiness which helps them forget. Sometimes one feels that it would be +merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. + + + + +It was to a time-battered edifice of this description that I was driven one +afternoon in November, 1896, by a rain of such chilHng copiousness that any +shelter was preferable to exposure. I had been travelling for some time amongst +the people of the Miskatonic Valley in quest of certain genealogical data; and +from the remote, devious, and problematical nature of my course, had deemed it +convenient to employ a bicycle despite the lateness of the season. Now I found +myself upon an apparently abandoned road which I had chosen as the shortest +cut to Arkham, overtaken by the storm at a point far from any town, and +confronted with no refuge save the antique and repellent wooden building +which blinked with bleared windows from between two huge leafless elms near +the foot of a rocky hill. Distant though it is from the remnant of a road, this house +none the less impressed me unfavorably the very moment I espied it. Honest, +wholesome structures do not stare at travellers so slyly and hauntingly, and in +my genealogical researches I had encountered legends of a century before which +biased me against places of this kind. Yet the force of the elements was such as to +overcome my scruples, and I did not hesitate to wheel my machine up the weedy +rise to the closed door which seemed at once so suggestive and secretive. + +I had somehow taken it for granted that the house was abandoned, yet as I +approached it I was not so sure, for though the walks were indeed overgrown +with weeds, they seemed to retain their nature a little too well to argue complete +desertion. Therefore instead of trying the door I knocked, feeling as I did so a +trepidation I could scarcely explain. As I waited on the rough, mossy rock which +served as a door-step, I glanced at the neighboring windows and the panes of the +transom above me, and noticed that although old, rattling, and almost opaque +with dirt, they were not broken. The building, then, must still be inhabited, +despite its isolation and general neglect. However, my rapping evoked no +response, so after repeating the summons I tried the rusty latch and found the +door unfastened. Inside was a little vestibule with walls from which the plaster +was falling, and through the doorway came a faint but peculiarly hateful odor. I +entered, carrying my bicycle, and closed the door behind me. Ahead rose a +narrow staircase, flanked by a small door probably leading to the cellar, while to +the left and right were closed doors leading to rooms on the ground floor. + +Leaning my cycle against the wall I opened the door at the left, and crossed into +a small low-ceiled chamber but dimly lighted by its two dusty windows and +furnished in the barest and most primitive possible way. It appeared to be a kind +of sitting-room, for it had a table and several chairs, and an immense fireplace +above which ticked an antique clock on a mantel. Books and papers were very +few, and in the prevailing gloom I could not readily discern the titles. What +interested me was the uniform air of archaism as displayed in every visible +detail. Most of the houses in this region I had found rich in relics of the past, but +here the antiquity was curiously complete; for in all the room I could not + + + + +discover a single article of definitely post-revolutionary date. Had the +furnishings been less humble, the place would have been a collector's paradise. + +As I surveyed this quaint apartment, I felt an increase in that aversion first +excited by the bleak exterior of the house. Just what it was that I feared or +loathed, I could by no means define; but something in the whole atmosphere +seemed redolent of unhallowed age, of unpleasant crudeness, and of secrets +which should be forgotten. I felt disinclined to sit down, and wandered about +examining the various articles which I had noticed. The first object of my +curiosity was a book of medium size lying upon the table and presenting such an +antediluvian aspect that I marvelled at beholding it outside a museum or library. +It was bound in leather with metal fittings, and was in an excellent state of +preservation; being altogether an unusual sort of volume to encounter in an +abode so lowly. When I opened it to the title page my wonder grew even greater, +for it proved to be nothing less rare than Pigafetta's account of the Congo region, +written in Latin from the notes of the sailor Lopex and printed at Frankfurt in +1598. I had often heard of this work, with its curious illustrations by the brothers +De Bry, hence for a moment forgot my uneasiness in my desire to turn the pages +before me. The engravings were indeed interesting, drawn wholly from +imagination and careless descriptions, and represented negroes with white skins +and Caucasian features; nor would I soon have closed the book had not an +exceedingly trivial circumstance upset my tired nerves and revived my sensation +of disquiet. What annoyed me was merely the persistent way in which the +volume tended to fall open of itself at Plate XII, which represented in gruesome +detail a butcher's shop of the cannibal Anziques. I experienced some shame at +my susceptibility to so slight a thing, but the drawing nevertheless disturbed me, +especially in connection with some adjacent passages descriptive of Anzique +gastronomy. + +I had turned to a neighboring shelf and was examining its meagre literary +contents - an eighteenth century Bible, a "Pilgrim's Progress" of like period, +illustrated with grotesque woodcuts and printed by the almanack-maker Isaiah +Thomas, the rotting bulk of Cotton Mather's "Magnalia Christi Americana," and +a few other books of evidently equal age - when my attention was aroused by the +unmistakable sound of walking in the room overhead. At first astonished and +startled, considering the lack of response to my recent knocking at the door, I +immediately afterward concluded that the walker had just awakened from a +sound sleep, and listened with less surprise as the footsteps sounded on the +creaking stairs. The tread was heavy, yet seemed to contain a curious quality of +cautiousness; a quality which I disliked the more because the tread was heavy. +When I had entered the room I had shut the door behind me. Now, after a +moment of silence during which the walker may have been inspecting my + + + + +bicycle in the hall, I heard a fumbling at the latch and saw the paneled portal +swing open again. + +In the doorway stood a person of such singular appearance that I should have +exclaimed aloud but for the restraints of good breeding. Old, white-bearded, and +ragged, my host possessed a countenance and physique which inspired equal +wonder and respect. His height could not have been less than six feet, and +despite a general air of age and poverty he was stout and powerful in +proportion. His face, almost hidden by a long beard which grew high on the +cheeks, seemed abnormally ruddy and less wrinkled than one might expect; +while over a high forehead fell a shock of white hair little thinned by the years. +His blue eyes, though a trifle bloodshot, seemed inexplicably keen and burning. +But for his horrible unkemptness the man would have been as distinguished- +looking as he was impressive. This unkemptness, however, made him offensive +despite his face and figure. Of what his clothing consisted I could hardly tell, for +it seemed to me no more than a mass of tatters surmounting a pair of high, heavy +boots; and his lack of cleanliness surpassed description. + +The appearance of this man, and the instinctive fear he inspired, prepared me for +something like enmity; so that I almost shuddered through surprise and a sense +of uncanny incongruity when he motioned me to a chair and addressed me in a +thin, weak voice full of fawning respect and ingratiating hospitality. His speech +was very curious, an extreme form of Yankee dialect I had thought long extinct; +and I studied it closely as he sat down opposite me for conversation. + +"Ketched in the rain, be ye?" he greeted. "Glad ye was nigh the haouse en' hed +the sense ta come right in. I calc'late I was alseep, else I'd a heerd ye-I ain't as +young as I uster be, an' I need a paowerful sight o' naps naowadays. Trav'lin fur? +I hain't seed many folks 'long this rud sence they tuk off the Arkham stage." + +I replied that I was going to Arkham, and apologized for my rude entry into his +domicile, whereupon he continued. + +"Glad ta see ye, young Sir - new faces is scurce arount here, an' I hain't got much +ta cheer me up these days. Guess yew hail from Bosting, don't ye? I never ben +thar, but I kin tell a taown man when I see 'im - we hed one fer deestrick +schoolmaster in 'eighty-four, but he quit suddent an' no one never heerd on 'im +sence - " here the old man lapsed into a kind of chuckle, and made no +explanation when I questioned him. He seemed to be in an aboundingly good +humor, yet to possess those eccentricities which one might guess from his +grooming. For some time he rambled on with an almost feverish geniality, when +it struck me to ask him how he came by so rare a book as Pigafetta's "Regnum +Congo." The effect of this volume had not left me, and I felt a certain hesitancy in + + + + +speaking of it, but curiosity overmastered all the vague fears which had steadily +accumulated since my first glimpse of the house. To my relief, the question did +not seem an awkward one, for the old man answered freely and volubly. + +"Oh, that Afriky book? Cap'n Ebenezer Holt traded me thet in 'sixty-eight - him +as was kilt in the war." Something about the name of Ebenezer Holt caused me +to look up sharply. I had encountered it in my genealogical work, but not in any +record since the Revolution. I wondered if my host could help me in the task at +which I was laboring, and resolved to ask him about it later on. He continued. + +"Ebenezer was on a Salem merchantman for years, an' picked up a sight o' queer +stuff in every port. He got this in London, I guess - he uster like ter buy things at +the shops. I was up ta his haouse onct, on the hill, tradin' bosses, when I see this +book. I relished the picters, so he give it in on a swap. 'Tis a queer book - here, +leave me git on my spectacles-" The old man fumbled among his rags, producing +a pair of dirty and amazingly antique glasses with small octagonal lenses and +steel bows. Donning these, he reached for the volume on the table and turned the +pages lovingly. + +"Ebenezer cud read a leetle o' this-'tis Latin - but I can't. I had two er three +schoolmasters read me a bit, and Passon Clark, him they say got draownded in +the pond - kin yew make anything outen it?" I told him that I could, and +translated for his benefit a paragraph near the beginning. If I erred, he was not +scholar enough to correct me; for he seemed childishly pleased at my English +version. His proximity was becoming rather obnoxious, yet I saw no way to +escape without offending him. I was amused at the childish fondness of this +ignorant old man for the pictures in a book he could not read, and wondered +how much better he could read the few books in English which adorned the +room. This revelation of simplicity removed much of the ill-defined +apprehension I had felt, and I smiled as my host rambled on: + +"Queer haow picters kin set a body thinkin'. Take this un here near the front. +Hey yew ever seed trees like thet, with big leaves a floppin' over an' daown? +And them men - them can't be niggers - they dew beat all. Kinder like Injuns, I +guess, even ef they be in Afriky. Some o' these here critters looks like monkeys, +or half monkeys an' half men, but I never heerd o' nothin' like this un." Here he +pointed to a fabulous creature of the artist, which one might describe as a sort of +dragon with the head of an alligator. + +"But naow I'll show ye the best un - over here nigh the middle - "The old man's +speech grew a trifle thicker and his eyes assumed a brighter glow; but his +fumbling hands, though seemingly clumsier than before, were entirely adequate +to their mission. The book fell open, almost of its own accord and as if from + + + + +frequent consultation at this place, to the repellent twelfth plate showing a +butcher's shop amongst the Anzique cannibals. My sense of restlessness +returned, though I did not exhibit it. The especially bizarre thing was that the +artist had made his Africans look like white men - the limbs and quarters +hanging about the walls of the shop were ghastly, while the butcher with his axe +was hideously incongruous. But my host seemed to relish the view as much as I +disliked it. + +"What d'ye think o' this - ain't never see the like hereabouts, eh? When I see this +I felled Eb Holt, 'That's suthin' ta stir ye up an' make yer blood tickle.' When I +read in Scripter about slayin' - like them Midianites was slew - I kinder think +things, but I ain't got no picter of it. Here a body kin see all they is to it - I s'pose +'tis sinful, but ain't we all born an' livin' in sin? - Thet feller bein' chopped up +gives me a tickle every time I look at 'im - I hey ta keep lookin' at 'im - see whar +the butcher cut off his feet? Thar's his head on thet bench, with one arm side of it, +an' t'other arm's on the other side o' the meat block." + +As the man mumbled on in his shocking ecstasy the expression on his hairy, +spectacled face became indescribable, but his voice sank rather than mounted. +My own sensations can scarcely be recorded. All the terror I had dimly felt +before rushed upon me actively and vividly, and I knew that I loathed the +ancient and abhorrent creature so near me with an infinite intensity. His +madness, or at least his partial perversion, seemed beyond dispute. He was +almost whispering now, with a huskiness more terrible than a scream, and I +trembled as I listened. + +"As I says, 'tis queer haow picters sets ye thinkin'. D'ye know, young Sir, I'm +right sot on this un here. Arter I got the book off Eb I uster look at it a lot, +especial when I'd heerd Passon Clark rant o' Sundays in his big wig. Onct I tried +suthin' funny - here, young Sir, don't git skeert - all I done was ter look at the +picter afore I kilt the sheep for market - killin' sheep was kinder more fun arter +lookin' at it - " The tone of the old man now sank very low, sometimes becoming +so faint that his words were hardly audible. I listened to the rain, and to the +rattling of the bleared, small-paned windows, and marked a rumbling of +approaching thunder quite unusual for the season. Once a terrific flash and peal +shook the frail house to its foundations, but the whisperer seemed not to notice +it. + +"Killin' sheep was kinder more fun - but d'ye know, 'twan't quite satisfyin'. +Queer haow a cravin' gits a holt on ye - As ye love the Almighty, young man, +don't tell nobody, but I swar ter Gawd thet picter begun to make me hungry fer +victuals I couldn't raise nor buy - here, set still, what's ailin' ye? - I didn't do +nothin', only I wondered haow 'twud be ef I did - They say meat makes blood + + + + +an' flesh, an' gives ye new life, so I wondered ef 'twudn't make a man live longer +an' longer ef 'twas more the same - " But the whisperer never continued. The +interruption was not produced by my fright, nor by the rapidly increasing storm +amidst whose fury I was presently to open my eyes on a smoky solitude of +blackened ruins. It was produced by a very simple though somewhat unusual +happening. + +The open book lay flat between us, with the picture staring repulsively upward. +As the old man whispered the words "more the same" a tiny splattering impact +was heard, and something showed on the yellowed paper of the upturned +volume. I thought of the rain and of a leaky roof, but rain is not red. On the +butcher's shop of the Anzique cannibals a small red spattering glistened +picturesquely, lending vividness to the horror of the engraving. The old man saw +it, and stopped whispering even before my expression of horror made it +necessary; saw it and glanced quickly toward the floor of the room he had left an +hour before. I followed his glance, and beheld just above us on the loose plaster +of the ancient ceiling a large irregular spot of wet crimson which seemed to +spread even as I viewed it. I did not shriek or move, but merely shut my eyes. A +moment later came the titanic thunderbolt of thunderbolts; blasting that accursed +house of unutterable secrets and bringing the oblivion which alone saved my +mind. + + + + +The Quest of Iranon + +Written on Feb 28, 1921 + +Published in July through August of 1935 in The Galleon + +Into the granite city of Teloth wandered the youth, vine-crowned, his yellow hair +glistening with myrrh and his purple robe torn with briers of the mountain +Sidrak that lies across the antique bridge of stone. The men of Teloth are dark +and stern, and dwell in square houses, and with frowns they asked the stranger +whence he had come and what were his name and fortune. So the youth +answered: + +"I am Iranon, and come from Air a, a far city that I recall only dimly but seek to +find again. I am a singer of songs that I learned in the far city, and my calling is +to make beauty with the things remembered of childhood. My wealth is in little +memories and dreams, and in hopes that I sing in gardens when the moon is +tender and the west wind stirs the lotus-buds." + +When the men of Teloth heard these things they whispered to one another; for +though in the granite city there is no laughter or song, the stern men sometimes +look to the Karthian hills in the spring and think of the lutes of distant Oonai +whereof travellers have told. And thinking thus, they bade the stranger stay and +sing in the square before the Tower of Mlin, though they liked not the colour of +his tattered robe, nor the myrrh in his hair, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves, nor the +youth in his golden voice. At evening Iranon sang, and while he sang an old man +prayed and a blind man said he saw a nimbus over the singer's head. But most of +the men of Teloth yawned, and some laughed and some went to sleep; for Iranon +told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his dreams, and his hopes. + +"I remember the twilight, the moon, and soft songs, and the window where I was +rocked to sleep. And through the window was the street where the golden lights +came, and where the shadows danced on houses of marble. I remember the +square of moonlight on the floor, that was not like any other light, and the +visions that danced on the moonbeams when my mother sang to me. And too, I +remember the sun of morning bright above the many-coloured hills in summer, +and the sweetness of flowers borne on the south wind that made the trees sing. + +"Oh Aira, city of marble and beryl, how many are thy beauties! How I loved the +warm and fragrant groves across the hyline Nithra, and the falls of the tiny Kra +that flowed though the verdant valley! In those groves and in the vale the +children wove wreathes for one another, and at dusk I dreamed strange dreams + + + + +under the yath-trees on the mountain as I saw below me the Hghts of the city, +and the curving Nithra reflecting a ribbon of stars. + +"And in the city were the palaces of veined and tinted marble, with golden +domes and painted walls, and green gardens with cerulean pools and crystal +fountains. Often I played in the gardens and waded in the pools, and lay and +dreamed among the pale flowers under the trees. And sometimes at sunset i +would climb the long hilly street to the citadel and the open place, and look +down upon Aira, the magic city of marble and beryl, splendid in a robe of golden +flame. + +"Long have I missed thee, Aira, for i was but young when we went into exile; but +my father was thy King and I shall come again to thee, for it is so decreed of Fate. +All through seven lands have I sought thee, and some day shall I reign over thy +groves and gardens, thy streets and palaces, and sing to men who shall know +whereof I sing, and laugh not nor turn away. For I am Iranon, who was a Prince +in Aira." + +That night the men of Teloth lodged the stranger in a stable, and in the morning +an archon came to him and told him to go to the shop of Athok the cobbler, and +be apprenticed to him. + +"But I am Iranon, a singer of songs, " he said, "and have no heart for the +cobbler's trade." + +"All in Teloth must toil," replied the archon, "for that is the law." Then said +Iranon: + +"Wherefore do ye toil; is it not that ye may live and be happy? And if ye toil only +that ye may toil more, when shall happiness find you? Ye toil to live, but is not +life made of beauty and song? And if ye suffer no singers among you, where +shall be the fruits of your toil? Toil without song is like a weary journey without +an end. Were not death more pleasing?" But the archon was sullen and did not +understand, and rebuked the stranger. + +"Thou art a strange youth, and I like not thy face or thy voice. The words thou +speakest are blasphemy, for the gods of Teloth have said that toil is good. Our +gods have promised us a haven of light beyond death, where shall be rest +without end, and crystal coldness amidst which none shall vex his mind with +thought or his eyes with beauty. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler or be gone +out of the city by sunset. All here must serve, and song is folly." + + + + +So Iranon went out of the stable and walked over the narrow stone streets +between the gloomy square house of granite, seeking something green, for all +was of stone. On the faces of men were frowns, but by the stone embankment +along the sluggish river Zuro sat a young boy with sad eyes gazing into the +waters to spy green budding branches washed down from the hills by the +freshets. And the boy said to him: + +"Art thou not indeed he of whom the archons tell, who seekest a far city in a fair +land? I am Romnod, and borne of the blood of Teloth, but am not olf in the ways +of the granite city, and yearn daily for the warm groves and the distant lands of +beauty and song. Beyond the Karthian hills lieth Oonai, the city of lutes and +dancing, which men whisper of and say is both lovely and terrible.Thither would +I go were I old enough to find the way, and thither shouldst thou go and thou +wouldst sing and have men listen to thee. Let us leave the city of Teloth and fare +together among the hills of spring. Thou shalt shew me the ways of travel and I +will attend thy songs at evening when the stars one by one bring dreams to the +minds of dreamers. And per adventure it may be that Oonai the city of lutes and +dancing is even the fair Aira thou seekest, for it is told that thou hast not known +Aira since the old days, and a name often changeth. Let us go to Oonai, O Iranon +of the golden head, where men shall know our longings and welcome us as +brothers, nor even laugh or frown at what we say." And Iranon answered: + +"Be it so, small one; if any in this stone place yearn for beauty he must seek the +mountains and beyond, and I would not leave thee to pine by the sluggish Zuro. +But think not that delight and understanding dwell just across the Karthian hills, +or in any spot thou canst find in a day's, or a year's, or a lustrum's journey. +Behold, when I was small like thee I dwelt in the valley of Narthos by the frigid +Xari, where none would listen to my dreams; and I told myself that when older i +would go to Sinara on the southern slope, and sing to smiling dromedary-men in +the marketplace. But when I went to Sinara i found the dromedary-men all +drunken and ribald, and saw that their songs were not as mine, so I travelled in a +barge down the Xari to onyx-walled Jaren. And the soldiers at Jaren laughed at +me and drave me out, so that I wandered to many cities. I have seen Stethelos +that is below the great cataract, and have gazed on the marsh where Sarnath once +stood. I have been to thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai, and +have dwelt long in Olathoe in the land of Lomar. But though i have had listeners +sometimes, they have ever been few. and I know that welcome shall wait me +only in Aira, the city of marble and beryl where my father once ruled as King. So +for Aira shall we seek, though it were well to visit distant and lute-blessed oonai +across the Karthianhills, which may indeed be Aira, though i think not. Aira's +beauty is past imagining, and none can tell of it without rapture, whilist of Oonai +the camel-drivers whisper leeringly." + + + + +At the sunset Iranon and small Romnod went forth from Teloth, and for long +wandered amidst the green hills and cool forests. The way was rough and +obscure, and never did they seem nearer to oonai the city of lutes and dancing; +but in the dusk as the stars came out Iranon would sing of Aira and its beauties +and Romnod would listen, so that they were both happy after a fashion. They ate +plentifully of fruit and red berries, and marked not the passing of time, but many +years must have slipped away. Small Romnod was now not so small, and spoke +deeply instead of shrilly, though Iranon was always the same, and decked his +golden hair with vines and fragrant resins found in the woods. So it came to pass +that Romnod seemed older than Iranon, though he had been very small when +Iranon had found him watching for green budding branches in Teloth beside the +sluggish stone-banked Zuro. + +Then one night when the moon was full the travellers came to a mountain crest +and looked down upon the myriad light of Oonai. Peasants had told them they +were near, and Iranon knew that this was not his native city of Aira. The lights of +Oonai were not like those of Aira; for they were harsh and glaring, while the +lights of Aira shine as softly and magically as shone the moonlight on the floor +by the window where Iranon's mother once rocked him to sleep with song. But +Oonai was a city of lutes and dancing, so Iranon and Romnod went down the +steep slope that they might find men to whom sings and dreams would bring +pleasure. And when they were come into the town they found rose-wreathed +revellers bound from house to house and leaning from windows and balconies, +who listened to the songs of Iranon and tossed him flowers and applauded when +he was done. Then for a moment did Iranon believe he had found those who +thought and felt even as he, though the town was not a hundredth as fair as Aira. + +When dawn came Iranon looked about with dismay, for the domes of Oonai +were not golden in the sun, but grey and dismal. And the men of Oonai were +pale with revelling, and dull with wine, and unlike the radient men of Aira. But +because the people had thrown him blossoms and acclaimed his sings Iranon +stayed on, and with him Romnod, who liked the revelry of the town and wore in +his dark hair roses and myrtle. Often at night Iranon sang to the revellers, but he +was always as before, crowned only in the vine of the mountains and +remembering the marble streets of Aira and the hyaline Nithra. In the frescoed +halls of the Monarch did he sing, upon a crystal dais raised over a floor that was +a mirror, and as he sang, he brought pictures to his hearers till the floor seemed +to reflect old, beautiful, and half-remembered things instead of the wine- +reddened feasters who pelted him with roses. And the King bade him put away +his tattered purple, and clothed him in satin and cloth-of-gold, with rings of +green jade and bracelets of tinted ivory, and lodged him in a gilded and +tapestried chamber on a bed of sweet carven wood with canopies and coverlets + + + + +of flower-embroidered silk. Thus dwelt Iranon in Oonai, the city of lutes and +dancing. + +It is not known how long Iranon tarried in Oonai, but one day the King brought +to the palace some wild whirling dancers from the Liranian desert, and dusky +flute-players from Drinen in the East, and after that the revellers threw their +roses not so much at Iranon as at the dancers and flute-players. And day by day +that Romnod who had been a small boy in granite Teloth grew coarser and +redder with wine, till he dreamed less and less, amd listened with less delight to +the songs of Iranon. But though Iranon was sad he ceased not to sing, and at +evening told again of his dreams of Aira, the city of marble and beryl. Then one +night the reddened and fattened Romnod snorted heavily amidst the poppied +silks of his banquet-couch and died writhing, whilst Iranon, pale and slender, +sang to himself in a far corner. And when Iranon had wept over the grave of +Romnod and strewn it with green branches, such as Romnod used to love, he put +aside his silks and gauds and went forgotten out of Oonai the city of lutes and +dancing clad only in the ragged purple in which he had come, and garlanded +with fresh vines from the mountains. + +Into the sunset wandered Iranon, seeking still for his native land and for men +who would understand his songs and dreams. In all the cities of Cydathria and +in the lands beyond the Bnazie desert gay-faced children laughed at his olden +songs and tattered robe of purple; but Iranon stayed ever young, and wore +wreathes upon his golden head whilst he sang of Aira, delight of the past and +hope of the future. + +So came he one night to the squallid cot of an antique shepherd, bent and dirty, +who kept flocks on a stony slope above a quicksand marsh. To this man Iranon +spoke, as to so many others: + +"Canst thou tell me where I may find Aira, the city of marble and beryl, where +flows the hyaline nithra and where the falls of the tiny Kra sing to the verdant +valleys and hills forested with yath trees?" and the shepherd, hearing, looked +long and strangely at Iranon, as if recalling something very far away in time, and +noted each line of the stranger's face, and his golden hair, and his crown of vine- +leaves. But he was old, and shook his head as he replied: + +"O stranger, i have indeed heard the name of Aira, and the other names thou +hast spoken, but they come to me from afar down the waste of long years. I heard +them in my youth from the lips of a playmate, a beggar's boy given to strange +dreams, who would weave long tales about the moon and the flowers and the +west wind. We used to laugh at him, for we knew him from his birth though he +thought himself a King's son. He was comely, even as thou, but full of folly and + + + + +strangeness; and he ranaway when small to find those who would listen gladly +to his songs and dreams. How often hath he sung to me of lands that never were, +and things that never can be! Of Air a did he speak much; of Aira and the river +Nithra, and the falls of the tiny Kra. There would he ever say he once dwelt as a +Prince, though here we knew him from his birth.Nor was there ever a marble city +of Aira, or those who could delight in strange songs, save in the dreams of mine +old playmate Iranon who is gone." + +And in the twilight, as the stars came out one by one and the moon cast on the +marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the floor as he is +rocked to sleep at evening, there walked into the lethal quicksands a very old +man in tattered purple, crowned with whithered vine-leaves and gazing ahead +as if upon the golden domes of a fair city where dreams are understood. That +night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world. + + + + +The Rats in the Walls + +Written August through September of 1923 + +Pubhshed in March of 1924 in Weird Tales + +On 16 July 1923, 1 moved into Exham Priory after the last workman had finished +his labours. The restoration had been a stupendous task, for little had remained +of the deserted pile but a shell-like ruin; yet because it had been the seat of my +ancestors, I let no expense deter me. The place had not been inhabited since the +reign of James the First, when a tragedy of intensely hideous, though largely +unexplained, nature had struck down the master, five of his children, and several +servants; and driven forth under a cloud of suspicion and terror the third son, +my lineal progenitor and the only survivor of the abhorred line. + +With this sole heir denounced as a murderer, the estate had reverted to the +crown, nor had the accused man made any attempt to exculpate himself or +regain his property. Shaken by some horror greater than that of conscience or the +law, and expressing only a frantic wish to exclude the ancient edifice from his +sight and memory, Walter de la Poer, eleventh Baron Exham, fled to Virginia and +there founded the family which by the next century had become known as +Delapore. + +Exham Priory had remained untenanted, though later allotted to the estates of +the Norrys family and much studied because of its peculiarly composite +architecture; an architecture involving Gothic towers resting on a Saxon or +Romanesque substructure, whose foundation in turn was of a still earlier order +or blend of orders — Roman, and even Druidic or native Cymric, if legends +speak truly. This foundation was a very singular thing, being merged on one side +with the solid limestone of the precipice from whose brink the priory overlooked +a desolate valley three miles west of the village of Anchester. + +Architects and antiquarians loved to examine this strange relic of forgotten +centuries, but the country folk hated it. They had hated it hundreds of years +before, when my ancestors lived there, and they hated it now, with the moss and +mould of abandonment on it. I had not been a day in Anchester before I knew I +came of an accursed house. And this week workmen have blown up Exham +Priory, and are busy obliterating the traces of its foundations. The bare statistics +of my ancestry I had always known, together with the fact that my first +American forebear had come to the colonies under a strange cloud. Of details, +however, I had been kept wholly ignorant through the policy of reticence always +maintained by the Delapores. Unlike our planter neighbours, we seldom boasted + + + + +of crusading ancestors or other mediaeval and Renaissance heroes; nor was any +kind of tradition handed down except what may have been recorded in the +sealed envelope left before the Civil War by every squire to his eldest son for +posthumous opening. The glories we cherished were those achieved since the +migration; the glories of a proud and honourable, if somewhat reserved and +unsocial Virginia line. + +During the war our fortunes were extinguished and our whole existence changed +by the burning of Carfax, our home on the banks of the James. My grandfather, +advanced in years, had perished in that incendiary outrage, and with him the +envelope that had bound us all to the past. I can recall that fire today as I saw it +then at the age of seven, with the federal soldiers shouting, the women +screaming, and the negroes howling and praying. My father was in the army, +defending Richmond, and after many formalities my mother and I were passed +through the lines to join him. + +When the war ended we all moved north, whence my mother had come; and I +grew to manhood, middle age, and ultimate wealth as a stolid Yankee. Neither +my father nor I ever knew what our hereditary envelope had contained, and as I +merged into the greyness of Massachusetts business life I lost all interest in the +mysteries which evidently lurked far back in my family tree. Had I suspected +their nature, how gladly I would have left Exham Priory to its moss, bats and +cobwebs! + +My father died in 1904, but without any message to leave to me, or to my only +child, Alfred, a motherless boy of ten. It was this boy who reversed the order of +family information, for although I could give him only jesting conjectures about +the past, he wrote me of some very interesting ancestral legends when the late +war took him to England in 1917 as an aviation officer. Apparently the Delapores +had a colourful and perhaps sinister history, for a friend of my son's, Capt. +Edward Norrys of the Royal Flying Corps, dwelt near the family seat at +Anchester and related some peasant superstitions which few novelists could +equal for wildness and incredibility. Norrys himself, of course, did not take them +so seriously; but they amused my son and made good material for his letters to +me. It was this legendry which definitely turned my attention to my transatlantic +heritage, and made me resolve to purchase and restore the family seat which +Norrys showed to Alfred in its picturesque desertion, and offered to get for him +at a surprisingly reasonable figure, since his own uncle was the present owner. + +I bought Exham Priory in 1918, but was almost immediately distracted from my +plans of restoration by the return of my son as a maimed invalid. During the two +years that he lived I thought of nothing but his care, having even placed my +business under the direction of partners. + + + + +In 1921, as I found myself bereaved and aimless, a retired manufacturer no +longer young, I resolved to divert my remaining years with my new possession. +Visiting Anchester in December, I was entertained by Capt. Norrys, a plump, +amiable young man who had thought much of my son, and secured his +assistance in gathering plans and anecdotes to guide in the coming restoration. +Exham Priory itself I saw without emotion, a jumble of tottering mediaeval ruins +covered with lichens and honeycombed with rooks' nests, perched perilously +upon a precipice, and denuded of floors or other interior features save the stone +walls of the separate towers. + +As I gradually recovered the image of the edifice as it had been when my +ancestors left it over three centuries before, I began to hire workmen for the +reconstruction. In every case I was forced to go outside the immediate locality, +for the Anchester villagers had an almost unbelievable fear and hatred of the +place. The sentiment was so great that it was sometimes communicated to the +outside labourers, causing numerous desertions; whilst its scope appeared to +include both the priory and its ancient family. + +My son had told me that he was somewhat avoided during his visits because he +was a de la Poer, and I now found myself subtly ostracized for a like reason until +I convinced the peasants how little I knew of my heritage. Even then they +sullenly disliked me, so that I had to collect most of the village traditions through +the mediation of Norrys. What the people could not forgive, perhaps, was that I +had come to restore a symbol so abhorrent to them; for, rationally or not, they +viewed Exham Priory as nothing less than a haunt of fiends and werewolves. + +Piecing together the tales which Norrys collected for me, and supplementing +them with the accounts of several savants who had studied the ruins, I deduced +that Exham Priory stood on the site of a prehistoric temple; a Druidical or ante- +Druidical thing which must have been contemporary with Stonehenge. That +indescribable rites had been celebrated there, few doubted, and there were +unpleasant tales of the transference of these rites into the Cybele worship which +the Romans had introduced. + +Inscriptions still visible in the sub-cellar bore such unmistakable letters as 'DIV... +OPS ... MAGNA. MAT...', sign of the Magna Mater whose dark worship was +once vainly forbidden to Roman citizens. Anchester had been the camp of the +third Augustan legion, as many remains attest, and it was said that the temple of +Cybele was splendid and thronged with worshippers who performed nameless +ceremonies at the bidding of a Phrygian priest. Tales added that the fall of the +old religion did not end the orgies at the temple, but that the priests lived on in +the new faith without real change. Likewise was it said that the rites did not +vanish with the Roman power, and that certain among the Saxons added to what + + + + +remained of the temple, and gave it the essential outline it subsequently +preserved, making it the centre of a cult feared through half the heptarchy. +About 1000 A.D. the place is mentioned in a chronicle as being a substantial +stone priory housing a strange and powerful monastic order and surrounded by +extensive gardens which needed no walls to exclude a frightened populace. It +was never destroyed by the Danes, though after the Norman Conquest it must +have declined tremendously, since there was no impediment when Henry the +Third granted the site to my ancestor, Gilbert de la Poer, First Baron Exham, in +1261. + +Of my family before this date there is no evil report, but something strange must +have happened then. In one chronicle there is a reference to a de la Poer as +"cursed of God in 1307", whilst village legendry had nothing but evil and frantic +fear to tell of the castle that went up on the foundations of the old temple and +priory. The fireside tales were of the most grisly description, all the ghastlier +because of their frightened reticence and cloudy evasiveness. They represented +my ancestors as a race of hereditary daemons beside whom Gilles de Retz and +the Marquis de Sade would seem the veriest tyros, and hinted whisperingly at +their responsibility for the occasional disappearances of villagers through several +generations. + +The worst characters, apparently, were the barons and their direct heirs; at least, +most was whispered about these. If of healthier inclinations, it was said, an heir +would early and mysteriously die to make way for another more typical scion. +There seemed to be an inner cult in the family, presided over by the head of the +house, and sometimes closed except to a few members. Temperament rather than +ancestry was evidently the basis of this cult, for it was entered by several who +married into the family. Lady Margaret Trevor from Cornwall, wife of Godfrey, +the second son of the fifth baron, became a favourite bane of children all over the +countryside, and the daemon heroine of a particularly horrible old ballad not yet +extinct near the Welsh border. Preserved in balladry, too, though not illustrating +the same point, is the hideous tale of Lady Mary de la Poer, who shortly after her +marriage to the Earl of Shrewsfield was killed by him and his mother, both of the +slayers being absolved and blessed by the priest to whom they confessed what +they dared not repeat to the world. + +These myths and ballads, typical as they were of crude superstition, repelled me +greatly. Their persistence, and their application to so long a line of my ancestors, +were especially annoying; whilst the imputations of monstrous habits proved +unpleasantly reminiscent of the one known scandal of my immediate forebears +— the case of my cousin, young Randolph Delapore of Carfax who went among +the negroes and became a voodoo priest after he returned from the Mexican War. + + + + +I was much less disturbed by the vaguer tales of wails and bowlings in tbe +barren, windswept valley beneath the limestone cliff; of the graveyard stenches +after the spring rains; of the floundering, squealing white thing on which Sir John +Clave's horse had trod one night in a lonely field; and of the servant who had +gone mad at what he saw in the priory in the full light of day. These things were +hackneyed spectral lore, and I was at that time a pronounced sceptic. The +accounts of vanished peasants were less to be dismissed, though not especially +significant in view of mediaeval custom. Prying curiosity meant death, and more +than one severed head had been publicly shown on the bastions — now effaced +— around Exham Priory. + +A few of the tales were exceedingly picturesque, and made me wish I had learnt +more of the comparative mythology in my youth. There was, for instance, the +belief that a legion of bat-winged devils kept witches' sabbath each night at the +priory — a legion whose sustenance might explain the disproportionate +abundance of coarse vegetables harvested in the vast gardens. And, most vivid +of all, there was the dramatic epic of the rats — the scampering army of obscene +vermin which had burst forth from the castle three months after the tragedy that +doomed it to desertion — the lean, filthy, ravenous army which had swept all +before it and devoured fowl, cats, dogs, hogs, sheep, and even two hapless +human beings before its fury was spent. Around that unforgettable rodent army +a whole separate cycle of myths revolves, for it scattered among the village +homes and brought curses and horrors in its train. + +Such was the lore that assailed me as I pushed to completion, with an elderly +obstinacy, the work of restoring my ancestral home. It must not be imagined for +a moment that these tales formed my principal psychological environinent. On +the other hand, I was constantly praised and encouraged by Capt. Norrys and +the antiquarians who surrounded and aided me. When the task was done, over +two years after its commencement, I viewed the great rooms, wainscoted walls, +vaulted ceilings, mullioned windows, and broad staircases with a pride which +fully compensated for the prodigious expense of the restoration. + +Every attribute of the Middle Ages was cunningly reproduced and the new parts +blended perfectly with the original walls and foundations. The seat of my fathers +was complete, and I looked forward to redeeming at last the local fame of the +line which ended in me. I could reside here permanently, and prove that a de la +Poer (for I had adopted again the original spelling of the name) need not be a +fiend. My comfort was perhaps augmented by the fact that, although Exham +Priory was mediaevally fitted, its interior was in truth wholly new and free from +old vermin and old ghosts alike. + + + + +As I have said, I moved in on 16 July 1923. My household consisted of seven +servants and nine cats, of which latter species I am particularly fond. My eldest +cat, "Nigger-Man", was seven years old and had come with me from my home in +Bolton, Massachusetts; the others I had accumulated whilst living with Capt. +Norrys' family during the restoration of the priory. + +For five days our routine proceeded with the utmost placidity, my time being +spent mostly in the codification of old family data. I had now obtained some very +circumstantial accounts of the final tragedy and flight of Walter de la Poer, which +I conceived to be the probable contents of the hereditary paper lost in the fire at +Carfax. It appeared that my ancestor was accused with much reason of having +killed all the other members of his household, except four servant confederates, +in their sleep, about two weeks after a shocking discovery which changed his +whole demeanour, but which, except by implication, he disclosed to no one save +perhaps the servants who assisted him and afterwards fled beyond reach. + +This deliberate slaughter, which included a father, three brothers, and two +sisters, was largely condoned by the villagers, and so slackly treated by the law +that its perpetrator escaped honoured, unharmed, and undisguised to Virginia; +the general whispered sentiment being that he had purged the land of an +immemorial curse. What discovery had prompted an act so terrible, I could +scarcely even conjecture. Walter de la Poer must have known for years the +sinister tales about his family, so that this material could have given him no fresh +impulse. Had he, then, witnessed some appalling ancient rite, or stumbled upon +some frightful and revealing symbol in the priory or its vicinity? He was reputed +to have been a shy, gentle youth in England. In Virginia he seemed not so much +hard or bitter as harassed and apprehensive. He was spoken of in the diary of +another gentleman adventurer, Francis Harley of Bellview, as a man of +unexampled justice, honour, and delicacy. + +On 22 July occurred the first incident which, though lightly dismissed at the +time, takes on a preternatural significance in relation to later events. It was so +simple as to be almost negligible, and could not possibly have been noticed +under the circumstances; for it must be recalled that since I was in a building +practically fresh and new except for the walls, and surrounded by a well- +balanced staff of servitors, apprehension would have been absurd despite the +locality. + +What I afterward remembered is merely this — that my old black cat, whose +moods I know so well, was undoubtedly alert and anxious to an extent wholly +out of keeping with his natural character. He roved from room to room, restless +and disturbed, and sniffed constantly about the walls which formed part of the +Gothic structure. I realize how trite this sounds — like the inevitable dog in the + + + + +ghost story, which always growls before his master sees the sheeted figure — yet +I cannot consistently suppress it. + +The following day a servant complained of restlessness among all the cats in the +house. He came to me in my study, a lofty west room on the second storey, with +groined arches, black oak panelling, and a triple Gothic window overlooking the +limestone cliff and desolate valley; and even as he spoke I saw the jetty form of +Nigger-Man creeping along the west wall and scratching at the new panels +which overlaid the ancient stone. + +I told the man that there must be a singular odour or emanation from the old +stonework, imperceptible to human senses, but affecting the delicate organs of +cats even through the new woodwork. This I truly believed, and when the fellow +suggested the presence of mice or rats, I mentioned that there had been no rats +there for three hundred years, and that even the field mice of the surrounding +country could hardly be found in these high walls, where they had never been +known to stray. That afternoon I called on Capt. Norrys, and he assured me that +it would be quite incredible for field mice to infest the priory in such a sudden +and unprecedented fashion. + +That night, dispensing as usual with a valet, I retired in the west tower chamber +which I had chosen as my own, reached from the study by a stone staircase and +short gallery — the former partly ancient, the latter entirely restored. This room +was circular, very high, and without wainscoting, being hung with arras which I +had myself chosen in London. + +Seeing that Nigger-Man was with me, I shut the heavy Gothic door and retired +by the light of the electric bulbs which so cleverly counterfeited candles, finally +switching off the light and sinking on the carved and canopied four-poster, with +the venerable cat in his accustomed place across my feet. I did not draw the +curtains, but gazed out at the narrow window which I faced. There was a +suspicion of aurora in the sky, and the delicate traceries of the window were +pleasantly silhouetted. + +At some time I must have fallen quietly asleep, for I recall a distinct sense of +leaving strange dreams, when the cat started violently from his placid position. I +saw him in the faint auroral glow, head strained forward, fore feet on my ankles, +and hind feet stretched behind. He was looking intensely at a point on the wall +somewhat west of the window, a point which to my eye had nothing to mark it, +but toward which all my attention was now directed. + +And as I watched, I knew that Nigger-Man was not vainly excited. Whether the +arras actually moved I cannot say. I think it did, very slightly. But what I can + + + + +swear to is that behind it I heard a low, distinct scurrying as of rats or mice. In a +moment the cat had jumped bodily on the screening tapestry, bringing the +affected section to the floor with his weight, and exposing a damp, ancient wall +of stone; patched here and there by the restorers, and devoid of any trace of +rodent prowlers. + +Nigger-Man raced up and down the floor by this part of the wall, clawing the +fallen arras and seemingly trying at times to insert a paw between the wall and +the oaken floor. He found nothing, and after a time returned wearily to his place +across my feet. I had not moved, but I did not sleep again that night. + +In the morning I questioned all the servants, and found that none of them had +noticed anything unusual, save that the cook remembered the actions of a cat +which had rested on her windowsill. This cat had howled at some unknown +hour of the night, awaking the cook in time for her to see him dart purposefully +out of the open door down the stairs. I drowsed away the noontime, and in the +afternoon called again on Capt. Norrys, who became exceedingly interested in +what I told him. The odd incidents — so slight yet so curious — appealed to his +sense of the picturesque and elicited from him a number of reminiscenses of local +ghostly lore. We were genuinely perplexed at the presence of rats, and Norrys +lent me some traps and Paris green, which I had the servants place in strategic +localities when I returned. + +I retired early, being very sleepy, but was harassed by dreams of the most +horrible sort. I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon a twilit +grotto, knee-deep with filth, where a white-bearded daemon swineherd drove +about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby beasts whose appearance filled me +with unutterable loathing. Then, as the swineherd paused and nodded over his +task, a mighty swarm of rats rained down on the stinking abyss and fell to +devouring beasts and man alike. + +From this terrific vision I was abruptly awakened by the motions of Nigger-Man, +who had been sleeping as usual across my feet. This time I did not have to +question the source of his snarls and hisses, and of the fear which made him sink +his claws into my ankle, unconscious of their effect; for on every side of the +chamber the walls were alive with nauseous sound — the veminous slithering of +ravenous, gigantic rats. There was now no aurora to show the state of the arras +— the fallen section of which had been replaced - but I was not too frightened to +switch on the light. + +As the bulbs leapt into radiance I saw a hideous shaking all over the tapestry, +causing the somewhat peculiar designs to execute a singular dance of death. This +motion disappeared almost at once, and the sound with it. Springing out of bed, I + + + + +poked at the arras with the long handle of a warming-pan that rested near, and +lifted one section to see what lay beneath. There was nothing but the patched +stone wall, and even the cat had lost his tense realization of abnormal presences. +When I examined the circular trap that had been placed in the room, I found all +of the openings sprung, though no trace remained of what had been caught and +had escaped. + +Further sleep was out of the question, so lighting a candle, I opened the door and +went out in the gallery towards the stairs to my study, Nigger-Man following at +my heels. Before we had reached the stone steps, however, the cat darted ahead +of me and vanished down the ancient flight. As I descended the stairs myself, I +became suddenly aware of sounds in the great room below; sounds of a nature +which could not be mistaken. + +The oak-panelled walls were alive with rats, scampering and milling whilst +Nigger-Man was racing about with the fury of a baffled hunter. Reaching the +bottom, I switched on the light, which did not this time cause the noise to +subside. The rats continued their riot, stampeding with such force and +distinctness that I could finally assign to their motions a definite direction. These +creatures, in numbers apparently inexhaustible, were engaged in one stupendous +migration from inconceivable heights to some depth conceivably or +inconceivably below. + +I now heard steps in the corridor, and in another moment two servants pushed +open the massive door. They were searching the house for some unknown source +of disturbance which had thrown all the cats into a snarling panic and caused +them to plunge precipitately down several flights of stairs and squat, yowling, +before the closed door to the sub-cellar. I asked them if they had heard the rats, +but they replied in the negative. And when I turned to call their attention to the +sounds in the panels, I realized that the noise had ceased. + +With the two men, I went down to the door of the sub-cellar, but found the cats +already dispersed. Later I resolved to explore the crypt below, but for the present +I merely made a round of the traps. All were sprung, yet all were tenantless. +Satisfying myself that no one had heard the rats save the felines and me, I sat in +my study till morning, thinking profoundly and recalling every scrap of legend I +had unearthed concerning the building I inhabited. I slept some in the forenoon, +leaning back in the one comfortable library chair which my mediaeval plan of +furnishing could not banish. Later I telephoned to Capt. Norrys, who came over +and helped me explore the sub-cellar. + +Absolutely nothing untoward was found, although we could not repress a thrill +at the knowledge that this vault was built by Roman hands. Every low arch and + + + + +massive pillar was Roman — not the debased Romanesque of the bungling +Saxons, but the severe and harmonious classicism of the age of the Caesars; +indeed, the walls abounded with inscriptions familiar to the antiquarians who +had repeatedly explored the place — things like "P. GETAE. PROP... TEMP... +DONA. . ." and "L. PRAEG. . . VS. . . PONTIFI. . . ATYS. . ." + +The reference to Atys made me shiver, for I had read Catullus and knew +something of the hideous rites of the Eastern god, whose worship was so mixed +with that of Cybele. Norrys and I, by the light of lanterns, tried to interpret the +odd and nearly effaced designs on certain irregularly rectangular blocks of stone +generally held to be altars, but could make nothing of them. We remembered +that one pattern, a sort of rayed sun, was held by students to imply a non-Roman +origin suggesting that these altars had merely been adopted by the Roman +priests from some older and perhaps aboriginal temple on the same site. On one +of these blocks were some brown stains which made me wonder. The largest, in +the centre of the room, had certain features on the upper surface which indicated +its connection with fire — probably burnt offerings. + +Such were the sights in that crypt before whose door the cats howled, and where +Norrys and I now determined to pass the night. Couches were brought down by +the servants, who were told not to mind any nocturnal actions of the cats, and +Nigger-Man was admitted as much for help as for companionship. We decided +to keep the great oak door — a modern replica with slits for ventilation — tightly +closed; and, with this attended to, we retired with lanterns still burning to await +whatever might occur. + +The vault was very deep in the foundations of the priory, and undoubtedly far +down on the face of the beetling limestone cliff overlooking the waste valley. +That it had been the goal of the scuffling and unexplainable rats I could not +doubt, though why, I could not tell. As we lay there expectantly, I found my vigil +occasionally mixed with half-formed dreams from which the uneasy motions of +the cat across my feet would rouse me. + +These dreams were not wholesome, but horribly like the one I had had the night +before. I saw again the twilit grotto, and the swineherd with his unmentionable +fungous beasts wallowing in filth, and as I looked at these things they seemed +nearer and more distinct — so distinct that I could almost observe their features. +Then I did observe the flabby features of one of them — and awakened with such +a scream that Nigger-Man started up, whilst Capt. Norrys, who had not slept, +laughed considerably. Norrys might have laughed more — or perhaps less — +had he known what it was that made me scream. But I did not remember myself +till later. Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way. + + + + +Norrys waked me when the phenomena began. Out of the same frightful dream I +was called by his gentle shaking and his urging to listen to the cats. Indeed, there +was much to listen to, for beyond the closed door at the head of the stone steps +was a veritable nightmare of feline yelling and clawing, whilst Nigger-Man, +unmindful of his kindred outside, was running excitedly round the bare stone +walls, in which I heard the same babel of scurrying rats that had troubled me the +night before. + +An acute terror now rose within me, for here were anomalies which nothing +normal could well explain. These rats, if not the creatures of a madness which I +shared with the cats alone, must be burrowing and sliding in Roman walls I had +thought to be solid limestone blocks ... unless perhaps the action of water +through more than seventeen centuries had eaten winding tunnels which rodent +bodies had worn clear and ample . . . But even so, the spectral horror was no less; +for if these were living vermin why did not Norrys hear their disgusting +commotion? Why did he urge me to watch Nigger-Man and listen to the cats +outside, and why did he guess wildly and vaguely at what could have aroused +them? + +By the time I had managed to tell him, as rationally as I could, what I thought I +was hearing, my ears gave me the last fading impression of scurrying; which had +retreated still downward, far underneath this deepest of sub-cellars till it seemed +as if the whole cliff below were riddled with questing rats. Norrys was not as +sceptical as I had anticipated, but instead seemed profoundly moved. He +motioned to me to notice that the cats at the door had ceased their clamour, as if +giving up the rats for lost; whilst Nigger-Man had a burst of renewed +restlessness, and was clawing frantically around the bottom of the large stone +altar in the centre of the room, which was nearer Norrys' couch than mine. + +My fear of the unknown was at this point very great. Something astounding had +occurred, and I saw that Capt. Norrys, a younger, stouter, and presumably more +naturally materialistic man, was affected fully as much as myself — perhaps +because of his lifelong and intimate familiarity with local legend. We could for +the moment do nothing but watch the old black cat as he pawed with decreasing +fervour at the base of the altar, occasionally looking up and mewing to me in that +persuasive manner which he used when he wished me to perform some favour +for him. + +Norrys now took a lantern close to the altar and examined the place where +Nigger-Man was pawing; silently kneeling and scraping away the lichens of the +centuries which joined the massive pre-Roman block to the tessellated floor. He +did not find anything, and was about to abandon his efforts when I noticed a + + + + +trivial circumstance which made me shudder, even though it impHed nothing +more than I had aheady imagined. + +I told him of it, and we both looked at its almost imperceptible manifestation +with the fixedness of fascinated discovery and acknowledgment. It was only this +— that the flame of the lantern set down near the altar was slightly but certainly +flickering from a draught of air which it had not before received, and which +came indubitably from the crevice between floor and altar where Norrys was +scraping away the lichens. + +We spent the rest of the night in the brilliantly-lighted study, nervously +discussing what we should do next. The discovery that some vault deeper than +the deepest known masonry of the Romans underlay this accursed pile, some +vault unsuspected by the curious antiquarians of three centuries, would have +been sufficient to excite us without any background of the sinister. As it was, the +fascination became two-fold; and we paused in doubt whether to abandon our +search and quit the priory forever in superstitious caution, or to gratify our sense +of adventure and brave whatever horrors might await us in the unknown depths. + +By morning we had compromised, and decided to go to London to gather a +group of archaeologists and scientific men fit to cope with the mystery. It should +be mentioned that before leaving the sub-cellar we had vainly tried to move the +central altar which we now recognized as the gate to a new pit of nameless fear. +What secret would open the gate, wiser men than we would have to find. + +During many days in London Capt. Norrys and I presented our facts, +conjectures, and legendary anecdotes to five eminent authorities, all men who +could be trusted to respect any family disclosures which future explorations +might develop. We found most of them little disposed to scoff but, instead, +intensely interested and sincerely sympathetic. It is hardly necessary to name +them all, but I may say that they included Sir William Brinton, whose +excavations in the Troad excited most of the world in their day. As we all took +the train for Anchester I felt myself poised on the brink of frightful revelations, a +sensation symbolized by the air of mourning among the many Americans at the +unexpected death of the President on the other side of the world. + +On the evening of 7 August we reached Exham Priory, where the servants +assured me that nothing unusual had occurred. The cats, even old Nigger-Man, +had been perfectly placid, and not a trap in the house had been sprung. We were +to begin exploring on the following dlay, awaiting which I assigned well- +appointed rooms to all my guests. + + + + +I myself retired in my own tower chamber, with Nigger-Man across my feet. +Sleep came quickly, but hideous dreams assailed me. There was a vision of a +Roman feast like that of Trimalchio, with a horror in a covered platter. Then +came that damnable, recurrent thing about the swineherd and his filthy drove in +the twilit grotto. Yet when I awoke it was full daylight, with normal sounds in +the house below. The rats, living or spectral, had not troubled me; and Nigger- +Man was still quietly asleep. On going down, I found that the same tranquillity +had prevailed elsewhere; a condition which one of the assembled servants — a +fellow named Thornton, devoted to the psychic — rather absurdly laid to the fact +that I had now been shown the thing which certain forces had wished to show +me. + +All was now ready, and at 11 A.M. our entire group of seven men, bearing +powerful electric searchlights and implements of excavation, went down to the +sub-cellar and bolted the door behind us. Nigger-Man was with us, for the +investigators found no occasion to depise his excitability, and were indeed +anxious that he be present in case of obscure rodent manifestations. We noted the +Roman inscriptions and unknown altar designs only briefly, for three of the +savants had already seen them, and all knew their characteristics. Prime +attention was paid to the momentous central altar, and within an hour Sir +William Brinton had caused it to tilt backward, balanced by some unknown +species of counterweight. + +There now lay revealed such a horror as would have overwhelmed us had we +not been prepared. Through a nearly square opening in the tiled floor, sprawling +on a flight of stone steps so prodigiously worn that it was little more than an +inclined plane at the centre, was a ghastly array of human or semi-human bones. +Those which retained their collocation as skeletons showed attitudes of panic +fear, and over all were the marks of rodent gnawing. The skulls denoted nothing +short of utter idiocy, cretinism, or primitive semi-apedom. + +Above the hellishly littered steps arched a descending passage seemingly +chiselled from the solid rock, and conducting a current of air. This current was +not a sudden and noxious rush as from a closed vault, but a cool breeze with +something of freshness in it. We did not pause long, but shiveringly began to +clear a passage down the steps. It was then that Sir William, examining the hewn +walls, made the odd observation that the passage, according to the direction of +the strokes, must have been chiselled from beneath. + +I must be very deliberate now, and choose my words. After ploughing down a +few steps amidst the gnawled bones we saw that there was light ahead; not any +mystic phosphorescence, but a filtered daylight which could not come except +from unknown fissures in the cliff that over-looked the waste valley. That such + + + + +fissures had escaped notice from outside was hardly remarkable, for not only is +the valley wholly uninhabited, but the cliff is so high and beetling that only an +aeronaut could study its face in detail. A few steps more, and our breaths were +literally snatched from us by what we saw; so literally that Thornton, the psychic +investigator, actually fainted in the arms of the dazed mem who stood behind +him. Norrys, his plump face utterly white and flabby, simply cried out +inarticulately; whilst I think that what I did was to gasp or hiss, and cover my +eyes. + +The man behind me — the only one of the party older than I — croaked the +hackneyed "My God!" in the most cracked voice I ever heard. Of seven +cultivated men, only Sir William Brinton retained his composure, a thing the +more to his credit because he led the party and must have seen the sight first. + +It was a twilit grotto of enormous height, stretching away farther than any eye +could see; a subterraneous world of limitless mystery and horrible suggestion. +There were buildings and other architectural remains — in one terrified glance I +saw a weird pattern of tumuli, a savage circle of monoliths, a low-domed Roman +ruin, a sprawling Saxon pile, and an early English edifice of wood — but all these +were dwarfed by the ghoulish spectacle presented by the general surface of the +ground. For yards about the steps extended an insane tangle of human bones, or +bones at least as human as those on the steps. Like a foamy sea they stretched, +some fallen apart, but others wholly or partly articulated as skeletons; these latter +invariably in postures of daemoniac frenzy, either fighting off some menace or +clutching other forms with cannibal intent. + +When Dr Trask, the anthropologist, stopped to classify the skulls, he found a +degraded mixture which utterly baffled him. They were mostly lower than the +Piltdown man in the scale of evolution, but in every case definitely human. Many +were of higher grade, and a very few were the skulls of supremely and +sensitively developed types. All the bones were gnawed, mostly by rats, but +somewhat by others of the half-human drove. Mixed with them were many tiny +hones of rats — fallen members of the lethal army which closed the ancient epic. + +I wonder that any man among us lived and kept his sanity through that hideous +day of discovery. Not Hoffman nor Huysmans could conceive a scene more +wildly incredible, more frenetically repellent, or more Gothically grotesque than +the twilit grotto through which we seven staggered; each stumbling on +revelation after revelation, and trying to keep for the nonce from thinking of the +events which must have taken place there three hundred, or a thousand, or two +thousand or ten thousand years ago. It was the antechamber of hell, and poor +Thornton fainted again when Trask told him that some of the skeleton things + + + + +must have descended as quadrupeds through the last twenty or more +generations. + +Horror piled on horror as we began to interpret the architectural remains. The +quadruped things — with their occasional recruits from the biped class — had +been kept in stone pens, out of which they must have broken in their last +delirium of hunger or rat-fear. There had been great herds of them, evidently +fattened on the coarse vegetables whose remains could be found as a sort of +poisonous ensilage at the bottom of the huge stone bins older than Rome. I knew +now why my ancestors had had such excessive gardens — would to heaven I +could forget! The purpose of the herds I did not have to ask. + +Sir William, standing with his searchlight in the Roman ruin, translated aloud +the most shocking ritual I have ever known; and told of the diet of the +antediluvian cult which the priests of Cybele found and mingled with their own. +Norrys, used as he was to the trenches, could not walk straight when he came +out of the English building. It was a butcher shop and kitchen — he had expected +that — but it was too much to see familiar English implements in such a place, +and to read familiar English graffiti there, some as recent as 1610. I could not go +in that building — that building whose daemon activities were stopped only by +the dagger of my ancestor Walter de la Poer. + +What I did venture to enter was the low Saxon building whose oaken door had +fallen, and there I found a terrible row of ten stone cells with rusty bars. Three +had tenants, all skeletons of high grade, and on the bony forefinger of one I +found a seal ring with my own coat-of-arms. Sir William found a vault with far +older cells below the Roman chapel, but these cells were empty. Below them was +a low crypt with cases of formally arranged bones, some of them bearing terrible +parallel inscriptions carved in Latin, Greek, and the tongue of Phyrgia. + +Meanwhile, Dr Trask had opened one of the prehistoric tumuli, and brought to +light skulls which were slightly more human than a gorilla's, and which bore +indescribably ideographic carvings. Through all this horror my cat stalked +unperturbed. Once I saw him monstrously perched atop a mountain of bones, +and wondered at the secrets that might lie behind his yellow eyes. + +Having grasped to some slight degree the frightful revelations of this twilit area +— an area so hideously foreshadowed by my recurrent dream — we turned to +that apparently boundless depth of midnight cavern where no ray of light from +the cliff could penetrate. We shall never know what sightless Stygian worlds +yawn beyond the little distance we went, for it was decided that such secrets are +not good for mankind. But there was plenty to engross us close at hand, for we +had not gone far before the searchlights showed that accursed infinity of pits in + + + + +which the rats had feasted, and whose sudden lack of replenishment had driven +the ravenous rodent army first to turn on the living herds of starving things, and +then to burst forth from the priory in that historic orgy of devastation which the +peasants will never forget. + +God! those carrion black pits of sawed, picked bones and opened skulls! Those +nightmare chasms choked with the pithecanthropoid, Celtic, Roman, and English +bones of countless unhallowed centuries! Some of them were full, and none can +say how deep they had once been. Others were still bottomless to our +searchlights, and peopled by unnamable fancies. What, I thought, of the hapless +rats that stumbled into such traps amidst the blackness of their quests in this +grisly Tartarus? + +Once my foot slipped near a horribly yawning brink, and I had a moment of +ecstatic fear. I must have been musing a long time, for I could not see any of the +party but plump Capt. Norrys. Then there came a sound from that inky, +boundless, farther distance that I thought I knew; and I saw my old black cat dart +past me like a winged Egyptian god, straight into the illimitable gulf of the +unknown. But I was not far behind, for there was no doubt after another second. +It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new +horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of +earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the +darkness to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players. + +My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but +above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying; gently rising, rising, +as a stiff bloated corpse gently rises above an oily river that flows under the +endless onyx bridges to a black, putrid sea. + +Something bumped into me — something soft and plump. It must have been the +rats; the viscous, gelatinous, ravenous army that feast on the dead and the living +. . . Why shouldn't rats eat a de la Poer as a de la Poer eats forbidden things? . . . +The war ate my boy, damn them all ... and the Yanks ate Carfax with flames and +burnt Grandsire Delapore and the secret ... No, no, I tell you, I am not that +daemon swineherd in the twilit grotto! It was not Edward Norrys' fat face on +that flabby fungous thing! Who says I am a de la Poer? He lived, but my boy +died! . . . Shall a Norrys hold the land of a de la Poer? . . . It's voodoo, I tell you . . . +that spotted snake ... Curse you, Thornton, I'll teach you to faint at what my +family do! ... 'Sblood, thou stinkard, I'll learn ye how to gust ... wolde ye +swynke me thilke wys?... Magna Mater! Magna Mater!... Atys... Dia ad +aghaidh's ad aodaun... agus bas dunarch ort! Dhonas 's dholas ort, agus leat- +sa! . . . Ungl unl. . . rrlh . . . chchch. . . + + + + +This is what they say I said when they found me in the blackness after three +hours; found me crouching in the blackness over the plump, half-eaten body of +Capt. Norrys, with my own cat leaping and tearing at my throat. Now they have +blown up Exham Priory, taken my Nigger-Man away from me, and shut me into +this barred room at Hanwell with fearful whispers about my heredity and +experience. Thornton is in the next room, but they prevent me from talking to +him. They are trying, too, to suppress most of the facts concerning the priory. +When I speak of poor Norrys they accuse me of this hideous thing, but they must +know that I did not do it. They must know it was the rats; the slithering +scurrying rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that +race behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors +than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats in the +walls. + + + + +The Shadow Out of Time + +Written in March of 1935 + +Published in June of 1936 in Astounding Stories + + +After twenty-two years of nightmare and terror, saved only by a desperate +conviction of the mythical source of certain impressions, I am unwilling to vouch +for the truth of that which I think I found in Western Australia on the night of 17- +18 July 1935. There is reason to hope that my experience was wholly or partly an +hallucination - for which, indeed, abundant causes existed. And yet, its realism +was so hideous that I sometimes find hope impossible. + +If the thing did happen, then man must be prepared to accept notions of the +cosmos, and of his own place in the seething vortex of time, whose merest +mention is paralysing. He must, too, be placed on guard against a specific, +lurking peril which, though it will never engulf the whole race, may impose +monstrous and unguessable horrors upon certain venturesome members of it. + +It is for this latter reason that I urge, with all the force of my being, final +abandonment of all the attempts at unearthing those fragments of unknown, +primordial masonry which my expedition set out to investigate. + +Assuming that I was sane and awake, my experience on that night was such as +has befallen no man before. It was, moreover, a frightful confirmation of all I had +sought to dismiss as myth and dream. Mercifull there is no proof, for in my +fright I lost the awesome object which would - if real and brought out of that +noxious abyss - have formed irrefutable evidence. + +When I came upon the horror I was alone - and I have up to now told no one +about it. I could not stop the others from digging in its direction, but chance and +the shifting sand have so far saved them from finding it. Now I must formulate +some definite statement - not only for the sake of my own mental balance, but to +warn such others as may read it seriously. + +These pages - much in whose earlier parts will be familiar to close readers of the +general and scientific press - are written in the cabin of the ship that is bringing +me home. I shall give them to my son. Professor Wingate Peaslee of Miskatonic +University - the only member of my family who stuck to me after my queer +amnesia of long ago, and the man best informed on the inner facts of my case. Of + + + + +all living persons, he is least likely to ridicule what I shall tell of that fateful +night. + +I did not enlighten him orally before sailing, because I think he had better have +the revelation in written form. Reading and re-reading at leisure will leave with +him a more convincing picture than my confused tongue could hope to convey. + +He can do anything that he thinks best with this account - showing it, with +suitable comment, in any quarters where it will be likely to accomplish good. It is +for the sake of such readers as are unfamiliar with the earlier phases of my case +that I am prefacing the revelation itself with a fairly ample summary of its +background. + +My name is Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee, and those who recall the newspaper tales +of a generation back - or the letters and articles in psychological journals six or +seven years ago - will know who and what I am. The press was filled with the +details of my strange amnesia in 1908-13, and much was made of the traditions of +horror, madness, and witchcraft which lurked behind the ancient Massachusetts +town then and now forming my place of residence. Yet I would have it known +that there is nothing whatever of the mad or sinister in my heredity and early +life. This is a highly important fact in view of the shadow which fell so suddenly +upon me from outside sources. + +It may be that centuries of dark brooding had given to crumbling, whisper- +haunted Arkham a peculiar vulnerability as regards such shadows - though even +this seems doubtful in the light of those other cases which I later came to study. +But the chief point is that my own ancestry and background are altogether +normal. What came, came from somewhere else - where I even now hesitate to +assert in plain words. + +I am the son of Jonathan and Hannah (Wingate) Peaslee, both of wholesome old +Haverhill stock. I was born and reared in Haverhill - at the old homestead in +Boardman Street near Golden Hill - and did not go to Arkham till I entered +Miskatonic University as instructor of political economy in 1895. + +For thirteen years more my life ran smoothly and happily. I married Alice Keezar +of Haverhill in 1896, and my three children, Robert, Wingate and Hannah were +born in 1898, 1900, and 1903, respectively. In 1898 I became an associate +professor, and in 1902 a full professor. At no time had I the least interest in either +occultism or abnormal psychology. + +It was on Thursday, 14 May 1908, that the queer amnesia came. The thing was +quite sudden, though later I realized that certain brief, glimmering visions of + + + + +several, hours previous - chaotic visions which disturbed me greatly because +they were so unprecedented - must have formed premonitory symptoms. My +head was aching, and I had a singular feeling - altogether new to me - that some +one else was trying to get possession of my thoughts. + +The collapse occurred about 10.20 A.M., while I was conducting a class in +Political Economy VI - history and present tendencies of economics - for juniors +and a few sophomores. I began to see strange shapes before my eyes, and to feel +that I was in a grotesque room other than the classroom. + +My thoughts and speech wandered from my subject, and the students saw that +something was gravely amiss. Then I slumped down, unconscious, in my chair, +in a stupor from which no one could arouse me. Nor did my rightful faculties +again look out upon the daylight of our normal world for five years, four +months, and thirteen days. + +It is, of course, from others that I have learned what followed. I showed no sign +of consciousness for sixteen and a half hours though removed to my home at 27 +Crane Street, and given the best of medical attention. + +At 3 A.M. May my eyes opened and began to speak and my family were +thoroughly frightened by the trend of my expression and language. It was clear +that I had no remembrance of my identity and my past, though for some reason +seemed anxious to conceal his lack of knowledge. My eyes glazed strangely at +the persons around me, and the flections of my facial muscles were altogether +unfamiliar. + +Even my speech seemed awkward and foreign. I used my vocal organs clumsily +and gropingly, and my diction had a curiously stilted quality, as if I had +laboriously learned the English language from books. The pronunciation was +barbarously alien, whilst the idiom seemed to include both scraps of curious +archaism and expressions of a wholly incomprehensible cast. + +Of the latter, one in particular was very potently - even terrifiedly - recalled by +the youngest of the physicians twenty years afterward. For at that late period +such a phrase began to have an actual currency - first in England and then in the +United States - and though of much complexity and indisputable newness, it +reproduced in every least particular the mystifying words of the strange Arkham +patient of 1908. + +Physical strength returned at once, although I required an odd amount of re- +education in the use of my hands, legs, and bodily apparatus in general. Because + + + + +of this and other handicaps inherent in the mnemonic lapse, I was for some time +kept under strict medical care. + +When I saw that my attempts to conceal the lapse had failed, I admitted it +openly, and became eager for information of all sorts. Indeed, it seemed to the +doctors that I lost interest in my proper personality as soon as I found the case of +amnesia accepted as a natural thing. + +They noticed that my chief efforts were to master certain points in history, +science, art, language, and folklore - some of them tremendously abstruse, and +some childishly simple - which remained, very oddly in many cases, outside my +consciousness. + +At the same time they noticed that I had an inexplicable command of many +almost unknown sorts of knowledge - a command which I seemed to wish to +hide rather than display. I would inadvertently refer, with casual assurance, to +specific events in dim ages outside of the range of accepted history - passing off +such references as a jest when I saw the surprise they created. And I had a way of +speaking of the future which two or three times caused actual fright. + +These uncanny flashes soon ceased to appear, though some observers laid their +vanishment more to a certain furtive caution on my part than to any waning of +the strange knowledge behind them. Indeed, I seemed anomalously avid to +absorb the speech, customs, and perspectives of the age around me; as if I were a +studious traveller from a far, foreign land. + +As soon as permitted, I haunted the college library at all hours; and shortly +began to arrange for those odd travels, and special courses at American and +European Universities, which evoked so much comment during the next few +years. + +I did not at any time suffer from a lack of learned contacts, for my case had a +mild celebrity among the psychologists of the period. I was lectured upon as a +typical example of secondary personality - even though I seemed to puzzle the +lecturers now and then with some bizarre symptoms or some queer trace of +carefully veiled mockery. + +Of real friendliness, however, I encountered little. Something in my aspect and +speech seemed to excite vague fears and aversions in every one I met, as if I were +a being infinitely removed from all that is normal and healthful. This idea of a +black, hidden horror connected with incalculable gulfs of some sort of distance +was oddly widespread and persistent. + + + + +My own family formed no exception. From the moment of my strange waking +my wife had regarded me with extreme horror and loathing, vowing that I was +some utter alien usurping the body of her husband. In 1910 she obtained a legal +divorce, nor would she ever consent to see me even after my return to normality +in 1913. These feelings were shared by my elder son and my small daughter, +neither of whom I have ever seen since. + +Only my second son, Wingate, seemed able to conquer the terror and repulsion +which my change aroused. He indeed felt that I was a stranger, but though only +eight years old held fast to a faith that my proper self would return. When it did +return he sought me out, and the courts gave me his custody. In succeeding years +he helped me with the studies to which I was driven, and today, at thirty-five, he +is a professor of psychology at Miskatonic. + +But I do not wonder at the horror caused - for certainly, the mind, voice, and +facial expression of the being that awakened on 15 May 1908, were not those of +Nathaniel Wingate Peastee. + +I will not attempt to tell much of my life from 1908 to 1913, since readers may +glean I the outward essentials - as I largely had to do - from files of old +newspapers and scientific journals. + +I was given charge of my funds, and spent them slowly and on the whole wisely, +in travel and in study at various centres of learning. My travels, however, were +singular in the extreme, involving long visits to remote and desolate places. + +In 1909 I spent a month in the Himalayas, and in 1911 roused much attention +through a camel trip into the unknown deserts of Arabia. What happened on +those journeys I have never been able to learn. + +During the summer of 1912 I chartered a ship and sailed in the Arctic, north of +Spitzbergen, afterward showing signs of disappointment. + +Later in that year I spent weeks - alone beyond the limits of previous or +subsequent exploration in the vast limestone cavern systems of western Virginia +- black labyrinths so complex that no retracing of my steps could even be +considered. + +My sojourns at the universities were marked by abnormally rapid assimilation, +as if the secondary personality had an intelligence enormously superior to my +own. I have found, also, that my rate of reading and solitary study was +phenomenal. I could master every detail of a book merely by glancing over it as + + + + +fast as I could turn the leaves; while my skill at interpreting complex figures in +an instant was veritably awesome. + +At times there appeared almost ugly reports of my power to influence the +thoughts and acts of others, though I seemed to have taken care to minimize +displays of this faculty. + +Other ugly reports concerned my intimacy with leaders of occultist groups, and +scholars suspected of connection with nameless bands of abhorrent elder-world +hierophants. These rumours, though never proved at the time, were doubtless +stimulated by the known tenor of some of my reading - for the consuUtation of +rare books at libraries cannot be effected secretly. + +There is tangible proof - in the form of marginal notes - that I went minutely +through such things as the Comte d'Erlette's Cultes des Goules, Ludvig Prinn's +De Vermis Mysteriis, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, the surviving +fragments of the puzzling Book of Eibon, and the dreaded Necronomicon of the +mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. Then, too, it is undeniable that a fresh and evil wave +of underground cult activity set in about the time of my odd mutation. + +In the summer of 1913 I began to display signs of ennui and flagging interest, +and to hint to various associates that a change might soon be expected in me. I +spoke of returning memories of my earlier life - though most auditors judged me +insincere, since all the recollections I gave were casual, and such as might have +been learned from my old private papers. + +About the middle of August I returned to Arkham and re-opened my long- +closed house in Crane Street. Here I installed a mechanism of the most curious +aspect, constructed piecemeal by different makers of scientific apparatus in +Europe and America, and guarded carefully from the sight of any one intelligent +enough to analyse it. + +Those who did see it - a workman, a servant, and the new housekeeper - say that +it was a queer mixture of rods, wheels, and mirros, though only about two feet +tall, one foot wide, and one foot thick. The central mirror was circular and +convex. All this is borne out by such makers of parts as can be located. + +On the evening of Friday, 26 September, I dismissed the housekeeper and the +maid until noon of the next day. Lights burned in the house till late, and a lean, +dark, curiously foreign-looking man called in an automobile. + + + + +It was about one A.M. that the hghts were last seen. At 2.15 A.M. a poHceman +observed the place in darkness, but the strager's motor still at the curb. By 4 +o'clock the motor was certainly gone. + +It was at 6 o'clock that a hesitant, foreign voice on the telephone asked Dr Wilson +to call at my house and bring me out of a peculiar faint. This call - a long-distance +one - was later traced to a public booth in the North Station in Boston, but no +sign of the lean foreigner was ever unearthed. + +When the doctor reached my house he found me unconscious in the sitting room + +- in an easy-chair with a table drawn up before it. On the polished top were +scratches showing where some heavy object had rested. The queer machine was +gone, nor was anything afterward heard of it. Undoubtedly the dark, lean +foreigner had taken it away. + +In the library grate were abundant ashes, evidently left from the burning of the +every remainmg scrap of paper on which I had written since the advent of the +amnesia. Dr Wilson found my breathing very peculiar, but after a hypodermic +injection it became more regular. + +At 11.15 A.M., 27 September, I stirred vigorously, and my hitherto masklike face +began to show signs of expression. Dr Wilson remarked that the expression was +not that of my secondary personality, but seemed much like that of my normal +self. About 11.30 I muttered some very curious syllables - syllables which seemed +unrelated to any human speech. I appeared, too, to struggle against something. +Then, just afternoon - the housekeeper and the maid having meanwhile returned + +- I began to mutter in English. + +"- of the orthodox economists of that period, Jevons typifies the prevailing trend +toward scientific correlation. His attempt to link the commercial cycle of +prosperity and depression with the physical cycle of the solar spots forms +perhaps the apex of -" + +Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee had come back - a spirit in whose time scale it was +still Thursday morning in 1908, with the economics class gazing up at the +battered desk on the platform. + + +My reabsorption into normal life was a painful and difficult process. The loss of +over five years creates more complications than can be imagined, and in my case +there were countless matters to be adjusted. + + + + +What I heard of my actions since 1908 astonished and disturbed me, but I tried to +view the matter as philosophically as I could. At last, regaining custody of my +second son, Wingate, I settled down with him in the Crane Street house and +endeavoured to resume my teaching - my old professorship having been kindly +offered me by the college. + +I began work with the February, 1914, term, and kept at it just a year. By that +time I realized how badly my experience had shaken me. Though perfectly sane - +I hoped - and with no flaw in my original personality, I had not the nervous +energy of the old days. Vague dreams and queer ideas continually haunted me, +and when the outbreak of the World War turned my mind to history I found +myself thinking of periods and events in the oddest possible fashion. + +My conception of time, my ability to distinguish between consecutiveness and +simultaneousness - seemed subtly disordered so that I formed chimerical notions +about living in one age and casting one's mind all over etenity for knowledge of +past and future ages. + +The war gave me strange impressions of remembering some of its far-off +consequences - as if I knew how it was coming out and could look back upon it +in the light of future information. All such quasi-memories were attended with +much pain, and with a feeling that some artificial psychological barrier was set a +against them. + +When I diffidently hinted to others about my impressions I met with varied +responses. Some persons looked uncomfortably at me, but men in the +mathematics department spoke of new developments in those theories of +relativity - then discussed only in learned circles - which were later to become so +famous. Dr. Albert Einstein, they said, was rapidly reducing time to the status of +a mere dimension. + +But the dreams and disturbed feelings gained on me, so that I had to drop my +regular work in 1915. Certainly the impressions were taking an annoying shape - +giving me the persistent notion that my amnesia had formed some unholy sort of +exchange; that the secondary personality had indeed had had suffered +displacement, been an in- + +Thus I was driven to vague and fright speculations concerning the whereabouts +of my true self during the years that another had held my body. The curious +knowledge and strange conduct of my body's late tenant troubled me more and +more as I learned further details from persons, papers, and magazines. + + + + +Queernesses that had baffled others seemed to harmonize terribly with some +background of black knowledge which festered in the chasms of my +subconscious. I began to search feverishly for every scrap of information bearing +on the studies and travels of that other one during the dark years. + +Not all of my troubles were as semi-abstract as this. There were the dreams - and +these seemed to grow in vividness and concreteness. Knowing how most would +regard them, I seldom mentioned them to anyone but my son or certain trusted +psychologists, but eventually I commenced a scientific study of other cases in +order to see how typical or nontypical such visions might be among amnesia +victims. + +My results, aided by psychologists, historians, anthropologists, and mental +specialists of wide experience, and by a study that included all records of split +personalities from the days of daemonic-possession legends to the medically +realistic present, at first bothered me more than they consoled me. + +I soon found that my dreams had, indeed, no counterpart in the overwhelming +bulk of true amnesia cases. There remained, however, a tiny residue of accounts +which for years baffled and shocked me with their parallelism to my own +experience. Some of them were bits of ancient folklore; others were case histories +in the annals of medicine; one or two were anecdotes obscurely buried in +standard histories. + +It thus appeared that, while my special kind of affliction was prodigiously rare, +instances of it had occurred at long intervals ever since the beginnig of men's +annals. Some centuries might contain one, two, or three cases, others none - or at +least none whose record survived. + +The essence was always the same - a person of keen thoughtfulness seized a +strange secondary life and leading for a greater or lesser period an utterly alien +existence typified at first by vocal and bodily awkwardness, an later by a +wholesale acquisition of scientific, historic, artistic, and anthropologic +knowledge; an acquisition carried on with feverish zest and with a wholly +abnormal absorptive power. Then a sudden return of rightful consciousness, +intermittently plagued ever after with vague unplaceable dreams suggesting +fragments of some hideous memory elaborately blotted out. + +And the close resemblance of those nightmares to my own - even in some of the +smallest particulars - left no doubt in my mind of their significantly typical +nature. One or two of the cases had an added ring of faint, blasphemous +familiarity, as if I had heard of them before through some cosmic channel too +morbid and frightful to contemplate. In three instances there was specific + + + + +mention of such an unknown machine as had been in my house before the +second change. + +Another thing that worried me during my investigation was the somewhat +greater frequency of cases where a brief, elusive gHmpse of the typical +nightmares was afforded to persons not visited well-defined amnesia. + +These persons were largely of mediocre mind or less - some so primitive that +they could scarcely be thought of as vehicles forabnormal scholarship and +preternatural mental acquisitions. For a second they would be fired with alien +force - then a backward lapse, and a thin, swift-fading memory of unhuman +horrors. + +There had been at least three such cases during the past half century - one only +fifteen years before. Had something been groping blindly through time from +some unsuspected abyss in Nature? Were these faint cases monstrous, sinister +experiments of a kind and authorship uttely beyond same belief? + +Such were a few of the forless speculations of my weaker hours - fancies abetted +by myths which my studies uncovered. For I could not doubt but that certain +persistent legends of immemorial antiquity, apparently unknown to the victims +and physicians connected with recent amnesia cases, formed a striking and +awesome elaboration of memory lapses such as mine. + +Of the nature of the dreams and impressions which were growing so clamorous I +still almost fear to speak. They seemed to savor of madness, and at times I +believed I was indeed going mad. Was there a special type of delusion afflicting +those who had suffered lapses of memory? Conceivably, the efforts of the +subconscious mind to fill up a perplexing blank with pseudo-memories might +give rise to strange imaginative vagaries. + +This indeed - though an alternative folklore theory finally seemed to me more +plausible - was the belief of many of the alienists who helped me in my search for +parallel cases, and who shared my puzzlement at the exact resemblances +sometimes discovered. + +They did not call the condition true insanity, but classed it rather among neurotic +disorders. My course in trying to track down and analyze it, instead of vaintly +seeking to dismiss or forget it, they heartily endorsed as correct according to the +best psychological principles. I especially valued the advice of such physicians as +had studied me during my possession by the other personality. + + + + +My first disturbances were not visual at all, but concerned the more abstract +matters which I have mentioned. There was, too, a feeling of profound and +inexplicable horror concerning myself. I developed a queer fear of seeing my +own form, as if my eyes would find it something utterly alien and inconceivably +abhorrent. + +When I did glance down and behold the familiar human shape in quiet grey or +blue clothing, I always felt a curious relief, though in order to gain this relief I +had to conquer an infinite dread. I shunned mirrors as much as possible, and was +always shaved at the barber's. + +It was a long time before I correlated any of these disappointed feelings with the +fleeting, visual impressions which began to develop. The first such correlation +had to do with the odd sensation of an external, artificial restraint on my +memory. + +I felt that the snatches of sight I experienced had a profound and terrible +meaning, and a frightful connexion with myself, but that some purposeful +influence held me from grasping that meaning and that connexion. Then came +that queerness about the element of time, and with it desperate efforts to place +the fragmentary dream-glimpses in the chronological and spatial pattern. + +The glimpses themselves were at first merely strange rather than horrible. I +would seem to be in an enormous vaulted chamber whose lofty stone aroinings +were well-nigh lost in the shadows overhead. In whatever time or place the scene +might be, the principle of the arch was known as fully and used as extensively as +by the Romans. + +There were colossal, round windows and high, arched doors, and pedestals or +tables each as tall as the height of an ordinary room. Vast shelves of dark wood +lined the walls, holding what seemed to be volumes of immense size with +strange hieroglyphs on their backs. + +The exposed stonework held curious carvings, always in curvilinear +mathematical designs, and there were chiselled inscriptions in the same +characters that the huge books bore. The dark granite masonry was of a +monstrous megathic type, with lines of convex-topped blocks fitting the concave- +bottomed courses which rested upon them. + +There were no chairs, but the tops of the vast pedestals were littered with books, +papers, and what seemed to be writing materials - oddly figured jars of a +purplish metal, and rods with stained tips. Tall as the pedestals were, I seemed at +times able to view them from above. On some of them were great globes of + + + + +luminous crystal serving as lamps, and inexplicable machines formed of vitreous +tubes and metal rods. + +The windows were glazed, and latticed with stout-looking bars. Though I dared +not approach and peer out them, I could see from where I was he waving tops of +singular fern-like growths. The floor was of massive octagonal flagstones, while +rugs and hangings were entirely lacking. + +Later I had visions of sweeping through Cyclopean corridors of stone, and up +and down gigantic inclined planes of the same monstrous masonry. There were +no stairs anywhere, nor was any passageway less than thirty feet wide. Some of +the structures through which I floated must have towered in the sky for +thousands of feet. + +There were multiple levels of black vaults below, and never-opened trapdoors, +sealed down with metal bands and holding dim suggestions of some special +peril. + +I seemed to be a prisoner, and horror hung broodingly over everything I saw. I +felt that the mocking curvilinear hieroglyphs on the walls would blast my soul +with their message were I not guarded by a merciful ignorance. + +Still later my dreams included vistas from the great round windows, and from +the titanic flat roof, with its curious gardens, wide barren area, and high, +scalloped parapet of stone, to which the topmost of the inclined planes led. + +There were, almost endless leagues of giant buildings, each in its garden, and +ranged along paved roads fully 200 feet wide. They differed greatly in aspect, but +few were less than 500 feet square or a thousand feet high. Many seemed so +limitless that they must have had a frontage of several thousand feet, while some +shot up to mountainous altitudes in the grey, steamy heavens. + +They seemed to be mainly of stone or concrete, and most of them embodied the +oddly curvilinear type of masonry noticeable in the building that held me. Roofs +were flat and garden-covered, and tended to have scalloped parapets. Sometimes +there were terraces and higher levels, and wide, cleared spaces amidst the +gardens. The great roads held hints of motion, but in the earlier visions I could +not resolve this impression into details. + +In certain places I beheld enormous dark cylindrical towers which climbed far +above any of the other structures. These appeared to be of a totally unique nature +and shewed signs of prodigious age and dilapidation. They were built of a +bizarre type of square-cut basalt masonry, and tapered slightly toward their + + + + +rounded tops. Nowhere in any of them could the least traces of windows or +other apertures save huge doors be found. I noticed also some lower buildinigs - +all crumbling with the weathering of aeons - which resembled these dark, +cylindrical towers in basic architecture. Around all these aberrant piles of square- +cut masonry there hovered an inexplicable aura of menace and concentrated fear, +like that bred by the sealed trap-doors. + +The omnipresent gardens were almost terrifying in their strangeness, with +bizarre and unfamiliar forms of vegetation nodding over broad paths lined with +curiously carven monoliths. Abnormally vast fern-like growths predominated - +some green, and some of a ghastly, fungoid pallor. + +Among them rose great spectral things resembling calamites, whose bamboo-like +trunks towered to fabulous heights. Then there were tufted forms like fabulous +cycads, and grotesque dark-green shrubs and trees of coniferous aspect. + +Flowers were small, colourless, and unrecognizable, blooming in geometrical +beds and at large among the greenery. + +In a few of the terrace and roof-top gardens were larger and more blossoms of +most offensive contours and seeming to suggest artificial breeding. Fungi of +inconceivable size, outlines, and colours speckled the scene in patterns +bespeaking some unknown but well-established horticultural tradition. In the +larger gardens on the ground there seemed to be some attempt to preserve the +irregularities of Nature, but on the roofs there was more selectiveness, and more +evidences of the topiary art. + +The sides were almost always moist and cloudy, and sometimes I would seem to +witness tremendous rains. Once in a while, though, there would be glimpses of +the sun - which looked abnormally large - and of the moon, whose markings +held a touch of difference from the normal that I could never quite fathom. When +- very rarely - the night sky was clear to any extent, I beheld constellations which +were nearly beyond recognition. Known outlines were sometimes approximated, +but seldom duplicated; and from the position of the few groups I could +recognize, I felt I must be in the earth's southern hemisphere, near the Tropic of +Capricorn. + +The far horizon was always steamy and indistinct, but I could see that great +jungles of unknown tree-ferns, calamites, lepidodendra, and sigillaria lay outside +the city, their fantastic frondage waving mockingly in the shifting vapours. Now +and then there would be suggestions of motion in the sky, but these my early +visions never resolved. + + + + +By the autumn of 1914 I began to have infrequent dreams of strange floatings +over the city and through the regions around it. I saw interminable roads +through forests of fearsome growths with mottled, fluted, and banded trunks, +and past other cities as strange as the one which persistently haunted me. + +I saw monstrous constructions of black or iridescent tone in glades and clearings +where perpetual twilight reigned, and traversed long causeways over swamps so +dark that I could tell but little of their moist, towering vegetation. + +Once I saw an area of countless miles strewn with age-blasted basaltic ruins +whose architecture had been like that of the few windowless, round-topped +towers in the haunting city. + +And once I saw the sea - a boundless, steamy expanse beyond the colossal stone +piers of an enormous town of domes and arches. Great shapeless sugggestions of +shadow moved over it, and here and there its surface was vexed ith anomalous +spoutings. + + +As I have said, it was not immediately that these wild visions began to hold their +terrifying quality. Certainly, many persons have dreamed intrinsically stranger +things - things compounded of unrelated scraps of daily life, pictures,and +reading, and arranged in fantastically novel forms by the unchecked caprices of +sleep. + +For some time I accepted the visions as natural, even though I had never before +been an extravagant dreamer. Many of the vague anomalies, I argued, must have +come from trivial sources too numerous to track down; while others seemed to +reflect a common text book knowledge of the plants and other conditions of the +primitive world of a hundred and fifty million years ago - the world of the +Permian or Triassic age. + +In the course of some months, however, the element of terror did figure with +accumulating force. This was when the dreams began so unfailingly to have the +aspect of memories, and when my mind began to link them with my growing +abstract disturbances - the feeling of mnemonic restraint, the curious impressions +regarding time, and sense of a loathsome exchange with my secondary +personality of 1908-13, and, considerably later, the inexplicable loathing of my +own person. + +As certain definite details began to enter the dreams, their horror increased a +thousandfold - until by October, 1915, 1 felt I must do something. It was then that + + + + +I began an intensive study of other cases of amnesia and visions, feeling that I +might thereby obectivise my trouble and shake clear of its emotional grip. + +However, as before mentioned, the result was at first almost exactly opposite. It +disturbed me vastly to find that my dreams had been so closely duplicated; +especially since some of the accounts were too early to admit of any geological +knowledge - and therefore of any idea of primitive landscapes - on the subjects' +part. + +What is more, many of these accounts supplied very horrible details and +explanations in connexion with the visions of great buildings and jungle gardens +- and other things. The actual sights and vague impressions were bad enough, +but what was hinted or asserted by some of the other dreamers savored of +madness and blasphemy. Worst of all, my own pseudo-memory was aroused to +milder dreams and hints of coming revelations. And yet most doctors deemed +my course, on he whole, an advisable one. + +I studied psychology systematically, and under the prevailing stimulus my son +Wingate did the same - his studies leading eventually to his present +professorship. In 1917 and 1918 I took special courses at Miskatonic. Meanwhile, +my examination of medical, historical, and anthropological records became +indefatigable, involving travels to distant libraries, and finally including even a +reading of the hideous books of forbidden elder lore in which my secondary +personality had been so disturbingly interested. + +Some of the latter were the actual copies I had consulted in my altered state, and +I was greatly disturbed by certain marginal notations and ostensible corrections +of the hideous text in a script and idiom which somehow seemed oddly +unhuman. + +These markings were mostly in the respective languages of the various books, all +of which the writer seemed to know with equal, though obviously academic, +facility. One note appended to von Junzt's Unaussprechlichen Kulten, however, +was alarmingly otherwise. It consisted of certain curvilinear hieroglyphs in the +same ink as that of the German corrections, but following no recognized human +pattern. And these hieroglyphs were closely and unmistakably aldn to the +characters constantly met with in my dreams - characters whose meaning I +would sometimes momentarily fancy I knew, or was just on the brink of +recalling. + +To complete my black confusion, my librarians assured me that, in view of +previous examinations and records of consultation of the volumes in question, all +of these notations must have been made by myself in my secondary state. This + + + + +despite the fact that I was and still am ignorant of three of the languages +involved. + +Piecing together the scattered records, ancient and modern, anthropological and +medical, I found a fairly consistent mixture of myth and hallucination whose +scope and wildness left me utterly dazed. Only one thing consoled me, the fact +that the myths were of such early existence. What lost knowledge could have +brought pictures of the Palaeozoic or Mesozoic landscape into these primitive +fables, I could not even guess; but the pictures had been there. Thus, a basis +existed for the formation of a fixed type of delusion. + +Cases of amnesia no doubt created the general myth pattern - but afterward the +fanciful accretions of the myths must have reacted on amnesia sufferers and +coloured their pseudo-memories. I myself had read and heard all the early tales +during my memory lapse - my quest had amply proved that. Was it not natural, +then, for my subsequent dreams and emotional impressions to become coloured +and moulded by what my memory subtly held over from my secondary state? + +A few of the myths had significant connexions with other cloudy legends of the +pre-human world, especially those Hindu tales involving stupefying gulfs of +time and forming part of the lore of modern theosopists. + +Primal myth and modern delusion joined in their assumption that mankind is +only one - perhaps the least - of the highly evolved and dominant races of this +planet's long and largely unknown career. Things of inconceivable shape, they +implied, had reared towers to the sky and delved into every secret of Nature +before the first amphibian forbear of man had crawled out of the hot sea 300 +million years ago. + +Some had come down from the stars; a few were as old as the cosmos itself, +others had arisen swiftly from terrene germs as far behind the first germs of our +life-cycle as those germs are behind ourselves. Spans of thousands of millions of +years, and linkages to other galaxies and universes, were freely spoken of. +Indeed, there was no such thing as time in its humanly accepted sense. + +But most of the tales and impressions concerned a relatively late race, of a queer +and intricate shape, resembling no life-form known to science, which had lived +till only fifty million years before the advent of man. This, they indicated, was +the greatest race of all because it alone had conquered the secret of time. + +It had learned all things that ever were known or ever would be known on the +earth, through the power of its keener minds to project themselves into the past +and future, even through gulfs of millions of years, and study the lore of every + + + + +age. From the accomplishments of this race arose all legends of prophets, +including those in human mythology. + +In its vast libraries were volumes of texts and pictures holding the whole of +earth's annals-histories and descriptions of every species that had ever been or +that ever would be, with full records of their arts, their achievements, their +languages, and their psychologies. + +With this aeon-embracing knowledge, the Great Race chose from every era and +life-form such thoughts, arts, and processes as might suit its own nature and +situation. Knowledge of the past, secured through a kind of mind-casting outside +the recognized senses, was harder to glean than knowledge of the future. + +In the latter case the course was easier and more material. With suitable +mechanical aid a mind would project itself forward in time, feeling its dim, extra- +sensory way till it approached the desired period. Then, after preliminary trials, +it would seize on the best discoverable representative of the highest of that +period's life-forms. It would enter the organism's brain and set up therein its +own vibrations, while the displaced mind would strike back to the period of the +displacer, remaining in the latter's body till a reverse process was set up. + +The projected mind, in the body of the organism of the future, would then pose +as a member of the race whose outward form it wore, learning as quickly as +possible all that could be learned of the chosen age and its massed information +and techniques. + +Meanwhile the displaced mind, thrown back to the displacer's age and body, +would be carefully guarded. It would be kept from harming the body it +occupied, and would be drained of all its knowledge by trained questioners. +Often it could be questioned in its own language, when previous quests into the +future had brought back records of that language. + +If the mind came from a body whose language the Great Race could not +physically reproduce, clever machines would be made, on which the alien speech +could be played as on a musical instrument. + +The Great Race's members were immense rugose cones ten feet high, and with +head and other organs attached to foot-thick, distensible limbs spreading from +the apexes. They spoke by the clicking or scraping of huge paws or claws +attached to the end of two of their four limbs, and walked by the expansion and +contraction of a viscous layer attached to their vast, ten-foot bases. + + + + +When the captive mind's amazement and resentment had worn off, and when - +assuming that it came from a body vastly different from the Great Race's - it had +lost its horror at its unfamiliar temporary form, it was permitted to study its new +environment and experience a wonder and wisdom approyimating that of its +displacer. + +With suitable precautions, and in exchange for suitable services, it was allowed +to rove all over the habitable world in titan airships or on the huge boatlike +atomic-engined vehicles which traversed the great roads, and to delve freely into +the libraries containing the records of the planet's past and future. + +This reconciled many captive minds to their lot; since none were other than keen, +and to such minds the unveiling of hidden mysteries of earth-closed chapters of +inconceivable pasts and dizzying vortices of future time which include the years +ahead of their own natural ages-forms always, despite the abysmal horrors often +unveiled, the supreme experience of life. + +Now and then certain captives were permitted to meet other captive minds +seized from the future - to exchange thoughts with consciousnesses living a +hundred or a thousand or a million years before or after their own ages. And all +were urged to write copiously in their own languages of themselves and their +respective periods; such documents to be filed in the great central archives. + +It may be added that there was one special type of captive whose privileges were +far greater than those of the majority. These were the dying permanent exiles, +whose bodies in the future had been seized by keen-minded members of the +Great Race who, faced with death, sought to escape mental extinction. + +Such melancholy exiles were not as common as might be expected, since the +longevity of the Great Race lessened its love of life - especially among those +superior minds capable of projection. From cases of the permanent projection of +elder minds arose many of those lasting changes of personality noticed in later +history - including mankind's. + +As for the ordinary cases of exploration - when the displacing mind had learned +what it wished in the future, it would build an apparatus like that which had +started its flight and reverse the process of projection. Once more it would be in +its own body in its own age, while the lately captive mind would return to that +body of the future to which it properly belonged. + +Only when one or the other of the bodies had died during the exchange was this +restoration impossible. In such cases, of course, the exploring mind had - like +those of the death-escapers - to live out an alien-bodied life in the future; or else + + + + +the captive mind-like the dying permanent exiles - had to end its days in the +form and past age of the Great Race. + +This fate was least horrible when the captive mind was also of the Great Race - a +not infrequent occurrence, since in all its periods that race was intensely +concerned with its own future. The number of dying permanent exiles of the +Great Race was very slight - largely because of the tremendous penalties attached +to displacements of future Great Race minds by the moribund. + +Through projection, arrangements were made to inflict these penalties on the +offending minds in their new future bodies - and sometimes forced reexchanges +were effected. + +Complex cases of the displacement of exploring or already captive minds by +minds in various regions of the past had been known and carefully rectified. In +every age since the discovery of mind projection, a minute but well-recognised +element of the population consisted of Great Race minds from past ages, +sojourning for a longer or shorter while. + +When a captive mind of alien origin was returned to its own body in the future, +it was purged by an intricate mechanical hypnosis of all it had learned in the +Great Race's age - this because of certain troublesome consequences inherent in +the general carrying forward of knowledge in large quantities. + +The few existing instances of clear transmission had caused, and would cause at +known future times, great disasters. And it was largely in consequence of two +cases of this kind - said the old myths - that mankind had learned what it had +concerning the Great Race. + +Of all things surviving physically and directly from that aeon-distant world, +there remained only certain ruins of great stones in far places and under the sea, +and parts of the text of the frightful Pnakotic Manuscripts. + +Thus the returning mind reached its own age with only the faintest and most +fragmentary visions of what it had undergone since its seizure. All memories +that could be eradicated were eradicated, so that in most cases only a dream- +shadowed blank stretched back to the time of the first exchange. Some minds +recalled more than others, and the chance joining of memories had at rare times +brought hints of the forbidden past to future ages. + +There probably never was a time when groups or cults did not secretly cherish +certain of these hints. In the Necronomicon the presence of such a cult among + + + + +human beings was suggested - a cult that sometimes gave aid to minds voyaging +down the aeons from the days of the Great Race. + +And, meanwhile, the Great Race itself waxed well-nigh omniscient, and turned +to the task of setting up exchanges with the minds of other planets, and of +exploring their pasts and futures. It sought likewise to fathom the past years and +origin of that black, aeon-dead orb in far space whence its own mental heritage +had come - for the mind of the Great Race was older than its bodily form. + +The beings of a dying elder world, wise with the ultimate secrets, had looked +ahead for a new world and species wherein they might have long life; and had +sent their minds en masse into that future race best adapted to house them - the +cone-shaped beings that peopled our earth a billion years ago. + +Thus the Great Race came to be, while the myriad minds sent backward were left +to die in the horror of strange shapes. Later the race would again face death, yet +would live through another forward migration of its best minds into the bodies +of others who had a longer physical span ahead of them. + +Such was the background of intertwined legend and hallucination. When, +around 1920, 1 had my researches in coherent shape, I felt a slight lessening of the +tension which their earlier stages had increased. After all, and in spite of the +fancies prompted by blind emotions, were not most of my phenomena readily +explainable? Any chance might have turned my mind to dark studies during the +amnesia - and then I read the forbidden legends and met the members of ancient +and ill-regarded cults. That, plainly, supplied the material for the dreams and +disturbed feelings which came after the return of memory. + +As for the marginal notes in dream-hieroglyphs and languages unknown to me, +but laid at my door by librarians - I might easily have picked up a smattering of +the tongues during my secondary state, while the hieroglyphs were doubtless +coined by my fancy from descriptions in old legends, and afterward woven into +my dreams. I tried to verify certain points through conversation with known cult +leaders, but never succeeded in establishing the right connexions. + +At times the parallelism of so many cases in so many distant ages continued to +worry me as it had at first, but on the other hand I reflected that the excitant +folklore was undoubtedly more universal in the past than in the present. + +Probably all the other victims whose cases were like mine had had a long and +familiar knowledge of the tales I had learned only when in my secondary state. +When these victims had lost their memory, they had associated themselves with +the creatures of their household myths - the fabulous invaders supposed to + + + + +displace men's minds - and had thus embarked upon quests for knowledge +which they thought they could take back to a fancied, non-human past. + +Then, when their memory returned, they reversed the associative process and +thought of themselves as the former captive minds instead of as the displacers. +Hence the dreams and pseudo-memories following the conventional myth +pattern. + +Despite the seeming cumbrousness of these explanations, they came finally to +supersede all others in my mind-largely because of the greater weakness of any +rival theory. And a substantial number of eminent psychologists and +anthropologists gradually agreed with me. + +The more I reflected, the more convincing did my reasoning seem; till in the end +I had a really effective bulwark against the visions and impressions which still +assailed me. Suppose I did see strange things at night? These were only what I +had heard and read of. Suppose I did have odd loathings and perspectives and +pseudo-memories? These, too, were only echoes of myths absorbed in my +secondary state. Nothing that I might dream, nothing that I might feel, could be +of any actual significance. + +Fortified by this philosophy, I greatly improved in nervous equilibrium, even +though the visions - rather than the abstract impressions - steadily became more +frequent and more disturbingly detailed. In 1922 I felt able to undertake regular +work again, and put my newly gained knowledge to practical use by accepting +an instructorship in psychology at the university. + +My old chair of political economy had long been adequately filled - besides +which, methods of teaching economics had changed greatly since my heyday. +My son was at this time just entering on the post-graduate studies leading to his +resent professorship, and we worked together a great deal. + + +I continued, however, to keep a careful record of the outre dreams which +crowded upon me so thickly and vividly. Such a record, I argued, was of genuine +value as a psychological document. The glimpses still seemed damnably like +memories, though I fought off this impression with a goodly measure of success. + +In writing, I treated the phantasmata as things seen; but at all other times I +brushed them aside like any gossamer illusions of the night. I had never +mentioned such matters in common conversation; though reports of them, +filtering out as such things will, had aroused sundry rumors regarding my + + + + +mental health. It is amusing to reflect that these rumors were confined wholly to +laymen, without a single champion among physicians or psychologists. + +Of my visions after 1914 I will here mention only a few, since fuller accounts and +records are at the disposal of the serious student. It is evident that with time the +curious inhibitions somewhat waned, for the scope of my visions vastly +increased. They have never, though, become other than disjointed fragments +seemingly without clear motivation. + +Within the dreams I seemed gradually to acquire a greater and greater freedom +of wandering. I floated through many strange buildings of stone, going from one +to the other along mammoth underground passages which seemed to form the +common avenues of transit. Sometimes I encountered those gigantic sealed trap- +doors in the lowest level, around which such an aura of fear and forbiddenness +clung. + +I saw tremendously tessellated pools, and rooms of curious and inexplicable +utensils of myriad sorts. Then there were colossal caverns of intricate machinery +whose outlines and purpose were wholly strange to me, and whose sound +manifested itself only after many years of dreaming. I may here remark that sight +and sound are the only senses I have ever exercised in the visionary world. + +The real horror began in May, 1915, when I first saw the living things. This was +before my studies had taught me what, in view of the myths and case histories, +to expect. As mental barriers wore down, I beheld great masses of thin vapour in +various parts of the building and in the streets below. + +These steadily grew more solid and distinct, till at last I could trace their +monstrous outlines with uncomfortable ease. They seemed to be enormous, +iridescent cones, about ten feet high and ten feet wide at the base, and made up +of some ridgy, scaly, semi-elastic matter. From their apexes projected four +flexible, cylindrical members, each a foot thick, and of a ridgy substance like that +of the cones themselves. + +These members were sometimes contracted almost to nothing, and sometimes +extended to any distance up to about ten feet. Terminating two of them were +enormous claws or nippers. At the end of a third were four red, trumpetlike +appendages. The fourth terminated in an irregular yellowish globe some two feet +in diameter and having three great dark eyes ranged along its central +circumference. + +Surmounting this head were four slender grey stalks bearing flower-like +appendages, whilst from its nether side dangled eight greenish antennae or + + + + +tentacles. The great base of the central cone was fringed with a rubbery, grey +substance which moved the whole entity through expansion and contraction. + +Their actions, though harmless, horrified me even more than their appearance - +for it is not wholesome to watch monstrous objects doing what one had known +only human beings to do. These objects moved intelligently about the great +rooms, getting books from the shelves and taking them to the great tables, or vice +versa, and sometimes writing diligently with a peculiar rod gripped in the +greenish head tentacles. The huge nippers were used in carrying books and in +conversation-speech consisting of a kind of clicking and scraping. + +The objects had no clothing, but wore satchels or knapsacks suspended from the +top of the conical trunk. They commonly carried their head and its supporting +member at the level of the cone top, although it was frequently raised or +lowered. + +The other three great members tended to rest downward at the sides of the cone, +contracted to about five feet each when not in use. From their rate of reading, +writing, and operating their machines - those on the tables seemed somehow +connected with thought - I concluded that their intelligence was enormously +greater than man's. + +Aftenvard I saw them everywhere; swarming in all the great chambers and +corridors, tending monstrous machines in vaulted crypts, and racing along the +vast roads in gigantic, boat-shaped cars. I ceased to be afraid of them, for they +seemed to form supremely natural parts of their environment. + +Individual differences amongst them began to be manifest, and a few appeared +to be under some kind of restraint. These latter, though shewing no physical +variation, had a diversity of gestures and habits which marked them off not only +from the majority, but very largely from one another. + +They wrote a great deal in what seemed to my cloudy vision a vast variety of +characters - never the typical curvilinear hieroglyphs of the majority. A few, I +fancied, used our own familiar alphabet. Most of them worked much more +slowly than the general mass of the entities. + +All this time my own part in the dreams seemed to be that of a disembodied +consciousness with a range of vision wider than the normal, floating freely +about, yet confined to the ordinary avenues and speeds of travel. Not until +August, 1915, did any suggestions of bodily existence begin to harass me. I say +harass, because the first phase was a purely abstract, though infinitely terrible, +association of my previously noted body loathing with the scenes of my visions. + + + + +For a while my chief concern during dreams was to avoid looking down at +myself, and I recall how grateful I was for the total absence of large mirrors in the +strange rooms. I was mightily troubled by the fact that I always saw the great +tables - whose height could not be under ten feet - from a level not below that of +their surfaces. + +And then the morbid temptation to look down at myself became greater and +greater, till one night I could not resist it. At first my downward glance revealed +nothing whatever. A moment later I perceived that this was because my head lay +at the end of a flexible neck of enormous length. Retracting this neck and gazing +down very sharply, I saw the scaly, rugose, iridescent bulk of a vast cone ten feet +tall and ten feet wide at the base. That was when I waked half of Arkham with +my screaming as I plunged madly up from the abyss of sleep. + +Only after weeks of hideous repetition did I grow half-reconciled to these visions +of myself in monstrous form. In the dreams I now moved bodily among the other +unknown entities, reading terrible books from the endless shelves and writing +for hours at the great tables with a stylus managed by the green tentacles that +hung down from my head. + +Snatches of what I read and wrote would linger in my memory. There were +horrible annals of other worlds and other universes, and of stirrings of formless +life outside of all universes. There were records of strange orders of beings which +had peopled the world in forgotten pasts, and frightful chronicles of grotesque- +bodied intelligences which would people it millions of years after the death of +the last human being. + +I learned of chapters in human history whose existence no scholar of today has +ever suspected. Most of these writings were in the language of the hieroglyphs; +which I studied in a queer way with the aid of droning machines, and which was +evidently an agglutinative speech with root systems utterly unlike any found in +human languages. + +Other volumes were in other unknown tongues learned in the same queer way. +A very few were in languages I knew. Extremely clever pictures, both inserted in +the records and forming separate collections, aided me immensely. And all the +time I seemed to be setting down a history of my own age in English. On waking, +I could recall only minute and meaningless scraps of the unknown tongues +which my dream-self had mastered, though whole phrases of the history stayed +with me. + +I learned - even before my waking self had studied the parallel cases or the old +myths from which the dreams doubtless sprang - that the entities around me + + + + +were of the world's greatest race, which had conquered time and had sent +exploring minds into every age. I knew, too, that I had been snatched from my +age while another used my body in that age, and that a few of the other strange +forms housed similarly captured minds. I seemed to talk, in some odd language +of claw clickings, with exiled intellects from every corner of the solar system. + +There was a mind from the planet we know as Venus, which would live +incalculable epochs to come, and one from an outer moon of Jupiter six million +years in the past. Of earthly minds there were some from the winged, +starheaded, half-vegetable race of palaeogean Antarctica; one from the reptile +people of fabled Valusia; three from the furry pre-human Hyperborean +worshippers of Tsathoggua; one from the wholly abominable Tcho-Tchos; two +from the arachnid denizens of earth's last age; five from the hardy coleopterous +species immediately following mankind, to which the Great Race was some day +to transfer its keenest minds en masse in the face of horrible peril; and several +from different branches of humanity. + +I talked with the mind of Yiang-Li, a philosopher from the cruel empire of Tsan- +Chan, which is to come in 5,000 A.D.; with that of a general of the greatheaded +brown people who held South Africa in 50,000 B.C.; with that of a twelfth- +century Florentine monk named Bartolomeo Corsi; with that of a king of Lomar +who had ruled that terrible polar land one hundred thousand years before the +squat, yellow Inutos came from the west to engulf it. + +I talked with the mind of Nug-Soth, a magician of the dark conquerors of 16,000 +A.D.; with that of a Roman named Titus Sempronius Blaesus, who had been a +quaestor in Sulla's time; with that of Khephnes, an Egyptian of the 14th Dynasty, +who told me the hideous secret of Nyarlathotep, with that of a priest of Atlantis' +middle kingdom; with that of a Suffolk gentleman of Cromwell's day, James +Woodville; with that of a court astronomer of pre-Inca Peru; with that of the +Australian physicist Nevil Kingston-Brown, who will die in 2,518 A.D.; with that +of an archimage of vanished Yhe in the Pacific; with that of Theodotides, a +Greco-Bactrian official Of 200 B.C.; with that of an aged Frenchman of Louis +XIII's time named Pierre-Louis Montagny; with that of Crom-Ya, a Cimmerian +chieftain of 15,000 B.C.; and with so many others that my brain cannot hold the +shocking secrets and dizzying marvels I learned from them. + +I awaked each morning in a fever, sometimes frantically trying to verify or +discredit such information as fell within the range of modern human knowledge. +Traditional facts took on new and doubtful aspects, and I marvelled at the +dream-fancy which could invent such surprising addenda to history and science. + + + + +I shivered at the mysteries the past may conceal, and trembled at the menaces the +future may bring forth. What was hinted in the speech of post-human entities of +the fate of mankind produced such an effect on me that I will not set it down +here. + +After man there would be the mighty beetle civilisation, the bodies of whose +members the cream of the Great Race would seize when the monstrous doom +overtook the elder world. Later, as the earth's span closed, the transferred minds +would again migrate through time and space - to another stopping-place in the +bodies of the bulbous vegetable entities of Mercury. But there would be races +after them, clinging pathetically to the cold planet and burrowing to its horror- +filled core, before the utter end. + +Meanwhile, in my dreams, I wrote endlessly in that history of my own age which +I was preparing - half voluntarily and half through promises of increased library +and travel opportunities - for the Great Race's central archives. The archives were +in a colossal subterranean structure near the city's center, which I came to know +well through frequent labors and consultations. Meant to last as long as the race, +and to withstand the fiercest of earth's convulsions, this titan repository +surpassed all other buildings in the massive, mountain-like firmness of its +construction. + +The records, written or printed on great sheets of a curiously tenacious cellulose +fabric were bound into books that opened from the top, and were kept in +individual cases of a strange, extremely light, restless metal of greyish hue, +decorated with mathematical designs and bearing the title in the Great Race's +curvilinear hieroglyphs. + +These cases were stored in tiers of rectangular vaults-like closed, locked shelves - +wrought of the same rustless metal and fastened by knobs with intricate +turnings. My own history was assigned a specific place in the vaults of the lowest +or vertebrate level - the section devoted to the culture of mankind and of the +furry and reptilian races immediately preceding it in terrestrial dominance. + +But none of the dreams ever gave me a full picture of daily life. All were the +merest misty, disconnected fragments, and it is certain that these fragments were +not unfolded in their rightful sequence. I have, for example, a very imperfect idea +of my own living arrangements in the dream-world; though I seem to have +possessed a great stone room of my own. My restrictions as a prisoner gradually +disappeared, so that some of the visions included vivid travels over the mighty +jungle roads, sojourns in strange cities, and explorations of some of the vast, +dark, windowless ruins from which the Great Race shrank in curious fear. There +were also long sea voyages in enormous, many-decked boats of incredible + + + + +swiftness, and trips over wild regions in closed projectile-like airships lifted and +moved by electrical repulsion. + +Beyond the wide, warm ocean were other cities of the Great Race, and on one far +continent I saw the crude villages of the black-snouted, winged creatures who +would evolve as a dominant stock after the Great Race had sent its foremost +minds into the future to escape the creeping horror. Flatness and exuberant green +life were always the keynote of the scene. Hills were low and sparse, and usually +displayed signs of volcanic forces. + +Of the animals I saw, I could write volumes. All were wild; for the Great Race's +mechanised culture had long since done away with domestic beasts, while food +was wholly vegetable or synthetic. Clumsy reptiles of great bulk floundered in +steaming morasses, fluttered in the heavy air, or spouted in the seas and lakes; +and among these I fancied I could vaguely recognise lesser, archaic prototypes of +many forms - dinosaurs, pterodactyls, ichthyosaurs, labyrinthodonts, +plesiosaurs, and the like-made familiar through palaeontology. Of birds or +mammals there were none that I could discover. + +The ground and swamps were constantly alive with snakes, lizards, and +crocodiles while insects buzzed incessantly among the lush vegetation. And far +out at sea, unspied and unknown monsters spouted mountainous columns of +foam into the vaporous sky. Once I was taken under the ocean in a gigantic +submarine vessel with searchlights, and glimpsed some living horrors of +awesome magnitude. I saw also the ruins of incredible sunken cities, and the +wealth of crinoid, brachiopod, coral, and ichthyic life which everywhere +abounded. + +Of the physiology, psychology, folkways, and detailed history of the Great Race +my visions preserved but little information, and many of the scattered points I +here set down were gleaned from my study of old legends and other cases rather +than from my own dreaming. + +For in time, of course, my reading and research caught up with and passed the +dreams in many phases, so that certain dream-fragments were explained in +advance and formed verifications of what I had learned. This consolingly +established my belief that similar reading and research, accomplished by my +secondary self, had formed the source of the whole terrible fabric of +pseudomemories. + +The period of my dreams, apparently, was one somewhat less than 150,000,000 +years ago, when the Palaeozoic age was giving place to the Mesozoic. The bodies +occupied by the Great Race represented no surviving - or even scientifically + + + + +known-line of terrestrial evolution, but were of a peculiar, closely homogeneous, +and highly specialised organic type inclining as much as to the vegetable as to +the animal state. + +Cell action was of an unique sort almost precluding fatigue, and wholly +eliminating the need of sleep. Nourishment, assimilated through the red +trumpet-like appendages on one of the great flexible limbs, was always semifluid +and in many aspects wholly unlike the food of existing animals. + +The beings had but two of the senses which we recognise - sight and hearing, the +latter accomplished through the flower-like appendages on the grey stalks above +their heads. Of other and incomprehensible senses - not, however, well utilizable +by alien captive minds inhabiting their bodies - they possessed many. Their three +eyes were so situated as to give them a range of vision wider than the normal. +Their blood was a sort of deep-greenish ichor of great thickness. + +They had no sex, but reproduced through seeds or spores which clustered on +their bases and could be developed only under water. Great, shallow tanks were +used for the growth of their young - which were, however, reared only in small +numbers on account of the longevity of individuals - four or five thousand years +being the common life span. + +Markedly defective individuals were quickly disposed of as soon as their defects +were noticed. Disease and the approach of death were, in the absence of a sense +of touch or of physical pain, recognised by purely visual symptoms. + +The dead were incinerated with dignified ceremonies. Once in a while, as before +mentioned, a keen mind would escape death by forward projection in time; but +such cases were not numerous. When one did occur, the exiled mind from the +future was treated with the utmost kindness till the dissolution of its unfamiliar +tenement. + +The Great Race seemed to form a single, loosely knit nation or league, with major +institutions in common, though there were four definite divisions. The political +and economic system of each unit was a sort of fascistic socialism, with major +resources rationally distributed, and power delegated to a small governing board +elected by the votes of all able to pass certain educational and psychological tests. +Family organisation was not overstressed, though ties among persons of +common descent were recognised, and the young were generally reared by their +parents. + +Resemblances to human attitudes and institutions were, of course, most marked +in those fields where on the one hand highly abstract elements were concerned. + + + + +or where on the other hand there was a dominance of the basic, unspeciahsed +urges common to all organic life. A few added likenesses came through +conscious adoption as the Great Race probed the future and copied what it liked. + +Industry, highly mechanised, demanded but little time from each citizen; and the +abundant leisure was filled with intellectual and aesthetic activities of various +sorts. + +The sciences were carried to an unbelievable height of development, and art was +a vital part of life, though at the period of my dreams it had passed its crest and +meridian. Technology was enormously stimulated through the constant struggle +to survive, and to keep in existence the physical fabric of great cities, imposed by +the prodigious geologic upheavals of those primal days. + +Crime was surprisingly scant, and was dealt with through highly efficient +policing. Punishments ranged from privilege deprivation and imprisonment to +death or major emotion wrenching, and were never administered without a +careful study of the criminal's inotivations. + +Warfare, largely civil for the last few millennia though sometimes waged against +reptilian or octopodic invaders, or against the winged, star-headed Old Ones +who centered in the antarctic, was infrequent though infinitely devastating. An +enormous army, using camera-like weapons which produced tremendous +electrical effects, was kept on hand for purposes seldom mentioned, but +obviously connected with the ceaseless fear of the dark, windowless elder ruins +and of the great sealed trap-doors in the lowest subterranean levels. + +This fear of the basalt ruins and trap-doors was largely a matter of unspoken +suggestion - or, at most, of furtive quasi-whispers. Everything specific which +bore on it was significantly absent from such books as were on the common +shelves. It was the one subject lying altogether under a taboo among the Great +Race, and seemed to be connected alike with horrible bygone struggles, and with +that future peril which would some day force the race to send its keener minds +ahead en masse in time. + +Imperfect and fragmentary as were the other things presented by dreams and +legends, this matter was still more bafflingly shrouded. The vague old myths +avoided it - or perhaps all allusions had for some reason been excised. And in the +dreams of myself and others, the hints were peculiarly few. Members of the +Great Race never intentionally referred to the matter, and what could be gleaned +came only from some of the more sharply observant captive minds. + + + + +According to these scraps of information, the basis of the fear was a horrible +elder race of half-polypous, utterly alien entities which had come through space +from immeasurably distant universes and had dominated the earth and three +other solar planets about 600 million years ago. They were only partly material - +as we understand matter - and their type of consciousness and media of +perception differed widely from those of terrestrial organisms. For example, their +senses did not include that of sight; their mental world being a strange, non- +visual pattern of impressions. + +They were, however, sufficiently material to use implements of normal matter +when in cosmic areas containing it; and they required housing - albeit of a +peculiar kind. Though their senses could penetrate all material barriers, their +substance could not; and certain forms of electrical energy could wholly destroy +them. They had the power of aerial motion, despite the absence of wings or any +other visible means of levitation. Their minds were of such texture that no +exchange with them could be effected by the Great Race. + +When these things had come to the earth they had built mighty basalt cities of +windowless towers, and had preyed horribly upon the beings they found. Thus it +was when the minds of the Great Race sped across the void from that obscure, +trans-galactic world known in the disturbing and debatable Eltdown Shards as +Yith. + +The newcomers, with the instruments they created, had found it easy to subdue +the predatory entities and drive them down to those caverns of inner earth which +they had already joined to their abodes and begun to inhabit. + +Then they had sealed the entrances and left them to their fate, afterward +occupying most of their great cities and preserving certain important buildings +for reasons connected more with superstition than with indifference, boldness, or +scientific and historical zeal. + +But as the aeons passed there came vague, evil signs that the elder things were +growing strong and numerous in the inner world. There were sporadic +irruptions of a particularly hideous character in certain small and remote cities of +the Great Race, and in some of the deserted elder cities which the Great Race had +not peopled - places where the paths to the gulfs below had not been properly +sealed or guarded. + +After that greater precautions were taken, and many of the paths were closed +forever - though a few were left with sealed trap-doors for strategic use in +fighting the elder things if ever they broke forth in unexpected places. + + + + +The irruptions of the elder things must have been shocking beyond all +description, since they had permanently coloured the psychology of the Great +Race. Such was the fixed mood of horror that the very aspect of the creatures was +left unmentioned. At no time was I able to gain a clear hint of what they looked +like. + +There were veiled suggestions of a monstrous plasticity, and of temporary lapses +of visibility, while other fragmentary whispers referred to their control and +military use of great winds. Singular whistling noises, and colossal footprints +made up of five circular toe marks, seemed also to be associated with them. + +It was evident that the coming doom so desperately feared by the Great Race - +the doom that was one day to send millions of keen minds across the chasm of +time to strange bodies in the safer future - had to do with a final successful +irruption of the elder beings. + +Mental projections down the ages had clearly foretold such a horror, and the +Great Race had resolved that none who could escape should face it. That the +foray would be a matter of vengeance, rather than an attempt to reoccupy the +outer world, they knew from the planet's later history - for their projections +shewed the coming and going of subsequent races untroubled by the monstrous +entities. + +Perhaps these entities had come to prefer earth's inner abysses to the variable, +storm-ravaged surface, since light meant nothing to them. Perhaps, too, they +were slowly weakening with the aeons. Indeed, it was known that they would be +quite dead in the time of the post-human beetle race which the fleeing minds +would tenant. + +Meanwhile, the Great Race maintained its cautious vigilance, with potent +weapons ceaselessly ready despite the horrified banishing of the subject from +common speech and visible records. And always the shadow of nameless fear +hung bout the sealed trap-doors and the dark, windowless elder towers. + + +That is the world of which my dreams brought me dim, scattered echoes every +night. I cannot hope to give any true idea of the horror and dread contained in +such echoes, for it was upon a wholly intangible quality - the sharp sense of +pseudo-memory - that such feelings mainly depended. + +As I have said, my studies gradually gave me a defence against these feelings in +the form of rational psychological explanations; and this saving influence was + + + + +augmented by the subtle touch of accustomedness which comes with the passage +of time. Yet in spite of everything the vague, creeping terror would return +momentarily now and then. It did not, however, engulf me as it had before; and +after 1922 I lived a very normal life of work and recreation. + +In the course of years I began to feel that my experience - together with the +kindred cases and the related folklore - ought to be definitely summarised and +published for the benefit of serious students; hence I prepared a series of articles +briefly covering the whole ground and illustrated with crude sketches of some of +the shapes, scenes, decorative motifs, and hieroglyphs remembered from the +dreams. + +These appeared at various times during 1928 and 1929 in the Journal of the +American Psychological Society, but did not attract much attention. Meanwhile I +continued to record my dreams with the minutest care, even though the growing +stack of reports attained troublesomely vast proportions. On July 10, 1934, there +was forwarded to me by the Psychological Society the letter which opened the +culminating and most horrible phase of the whole mad ordeal. It was +postmarked Pilbarra, Western Australia, and bore the signature of one whom I +found, upon inquiry, to be a mining engineer of considerable prominence. +Enclosed were some very curious snapshots. I will reproduce the text in its +entirety, and no reader can fail to understand how tremendous an effect it and +the photographs had upon me. + +I was, for a time, almost stunned and incredulous; for although I had often +thought that some basis of fact must underlie certain phases of the legends which +had coloured my dreams, I was none the less unprepared for anything like a +tangible survival from a lost world remote beyond all imagination. Most +devastating of all were the photographs - for here, in cold, incontrovertible +realism, there stood out against a background of sand certain worn-down, water- +ridged, storm-weathered blocks of stone whose slightly convex tops and slightly +concave bottoms told their own story. + +And when I studied them with a magnifying glass I could see all too plainly, +amidst the batterrings and pittings, the traces of those vast curvilinear designs +and occasional hieroglyphs whose significance had become so hideous to me. +But here is the letter, which speaks for itself. + +49, Dampier St., + +Pilbarra, W. Australia, + +May 18, 1934. + + + + +Prof. N. W Peaslee, + +c/o Am. Psychological Society, + +30 E. 41st St., +New York City, U.S.A. + +My Dear Sir: + +A recent conversation with Dr. E. M. Boyle of Perth, and some papers with your +articles which he has just sent me, make it advisable for me to tell you about +certain things I have seen in the Great Sandy Desert east of our gold field here. It +would seem, in view of the peculiar legends about old cities with huge +stonework and strange designs and hieroglyphs which you describe, that I have +come upon something very important. + +The blackfellows have always been full of talk about "great stones with marks on +them," and seem to have a terrible fear of such things. They connect them in +some way with their common racial legends about Buddai, the gigantic old man +who lies asleep for ages underground with his head on his arm, and who will +some day awake and eat up the world. + +There are some very old and half-forgotten tales of enormous underground huts +of great stones, where passages lead down and down, and where horrible things +have happened. The blackfellows claim that once some warriors, fleeing in battle, +went down into one and never came back, but that frightful winds began to blow +from the place soon after they went down. However, there usually isn't much in +what these natives say. + +But what I have to tell is more than this. Two years ago, when I was prospecting +about 500 miles east in the desert, I came on a lot of queer pieces of dressed stone +perhaps 3X2X2 feet in size, and weathered and pitted to the very limit. + +At first I couldn't find any of the marks the blackfellows told about, but when I +looked close enough I could make out some deeply carved lines in spite of the +weathering. There were peculiar curves, just like what the blackfellows had tried +to describe. I imagine there must have been thirty or forty blocks, some nearly +buried in the sand, and all within a circle perhaps a quarter of a mile in diameter. + +When I saw some, I looked around closely for more, and made a careful +reckoning of the place with my instruments. I also took pictures of ten or twelve +of the most typical blocks, and will enclose the prints for you to see. + +I turned my information and pictures over to the government at Perth, but they +have done nothing about them. + + + + +Then I met Dr. Boyle, who had read your articles in the Journal of the American +Psychological Society, and, in time, happened to mention the stones. He was +enormously interested, and became quite excited when I shewed him my +snapshots, saying that the stones and the markings were just like those of the +masonry you had dreamed about and seen described in legends. + +He meant to write you, but was delayed. Meanwhile, he sent me most of the +magazines with your articles, and I saw at once, from your drawings and +descriptions, that my stones are certainly the kind you mean. You can appreciate +this from the enclosed prints. Later on you will hear directly from Dr. Boyle. + +Now I can understand how important all this will be to you. Without question +we are faced with the remains of an unknown civilization older than any +dreamed of before, and forming a basis for your legends. + +As a mining engineer, I have some knowledge of geology, and can tell you that +these blocks are so ancient they frighten me. They are mostly sandstone and +granite, though one is almost certainly made of a queer sort of cement or +concrete. + +They bear evidence of water action, as if this part of the world had been +submerged and come up again after long ages - all since those blocks were made +and used. It is a matter of hundreds of thousands of years - or heaven knows +how much more. I don't like to think about it. + +In view of your previous diligent work in tracking down the legends and +everything connected with them, I cannot doubt but that you will want to lead +an expedition to the desert and make some archaeological excavations. Both Dr. +Boyle and I are prepared to cooperate in such work if you - or organizations +known to you - can furnish the funds. + +I can get together a dozen miners for the heavy digging - the blackfellows would +be of no use, for I've found that they have an almost maniacal fear of this +particular spot. Boyle and I are saying nothing to others, for you very obviously +ought to have precedence in any discoveries or credit. + +The place can be reached from Pilbarra in about four days by motor tractor - +which we'd need for our apparatus. It is somewhat west and south of +Warburton's path of 1873, and 100 miles southeast of Joanna Spring. We could +float things up the De Grey River instead of starting from Pilbarra - but all that +can be talked over later. + + + + +Roughly the stones He at a point about 22° 3' 14" South Latitude, 125° 0' 39" East +Longitude. The chmate is tropical, and the desert conditions are trying. + +I shall welcome further correspondence upon this subject, and am keenly eager +to assist in any plan you may devise. After studying your articles I am deeply +impressed with the profound significance of the whole matter. Dr. Boyle will +write later. When rapid communication is needed, a cable to Perth can be relayed +by wireless. + +Hoping profoundly for an early message. + +Believe me. + +Most faithfully yours, + +Robert B.F. Mackenzie + +Of the immediate aftermath of this letter, much can be learned from the press. +My good fortune in securing the backing of Miskatonic University was great, and +both Mr. Mackenzie and Dr. Boyle proved invaluable in arranging matters at the +Australian end. We were not too specific with the public about our objects, since +the whole matter would have lent itself unpleasantly to sensational and jocose +treatment by the cheaper newspapers. As a result, printed reports were sparing; +but enough appeared to tell of our quest for reported Australian ruins and to +chronicle our various preparatory steps. + +Professor William Dyer of the college's geology department - leader of the +Miskatonic Antarctic Expedition Of 1930-31 - Ferdinand C. Ashley of the +department of ancient history, and Tyler M. Freeborn of the department of +anthropology - together with my son Wingate - accompanied me. + +My correspondent, Mackenzie, came to Arkham early in 1935 and assisted in our +final preparations. He proved to be a tremendously competent and affable man +of about fifty, admirably well-read, and deeply familiar with all the conditions of +Australian travel. + +He had tractors waiting at Pilbarra, and we chartered a tramp steamer +sufficiently small to get up the river to that point. We were prepared to excavate +in the most careful and scientific fashion, sifting every particle of sand, and +disturbing nothing which might seem to be in or near its original situation. + +Sailing from Boston aboard the wheezy Lexington on March 28, 1935, we had a +leisurely trip across the Atlantic and Mediterranean, through the Suez Canal, +down the Red Sea, and across the Indian Ocean to our goal. I need not tell how +the sight of the low, sandy West Australian coast depressed me, and how I + + + + +detested the crude mining town and dreary gold fields where the tractors were +given their last loads. + +Dr. Boyle, who met us, proved to be elderly, pleasant, and intelligent - and his +knowledge of psychology led him into many long discussions with my son and +me. + +Discomfort and expectancy were oddly mingled in most of us when at length our +party of eighteen rattled forth over the arid leagues of sand and rock. On Friday, +May 31st, we forded a branch of the De Grey and entered the realm of utter +desolation. A certain positive terror grew on me as we advanced to this actual +site of the elder world behind the legends - a terror, of course, abetted by the fact +that my disturbing dreams and pseudo-memories still beset me with unabated +force. + +It was on Monday, June 3rd, that we saw the first of the half-buried blocks. I +cannot describe the emotions with which I actually touched - in objective reality - +a fragment of Cyclopean masonry in every respect like the blocks in the walls of +my dream-buildings. There was a distinct trace of carving - and my hands +trembled as I recognised part of a curvilinear decorative scheme made hellish to +me through years of tormenting nightmare and baffling research. + +A month of digging brought a total of some 1250 blocks in varying stages of wear +and disintegration. Most of these were carven megaliths with curved tops and +bottoms. A minority were smaller, flatter, plain-surfaced, and square or +octagonally cut-like those of the floors and pavements in my dreams - while a +few were singularly massive and curved or slanted in such a manner as to +suggest use in vaulting or groining, or as parts of arches or round window +casings. + +The deeper - and the farther north and east - we dug, the more blocks we found; +though we still failed to discover any trace of arrangement among them. +Professor Dyer was appalled at the measureless age of the fragments, and +Freeborn found traces of symbols which fitted darkly into certain Papuan and +Polynesian legends of infinite antiquity. The condition and scattering of the +blocks told mutely of vertiginous cycles of time and geologic upheavals of +cosmic savagery. + +We had an aeroplane with us, and my son Wingate would often go up to +different heights and scan the sand-and-rock waste for signs of dim, large-scale +outlines - either differences of level or trails of scattered blocks. His results were +virtually negative; for whenever he would one day think he had glimpsed some + + + + +significant trend, he would on his next trip find the impression replaced by +another equally insubstantial - a result of the shifting, wind-blown sand. + +One or two of these ephemeral suggestions, though, affected me queerly and +disagreeably. They seemed, after a fashion, to dovetail horribly with something I +had dreamed or read, but which I could no longer remember. There was a +terrible familiarity about them - which somehow made me look furtively and +apprehensively over the abominable, sterile terrain toward the north and +northeast. + +Around the first week in July I developed an unaccountable set of mixed +emotions about that general northeasterly region. There was horror, and there +was curiosity - but more than that, there was a persistent and perplexing illusion +of memory. + +I tried all sorts of psychological expedients to get these notions out of my head, +but met with no success. Sleeplessness also gained upon me, but I almost +welcomed this because of the resultant shortening of my dream-periods. I +acquired the habit of taking long, lone walks in the desert late at night-usually to +the north or northeast, whither the sum of my strange new impulses seemed +subtly to pull me. + +Sometimes, on these walks, I would stumble over nearly buried fragments of the +ancient masonry. Though there were fewer visible blocks here than where we +had started, I felt sure that there must be a vast abundance beneath the surface. +The ground was less level than at our camp, and the prevailing high winds now +and then piled the sand into fantastic temporary hillocks - exposing low traces of +the elder stones while it covered other traces. + +I was queerly anxious to have the excavations extend to this territory, yet at the +same time dreaded what might be revealed. Obviously, I was getting into a +rather bad state - all the worse because I could not account for it. + +An indication of my poor nervous health can be gained from my response to an +odd discovery which I made on one of my nocturnal rambles. It was on the +evening of July Uth, when the moon flooded the mysterious hillocks with a +curious pallor. + +Wandering somewhat beyond my usual limits, I came upon a great stone which +seemed to differ markedly from any we had yet encountered. It was almost +wholly covered, but I stooped and cleared away the sand with my hands, later +studying the object carefully and supplementing the moonlight with my electric +torch. + + + + +Unlike the other very large rocks, this one was perfectly square-cut, with no +convex or concave surface. It seemed, too, to be of a dark basaltic substance, +wholly dissimilar to the granite and sandstone and occasional concrete of the +now familiar fragments. + +Suddenly I rose, turned, and ran for the camp at top speed. It was a wholly +unconscious and irrational flight, and only when I was close to my tent did I +fully realise why I had run. Then it came to me. The queer dark stone was +something which I had dreamed and read about, and which was linked with the +uttermost horrors of the aeon-old legendry. + +It was one of the blocks of that basaltic elder masonry which the fabled Great +Race held in such fear - the tall, windowless ruins left by those brooding, half- +material, alien things that festered in earth's nether abysses and against whose +wind-like, invisible forces the trap-doors were sealed and the sleepless sentinels +posted. + +I remained awake all night, but by dawn realised how silly I had been to let the +shadow of a myth upset me. Instead of being frightened, I should have had a +discoverer's enthusiasm. + +The next forenoon I told the others about my find, and Dyer, Freeborn, Boyle, my +son, and I set out to view the anomalous block. Failure, however, confronted us. I +had formed no clear idea of the stone's location, and a late ind had wholly +altered the hillocks of shifting sand. + + +I come now to the crucial and most difficult part of my narrative - all the more +difficult because I cannot be quite certain of its reality. At times I feel +uncomfortably sure that I was not dreaming or deluded; and it is this feelingin +view of the stupendous implications which the objective truth of my experience +would raise - which impels me to make this record. + +My son - a trained psychologist with the fullest and most sympathetic +knowledge of my whole case - shall be the primary judge of what I have to tell. + +First let me outline the externals of the matter, as those at the camp know them. +On the night of July 17-18, after a windy day, I retired early but could not sleep. +Rising shortly before eleven, and afflicted as usual with that strange feeling +regarding the northeastward terrain, I set out on one of my typical nocturnal +walks; seeing and greeting only one person - an Australian miner named Tupper +- as I left our precincts. + + + + +The moon, slightly past full, shone from a clear sky, and drenched the ancient +sands with a white, leprous radiance which seemed to me somehow infinitely +evil. There was no longer any wind, nor did any return for nearly five hours, as +amply attested by Tupper and others who saw me walking rapidly across the +pallid, secret-guarding hillocks toward the northeast. + +About 3:30 a.m. a violent wind blew up, waking everyone in camp and felling +three of the tents. The sky was unclouded, and the desert still blazed with that +leprous moonlight. As the party saw to the tents my absence was noted, but in +view of my previous walks this circumstance gave no one alarm. And yet, as +many as three men - all Australians - seemed to feel something sinister in the air. + +Mackenzie explained to Professor Freeborn that this was a fear picked up from +blackfellow folklore - the natives having woven a curious fabric of malignant +myth about the high winds which at long intervals sweep across the sands under +a clear sky. Such winds, it is whispered, blow out of the great stone huts under +the ground, where terrible things have happened - and are never felt except near +places where the big marked stones are scattered. Close to four the gale subsided +as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the sand hills in new and unfamiliar shapes. + +It was just past five, with the bloated, fungoid moon sinking in the west, when I +staggered into camp - hatless, tattered, features scratched and ensanguined, and +without my electric torch. Most of the men had returned to bed, but Professor +Dyer was smoking a pipe in front of his tent. Seeing my winded and almost +frenzied state, he called Dr. Boyle, and the two of them got me on my cot and +made me comfortable. My son, roused by the stir, soon joined them, and they all +tried to force me to lie still and attempt sleep. + +But there was no sleep for me. My psychological state was very extraordinary - +different from anything I had previously suffered. After a time I insisted upon +talking - nervously and elaborately explaining my condition. I told them I had +become fatigued, and had lain down in the sand for a nap. There had, I said, +been dreams even more frightful than usual - and when I was awaked by the +sudden high wind my overwrought nerves had snapped. I had fled in panic, +frequently falling over half-buried stones and thus gaining my tattered and +bedraggled aspect. I must have slept long - hence the hours of my absence. + +Of anything strange either seen or experienced I hinted absolutely nothing - +exercising the greatest self-control in that respect. But I spoke of a change of +mind regarding the whole work of the expedition, and urged a halt in all digging +toward the northeast. My reasoning was patently weak - for I mentioned a +dearth of blocks, a wish not to offend the superstitious miners, a possible +shortage of funds from the college, and other things either untrue or irrelevant. + + + + +Naturally, no one paid the least attention to my new wishes - not even my son, +whose concern for my health was obvious. + +The next day I was up and around the camp, but took no part in the excavations. +Seeing that I could not stop the work, I decided to return home as soon as +possible for the sake of my nerves, and made my son promise to fly me in the +plane to Perth - a thousand miles to the southwest - as soon as he had surveyed +the region I wished let alone. + +If, I reflected, the thing I had seen was still visible, I might decide to attempt a +specific warning even at the cost of ridicule. It was just conceivable that the +miners who knew the local folklore might back me up. Humouring me, my son +made the survey that very afternoon, flying over all the terrain my walk could +possibly have covered. Yet nothing of what I had found remained in sight. + +It was the case of the anomalous basalt block all over again - the shifting sand +had wiped out every trace. For an instant I half regretted having lost a certain +awesome object in my stark fright - but now I know that the loss was merciful. I +can still believe my whole experience an illusion - especially if, as I devoutly +hope, that hellish abyss is never found. + +Wingate took me to Perth on July 20th, though declining to abandon the +expedition and return home. He stayed with me until the 25th, when the steamer +for Liverpool sailed. Now, in the cabin of the Empress, I am pondering long and +frantically upon the entire matter, and have decided that my son at least must be +informed. It shall rest with him whether to diffuse the matter more widely. + +In order to meet any eventuality I have prepared this summary of my +background - as already known in a scattered way to others - and will now tell as +briefly as possible what seemed to happen during my absence from the camp +that hideous night. + +Nerves on edge, and whipped into a kind of perverse eagerness by that +inexplicable, dread-mingled, mnemonic urge toward the northeast, I plodded on +beneath the evil, burning moon. Here and there I saw, half shrouded by sand, +those primal Cyclopean blocks left from nameless and forgotten aeons. + +The incalculable age and brooding horror of this monstrous waste began to +oppress me as never before, and I could not keep from thinking of my +maddening dreams, of the frightful legends which lay behind them, and of the +present fears of natives and miners concerning the desert and its carven stones. + + + + +And yet I plodded on as if to some eldritch rendezvous - more and more assailed +by bewildering fancies, compulsions, and pseudo-memories. I thought of some +of the possible contours of the lines of stones as seen by my son from the air, and +wondered why they seemed at once so ominous and so familiar. Something was +fumbling and rattling at the latch of my recollection, while another unknown +force sought to keep the portal barred. + +The night was windless, and the pallid sand curved upward and downward like +frozen waves of the sea. I had no goal, but somehow ploughed along as if with +fate-bound assurance. My dreams welled up into the waking world, so that each +sand-embedded megalith seemed part of endless rooms and corridors of pre- +human masonry, carved and hieroglyphed with symbols that I knew too well +from years of custom as a captive mind of the Great Race. + +At moments I fancied I saw those omniscient, conical horrors moving about at +their accustomed tasks, and I feared to look down lest I find myself one with +them in aspect. Yet all the while I saw the sand-covered blocks as well as the +rooms and corridors; the evil, burning moon as well as the lamps of luminous +crystal; the endless desert as well as the waving ferns beyond the windows. I was +awake and dreaming at the same time. + +I do not know how long or how far - or indeed, in just what direction -I had +walked when I first spied the heap of blocks bared by the day's wind. It was the +largest group in one place that I had seen so far, and so sharply did it impress me +that the visions of fabulous aeons faded suddenly away. + +Again there were only the desert and the evil moon and the shards of an +unguessed past. I drew close and paused, and cast the added light of my electric +torch over the tumbled pile. A hillock had blown away, leaving a low, irregularly +round mass of megaliths and smaller fragments some forty feet across and from +two to eight feet high. + +From the very outset I realized that there was some utterly unprecedented +quality about those stones. Not only was the mere number of them quite without +parallel, but something in the sandworn traces of design arrested me as I scanned +them under the mingled beams of the moon and my torch. + +Not that any one differed essentially from the earlier specimens we had found. It +was something subtler than that. The impression did not come when I looked at +one block alone, but only when I ran my eye over several almost simultaneously. + +Then, at last, the truth dawned upon me. The curvilinear patterns on many of +those blocks were closely related - parts of one vast decorative conception. For + + + + +the first time in this aeon-shaken waste I had come upon a mass of masonry in its +old position - tumbled and fragmentary, it is true, but none the less existing in a +very definite sense. + +Mounting at a low place, I clambered laboriously over the heap; here and there +clearing away the sand with my fingers, and constantly striving to interpret +varieties of size, shape, and style, and relationships of design. + +After a while I could vaguely guess at the nature of the bygone structure, and at +the designs which had once stretched over the vast surfaces of the primal +masonry. The perfect identity of the whole with some of my dream-glimpses +appalled and unnerved me. + +This was once a Cyclopean corridor thirty feet tall, paved with octagonal blocks +and solidly vaulted overhead. There would have been rooms opening off on the +right, and at the farther end one of those strange inclined planes would have +wound down to still lower depths. + +I started violently as these conceptions occurred to me, for there was more in +them than the blocks themselves had supplied. How did I know that this level +should have been far underground? How did I know that the plane leading +upward should have been behind me? How did I know that the long subterrene +passage to the Square of Pillars ought to lie on the left one level above me? + +How did I know that the room of machines and the rightward-leading tunnel to +the central archives ought to lie two levels below? How did I know that there +would be one of those horrible, metal-banded trap-doors at the very bottom four +levels down? Bewildered by this intrusion from the dream-world, I found myself +shaking and bathed in a cold perspiration. + +Then, as a last, intolerable touch, I felt that faint, insidious stream of cool air +trickling upward from a depressed place near the center of the huge heap. +Instantly, as once before, my visions faded, and I saw again only the evil +moonlight, the brooding desert, and the spreading tumulus of palaeogean +masonry. Something real and tangible, yet fraught with infinite suggestions of +nighted mystery, now confronted me. For that stream of air could argue but one +thing - a hidden gulf of great size beneath the disordered blocks on the surface. + +My first thought was of the sinister blackfellow legends of vast underground +huts among the megaliths where horrors happen and great winds are born. Then +thoughts of my own dreams came back, and I felt dim pseudo-memories tugging +at my mind. What manner of place lay below me? What primal, inconceivable + + + + +source of age-old myth-cycles and haunting nightmares might I be on the brink +of uncovering? + +It was only for a moment that I hesitated, for more than curiosity and scientific +zeal was driving me on and working against my growing fear. + +I seemed to move almost automatically, as if in the clutch of some compelling +fate. Pocketing my torch, and struggling with a strength that I had not thought I +possessed, I wrenched aside first one titan fragment of stone and then another, +till there welled up a strong draught whose dampness contrasted oddly with the +deserts dry air. A black rift began to yawn, and at length - when I had pushed +away every fragment small enough to budge - the leprous moonlight blazed on +an aperture of ample width to admit me. + +I drew out my torch and cast a brilliant beam into the opening. Below me was a +chaos of tumbled masonry, sloping roughly down toward the north at an angle +of about forty-five degrees, and evidently the result of some bygone collapse +from above. + +Between its surface and the ground level was a gulf of impenetrable blackness at +whose upper edge were signs of gigantic, stress-heaved vaulting. At this point, it +appeared, the deserts sands lay directly upon a floor of some titan structure of +earth's youth - how preserved through aeons of geologic convulsion I could not +then and cannot now even attempt to guess. + +In retrospect, the barest idea of a sudden, lone descent into such a doubtful abyss +- and at a time when one's whereabouts were unknown to any living soul - +seems like the utter apex of insanity. Perhaps it was - yet that night I embarked +without hesitancy upon such a descent. + +Again there was manifest that lure and driving of fatality which had all along +seemed to direct my course. With torch flashing intermittently to save the +battery, I commenced a mad scramble down the sinister, Cyclopean incline +below the opening - sometimes facing forward as I found good hand - and foot- +holds, and at other times turning to face the heap of megaliths as I clung and +fumbled more precariously. + +In two directions beside me distant walls of carven, crumbling masonry loomed +dimly under the direct beams of my torch. Ahead, however, was only unbroken +darkness. + +I kept no track of time during my downward scramble. So seething with baffling +hints and images was my mind that all objective matters seemed withdrawn into + + + + +incalculable distances. Physical sensation was dead, and even fear remained as a +wraith-like, inactive gargoyle leering impotently at me. + +Eventually, I reached a level floor strewn with fallen blocks, shapeless fragments +of stone, and sand and detritus of every kind. On either side - perhaps thirty feet +apart - rose massive walls culminating in huge groinings. That they were carved +I could just discern, but the nature of the carvings was beyond my perception. + +What held me the most was the vaulting overhead. The beam from my torch +could not reach the roof, but the lower parts of the monstrous arches stood out +distinctly. And so perfect was their identity with what I had seen in countless +dreams of the elder world, that I trembled actively for the first time. + +Behind and high above, a faint luminous blur told of the distant moonlit world +outside. Some vague shred of caution warned me that I should not let it out of +my sight, lest I have no guide for my return. + +I now advanced toward the wall at my left, where the traces of carving were +plainest. The littered floor was nearly as hard to traverse as the downward heap +had been, but I managed to pick my difficult way. + +At one place I heaved aside some blocks and locked away the detritus to see +what the pavement was like, and shuddered at the utter, fateful familiarity of the +great octagonal stones whose buckled surface still held roughly together. + +Reaching a convenient distance from the wall, I cast the searchlight slowly and +carefully over its worn remnants of carving. Some bygone influx of water seemed +to have acted on the sandstone surface, while there were curious incrustations +which I could not explain. + +In places the masonry was very loose and distorted, and I wondered how many +aeons more this primal, hidden edifice could keep its remaining traces of form +amidst earth's heavings. + +But it was the carvings themselves that excited me most. Despite their time- +crumbled state, they were relatively easy to trace at close range; and the +complete, intimate familiarity of every detail almost stunned my imagination. + +That the major attributes of this hoary masonry should be familiar, was not +beyond normal credibility. + +Powerfully impressing the weavers of certain myths, they had become embodied +in a stream of cryptic lore which, somehow, coming to my notice during the +amnesic period, had evoked vivid images in my subconscious mind. + + + + +But how could I explain the exact and minute fashion in which each line and +spiral of these strange designs tallied with what I had dreamed for more than a +score of years? What obscure, forgotten iconography could have reproduced +each subtle shading and nuance which so persistently, exactly, and unvaryingly +besieged my sleeping vision night after night? + +For this was no chance or remote resemblance. Definitely and absolutely, the +millennially ancient, aeon-hidden corridor in which I stood was the original of +something I knew in sleep as intimately as I knew my own house in Crane Street, +Arkham. True, my dreams shewed the place in its undecayed prime; but the +identity was no less real on that account. I was wholly and horribly oriented. + +The particular structure I was in was known to me. Known, too, was its place in +that terrible elder city of dreams. That I could visit unerringly any point in that +structure or in that city which had escaped the changes and devastations of +uncounted ages, I realized with hideous and instinctive certainty. What in +heaven's name could all this mean? How had I come to know what I knew? And +what awful reality could lie behind those antique tales of the beings who had +dwelt in this labyrinth of primordial stone? + +Words can convey only fractionally the welter of dread and bewilderment which +ate at my spirit. I knew this place. I knew what lay before me, and what had lain +overhead before the myriad towering stories had fallen to dust and debris and +the desert. No need now, I thought with a shudder, to keep that faint blur of +moonlight in view. + +I was torn betwixt a longing to flee and a feverish mixture of burning curiosity +and driving fatality. What had happened to this monstrous megalopolis of old in +the millions of years since the time of my dreams? Of the subterrene mazes +which had underlain the city and linked all the titan towers, how much had still +survived the writhings of earth's crust? + +Had I come upon a whole buried world of unholy archaism? Could I still find the +house of the writing master, and the tower where S'gg'ha, the captive mind from +the star-headed vegetable carnivores of Antarctica, had chiselled certain pictures +on the blank spaces of the walls? + +Would the passage at the second level down, to the hall of the alien minds, be +still unchoked and traversable? In that hall the captive mind of an incredible +entity - a half-plastic denizen of the hollow interior of an unknown trans- +Plutonian planet eighteen million years in the future - had kept a certain thing +which it had modelled from clay. + + + + +I shut my eyes and put my hand to my head in a vain, pitiful effort to drive these +insane dream-fragments from my consciousness. Then, for the first time, I feh +acutely the coolness, motion, and dampness of the surrounding air. Shuddering, +I realized that a vast chain of aeon-dead black gulfs must indeed be yawning +somewhere beyond and below me. + +I thought of the frightful chambers and corridors and inclines as I recalled them +from my dreams. Would the way to the central archives still be open? Again that +driving fatality tugged insistently at my brain as I recalled the awesome records +that once lay cased in those rectangular vaults of rustless metal. + +There, said the dreams and legends, had reposed the whole history, past and +future, of the cosmic space-time continuum - written by captive minds from +every orb and every age in the solar system. Madness, of course - but had I not +now stumbled into a nighted world as mad as I? + +I thought of the locked metal shelves, and of the curious knob twistings needed +to open each one. My own came vividly into my consciousness. How often had I +gone through that intricate routine of varied turns and pressures in the terrestrial +vertebrate section on the lowest level! Every detail was fresh and familiar. + +If there were such a vault as I had dreamed of, I could open it in a moment. It +was then that madness took me utterly. An instant later, and I was leaping and +stumbling over the rocky debris toward the well-remembered incline to the +depths below. + + +From that point forward my impressions are scarcely to be relied on - indeed, I +still possess a final, desperate hope that they all form parts of some daemonic +dream or illusion born of delirium. A fever raged in my brain, and everything +came to me through a kind of haze - sometimes only intermittently. + +The rays of my torch shot feebly into the engulfing blackness, bringing +phantasmal flashes of hideously familiar walls and carvings, all blighted with the +decay of ages. In one place a tremendous mass of vaulting had fallen, so that I +had to clamber over a mighty mound of stones reaching almost to the ragged, +grotesquely stalactited roof. + +It was all the ultimate apex of nightmare, made worse by the blasphemous tug of +pseudo-memory. One thing only was unfamiliar, and that was my own size in +relation to the monstrous masonry. I felt oppressed by a sense of unwonted +smallness, as if the sight of these towering walls from a mere human body was + + + + +something wholly new and abnormal. Again and again I looked nervously down +at myself, vaguely disturbed by the human form I possessed. + +Onward through the blackness of the abyss I leaped, plunged, and staggered - +often falling and bruising myself, and once nearly shattering my torch. Every +stone and corner of that daemonic gulf was known to me, and at many points I +stopped to cast beams of light through choked and crumbling, yet familiar, +archways. + +Some rooms had totally collapsed; others were bare, or debris-filled. In a few I +saw masses of metal - some fairly intact, some broken, and some crushed or +battered - which I recognised as the colossal pedestals or tables of my dreams. +What they could in truth have been, I dared not guess. + +I found the downward incline and began its descent - though after a time halted +by a gaping, ragged chasm whose narrowest point could not be much less than +four feet across. Here the stonework had fallen through, revealing incalculable +inky depths beneath. + +I knew there were two more cellar levels in this titan edifice, and trembled with +fresh panic as I recalled the metal-clamped trap-door on the lowest one. There +could be no guards now - for what had lurked beneath had long since done its +hideous work and sunk into its long decline. By the time of the posthuman beetle +race it would be quite dead. And yet, as I thought of the native legends, I +trembled anew. + +It cost me a terrible effort to vault that yawning chasm, since the littered floor +prevented a running start - but madness drove me on. I chose a place close to the +left-hand wall - where the rift was least wide and the landing-spot reasonably +clear of dangerous debris - and after one frantic moment reached the other side +in safety. + +At last, gaining the lower level, I stumbled on past the archway of the room of +machines, within which were fantastic ruins of metal, half buried beneath fallen +vaulting. Everything was where I knew it would be, and I climbed confidently +over the heaps which barred the entrance of a vast transverse corridor. This, I +realised, would take me under the city to the central archives. + +Endless ages seemed to unroll as I stumbled, leaped, and crawled along that +debris-cluttered corridor. Now and then I could make out carvings on the ages- +tained walls - some familiar, others seemingly added since the period of my +dreams. Since this was a subterrene house - connecting highway, there were no +archways save when the route led through the lower levels of various buildings. + + + + +At some of these intersections I turned aside long enough to look down well- +remembered corridors and into well-remembered rooms. Twice only did I find +any radical changes from what I had dreamed of - and in one of these cases I +could trace the sealed-up outlines of the archway I remembered. + +I shook violently, and felt a curious surge of retarding weakness, as I steered a +hurried and reluctant course through the crypt of one of those great windowless, +ruined towers whose alien, basalt masonry bespoke a whispered and horrible +origin. + +This primal vault was round and fully two hundred feet across, with nothing +carved upon the dark-hued stonework. The floor was here free from anything +save dust and sand, and I could see the apertures leading upward and +downward. There were no stairs or inclines - indeed, my dreams had pictured +those elder towers as wholly untouched by the fabulous Great Race. Those who +had built them had not needed stairs or inclines. + +In the dreams, the downward aperture had been tightly sealed and nervously +guarded. Now it lay open-black and yawning, and giving forth a current of cool, +damp air. Of what limitless caverns of eternal night might brood below, I would +not permit myself to think. + +Later, clawing my way along a badly heaped section of the corridor, I reached a +place where the roof had wholly caved in. The debris rose like a mountain, and I +climbed up over it, passing through a vast, empty space where my torchlight +could reveal neither walls nor vaulting. This, I reflected, must be the cellar of the +house of the metal-purveyors, fronting on the third square not far from the +archives. What had happened to it I could not conjecture. + +I found the corridor again beyond the mountain of detritus and stone, but after a +short distance encountered a wholly choked place where the fallen vaulting +almost touched the perilously sagging ceiling. How I managed to wrench and +tear aside enough blocks to afford a passage, and how I dared disturb the tightly +packed fragments when the least shift of equilibrium might have brought down +all the tons of superincumbent masonry to crush me to nothingness, I do not +know. + +It was sheer madness that impelled and guided me - if, indeed, my whole +underground adventure was not - as I hope - a hellish delusion or phase of +dreaming. But I did make - or dream that I made - a passage that I could squirm +through. As I wiggled over the mound of debris - my torch, switched +continuously on, thrust deeply in my mouth - I felt myself torn by the fantastic +stalactites of the jagged floor above me. + + + + +I was now close to the great underground archival structure which seemed to +form my goal. Sliding and clambering down the farther side of the barrier, and +picking my way along the remaining stretch of corridor with hand-held, +intermittently flashing torch, I came at last to a low, circular crypt with arches - +still in a marvelous state of preservation - opening off on every side. + +The walls, or such parts of them as lay within reach of my torchlight, were +densely hieroglyphed and chiselled with typical curvilinear symbols - some +added since the period of my dreams. + +This, I realised, was my fated destination, and I turned at once through a familiar +archway on my left. That I could find a clear passage up and down the incline to +all the surviving levels, I had, oddly, little doubt. This vast, earth-protected pile, +housing the annals of all the solar system, had been built with supernal skill and +strength to last as long as that system itself. + +Blocks of stupendous size, poised with mathematical genius and bound with +cements of incredible toughness, had combined to form a mass as firm as the +planet's rocky core. Here, after ages more prodigious than I could sanely grasp, +its buried bulk stood in all its essential contours, the vast, dust-drifted floors +scarce sprinkled with the litter elsewhere so dominant. + +The relatively easy walking from this point onward went curiously to my head. +All the frantic eagerness hitherto frustrated by obstacles now took itself out in a +kind of febrile speed, and I literally raced along the low-roofed, monstrously +well-remembered aisles beyond the archway. + +I was past being astonished by the familiarity of what I saw. On every hand the +great hieroglyphed metal shelf-doors loomed monstrously; some yet in place, +others sprung open, and still others bent and buckled under bygone geological +stresses not quite strong enough to shatter the titan masonry. + +Here and there a dust-covered heap beneath a gaping, empty shelf seemed to +indicate where cases had been shaken down by earth tremors. On occasional +pillars were great symbols or letters proclaiming classes and subclasses of +volumes. + +Once I paused before an open vault where I saw some of the accustomed metal +cases still in position amidst the omnipresent gritty dust. Reaching up, I +dislodged one of the thinner specimens with some difficulty, and rested it on the +floor for inspection. It was titled in the prevailing curvilinear hieroglyphs, +though something in the arrangement of the characters seemed subtly unusual. + + + + +The odd mechanism of the hooked fastener was perfectly well known to me, and +I snapped up the still rustless and workable lid and drew out the book within. +The latter, as expected, was some twenty by fifteen inches in area, and two inches +thick; the thin metal covers opening at the top. + +Its tough cellulose pages seemed unaffected by the myriad cycles of time they +had lived through, and I studied the queerly pigmented, brush-drawn letters of +the text-symbols unlike either the usual curved hieroglyphs or any alphabet +known to human scholarship - with a haunting, half-aroused memory. + +It came to me that this was the language used by a captive mind I had known +slightly in my dreams - a mind from a large asteroid on which had survived +much of the archaic life and lore of the primal planet whereof it formed a +fragment. At the same time I recalled that this level of the archives was devoted +to volumes dealing with the non-terrestrial planets. + +As I ceased poring over this incredible document I saw that the light of my torch +was beginning to fail, hence quickly inserted the extra battery I always had with +me. Then, armed with the stronger radiance, I resumed my feverish racing +through unending tangles of aisles and corridors - recognising now and then +some familiar shelf, and vaguely annoyed by the acoustic conditions which made +my footfalls echo incongruously in these catacombs. + +The very prints of my shoes behind me in the millennially untrodden dust made +me shudder. Never before, if my mad dreams held anything of truth, had human +feet pressed upon those immemorial pavements. + +Of the particular goal of my insane racing, my conscious mind held no hint. +There was, however, some force of evil potency pulling at my dazed will and +buried recollection, so that I vaguely felt I was not running at random. + +I came to a downward incline and followed it to profounder depths. Floors +flashed by me as I raced, but I did not pause to explore them. In my whirling +brain there had begun to beat a certain rhythm which set my right hand +twitching in unison. I wanted to unlock something, and felt that I knew all the +intricate twists and pressures needed to do it. It would be like a modern safe +with a combination lock. + +Dream or not, I had once known and still knew. How any dream - or scrap of +unconsciously absorbed legend - could have taught me a detail so minute, so +intricate, and so complex, I did not attempt to explain to myself. I was beyond all +coherent thought. For was not this whole experience - this shocking familiarity +with a set of unknown ruins, and this monstrously exact identity of everything + + + + +before me with what only dreams and scraps of myth could have suggested - a +horror beyond all reason? + +Probably it was my basic conviction then - as it is now during my saner moments + +- that I was not awake at all, and that the entire buried city was a fragment of +febrile hallucination. + +Eventually, I reached the lowest level and struck off to the right of the incline. +For some shadowy reason I tiled to soften my steps, even though I lost speed +thereby. There was a space I was afraid to cross on this last, deeply buried floor. + +As I drew near it I recalled what thing in that space I feared. It was merely one of +the metal-barred and closely guarded trap-doors. There would be no guards +now, and on that account I trembled and tiptoed as I had done in passing +through that black basalt vault where a similar trap-door had yawned. + +I felt a current of cool, damp air as I had felt there, and wished that my course led +in another direction. Why I had to take the particular course I was taking, I did +not know. + +When I came to the space I saw that the trap-door yawned widely open. Ahead, +the shelves began again, and I glimpsed on the floor before one of them a heap +very thinly covered with dust, where a number of cases had recently fallen. At +the same moment a fresh wave of panic clutched me, though for some time I +could not discover why. + +Heaps of fallen cases were not uncommon, for all through the aeons this lightless +labyrinth had been racked by the heavings of earth and had echoed at intervals +of the deafening clatter of toppling objects. It was only when I was nearly across +the space that I realized why I shook so violently. + +Not the heap, but something about the dust of the level floor was troubling me. +In the light of my torch it seemed as if that dust were not as even as it ought to be + +- there were places where it looked thinner, as if it had been disturbed not many +months before. I could not be sure, for even the apparently thinner places were +dusty enough; yet a certain suspicion of regularity in the fancied unevenness was +highly disquieting. + +When I brought the torchlight close to one of the queer places I did not like what +I saw - for the illusion of regularity became very great. It was as if there were +regular lines of composite impressions - impressions that went in threes, each +slightly over a foot square, and consisting of five nearly circular three-inch prints, +one in advance of the other four. + + + + +These possible lines of foot-square impressions appeared to lead in two +directions, as if something had gone somewhere and returned. They were, of +course, very faint, and may have been illusions or accidents; but there was an +element of dim, fumbling terror about the way I thought they ran. For at one end +of them was the heap of cases which must have clattered down not long before, +while at the other end was the ominous trap-door with the cool, damp wind, +yawning unguarded down to abysses past imagination. + + +That my strange sense of compulsion was deep and overwhelming is shewn by +its conquest of my fear. No rational motive could have drawn me on after that +hideous suspicion of prints and the creeping dream-memories it excited. Yet my +right hand, even as it shook with fright, still twitched rhythmically in its +eagerness to turn a lock it hoped to find. Before I knew it I was past the heap of +lately fallen cases and running on tiptoe through aisles of utterly unbroken dust +toward a point which I seemed to know morbidly, horribly well. + +My mind was asking itself questions whose origin and relevancy I was only +beginning to guess. Would the shelf be reachable by a human body? Could my +human hand master all the aeon-remembered motions of the lock? Would the +lock be undamaged and workable? And what would I do - what dare I do with +what - as I now commenced to realise - 1 both hoped and feared to find? Would it +prove the awesome, brain-shattering truth of something past normal conception, +or shew only that I was dreaming? + +The next I knew I had ceased my tiptoed racing and was standing still, staring at +a row of maddeningly familiar hieroglyphed shelves. They were in a state of +almost perfect preservation, and only three of the doors in this vicinity had +sprung open. + +My feelings toward these shelves cannot be described - so utter and insistent was +the sense of old acquaintance. I was looking high up at a row near the top and +wholly out of my reach, and wondering how I could climb to best advantage. An +open door four rows from the bottom would help, and the locks of the closed +doors formed possible holds for hands and feet. I would grip the torch between +my teeth, as I had in other places where both hands were needed. Above all I +must make no noise. + +How to get down what I wished to remove would be difficult, but I could +probably hook its movable fastener in my coat collar and carry it like a knapsack. +Again I wondered whether the lock would be undamaged. That I could repeat + + + + +each familiar motion I had not the least doubt. But I hoped the thing would not +scrape or creak - and that my hand could work it properly. + +Even as I thought these things I had taken the torch in my mouth and begun to +climb. The projecting locks were poor supports; but, as I had expected, the +opened shelf helped greatly. I used both the swinging door and the edge of the +aperture itself in my ascent, and managed to avoid any loud creaking. + +Balanced on the upper edge of the door, and leaning far to my right, I could just +reach the lock I sought. My fingers, half numb from climbing, were very clumsy +at first; but I soon saw that they were anatomically adequate. And the memory- +rhythm was strong in them. + +Out of unknown gulfs of time the intricate, secret motions had somehow reached +my brain correctly in every detail - for after less than five minutes of trying there +came a click whose familiarity was all the more startling because I had not +consciously anticipated it. In another instant the metal door was slowly swinging +open with only the faintest grating sound. + +Dazedly I looked over the row of greyish case ends thus exposed, and felt a +tremendous surge of some wholly inexplicable emotion. Just within reach of my +right hand was a case whose curving hieroglyphs made me shake with a pang +infinitely more complex than one of mere fright. Still shaking, I managed to +dislodge it amidst a shower of gritty flakes, and ease it over toward myself +without any violent noise. + +Like the other case I had handled, it was slightly more than twenty by fifteen +inches in size, with curved mathematical designs in low relief. In thickness it just +exceeded three inches. + +Crudely wedging it between myself and the surface I was climbing, I fumbled +with the fastener and finally got the hook free. Lifting the cover, I shifted the +heavy object to my back, and let the hook catch hold of my collar. Hands now +free, I awkwardly clambered down to the dusty floor, and prepared to inspect +my prize. + +Kneeling in the gritty dust, I swung the case around and rested it in front of me. +My hands shook, and I dreaded to draw out the book within almost as much as I +longed - and felt compelled - to do so. It had very gradually become clear to me +what I ought to find, and this realisation nearly paralysed my faculties. + +If the thing were there - and if I were not dreaining - the implications would be +quite beyond the power of the human spirit to bear. What tormented me most + + + + +was my momentary inability to feel that my surroundings were a dream. The +sense of reality was hideous - and again becomes so as I recall the scene. + +At length I tremblingly pulled the book from its container and stared +fascinatedly at the well-known hieroglyphs on the cover. It seemed to be in +prime condition, and the curvilinear letters of the title held me in almost as +hypnotised a state as if I could read them. Indeed, I cannot swear that I did not +actually read them in some transient and terrible access of abnormal memory. + +I do not know how long it was before I dared to lift that thin metal cover. I +temporized and made excuses to myself. I took the torch from my mouth and +shut it off to save the battery. Then, in the dark, I collected my courage finally +lifting the cover without turning on the light. Last of all, I did indeed flash the +torch upon the exposed page - steeling myself in advance to suppress any sound +no matter what I should find. + +I looked for an instant, then collapsed. Clenching my teeth, however, I kept +silent. I sank wholly to the floor and put a hand to my forehead amidst the +engulfing blackness. What I dreaded and expected was there. Either I was +dreaming, or time and space had become a mockery. + +I must be dreaming - but I would test the horror by carrying this thing back and +shewing it to my son if it were indeed a reality. My head swam frightfully, even +though there were no visible objects in the unbroken gloom to swirl about me. +Ideas and images of the starkest terror - excited by vistas which my glimpse had +opened up - began to throng in upon me and cloud my senses. + +I thought of those possible prints in the dust, and trembled at the sound of my +own breathing as I did so. Once again I flashed on the light and looked at the +page as a serpent's victim may look at his destroyer's eyes and fangs. + +Then, with clumsy fingers, in the dark, I closed the book, put it in its container, +and snapped the lid and the curious, hooked fastener. This was what I must +carry back to the outer world if it truly existed - if the whole abyss truly existed - +if I, and the world itself, truly existed. + +Just when I tottered to my feet and commenced my return I cannot be certain. It +comes to me oddly - as a measure of my sense of separation from the normal +world - that I did not even once look at my watch during those hideous hours +nderground. + +Torch in hand, and with the ominous case under one arm, I eventually found +myself tiptoeing in a kind of silent panic past the draught - giving abyss and + + + + +those lurking suggestions of prints. I lessened my precautions as I climbed up the +endless inclines, but could not shake off a shadow of apprehension which I had +not felt on the downward journey. + +I dreaded having to repass through the black basalt crypt that was older than the +city itself, where cold draughts welled up from unguarded depths. I thought of +that which the Great Race had feared, and of what might still be lurking - be it +ever so weak and dying - down there. I thought of those five-circle prints and of +what my dreams had told me of such prints - and of strange winds and whistling +noises associated with them. And I thought of the tales of the modern +blackfellows, wherein the horror of great winds and nameless subterrene ruins +was dwelt upon. + +I knew from a carven wall symbol the right floor to enter, and came at last after +passing that other book I had examined - to the great circular space with the +branching archways. On my right, and at once recognisable, was the arch +through which I had arrived. This I now entered, conscious that the rest of my +course would be harder because of the tumbled state of the masonry outside the +archive building. My new metal-eased burden weighed upon me, and I found it +harder and harder to be quiet as I stumbled among debris and fragments of +every sort. + +Then I came to the ceiling-high mound of debris through which I had wrenched +a scanty passage. My dread at wriggling through again was infinite, for my first +passage had made some noise, and I now - after seeing those possible prints - +dreaded sound above all things. The case, too, doubled the problem of traversing +the narrow crevice. + +But I clambered up the barrier as best I could, and pushed the case through the +aperture ahead of me. Then, torch in mouth, I scrambled through myself - my +back torn as before by stalactites. + +As I tried to grasp the case again, it fell some distance ahead of me down the +slope of the debris, making a disturbing clatter and arousing echoes which sent +me into a cold perspiration. I lunged for it at once, and regained it without +further noise - but a moment afterward the slipping of blocks under my feet +raised a sudden and unprecedented din. + +The din was my undoing. For, falsely or not, I thought I heard it answered in a +terrible way from spaces far behind me. I thought I heard a shrill, whistling +sound, like nothing else on earth, and beyond any adequate verbal description. If +so, what followed has a grim irony - since, save for the panic of this thing, the +second thing might never have happened. + + + + +As it was, my frenzy was absolute and unrelieved. Taking my torch in my hand +and clutching feebly at the case, I leaped and bounded wildly ahead with no idea +in my brain beyond a mad desire to race out of these nightmare ruins to the +waking world of desert and moonlight which lay so far above. + +I hardly knew it when I reached the mountain of debris which towered into the +vast blackness beyond the caved-in roof, and bruised and cut myself repeatedly +in scrambling up its steep slope of jagged blocks and fragments. + +Then came the great disaster. Just as I blindly crossed the summit, unprepared +for the sudden dip ahead, my feet slipped utterly and I found myself involved in +a mangling avalanche of sliding masonry whose cannon-loud uproar split the +black cavern air in a deafening series of earth-shaking reverberations. + +I have no recollection of emerging from this chaos, but a momentary fragment of +consciousness shows me as plunging and tripping and scrambling along the +corridor amidst the clangour - case and torch still with me. + +Then, just as I approached that primal basalt crypt I had so dreaded, utter +madness came. For as the echoes of the avalanche died down, there became +audible a repetition of that frightful alien whistling I thought I had heard before. +This time there was no doubt about it - and what was worse, it came from a point +not behind but ahead of me. + +Probably I shrieked aloud then. I have a dim picture of myself as flying through +the hellish basalt vault of the elder things, and hearing that damnable alien +sound piping up from the open, unguarded door of limitless nether blacknesses. +There was a wind, too - not merely a cool, damp draught, but a violent, +purposeful blast belching savagely and frigidly from that abominable gulf +whence the obscene whistling came. + +There are memories of leaping and lurching over obstacles of every sort, with +that torrent of wind and shrieking sound growing moment by moment, and +seeming to curl and twist purposefully around me as it struck out wickedly from +the spaces behind and beneath. + +Though in my rear, that wind had the odd effect of hindering instead of aiding +my progress; as if it acted like a noose or lasso thrown around me. Heedless of +the noise I made, I clattered over a great barrier of blocks and was again in the +structure that led to the surface. + +I recall glimpsing the archway to the room of machines and almost crying out as +I saw the incline leading down to where one of those blasphemous trap-doors + + + + +must be yawning two levels below. But instead of crying out I muttered over and +over to myself that this was all a dream from which I must soon awake. Perhaps I +was in camp - perhaps I was at home in Arkham. As these hopes bolstered up +my sanity I began to mount the incline to the higher level. + +I knew, of course, that I had the four-foot cleft to re-cross, yet was too racked by +other fears to realise the full horror until I came almost upon it. On my descent, +the leap across had been easy - but could I clear the gap as readily when going +uphill, and hampered by fright, exhaustion, the weight of the metal case, and the +anomalous backward tug of that daemon wind? I thought of these things at the +last moment, and thought also of the nameless entities which might be lurking in +the black abysses below the chasm. + +My wavering torch was growing feeble, but I could tell by some obscure memory +when I neared the cleft. The chill blasts of wind and the nauseous whistling +shrieks behind me were for the moment like a merciful opiate, dulling my +imagination to the horror of the yawning gulf ahead. And then I became aware +of the added blasts and whistling in front of me - tides of abomination surging +up through the cleft itself from depths unimagined and unimaginable. + +Now, indeed, the essence of pure nightmare was upon me. Sanity departed - +and, ignoring everything except the animal impulse of flight, I merely struggled +and plunged upward over the incline's debris as if no gulf had existed. Then I +saw the chasm's edge, leaped frenziedly with every ounce of strength I +possessed, and was instantly engulfed in a pandaemoniae vortex of loathsome +sound and utter, materially tangible blackness. + +This is the end of my experience, so far as I can recall. Any further impressions +belong wholly to the domain of phantasmagoria delirium. Dream, madness, and +memory merged wildly together in a series of fantastic, fragmentary delusions +which can have no relation to anything real. + +There was a hideous fall through incalculable leagues of viscous, sentient +darkness, and a babel of noises utterly alien to all that we know of the earth and +its organic life. Dormant, rudimentary senses seemed to start into vitality within +me, telling of pits and voids peopled by floating horrors and leading to sunless +crags and oceans and teeming cities of windowless, basalt towers upon which no +light ever shone. + +Secrets of the primal planet and its immemorial aeons flashed through my brain +without the aid of sight or sound, and there were known to me things which not +even the wildest of my former dreams had ever suggested. And all the while +cold fingers of damp vapor clutched and picked at me, and that eldritch. + + + + +damnable whistling shrieked fiendishly above all the alternations of babel and +silence in the whirlpools of darkness around. + +Afterward there were visions of the Cyclopean city of my dreams - not in ruins, +but just as I had dreamed of it. I was in my conical, non-human body again, and +mingled with crowds of the Great Race and the captive minds who carried books +up and down the lofty corridors and vast inclines. + +Then, superimposed upon these pictures, were frightful, momentary flashes of a +non-vistial consciousness involving desperate struggles, a writhing free from +clutching tentacles of whistling wind, an insane, bat-like flight through half-solid +air, a feverish burrowing through the cyclone-whipped dark, and a wild +stumbling and scrambling over fallen masonry. + +Once there was a curious, intrusive flash of half sight - a faint, diffuse suspicion +of bluish radiance far overhead. Then there came a dream of wind - pursued +climbing and crawling - of wriggling into a blaze of sardonic moonlight through +a jumble of debris which slid and collapsed after me amidst a morbid hurricane. +It was the evil, monotonous beating of that maddening moonlight which at last +told me of the return of what I had once known as the objective, waking world. + +I was clawing prone through the sands of the Australian desert, and around me +shrieked such a tumult of wind as I had never before known on our planet's +surface. My clothing was in rags, and my whole body was a mass of bruises and +scratches. + +Full consciousness returned very slowly, and at no time could I tell just where +delirious dream left off and true memory began. There had seemed to be a +mound of titan blocks, an abyss beneath it, a monstrous revelation from the past, +and a nightmare horror at the end - but how much of this was real? + +My flashlight was gone, and likewise any metal case I may have discovered. Had +there been such a case - or any abyss- or any mound? Raising my head, I looked +behind me, and saw only the sterile, undulant sands of the desert. + +The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly +in the west. I lurched to my feet and began to stagger southwestward toward the +camp. What in truth had happened to me? Had I merely collapsed in the desert +and dragged a dream-racked body over miles of sand and buried blocks? If not, +how could I bear to live any longer? + +For, in this new doubt, all my faith in the myth-born unreality of my visions +dissolved once more into the hellish older doubting. If that abyss was real, then + + + + +the Great Race was real - and its blasphemous reachings and seizures in the +cosmos-wide vortex of time were no myths or nightmares, but a terrible, soul- +shattering actuality. + +Had I, in full, hideous fact, been drawn back to a pre-human world of a hundred +and fifty million years ago in those dark, baffling days of the amnesia? Had my +present body been the vehicle of a frightful alien consciousness from palaeogean +gulfs of time? + +Had I, as the captive mind of those shambling horrors, indeed known that +accursed city of stone in its primordial heyday, and wriggled down those +familiar corridors in the loathsome shape of my captor? Were those tormenting +dreams of more than twenty years the offspring of stark, monstrous memories? + +Had I once veritably talked with minds from reachless corners of time and space, +learned the universe's secrets, past and to come, and written the annals of my +own world for the metal cases of those titan archives? And were those others - +those shocking elder things of the mad winds and daemon pipings - in truth a +lingering, lurking menace, waiting and slowly weakening in black abysses while +varied shapes of life drag out their multimillennial courses on the planet's age- +racked surface? + +I do not know. If that abyss and what I held were real, there is no hope. Then, all +too truly, there lies upon this world of man a mocking and incredible shadow out +of time. But, mercifully, there is no proof that these things are other than fresh +phases of my myth-born dreams. I did not bring back the metal case that would +have been a proof, and so far those subterrene corridors have not been found. + +If the laws of the universe are kind, they will never be found. But I must tell my +son what I saw or thought I saw, and let him use his judgment as a psychologist +in gauging the reality of my experience, and communicating this account to +others. + +I have said that the awful truth behind my tortured years of dreaming hinges +absolutely upon the actuality of what I thought I saw in those Cyclopean, buried +ruins. It has been hard for me, literally, to set down that crucial revelation, +though no reader can have failed to guess it. Of course, it lay in that book within +the metal case - the case which I pried out of its lair amidst the dust of a million +centuries. + +No eye had seen, no hand had touched that book since the advent of man to this +planet. And yet, when I flashed my torch upon it in that frightful abyss, I saw +that the queerly pigmented letters on the brittle, aeon-browned cellulose pages + + + + +were not indeed any nameless hieroglyphs of earth's youth. They were, instead, +the letters of our familiar alphabet, spelling out the words of the English +language in my own handwriting. + + + + +The Shadow Over Innsmouth + +Written in 1931 + +Published in 1936 in The Shadow over Innsmouth + + + +During the winter of 1927-28 officials of the Federal government made a strange +and secret investigation of certain conditions in the ancient Massachusetts +seaport of Innsmouth. The public first learned of it in February, when a vast +series of raids and arrests occurred, followed by the deliberate burning and +dynamiting - under suitable precautions - of an enormous number of crumbling, +worm-eaten, and supposedly empty houses along the abandoned waterfront. +Uninquiring souls let this occurrence pass as one of the major clashes in a +spasmodic war on liquor. + +Keener news-followers, however, wondered at the prodigious number of arrests, +the abnormally large force of men used in making them, and the secrecy +surrounding the disposal of the prisoners. No trials, or even definite charges +were reported; nor were any of the captives seen thereafter in the regular gaols of +the nation. There were vague statements about disease and concentration camps, +and later about dispersal in various naval and military prisons, but nothing +positive ever developed. Innsmouth itself was left almost depopulated, and it is +even now only beginning to show signs of a sluggishly revived existence. + +Complaints from many liberal organizations were met with long confidential +discussions, and representatives were taken on trips to certain camps and +prisons. As a result, these societies became surprisingly passive and reticent. +Newspaper men were harder to manage, but seemed largely to cooperate with +the government in the end. Only one paper - a tabloid always discounted +because of its wild policy - mentioned the deep diving submarine that +discharged torpedoes downward in the marine abyss just beyond Devil Reef. +That item, gathered by chance in a haunt of sailors, seemed indeed rather far- +fetched; since the low, black reef lay a full mile and a half out from Innsmouth +Harbour. + +People around the country and in the nearby towns muttered a great deal among +themselves, but said very little to the outer world. They had talked about dying +and half-deserted Innsmouth for nearly a century, and nothing new could be +wilder or more hideous than what they had whispered and hinted at years +before. Many things had taught them secretiveness, and there was no need to + + + + +exert pressure on them. Besides, they really knew little; for wide salt marshes, +desolate and unpeopled, kept neighbors off from Innsmouth on the landward +side. + +But at last I am going to defy the ban on speech about this thing. Results, I am +certain, are so thorough that no public harm save a shock of repulsion could ever +accrue from a hinting of what was found by those horrified men at Innsmouth. +Besides, what was found might possibly have more than one explanation. I do +not know just how much of the whole tale has been told even to me, and I have +many reasons for not wishing to probe deeper. For my contact with this affair +has been closer than that of any other layman, and I have carried away +impressions which are yet to drive me to drastic measures. + +It was I who fled frantically out of Innsmouth in the early morning hours of July +16, 1927, and whose frightened appeals for government inquiry and action +brought on the whole reported episode. I was willing enough to stay mute while +the affair was fresh and uncertain; but now that it is an old story, with public +interest and curiosity gone, I have an odd craving to whisper about those few +frightful hours in that ill-rumored and evilly-shadowed seaport of death and +blasphemous abnormality. The mere telling helps me to restore confidence in my +own faculties; to reassure myself that I was not the first to succumb to a +contagious nightmare hallucination. It helps me, too, in making up my mind +regarding a certain terrible step which lies ahead of me. + +I never heard of Innsmouth till the day before I saw it for the first and - so far - +last time. I was celebrating my coming of age by a tour of New England - +sightseeing, antiquarian, and genealogical - and had planned to go directly from +ancient Newburyport to Arkham, whence my mother's family was derived. I had +no car, but was travelling by train, trolley and motor-coach, always seeking the +cheapest possible route. In Newburyport they told me that the steam train was +the thing to take to Arkham; and it was only at the station ticket-office, when I +demurred at the high fare, that I learned about Innsmouth. The stout, shrewd- +faced agent, whose speech shewed him to be no local man, seemed sympathetic +toward my efforts at economy, and made a suggestion that none of my other +informants had offered. + +"You could take that old bus, I suppose," he said with a certain hesitation, "but it +ain't thought much of hereabouts. It goes through Innsmouth - you may have +heard about that - and so the people don't like it. Run by an Innsmouth fellow - +Joe Sargent - but never gets any custom from here, or Arkham either, I guess. +Wonder it keeps running at all. I s'pose it's cheap enough, but I never see mor'n +two or three people in it - nobody but those Innsmouth folk. Leaves the square - + + + + +front of Hammond's Drug Store - at 10 a.m. and 7 p.m. unless they've changed +lately. Looks like a terrible rattletrap - I've never been on it." + +That was the first I ever heard of shadowed Innsmouth. Any reference to a town +not shown on common maps or listed in recent guidebooks would have +interested me, and the agent's odd manner of allusion roused something like real +curiosity. A town able to inspire such dislike in it its neighbors, I thought, must +be at least rather unusual, and worthy of a tourist's attention. If it came before +Arkham I would stop off there and so I asked the agent to tell me something +about it. He was very deliberate, and spoke with an air of feeling slightly +superior to what he said. + +"Innsmouth? Well, it's a queer kind of a town down at the mouth of the +Manuxet. Used to be almost a city - quite a port before the War of 1812 - but all +gone to pieces in the last hundred years or so. No railroad now - B. and M. never +went through, and the branch line from Rowley was given up years ago. + +"More empty houses than there are people, I guess, and no business to speak of +except fishing and lobstering. Everybody trades mostly either here or in Arkham +or Ipswich. Once they had quite a few mills, but nothing's left now except one +gold refinery running on the leanest kind of part time. + +"That refinery, though, used to he a big thing, and old man Marsh, who owns it, +must be richer'n Croesus. Queer old duck, though, and sticks mighty close in his +home. He's supposed to have developed some skin disease or deformity late in +life that makes him keep out of sight. Grandson of Captain Obed Marsh, who +founded the business. His mother seems to've been some kind of foreigner - they +say a South Sea islander - so everybody raised Cain when he married an Ipswich +girl fifty years ago. They always do that about Innsmouth people, and folks here +and hereabouts always try to cover up any Innsmouth blood they have in 'em. +But Marsh's children and grandchildren look just like anyone else far's I can see. +I've had 'em pointed out to me here - though, come to think of it, the elder +children don't seem to be around lately. Never saw the old man. + +"And why is everybody so down on Innsmouth? Well, young fellow, you +mustn't take too much stock in what people here say. They're hard to get started, +but once they do get started they never let up. They've been telling things about +Innsmouth - whispering 'em, mostly - for the last hundred years, I guess, and I +gather they're more scared than anything else. Some of the stories would make +you laugh - about old Captain Marsh driving bargains with the devil and +bringing imps out of hell to live in Innsmouth, or about some kind of devil- +worship and awful sacrifices in some place near the wharves that people + + + + +stumbled on around 1845 or thereabouts - but I come from Panton, Vermont, and +that kind of story don't go down with me. + +"You ought to hear, though, what some of the old-timers tell about the black reef +off the coast - Devil Reef, they call it. It's well above water a good part of the +time, and never much below it, but at that you could hardly call it an island. The +story is that there's a whole legion of devils seen sometimes on that reef - +sprawled about, or darting in and out of some kind of caves near the top. It's a +rugged, uneven thing, a good bit over a mile out, and toward the end of shipping +days sailors used to make big detours just to avoid it. + +"That is, sailors that didn't hail from Innsmouth. One of the things they had +against old Captain Marsh was that he was supposed to land on it sometimes at +night when the tide was right. Maybe he did, for I dare say the rock formation +was interesting, and it's just barely possible he was looking for pirate loot and +maybe finding it; but there was talk of his dealing with demons there. Fact is, I +guess on the whole it was really the Captain that gave the bad reputation to the +reef. + +"That was before the big epidemic of 1846, when over half the folks in +Innsmouth was carried off. They never did quite figure out what the trouble was, +but it was probably some foreign kind of disease brought from China or +somewhere by the shipping. It surely was bad enough - there was riots over it, +and all sorts of ghastly doings that I don't believe ever got outside of town - and +it left the place in awful shape. Never came back - there can't be more'n 300 or +400 people living there now. + +"But the real thing behind the way folks feel is simply race prejudice - and I don't +say I'm blaming those that hold it. I hate those Innsmouth folks myself, and I +wouldn't care to go to their town. I s'pose you know - though I can see you're a +Westerner by your talk - what a lot our New England ships - used to have to do +with queer ports in Africa, Asia, the South Seas, and everywhere else, and what +queer kinds of people they sometimes brought back with 'em. You've probably +heard about the Salem man that came home with a Chinese wife, and maybe you +know there's still a bunch of Fiji Islanders somewhere around Cape Cod. + +"Well, there must be something like that back of the Innsmouth people. The +place always was badly cut off from the rest of the country by marshes and +creeks and we can't be sure about the ins and outs of the matter; but it's pretty +clear that old Captain Marsh must have brought home some odd specimens +when he had all three of his ships in commission back in the twenties and +thirties. There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today - +I don't know how to explain it but it sort of makes you crawl. You'll notice a little + + + + +in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of 'em have queer narrow heads with flat +noses and bulgy, starry eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain't quite +right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of the necks are all shriveled or creased +up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst - fact is, I don't +believe I've ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of +looking in the glass! Animals hate 'em - they used to have lots of horse trouble +before the autos came in. + +"Nobody around here or in Arkham or Ipswich will have anything to do with +'em, and they act kind of offish themselves when they come to town or when +anyone tries to fish on their grounds. Queer how fish are always thick off +Innsmouth Harbour when there ain't any anywhere else around - but just try to +fish there yourself and see how the folks chase you off! Those people used to +come here on the railroad - walking and taking the train at Rowley after the +branch was dropped - but now they use that bus. + +"Yes, there's a hotel in Innsmouth - called the Gilman House - but I don't believe +it can amount to much. I wouldn't advise you to try it. Better stay over here and +take the ten o'clock bus tomorrow morning; then you can get an evening bus +there for Arkham at eight o'clock. There was a factory inspector who stopped at +the Gilman a couple of years ago and he had a lot of unpleasant hints about the +place. Seems they get a queer crowd there, for this fellow heard voices in other +rooms - though most of 'em was empty - that gave him the shivers. It was foreign +talk he thought, but he said the bad thing about it was the kind of voice that +sometimes spoke. It sounded so unnatural - slopping like, he said - that he didn't +dare undress and go to sleep. Just waited up and lit out the first thing in the +morning. The talk went on most all night. + +"This fellow - Casey, his name was - had a lot to say about how the Innsmouth +folk, watched him and seemed kind of on guard. He found the Marsh refinery a +queer place - it's in an old mill on the lower falls of the Manuxet. What he said +tallied up with what I'd heard. Books in bad shape, and no clear account of any +kind of dealings. You know it's always been a kind of mystery where the +Marshes get the gold they refine. They've never seemed to do much buying in +that line, but years ago they shipped out an enormous lot of ingots. + +"Used to be talk of a queer foreign kind of jewelry that the sailors and refinery +men sometimes sold on the sly, or that was seen once or twice on some of the +Marsh women-folks. People allowed maybe old Captain Obed traded for it in +some heathen port, especially since he always ordered stacks of glass beads and +trinkets such as seafaring men used to get for native trade. Others thought and +still think he'd found an old pirate cache out on Devil Reef. But here's a funny +thing. The old Captain's been dead these sixty years, and there's ain't been a + + + + +good-sized ship out of the place since the Civil War; but just the same the +Marshes still keep on buying a few of those native trade things - mostly glass and +rubber gewgaws, they tell me. Maybe the Innsmouth folks like 'em to look at +themselves - Gawd knows they've gotten to be about as bad as South Sea +cannibals and Guinea savages. + +"That plague of '46 must have taken off the best blood in the place. Anyway, +they're a doubtful lot now, and the Marshes and other rich folks are as bad as +any. As I told you, there probably ain't more'n 400 people in the whole town in +spite of all the streets they say there are. I guess they're what they call 'white +trash' down South - lawless and sly, and full of secret things. They get a lot of +fish and lobsters and do exporting by truck. Queer how the fish swarm right +there and nowhere else. + +"Nobody can ever keep track of these people, and state school officials and +census men have a devil of a time. You can bet that prying strangers ain't +welcome around Innsmouth. I've heard personally of more'n one business or +government man that's disappeared there, and there's loose talk of one who +went crazy and is out at Danvers now. They must have fixed up some awful +scare for that fellow. + +"That's why I wouldn't go at night if I was you. I've never been there and have +no wish to go, but I guess a daytime trip couldn't hurt you - even though the +people hereabouts will advise you not to make it. If you're just sightseeing, and +looking for old-time stuff, Innsmouth ought to be quite a place for you." + +And so I spent part of that evening at the Newburyport Public Library looking +up data about Innsmouth. When I had tried to question the natives in the shops, +the lunchroom, the garages, and the fire station, I had found them even harder to +get started than the ticket agent had predicted; and realized that I could not +spare the time to overcome their first instinctive reticence. They had a kind of +obscure suspiciousness, as if there were something amiss with anyone too much +interested in Innsmouth. At the Y. M. C. A., where I was stopping, the clerk +merely discouraged my going to such a dismal, decadent place; and the people at +the library shewed much the same attitude. Clearly, in the eyes of the educated, +Innsmouth was merely an exaggerated case of civic degeneration. + +The Essex County histories on the library shelves had very little to say, except +that the town was founded in 1643, noted for shipbuilding before the Revolution, +a seat of great marine prosperity in the early 19th century, and later a minor +factory center using the Manuxet as power. The epidemic and riots of 1846 were +very sparsely treated, as if they formed a discredit to the county. + + + + +References to decline were few, though the significance of the later record was +unmistakable. After the Civil War all industrial life was confined to the Marsh +Refining Company, and the marketing of gold ingots formed the only remaining +bit of major commerce aside from the eternal fishing. That fishing paid less and +less as the price of the commodity fell and large-scale corporations offered +competition, but there was never a dearth of fish around Innsmouth Harbour. +Foreigners seldom settled there, and there was some discreetly veiled evidence +that a number of Poles and Portuguese who had tried it had been scattered in a +peculiarly drastic fashion. + +Most interesting of all was a glancing reference to the strange jewelry vaguely +associated with Innsmouth. It had evidently impressed the whole countryside +more than a little, for mention was made of specimens in the museum of +Miskatonic University at Arkham, and in the display room of the Newburyport +Historical Society. The fragmentary descriptions of these things were bald and +prosaic, but they hinted to me an undercurrent of persistent strangeness. +Something about them seemed so odd and provocative that I could not put them +out of my mind, and despite the relative lateness of the hour I resolved to see the +local sample - said to be a large, queerly-proportioned thing evidently meant for +a tiara - if it could possibly be arranged. + +The librarian gave me a note of introduction to the curator of the Society, a Miss +Anna Tilton, who lived nearby, and after a brief explanation that ancient +gentlewoman was kind enough to pilot me into the closed building, since the +hour was not outrageously late. The collection was a notable one indeed, but in +my present mood I had eyes for nothing but the bizarre object which glistened in +a corner cupboard under the electric lights. + +It took no excessive sensitiveness to beauty to make me literally gasp at the +strange, unearthly splendour of the alien, opulent phantasy that rested there on a +purple velvet cushion. Even now I can hardly describe what I saw, though it was +clearly enough a sort of tiara, as the description had said. It was tall in front, and +with a very large and curiously irregular periphery, as if designed for a head of +almost freakishly elliptical outline. The material seemed to be predominantly +gold, though a weird lighter lustrousness hinted at some strange alloy with an +equally beautiful and scarcely identifiable metal. Its condition was almost +perfect, and one could have spent hours in studying the striking and puzzlingly +untraditional designs - some simply geometrical, and some plainly marine - +chased or moulded in high relief on its surface with a craftsmanship of incredible +skill and grace. + +The longer I looked, the more the thing fascinated me; and in this fascination +there was a curiously disturbing element hardly to be classified or accounted for. + + + + +At first I decided that it was the queer other-worldly quality of the art which +made me uneasy. All other art objects I had ever seen either belonged to some +known racial or national stream, or else were consciously modernistic defiances +of every recognized stream. This tiara was neither. It clearly belonged to some +settled technique of infinite maturity and perfection, yet that technique was +utterly remote from any - Eastern or Western, ancient or modern - which I had +ever heard of or seen exemplified. It was as if the workmanship were that of +another planet. + +However, I soon saw that my uneasiness had a second and perhaps equally +potent source residing in the pictorial and mathematical suggestion of the +strange designs. The patterns all hinted of remote secrets and unimaginable +abysses in time and space, and the monotonously aquatic nature of the reliefs +became almost sinister. Among these reliefs were fabulous monsters of abhorrent +grotesqueness and malignity - half ichthyic and half batrachian in suggestion - +which one could not dissociate from a certain haunting and uncomfortable sense +of pseudomemory, as if they called up some image from deep cells and tissues +whose retentive functions are wholly primal and awesomely ancestral. At times I +fancied that every contour of these blasphemous fish-frogs was over-flowing +with the ultimate quintessence of unknown and inhuman evil. + +In odd contrast to the tiara's aspect was its brief and prosy history as related by +Miss Tilton. It had been pawned for a ridiculous sum at a shop in State Street in +1873, by a drunken Innsmouth man shortly afterward killed in a brawl. The +Society had acquired it directly from the pawnbroker, at once giving it a display +worthy of its quality. It was labeled as of probable East-Indian or Indochinese +provenance, though the attribution was frankly tentative. + +Miss Tilton, comparing all possible hypotheses regarding its origin and its +presence in New England, was inclined to believe that it formed part of some +exotic pirate hoard discovered by old Captain Obed Marsh. This view was surely +not weakened by the insistent offers of purchase at a high price which the +Marshes began to make as soon as they knew of its presence, and which they +repeated to this day despite the Society's unvarying determination not to sell. + +As the good lady shewed me out of the building she made it clear that the pirate +theory of the Marsh fortune was a popular one among the intelligent people of +the region. Her own attitude toward shadowed Innsmouth - which she never +seen - was one of disgust at a community slipping far down the cultural scale, +and she assured me that the rumours of devil-worship were partly justified by a +peculiar secret cult which had gained force there and engulfed all the orthodox +churches. + + + + +It was called, she said, "The Esoteric Order of Dagon", and was undoubtedly a +debased, quasi-pagan thing imported from the East a century before, at a time +when the Innsmouth fisheries seemed to be going barren. Its persistence among a +simple people was quite natural in view of the sudden and permanent return of +abundantly fine fishing, and it soon came to be the greatest influence in the town, +replacing Freemasonry altogether and taking up headquarters in the old Masonic +Hall on New Church Green. + +All this, to the pious Miss Tilton, formed an excellent reason for shunning the +ancient town of decay and desolation; but to me it was merely a fresh incentive. +To my architectural and historical anticipations was now added an acute +anthropological zeal, and I could scarcely sleep in my small room at the "\" as +the night wore away. + + +Shortly before ten the next morning I stood with one small valise in front of +Hammond's Drug Store in old Market Square waiting for the Innsmouth bus. As +the hour for its arrival drew near I noticed a general drift of the loungers to other +places up the street, or to the Ideal Lunch across the square. Evidently the ticket- +agent had not exaggerated the dislike which local People bore toward Innsmouth +and its denizens. In a few moments a small motor-coach of extreme decrepitude +and dirty grey colour rattled down State Street, made a turn, and drew up at the +curb beside me. I felt immediately that it was the right one; a guess which the +half-illegible sign on the windshield - Arkham-Innsmouth-Newburyport - soon +verified. + +There were only three passengers - dark, unkempt men of sullen visage and +somewhat youthful cast - and when the vehicle stopped they clumsily shambled +out and began walking up State Street in a silent, almost furtive fashion. The +driver also alighted, and I watched him as he went into the drug store to make +some purchase. This, I reflected, must be the Joe Sargent mentioned by the ticket- +agent; and even before I noticed any details there spread over me a wave of +spontaneous aversion which could be neither checked nor explained. It suddenly +struck me as very natural that the local people should not wish to ride on a bus +owned and driven by this man, or to visit any oftener than possible the habitat of +such a man and his kinsfolk. + +When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to +determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered +man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and +wearing a frayed golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep +creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his + + + + +dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery-blue eyes that +seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly +undeveloped ears. His long thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed +almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in +irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if +peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, +and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in +proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl +closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his +peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The +more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit +them. + +A certain greasiness about the fellow increased my dislike. He was evidently +given to working or lounging around the fish docks, and carried with him much +of their characteristic smell. Just what foreign blood was in him I could not even +guess. His oddities certainly did not look Asiatic, Polynesian, Levantine or +negroid, yet I could see why the people found him alien. I myself would have +thought of biological degeneration rather than alienage. + +I was sorry when I saw there would be no other passengers on the bus. Somehow +I did not like the idea of riding alone with this driver. But as leaving time +obviously approached I conquered my qualms and followed the man aboard, +extending him a dollar bill and murmuring the single word "Innsmouth." He +looked curiously at me for a second as he returned forty cents change without +speaking. I took a seat far behind him, but on the same side of the bus, since I +wished to watch the shore during the journey. + +At length the decrepit vehicle stared with a jerk, and rattled noisily past the old +brick buildings of State Street amidst a cloud of vapour from the exhaust. +Glancing at the people on the sidewalks, I thought I detected in them a curious +wish to avoid looking at the bus - or at least a wish to avoid seeming to look at it. +Then we turned to the left into High Street, where the going was smoother; +flying by stately old mansions of the early republic and still older colonial +farmhouses, passing the Lower Green and Parker River, and finally emerging +into a long, monotonous stretch of open shore country. + +The day was warm and sunny, but the landscape of sand and sedge-grass, and +stunted shrubbery became more and desolate as we proceeded. Out the window +I could see the blue water and the sandy line of Plum Island, and we presently +drew very near the beach as our narrow road veered off from the main highway +to Rowley and Ipswich. There were no visible houses, and I could tell by the state +of the road that traffic was very light hereabouts. The weather-worn telephone + + + + +poles carried only two wires. Now and then we crossed crude wooden bridges +over tidal creeks that wound far inland and promoted the general isolation of the +region. + +Once in a while I noticed dead stumps and crumbling foundation-walls above +the drifting sand, and recalled the old tradition quoted in one of the histories I +had read, that this was once a fertile and thickly-settled countryside. The change, +it was said, came simultaneously with the Innsmouth epidemic of 1846, and was +thought by simple folk to have a dark connection with hidden forces of evil. +Actually, it was caused by the unwise cutting of woodlands near the shore, +which robbed the soil of the best protection and opened the way for waves of +wind-blown sand. + +At last we lost sight of Plum Island and saw the vast expanse of the open Atlantic +on our left. Our narrow course began to climb steeply, and I felt a singular sense +of disquiet in looking at the lonely crest ahead where the rutted road-way met +the sky. It was as if the bus were about to keep on in its ascent, leaving the sane +earth altogether and merging with the unknown arcana of upper air and +cryptical sky. The smell of the sea took on ominous implications, and the silent +driver's bent, rigid back and narrow head became more and more hateful. As I +looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, +having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface. + +Then we reached the crest and beheld the outspread valley beyond, where the +Manuxet joins the sea just north of the long line of cliffs that culminate in +Kingsport Head and veer off toward Cape Ann. On the far misty horizon I could +just make out the dizzy profile of the Head, topped by the queer ancient house of +which so many legends are told; but for the moment all my attention was +captured by the nearer panorama just below me. I had, I realized, come face to +face with rumour-shadowed Innsmouth. + +It was a town of wide extent and dense construction, yet one with a portentous +dearth of visible life. From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke +came, and the three tall steeples loomed stark and unpainted against the seaward +horizon. One of them was crumbling down at the top, and in that and another +there were only black gaping holes where clock-dials should have been. The vast +huddle of sagging gambrel roofs and peaked gables conveyed with offensive +clearness the idea of wormy decay, and as we approached along the now +descending road I could see that many roofs had wholly caved in. There were +some large square Georgian houses, too, with hipped roofs, cupolas, and railed +"widow's walks." These were mostly well back from the water, and one or two +seemed to be in moderately sound condition. Stretching inland from among +them I saw the rusted, grass-grown line of the abandoned railway, with leaning + + + + +telegraph-poles now devoid of wires, and the half-obscured lines of the old +carriage roads to Rowley and Ipswich. + +The decay was worst close to the waterfront, though in its very midst I could spy +the white belfry of a fairly well preserved brick structure which looked like a +small factory. The harbour, long clogged with sand, was enclosed by an ancient +stone breakwater; on which I could begin to discern the minute forms of a few +seated fishermen, and at whose end were what looked like the foundations of a +bygone lighthouse. A sandy tongue had formed inside this barrier and upon it I +saw a few decrepit cabins, moored dories, and scattered lobster-pots. The only +deep water seemed to be where the river poured out past the belfried structure +and turned southward to join the ocean at the breakwater's end. + +Here and there the ruins of wharves jutted out from the shore to end in +indeterminate rottenness, those farthest south seeming the most decayed. And +far out at sea, despite a high tide, I glimpsed a long, black line scarcely rising +above the water yet carrying a suggestion of odd latent malignancy. This, I knew, +must be Devil Reef. As I looked, a subtle, curious sense of beckoning seemed +superadded to the grim repulsion; and oddly enough, I found this overtone more +disturbing than the primary impression. + +We met no one on the road, but presently began to pass deserted farms in +varying stages of ruin. Then I noticed a few inhabited houses with rags stuffed in +the broken windows and shells and dead fish lying about the littered yards. Once +or twice I saw listless-looking people working in barren gardens or digging +clams on the fishy-smelling beach below, and groups of dirty, simian-visaged +children playing around weed-grown doorsteps. Somehow these people seemed +more disquieting than the dismal buildings, for almost every one had certain +peculiarities of face and motions which I instinctively disliked without being able +to define or comprehend them. For a second I thought this typical physique +suggested some picture I had seen, perhaps in a book, under circumstances of +particular horror or melancholy; but this pseudo-recollection passed very +quickly. + +As the bus reached a lower level I began to catch the steady note of a waterfall +through the unnatural stillness. The leaning, unpainted houses grew thicker, +lined both sides of the road, and displayed more urban tendencies than did those +we were leaving behind. The panorama ahead had contracted to a street scene, +and in spots I could see where a cobblestone pavement and stretches of brick +sidewalk had formerly existed. All the houses were apparently deserted, and +there were occasional gaps where tumbledown chimneys and cellar walls told of +buildings that had collapsed. Pervading everything was the most nauseous fishy +odour imaginable. + + + + +Soon cross streets and junctions began to appear; those on the left leading to +shoreward realms of unpaved squalor and decay, while those on the right +shewed vistas of departed grandeur. So far I had seen no people in the town, but +there now came signs of a sparse habitation - curtained windows here and there, +and an occasional battered motorcar at the curb. Pavement and sidewalks were +increasingly well-defined, and though most of the houses were quite old - wood +and brick structures of the early 19th century - they were obviously kept fit for +habitation. As an amateur antiquarian I almost lost my olfactory disgust and my +feeling of menace and repulsion amidst this rich, unaltered survival from the +past. + +But I was not to reach my destination without one very strong impression of +poignantly disagreeable quality. The bus had come to a sort of open concourse or +radial point with churches on two sides and the bedraggled remains of a circular +green in the centre, and I was looking at a large pillared hall on the right-hand +junction ahead. The structure's once white paint was now gray and peeling and +the black and gold sign on the pediment was so faded that I could only with +difficulty make out the words "Esoteric Order of Dagon". This, then was the +former Masonic Hall now given over to a degraded cult. As I strained to +decipher this inscription my notice was distracted by the raucous tones of a +cracked bell across the street, and I quickly turned to look out the window on my +side of the coach. + +The sound came from a squat stone church of manifestly later date than most of +the houses, built in a clumsy Gothic fashion and having a disproportionately +high basement with shuttered windows. Though the hands of its clock were +missing on the side I glimpsed, I knew that those hoarse strokes were tolling the +hour of eleven. Then suddenly all thoughts of time were blotted out by an +onrushing image of sharp intensity and unaccountable horror which had seized +me before I knew what it really was. The door of the church basement was open, +revealing a rectangle of blackness inside. And as I looked, a certain object crossed +or seemed to cross that dark rectangle; burning into my brain a momentary +conception of nightmare which was all the more maddening because analysis +could not shew a single nightmarish quality in it. + +It was a living object - the first except the driver that I had seen since entering the +compact part of the town - and had I been in a steadier mood I would have +found nothing whatever of terror in it. Clearly, as I realised a moment later, it +was the pastor; clad in some peculiar vestments doubtless introduced since the +Order of Dagon had modified the ritual of the local churches. The thing which +had probably caught my first subconscious glance and supplied the touch of +bizarre horror was the tall tiara he wore; an almost exact duplicate of the one +Miss Tilton had shown me the previous evening. This, acting on my imagination. + + + + +had supplied namelessly sinister qualities to the indeterminate face and robed, +shambling form beneath it. There was not, I soon decided, any reason why I +should have felt that shuddering touch of evil pseudo-memory. Was it not +natural that a local mystery cult should adopt among its regimentals an unique +type of head-dress made familiar to the community in some strange way - +perhaps as treasure-trove? + +A very thin sprinkling of repellent-looking youngish people now became visible +on the sidewalks - lone individuals, and silent knots of two or three. The lower +floors of the crumbling houses sometimes harboured small shops with dingy +signs, and I noticed a parked truck or two as we rattled along. The sound of +waterfalls became more and more distinct, and presently I saw a fairly deep +river-gorge ahead, spanned by a wide, iron-railed highway bridge beyond which +a large square opened out. As we clanked over the bridge I looked out on both +sides and observed some factory buildings on the edge of the grassy bluff or part +way down. The water far below was very abundant, and I could see two +vigorous sets of falls upstream on my right and at least one downstream on my +left. From this point the noise was quite deafening. Then we rolled into the large +semicircular square across the river and drew up on the right-hand side in front +of a tall, cupola crowned building with remnants of yellow paint and with a half- +effaced sign proclaiming it to be the Gilman House. + +I was glad to get out of that bus, and at once proceeded to check my valise in the +shabby hotel lobby. There was only one person in sight - an elderly man without +what I had come to call the "Innsmouth look" - and I decided not to ask him any +of the questions which bothered me; remembering that odd things had been +noticed in this hotel. Instead, I strolled out on the square, from which the bus had +already gone, and studied the scene minutely and appraisingly. + +One side of the cobblestoned open space was the straight line of the river; the +other was a semicircle of slant-roofed brick buildings of about the 1800 period, +from which several streets radiated away to the southeast, south, and southwest. +Lamps were depressingly few and small - all low-powered incandescents - and I +was glad that my plans called for departure before dark, even though I knew the +moon would be bright. The buildings were all in fair condition, and included +perhaps a dozen shops in current operation; of which one was a grocery of the +First National chain, others a dismal restaurant, a drug store, and a wholesale +fish-dealer's office, and still another, at the eastward extremity of the square near +the river an office of the town's only industry - the Marsh Refining Company. +There were perhaps ten people visible, and four or five automobiles and motor +trucks stood scattered about. I did not need to be told that this was the civic +centre of Innsmouth. Eastward I could catch blue glimpses of the harbour, +against which rose the decaying remains of three once beautiful Georgian + + + + +steeples. And toward the shore on the opposite bank of the river I saw the white +belfry surmounting what I took to be the Marsh refinery. + +For some reason or other I chose to make my first inquiries at the chain grocery, +whose personnel was not likely to be native to Innsmouth. I found a solitary boy +of about seventeen in charge, and was pleased to note the brightness and +affability which promised cheerful information. He seemed exceptionally eager +to talk, and I soon gathered that he did not like the place, its fishy smell, or its +furtive people. A word with any outsider was a relief to him. He hailed from +Arkham, boarded with a family who came from Ipswich, and went back +whenever he got a moment off. His family did not like him to work in +Innsmouth, but the chain had transferred him there and he did not wish to give +up his job. + +There was, he said, no public library or chamber of commerce in Innsmouth, but +I could probably find my way about. The street I had come down was Federal. +West of that were the fine old residence streets - Broad, Washington, Lafayette, +and Adams - and east of it were the shoreward slums. It was in these slums - +along Main Street - that I would find the old Georgian churches, but they were +all long abandoned. It would be well not to make oneself too conspicuous in such +neighbourhoods - especially north of the river since the people were sullen and +hostile. Some strangers had even disappeared. + +Certain spots were almost forbidden territory, as he had learned at considerable +cost. One must not, for example, linger much around the Marsh refinery, or +around any of the still used churches, or around the pillared Order of Dagon +Hall at New Church Green. Those churches were very odd - all violently +disavowed by their respective denominations elsewhere, and apparently using +the queerest kind of ceremonials and clerical vestments. Their creeds were +heterodox and mysterious, involving hints of certain marvelous transformations +leading to bodily immorality - of a sort - on this earth. The youth's own pastor - +Dr. Wallace of Asbury M. E. Church in Arkham - had gravely urged him not to +join any church in Innsmouth. + +As for the Innsmouth people - the youth hardly knew what to make of them. +They were as furtive and seldom seen as animals that live in burrows, and one +could hardly imagine how they passed the time apart from their desultory +fishing. Perhaps - judging from the quantities of bootleg liquor they consumed - +they lay for most of the daylight hours in an alcoholic stupor. They seemed +sullenly banded together in some sort of fellowship and understanding - +despising the world as if they had access to other and preferable spheres of +entity. Their appearance - especially those staring, unwinking eyes which one +never saw shut - was certainly shocking enough; and their voices were + + + + +disgusting. It was awful to hear them chanting in their churches at night, and +especially during their main festivals or revivals, which fell twice a year on April +30th and October 31st. + +They were very fond of the water, and swam a great deal in both river and +harbour. Swimming races out to Devil Reef were very common, and everyone in +sight seemed well able to share in this arduous sport. When one came to think of +it, it was generally only rather young people who were seen about in public, and +of these the oldest were apt to be the most tainted-looking. When exceptions did +occur, they were mostly persons with no trace of aberrancy, like the old clerk at +the hotel. One wondered what became of the bulk of the older folk, and whether +the "Innsmouth look" were not a strange and insidious disease-phenomenon +which increased its hold as years advanced. + +Only a very rare affliction, of course, could bring about such vast and radical +anatomical changes in a single individual after maturity - changes invoking +osseous factors as basic as the shape of the skull - but then, even this aspect was +no more baffling and unheard-of than the visible features of the malady as a +whole. It would be hard, the youth implied, to form any real conclusions +regarding such a matter; since one never came to know the natives personally no +matter how long one might live in Innsmouth. + +The youth was certain that many specimens even worse than the worst visible +ones were kept locked indoors in some places. People sometimes heard the +queerest kind of sounds. The tottering waterfront hovels north of the river were +reputedly connected by hidden tunnels, being thus a veritable warren of unseen +abnormalities. What kind of foreign blood - if any - these beings had, it was +impossible to tell. They sometimes kept certain especially repulsive characters +out of sight when government and others from the outside world came to town. + +It would be of no use, my informant said, to ask the natives anything about the +place. The only one who would talk was a very aged but normal looking man +who lived at the poorhouse on the north rim of the town and spent his time +walking about or lounging around the fire station. This hoary character, Zadok +Allen, was 96 years old and somewhat touched in the head, besides being the +town drunkard. He was a strange, furtive creature who constantly looked over +his shoulder as if afraid of something, and when sober could not be persuaded to +talk at all with strangers. He was, however, unable to resist any offer of his +favorite poison; and once drunk would furnish the most astonishing fragments +of whispered reminiscence. + +After all, though, little useful data could be gained from him; since his stories +were all insane, incomplete hints of impossible marvels and horrors which could + + + + +have no source save in his own disordered fancy. Nobody ever beheved him, but +the natives did not hke him to drink and talk with strangers; and it was not +always safe to be seen questioning him. It was probably from him that some of +the wildest popular whispers and delusions were derived. + +Several non-native residents had reported monstrous glimpses from time to time, +but between old Zadok's tales and the malformed inhabitants it was no wonder +such illusions were current. None of the non-natives ever stayed out late at night, +there being a widespread impression that it was not wise to do so. Besides, the +streets were loathsomely dark. + +As for business - the abundance of fish was certainly almost uncanny, but the +natives were taking less and less advantage of it. Moreover, prices were falling +and competition was growing. Of course the town's real business was the +refinery, whose commercial office was on the square only a few doors east of +where we stood. Old Man Marsh was never seen, but sometimes went to the +works in a closed, curtained car. + +There were all sorts of rumors about how Marsh had come to look. He had once +been a great dandy; and people said he still wore the frock-coated finery of the +Edwardian age curiously adapted to certain deformities. His son had formerly +conducted the office in the square, but latterly they had been keeping out of sight +a good deal and leaving the brunt of affairs to the younger generation. The sons +and their sisters had come to look very queer, especially the elder ones; and it +was said that their health was failing. + +One of the Marsh daughters was a repellent, reptilian-looking woman who wore +an excess of weird jewellery clearly of the same exotic tradition as that to which +the strange tiara belonged. My informant had noticed it many times, and had +heard it spoken of as coming from some secret hoard, either of pirates or of +demons. The clergymen - or priests, or whatever they were called nowadays - +also wore this kind of ornament as a headdress; but one seldom caught glimpses +of them. Other specimens the youth had not seen, though many were rumoured +to exist around Innsmouth. + +The Marshes, together with the other three gently bred families of the town - the +Waites, the Gilmans, and the Eliots - were all very retiring. They lived in +immense houses along Washington Street, and several were reputed to harbour +in concealment certain living kinsfolk whose personal aspect forbade public +view, and whose deaths had been reported and recorded. + +Warning me that many of the street signs were down, the youth drew for my +benefit a rough but ample and painstaking sketch map of the town's salient + + + + +features. After a moment's study I felt sure that it would be of great help, and +pocketed it with profuse thanks. Disliking the dinginess of the single restaurant I +had seen, I bought a fair supply of cheese crackers and ginger wafers to serve as +a lunch later on. My program, I decided, would be to thread the principal streets, +talk with any non-natives I might encounter, and catch the eight o'clock coach for +Arkham. The town, I could see, formed a significant and exaggerated example of +communal decay; but being no sociologist I would limit my serious observations +to the field of architecture. + +Thus I began my systematic though half-bewildered tour of Innsmouth's narrow, +shadow-blighted ways. Crossing the bridge and turning toward the roar of the +lower falls, I passed close to the Marsh refinery, which seemed to be oddly free +from the noise of industry. The building stood on the steep river bluff near a +bridge and an open confluence of streets which I took to be the earliest civic +center, displaced after the Revolution by the present Town Square. + +Re-crossing the gorge on the Main Street bridge, I struck a region of utter +desertion which somehow made me shudder. Collapsing huddles of gambrel +roofs formed a jagged and fantastic skyline, above which rose the ghoulish, +decapitated steeple of an ancient church. Some houses along Main Street were +tenanted, but most were tightly boarded up. Down unpaved side streets I saw +the black, gaping windows of deserted hovels, many of which leaned at perilous +and incredible angles through the sinking of part of the foundations. Those +windows stared so spectrally that it took courage to turn eastward toward the +waterfront. Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather +than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark +desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, +and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given +over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears +and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse. + +Fish Street was as deserted as Main, though it differed in having many brick and +stone warehouses still in excellent shape. Water Street was almost its duplicate, +save that there were great seaward gaps where wharves had been. Not a living +thing did I see except for the scattered fishermen on the distant break-water, and +not a sound did I hear save the lapping of the harbour tides and the roar of the +falls in the Manuxet. The town was getting more and more on my nerves, and I +looked behind me furtively as I picked my way back over the tottering Water +Street bridge. The Fish Street bridge, according to the sketch, was in ruins. + +North of the river there were traces of squalid life - active fish-packing houses in +Water Street, smoking chimneys and patched roofs here and there, occasional +sounds from indeterminate sources, and infrequent shambling forms in the + + + + +dismal streets and unpaved lanes - but I seemed to find this even more +oppressive than the southerly desertion. For one thing, the people were more +hideous and abnormal than those near the centre of the town; so that I was +several times evilly reminded of something utterly fantastic which I could not +quite place. Undoubtedly the alien strain in the Innsmouth folk was stronger +here than farther inland - unless, indeed, the "Innsmouth look" were a disease +rather than a blood stain, in which case this district might be held to harbour the +more advanced cases. + +One detail that annoyed me was the distribution of the few faint sounds I heard. +They ought naturally to have come wholly from the visibly inhabited houses, yet +in reality were often strongest inside the most rigidly boarded-up facades. There +were creakings, scurryings, and hoarse doubtful noises; and I thought +uncomfortably about the hidden tunnels suggested by the grocery boy. Suddenly +I found myself wondering what the voices of those denizens would be like. I had +heard no speech so far in this quarter, and was unaccountably anxious not to do +so. + +Pausing only long enough to look at two fine but ruinous old churches at Main +and Church Streets, I hastened out of that vile waterfront slum. My next logical +goal was New Church Green, but somehow or other I could not bear to repass +the church in whose basement I had glimpsed the inexplicably frightening form +of that strangely diademmed priest or pastor. Besides, the grocery youth had told +me that churches, as well as the Order of Dagon Hall, were not advisable +neighbourhoods for strangers. + +Accordingly I kept north along Main to Martin, then turning inland, crossing +Federal Street safely north of the Green, and entering the decayed patrician +neighbourhood of northern Broad, Washington, Lafayette, and Adams Streets. +Though these stately old avenues were ill-surfaced and unkempt, their elm- +shaded dignity had not entirely departed. Mansion after mansion claimed my +gaze, most of them decrepit and boarded up amidst neglected grounds, but one +or two in each street shewing signs of occupancy. In Washington Street there was +a row of four or five in excellent repair and with finely-tended lawns and +gardens. The most sumptuous of these - with wide terraced parterres extending +back the whole way to Lafayette Street - 1 took to be the home of Old Man Marsh, +the afflicted refinery owner. + +In all these streets no living thing was visible, and I wondered at the complete +absence of cats and dogs from Innsmouth. Another thing which puzzled and +disturbed me, even in some of the best-preserved mansions, was the tightly +shuttered condition of many third-story and attic windows. Furtiveness and +secretiveness seemed universal in this hushed city of alienage and death, and I + + + + +could not escape the sensation of being watched from ambush on every hand by +sly, staring eyes that never shut. + +I shivered as the cracked stroke of three sounded from a belfry on my left. Too +well did I recall the squat church from which those notes came. Following +Washington street toward the river, I now faced a new zone of former industry +and commerce; noting the ruins of a factory ahead, and seeing others, with the +traces of an old railway station and covered railway bridge beyond, up the gorge +on my right. + +The uncertain bridge now before me was posted with a warning sign, but I took +the risk and crossed again to the south bank where traces of life reappeared. +Furtive, shambling creatures stared cryptically in my direction, and more normal +faces eyed me coldly and curiously. Innsmouth was rapidly becoming +intolerable, and I turned down Paine Street toward the Square in the hope of +getting some vehicle to take me to Arkham before the still-distant starting-time +of that sinister bus. + +It was then that I saw the tumbledown fire station on my left, and noticed the red +faced, bushy-bearded, watery eyed old man in nondescript rags who sat on a +bench in front of it talking with a pair of unkempt but not abnormal looking +firemen. This, of course, must be Zadok Allen, the half-crazed, liquorish +nonagenarian whose tales of old Innsmouth and its shadow were so hideous and +incredible. + + +It must have been some imp of the perverse - or some sardonic pull from dark, +hidden sources - which made me change my plans as I did. I had long before +resolved to limit my observations to architecture alone, and I was even then +hurrying toward the Square in an effort to get quick transportation out of this +festering city of death and decay; but the sight of old Zadok Allen set up new +currents in my mind and made me slacken my pace uncertainly. + +I had been assured that the old man could do nothing but hint at wild, disjointed, +and incredible legends, and I had been warned that the natives made it unsafe to +be seen talking with him; yet the thought of this aged witness to the town's +decay, with memories going back to the early days of ships and factories, was a +lure that no amount of reason could make me resist. After all, the strangest and +maddest of myths are often merely symbols or allegories based upon truth - and +old Zadok must have seen everything which went on around Innsmouth for the +last ninety years. Curiosity flared up beyond sense and caution, and in my +youthful egotism I fancied I might be able to sift a nucleus of real history from + + + + +the confused, extravagant outpouring I would probably extract with the aid of +raw whiskey. + +I knew that I could not accost him then and there, for the firemen would surely +notice and object. Instead, I reflected, I would prepare by getting some bootleg +liquor at a place where the grocery boy had told me it was plentiful. Then I +would loaf near the fire station in apparent casualness, and fall in with old +Zadok after he had started on one of his frequent rambles. The youth had said +that he was very restless, seldom sitting around the station for more than an hour +or two at a time. + +A quart bottle of whiskey was easily, though not cheaply, obtained in the rear of +a dingy variety-store just off the Square in Eliot Street. The dirty -looking fellow +who waited on me had a touch of the staring "Innsmouth look", but was quite +civil in his way; being perhaps used to the custom of such convivial strangers - +truckmen, gold-buyers, and the like - as were occasionally in town. + +Reentering the Square I saw that luck was with me; for - shuffling out of Paine +street around the corner of the Gilman House - I glimpsed nothing less than the +tall, lean, tattered form of old Zadok Allen himself. In accordance with my plan, I +attracted his attention by brandishing my newly-purchased bottle: and soon +realised that he had begun to shuffle wistfully after me as I turned into Waite +Street on my way to the most deserted region I could think of. + +I was steering my course by the map the grocery boy had prepared, and was +aiming for the wholly abandoned stretch of southern waterfront which I had +previously visited. The only people in sight there had been the fishermen on the +distant breakwater; and by going a few squares south I could get beyond the +range of these, finding a pair of seats on some abandoned wharf and being free +to question old Zadok unobserved for an indefinite time. Before I reached Main +Street I could hear a faint and wheezy "Hey, Mister!" behind me and I presently +allowed the old man to catch up and take copious pulls from the quart bottle. + +I began putting out feelers as we walked amidst the omnipresent desolation and +crazily tilted ruins, but found that the aged tongue did not loosen as quickly as I +had expected. At length I saw a grass-grown opening toward the sea between +crumbling brick walls, with the weedy length of an earth-and-masonry wharf +projecting beyond. Piles of moss-covered stones near the water promised +tolerable seats, and the scene was sheltered from all possible view by a ruined +warehouse on the north. Here, I thought was the ideal place for a long secret +colloquy; so I guided my companion down the lane and picked out spots to sit in +among the mossy stones. The air of death and desertion was ghoulish, and the +smell of fish almost insufferable; but I was resolved to let nothing deter me. + + + + +About four hours remained for conversation if I were to catch the eight o'clock +coach for Arkham, and I began to dole out more liquor to the ancient tippler; +meanwhile eating my own frugal lunch. In my donations I was careful not to +overshoot the mark, for I did not wish Zadok's vinous garrulousness to pass into +a stupor. After an hour his furtive taciturnity shewed signs of disappearing, but +much to my disappointment he still sidetracked my questions about Innsmouth +and its shadow-haunted past. He would babble of current topics, revealing a +wide acquaintance with newspapers and a great tendency to philosophise in a +sententious village fashion. + +Toward the end of the second hour I feared my quart of whiskey would not be +enough to produce results, and was wondering whether I had better leave old +Zadok and go back for more. Just then, however, chance made the opening +which my questions had been unable to make; and the wheezing ancient's +rambling took a turn that caused me to lean forward and listen alertly. My back +was toward the fishy-smelling sea, but he was facing it and something or other +had caused his wandering gaze to light on the low, distant line of Devil Reef, +then showing plainly and almost fascinatingly above the waves. The sight +seemed to displease him, for he began a series of weak curses which ended in a +confidential whisper and a knowing leer. He bent toward me, took hold of my +coat lapel, and hissed out some hints that could not be mistaken, + +"Thar's whar it all begun - that cursed place of all wickedness whar the deep +water starts. Gate o' hell - sheer drop daown to a bottom no saoundin'-line kin +tech. or Cap'n Obed done it - him that faound aout more'n was good fer him in +the Saouth Sea islands. + +"Everybody was in a bad way them days. Trade fallin' off, mills losin' business - +even the new ones - an' the best of our menfolks kilt aprivateerin' in the War of +1812 or lost with the Elizy brig an' the Ranger scow - both on 'em Gilman +venters. Obed Marsh he had three ships afloat - brigantine Columby, brig Hefty, +an' barque Sumatry Queen. He was the only one as kep' on with the East-Injy an' +Pacific trade, though Esdras Martin's barkentine Malay Bride made a venter as +late as twenty-eight. + +"Never was nobody like Cap'n Obed - old limb o' Satan! Heh, heh! I kin mind +him a-tellin' abaout furren parts, an' callin' all the folks stupid for goin' to +Christian meetin' an' bearin' their burdns meek an' lowly. Says they'd orter git +better gods like some o' the folks in the Injies - gods as ud bring 'em good fishin' +in return for their sacrifices, an' ud reely answer folks's prayers. + +"Matt Eliot his fust mate, talked a lot too, only he was again' folks's doin' any +heathen things. Told abaout an island east of Othaheite whar they was a lot o' + + + + +stone ruins older'n anybody knew anying abaout, kind o' like them on Ponape, +in the Carohnes, but with carven's of faces that looked like the big statues on +Easter Island. Thar was a little volcanic island near thar, too, whar they was other +ruins with diff'rent carvin' - ruins all wore away like they'd ben under the sea +onct, an' with picters of awful monsters all over 'em. + +"Wal, Sir, Matt he says the natives anound thar had all the fish they cud ketch, +an' sported bracelets an' armlets an' head rigs made aout o' a queer kind o' gold +an' covered with picters o' monsters jest like the ones carved over the ruins on +the little island - sorter fish-like frogs or froglike fishes that was drawed in all +kinds o' positions likes they was human bein's. Nobody cud get aout o' them +whar they got all the stuff, an' all the other natives wondered haow they +managed to find fish in plenty even when the very next island had lean pickin's. +Matt he got to wonderon' too an' so did Cap'n Obed. Obed he notices, besides, +that lots of the hn'some young folks ud drop aout o' sight fer good from year to +year, an' that they wan't many old folks around. Also, he thinks some of the folks +looked dinned queer even for Kanakys. + +"It took Obed to git the truth aout o' them heathen. I dun't know haow he done +it, but be begun by tradin' fer the gold-like things they wore. Ast 'em whar they +come from, an' ef they cud git more, an' finally wormed the story aout o' the old +chief — Walakea, they called him. Nobody but Obed ud ever a believed the old +yeller devil, but the Cap'n cud read folks like they was books. Heh, heh! Nobody +never believes me naow when I tell 'em, an' I dun't s'pose you will, young feller - +though come to look at ye, ye hev kind o' got them sharp-readin' eyes like Obed +had." + +The old man's whisper grew fainter, and I found myself shuddering at the +terrible and sincere portentousness of his intonation, even though I knew his tale +could be nothing but drunken phantasy. + +"Wal, Sir, Obed he 'lart that they's things on this arth as most folks never heerd +about - an' wouldn't believe ef they did hear. It seems these Kanakys was +sacrificin' heaps o' their young men an' maidens to some kind o' god-things that +lived under the sea, an' gittin' all kinds o' favour in return. They met the things +on the little islet with the queer ruins, an' it seems them awful picters o' frog-fish +monsters was supposed to be picters o' these things. Mebbe they was the kind o' +critters as got all the mermaid stories an' sech started. + +"They had all kinds a' cities on the sea-bottom, an' this island was heaved up +from thar. Seem they was some of the things alive in the stone buildin's when the +island come up sudden to the surface. That's how the Kanakys got wind they + + + + +was daown thar. Made sign-talk as soon as they got over bein' skeert, an' pieced +up a bargain afore long. + +"Them things liked human sacrifices. Had had 'em ages afore, but lost track o' +the upper world after a time. What they done to the victims it ain't fer me to say, +an' I guess Obed was'n't none too sharp abaout askin'. But it was all right with +the heathens, because they'd ben havin' a hard time an' was desp'rate abaout +everything. They give a sarten number o' young folks to the sea-things twice +every year - May-Eve an' Hallawe'en - reg'lar as cud be. Also give some a' the +carved knick-knacks they made. What the things agreed to give in return was +plenty a' fish - they druv 'em in from all over the sea - an' a few gold like things +naow an' then. + +"Wal, as I says, the natives met the things on the little volcanic islet - goin' thar in +canoes with the sacrifices et cet'ry, and bringin' back any of the gold-like jools as +was comin' to 'em. At fust the things didn't never go onto the main island, but +arter a time they come to want to. Seems they hankered arter mixin' with the +folks, an' havin' j'int ceremonies on the big days - May-Eve an' Hallowe'en. Ye +see, they was able to live both in ant aout o' water - what they call amphibians, I +guess. The Kanakys told 'em as haow folks from the other islands might wanta +wipe 'an out if they got wind o' their bein' thar, but they says they dun't keer +much, because they cud wipe aout the hull brood o' humans ef they was willin' +to bother - that is, any as didn't be, sarten signs sech as was used onct by the lost +Old Ones, whoever they was. But not wantin' to bother, they'd lay low when +anybody visited the island. + +"When it come to matin' with them toad-lookin' fishes, the Kanakys kind o' +balked, but finally they larnt something as put a new face on the matter. Seems +that human folks has got a kind a' relation to sech water-beasts - that everything +alive come aout o' the water onct an' only needs a little change to go back agin. +Them things told the Kanakys that ef they mixed bloods there'd be children as +ud look human at fust, but later turn more'n more like the things, till finally +they'd take to the water an' jine the main lot o' things daown har. An' this is the +important part, young feller - them as turned into fish things an' went into the +water wouldn't never die. Them things never died excep' they was kilt violent. + +"Wal, Sir, it seems by the time Obed knowed them islanders they was all full o' +fish blood from them deep water things. When they got old an' begun to shew it, +they was kep' hid until they felt like takin' to the water an' quittin' the place. +Some was more teched than others, an' some never did change quite enough to +take to the water; but mosily they turned out jest the way them things said. Them +as was born more like the things changed arly, but them as was nearly human +sometimes stayed on the island till they was past seventy, though they'd usually + + + + +go daown under for trial trips afore that. Folks as had took to the water gen'rally +come back a good deal to visit, so's a man ud often be a'talkin' to his own five- +times-great-grandfather who'd left the dry land a couple o' hundred years or so +afore. + +"Everybody got aout o' the idee o' dyin' - excep' in canoe wars with the other +islanders, or as sacrifices to the sea-gods daown below, or from snakebite or +plague or sharp gallopin' ailments or somethin' afore they cud take to the water - +but simply looked forrad to a kind o' change that wa'n't a bit horrible artet a +while. They thought what they'd got was well wuth all they'd had to give up - +an' I guess Obed kind o' come to think the same hisself when he'd chewed over +old Walakea's story a bit. Walakea, though, was one of the few as hadn't got +none of the fish blood - bein' of a royal line that intermarried with royal lines on +other islands. + +"Walakea he shewed Obed a lot o' rites an' incantations as had to do with the sea +things, an' let him see some o' the folks in the village as had changed a lot from +human shape. Somehaow or other, though, he never would let him see one of the +reg'lar things from right aout o' the water. In the end he give him a funny kind o' +thingumajig made aout o' lead or something, that he said ud bring up the fish +things from any place in the water whar they might be a nest o' 'em. The idee +was to drop it daown with the right kind o' prayers an' sech. Walakea allowed as +the things was scattered all over the world, so's anybody that looked abaout cud +find a nest an' bring 'em up ef they was wanted. + +"Matt he didn't like this business at all, an' wanted Obed shud keep away from +the island; but the Cap'n was sharp fer gain, an' faound he cud get them gold- +like things so cheap it ud pay him to make a specialty of them. Things went on +that way for years an' Obed got enough o' that gold-like stuff to make him start +the refinery in Waite's old run-daown fuUin' mill. He didn't dass sell the pieces +like they was, for folks ud be all the time askin' questions. All the same his crews +ud get a piece an' dispose of it naow and then, even though they was swore to +keep quiet; an' he let his women-folks wear some o' the pieces as was more +human-like than most. + +"Well, come abaout thutty-eight - when I was seven year' old - Obed he faound +the island people all wiped aout between v'yages. Seems the other islanders had +got wind o' what was goin' on, and had took matters into their own hands. +S'pose they must a had, after all, them old magic signs as the sea things says was +the only things they was afeard of. No tellin' what any o' them Kanakys will +chance to git a holt of when the sea-bottom throws up some island with ruins +older'n the deluge. Pious cusses, these was - they didn't leave nothin' standin' on +either the main island or the little volcanic islet excep' what parts of the ruins + + + + +was too big to knock daown. In some places they was little stones strewed +abaout - like charms - with somethin' on 'em like what ye call a swastika +naowadays. Prob'ly them was the Old Ones' signs. Folks all wiped aout no trace +o' no gold-like things an' none the nearby Kanakys ud breathe a word abaout the +matter. Wouldn't even admit they'd ever ben any people on that island. + +"That naturally hit Obed pretty hard, seein' as his normal trade was doin' very +poor. It hit the whole of Innsmouth, too, because in seafarint days what profited +the master of a ship gen'Uy profited the crew proportionate. Most of the folks +araound the taown took the hard times kind o' sheep-like an' resigned, but they +was in bad shape because the fishin' was peterin' aout an' the mills wan't doin' +none too well. + +"Then's the time Obed he begun a-cursin' at the folks fer bein' dull sheep an' +prayin' to a Christian heaven as didn't help 'em none. He told 'em he'd knowed +o' folks as prayed to gods that give somethin' ye reely need, an' says ef a good +bunch o' men ud stand by him, he cud mebbe get a holt o' sarten paowers as ud +bring plenty o' fish an' quite a bit of gold. 0' course them as sarved on the +Sumatry Queen, an' seed the island knowed what he meant, an' wa'n't none too +anxious to get clost to sea-things like they'd heard tell on, but them as didn't +know what 'twas all abaout got kind o' swayed by what Obed had to say, and +begun to ast him what he cud do to sit 'em on the way to the faith as ud bring +'em results." + +Here the old man faltered, mumbled, and lapsed into a moody and apprehensive +silence; glancing nervously over his shoulder and then turning back to stare +fascinatedly at the distant black reef. When I spoke to him he did not answer, so I +knew I would have to let him finish the bottle. The insane yarn I was hearing +interested me profoundly, for I fancied there was contained within it a sort of +crude allegory based upon the strangeness of Innsmouth and elaborated by an +imagination at once creative and full of scraps of exotic legend. Not for a moment +did I believe that the tale had any really substantial foundation; but none the less +the account held a hint of genuine terror if only because it brought in references +to strange jewels clearly akin to the malign tiara I had seen at Newburyport. +Perhaps the ornaments had, after all, come from some strange island; and +possibly the wild stories were lies of the bygone Obed himself rather than of this +antique toper. + +I handed Zadok the bottle, and he drained it to the last drop. It was curious how +he could stand so much whiskey, for not even a trace of thickness had come into +his high, wheezy voice. He licked the nose of the bottle and slipped it into his +pocket, then beginning to nod and whisper softly to himself. I bent close to catch +any articulate words he might utter, and thought I saw a sardonic smile behind + + + + +the stained bushy whiskers. Yes - he was really forming words, and I could grasp +a fair proportion of them. + +"Poor Matt - Matt he alius was agin it - tried to line up the folks on his side, an' +had long talks with the preachers - no use - they run the Congregational parson +aout o' taown, an' the Methodist feller quit - never did see Resolved Babcock, the +Baptist parson, agin - Wrath 0' Jehovy - I was a mightly little critter, but I heerd +what I heerd an, seen what I seen - Dagon an' Ashtoreth - Belial an' Beelzebub - +Golden Caff an' the idols o' Canaan an' the Philistines - Babylonish abominations +- Mene, mene, tekel, upharisn - -." + +He stopped again, and from the look in his watery blue eyes I feared he was +close to a stupor after all. But when I gently shook his shoulder he turned on me +with astonishing alertness and snapped out some more obscure phrases. + +"Dun't believe me, hey? Hey, heh, heh - then jest tell me, young feller, why +Cap'n Obed an' twenty odd other folks used to row aout to Devil Reef in the +dead o' night an' chant things so laoud ye cud hear 'em all over taown when the +wind was right? Tell me that, hey? An' tell me why Obed was alius droppin' +heavy things daown into the deep water t'other side o' the reef whar the bottom +shoots daown like a cliff lower'n ye kin saound? Tell me what he done with that +funny-shaped lead thingumajig as Walakea give him? Hey, boy? An' what did +they all haowl on May-Eve, an, agin the next Hallowe'en? An' why'd the new +church parsons - fellers as used to he sailors - wear them queer robes an' cover +their-selves with them gold-like things Obed brung? Hey?" + +The watery blue eyes were almost savage and maniacal now, and the dirty white +beard bristled electrically. Old Zadok probably saw me shrink back, for he began +to cackle evilly. + +"Heh, heh, heh, heh! Beginni'n to see hey? Mebbe ye'd like to a ben me in them +days, when I seed things at night aout to sea from the cupalo top o' my haouse. +Oh, I kin tell ye' little pitchers hev big ears, an' I wa'n't missin' nothin' o' what +was gossiped abaout Cap'n Obed an' the folks aout to the reef! Heh, heh, heh! +Haow abaout the night I took my pa's ship's glass up to the cupalo an' seed the +reef a-bristlin' thick with shapes that dove off quick soon's the moon riz? + +"Obed an' the folks was in a dory, but them shapes dove off the far side into the +deep water an' never come up . . . + +"Haow'd ye like to be a little shaver alone up in a cupola a-watchin' shapes as +wa'n't human shapes? . . .Heh? . . . Heh, heh, heh . . ." + + + + +The old man was getting hysterical, and I began to shiver with a nameless alarm. +He laid a gnarled claw on my shoulder, and it seemed to me that its shaking was +not altogether that of mirth. + +"S'pose one night ye seed somethin' heavy heaved often Obed's dory beyond the +reef and then learned next day a young feller was missin' from home. Hey! Did +anybody ever see hide or hair o' Hiram Gilman agin. Did they? An' Nick Pierce, +an' Luelly Waite, an' Adoniram Saouthwick, an' Henry Garrison Hey? Heh, heh, +heh, heh ... Shapes talkin' sign language with their hands ... them as had reel +hands ... + +"Wal, Sir, that was the time Obed begun to git on his feet agin. Folks see his three +darters a-wearin' gold-like things as nobody'd never see on 'em afore, an' smoke +stared comin' aout o' the refin'ry chimbly. Other folks was prosp'rin, too - fish +begun to swarm into the harbour fit to kill' an' heaven knows what sized cargoes +we begun to ship aout to Newb'ryport, Arkham, an' Boston. T'was then Obed +got the ol' branch railrud put through. Some Kingsport fishermen heerd abaout +the ketch an' come up in sloops, but they was all lost. Nobody never see 'em +agin. An' jest then our folk organised the Esoteric Order 0' Dagon, an' bought +Masoic Hall often Calvary Commandery for it . . . heh, heh, heh! Matt Eliot was a +Mason an' agin the sellin', but he dropped aout o' sight jest then. + +"Remember, I ain't sayin' Obed was set on hevin' things jest like they was on that +Kanaky isle. I dun't think he aimed at fust to do no mixin', nor raise no +younguns to take to the water an' turn into fishes with eternal life. He wanted +them gold things, an' was willin' to pay heavy, an' I guess the others was +satisfied fer a while . . . + +"Come in' forty-six the taown done some lookin' an' thinkin' fer itself. Too many +folks missin' - too much wild preachin' at meetin' of a Sunday - too much talk +abaout that reef. I guess I done a bit by tellin' Selectman Mowry what I see from +the cupalo. They was a party one night as foUered Obed's craowd aout to the +reef, an' I heerd shots betwixt the dories. Nex' day Obed and thutty-two others +was in gaol, with everybody a-wonderin' jest what was afoot and jest what +charge agin 'em cud he got to holt. God, ef anybody'd look'd ahead ... a couple +o' weeks later, when nothin' had ben throwed into the sea fer thet long . . . + +Zadok was shewing sings of fright and exhaustion, and I let him keep silence for +a while, though glancing apprehensively at my watch. The tide had turned and +was coming in now, and the sound of the waves seemed to arouse him. I was +glad of that tide, for at high water the fishy smell might not be so bad. Again I +strained to catch his whispers. + + + + +"That awful night ... I seed 'em. I was up in the cupalo ... hordes of 'em ... +swarms of 'em ... all over the reef an' swimmin' up the harbour into the Manuxet +. . . God, what happened in the streets of Innsmouth that night . . . they rattled our +door, but pa wouldn't open . . . then he dumb aout the kitchen winder with his +musket to find Selecman Mowry an' see what he cud do . . . Maounds o' the dead +an' the dyin' . . . shots and screams . . . shaoutin' in Ol Squar an' Taown Squar an' +New Church Green - gaol throwed open ... - proclamation . . . treason . . . called it +the plague when folks come in an' faoud haff our people missin' . . . nobody left +but them as ud jine in with Obed an' them things or else keep quiet ... never +heard o' my pa no more. . . " + +The old man was panting and perspiring profusely. His grip on my shoulder +tightened. + +"Everything cleaned up in the mornin' - but they was traces ... Obed he kinder +takes charge an' says things is goin' to be changed . . . others'll worship with us at +meetin'-time, an' sarten haouses hez got to entertin guests . . . they wanted to mix +like they done with the Kanakys, an' he for one didn't feel baound to stop 'em. +Far gone, was Obed . . . jest like a crazy man on the subjeck. He says they brung +us fish an' treasure, an' shud hev what they hankered after ..." + +"Nothin' was to be diff'runt on the aoutsid; only we was to keep shy o' strangers +ef we knowed what was good fer us. + +"We all hed to take the Oath o' Dagon, an' later on they was secon' an' third +oaths that some o' us took. Them as ud help special, ud git special rewards - gold +an' sech - No use balkin', fer they was millions of 'em daown thar. They'd ruther +not start risin' an' wipin' aout human-kind, but ef they was gave away an' forced +to, they cud do a lot toward jest that. We didn't hev them old charms to cut 'em +off like folks in the Saouth Sea did, an' them Kanakys wudu't never give away +their secrets. + +"Yield up enough sacrifices an' savage knick-knacks an' harbourage in the taown +when they wanted it, an' they'd let well enough alone. Wudn't bother no +strangers as might bear tales aoutside - that is, withaout they got pry in'. All in +the band of the faithful - Order 0' Dagon - an' the children shud never die, but go +back to the Mother Hydra an' Father Dagon what we all come from onct ... la! la! +Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah-nagl fhtaga - " + +Old Zadok was fast lapsing into stark raving, and I held my breath. Poor old soul +- to what pitiful depths of hallucination had his liquor, plus his hatred of the +decay, alienage, and disease around him, brought that fertile, imaginative brain? + + + + +He began to moan now, and tears were coursing down his channelled checks +into the depths of his beard. + +"God, what I seen senct I was fifteen year' old - Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin! - +the folks as was missin', and them as kilt theirselves - them as told things in +Arkham or Ipswich or sech places was all called crazy, like you're callin' me +right naow - but God, what I seen - They'd a kilt me long ago fer' what I know, +only I'd took the fust an' secon' Oaths o' Dago offen Obed, so was pertected +unlessen a jury of 'em proved I told things knowin' an' delib'rit . . . but I wudn't +take the third Oath - I'd a died ruther'n take that - + +"It got wuss araound Civil War time, when children born senct 'forty-six begun +to grow up - some 'em, that is. I was afeared - never did no pryin' arter that +awful night, an' never see one o' - them - clost to in all my life. That is, never no +full-blooded one. I went to the war, an' ef I'd a had any guts or sense I'd a never +come back, but settled away from here. But folks wrote me things wa'n't so bad. +That, I s'pose, was because gov'munt draft men was in taown arter 'sixty-three. +Arter the war it was jest as bad agin. People begun to fall off - mills an' shops +shet daown - shippin' stopped an' the harbour choked up - railrud give up - but +they ... they never stopped swimmin' in an' aout o' the river from that cursed +reef o' Satan - an' more an' more attic winders got a-boarded up, an' more an' +more noises was heerd in haouses as wa'n't s'posed to hev nobody in 'em. . . + +"Folks aoutside hev their stories abaout us - s'pose you've heerd a plenty on 'em, +seein' what questions ye ast - stories abaout things they've seed naow an' then, +an' abaout that queer joolry as still comes in from somewhars an' ain't quite all +melted up - but nothin' never gits def'nite. Nobody'll believe nothin'. They call +them gold-like things pirate loot, an' allaow the Innsmouth folks hez furren +blood or is dis-tempered or somethin'. Beside, them that lives here shoo off as +many strangers as they kin, an' encourage the rest not to git very cur'ous, +specially raound night time. Beasts balk at the critters - bosses wuss'n mules - but +when they got autos that was all right. + +"In 'forty-six Cap'n Obed took a second wife that nobody in the taown never see +- some says he didn't want to, but was made to by them as he'd called in - had +three children by her - two as disappeared young, but one gal as looked like +anybody else an' was eddicated in Europe. Obed finally got her married off by a +trick to an Arkham feller as didn't suspect nothin'. But nobody aoutside'll hav +nothin' to do with Innsmouth folks naow. Barnabas Marsh that runs the refin'ry +now is Obed's grandson by his fust wife - son of Onesiphorus, his eldest son, but +his mother was another o' them as wa'n't never seen aoutdoors. + + + + +"Right naow Barnabas is abaout changed. Can't shet his eyes no more, an' is all +aout o' shape. They say he still wears clothes, but he'll take to the water soon. +Mebbe he's tried it already - they do sometimes go daown for little spells afore +they go daown for good. Ain't ben seed abaout in public fer nigh on ten year'. +Dun't know haow his poor wife kin feel - she come from Ipiwich, an' they nigh +lynched Barnabas when he courted her fifty odd year' ago. Obed he died in +'seventy-eight an' all the next gen'ration is gone naow - the fust wife's children +dead, and the rest . . . God knows ..." + +The sound of the incoming tide was now very insistent, and little by little it +seemed to change the old man's mood from maudlin tearfulness to watchful fear. +He would pause now and then to renew those nervous glances over his shoulder +or out toward the reef, and despite the wild absurdity of his tale, I could not help +beginning to share his apprehensiveness. Zadok now grew shriller, seemed to be +trying to whip up his courage with louder speech. + +"Hey, yew, why dun't ye say somethin'? Haow'd ye like to he livin' in a taown +like this, with everything a-rottin' an' dyin', an' boarded-up monsters crawlin' +an' bleatin' an' barkin' an' hoppin' araoun' black cellars an' attics every way ye +turn? Hey? Haow'd ye like to hear the haowlin' night arter night from the +churches an' Order 0' Dagon Hall, an' know what's doin' part o' the haowlin'? +Haow'd ye like to hear what comes from that awful reef every May-Eve an' +Hallowmass? Hey? Think the old man's crazy, eh? Wal, Sir, let me tell ye that +ain't the wust!" + +Zadok was really screaming now, and the mad frenzy of his voice disturbed me +more than I care to own. + +"Curse ye, dun't set thar a'starin' at me with them eyes - 1 tell Obed Marsh he's +in hell, an, hez got to stay thar! Heh, heh ... in hell, I says! Can't git me - I hain't +done nothin' nor told nobody nothin' - - + +"Oh, you, young feller? Wal, even ef I hain't told nobody nothin' yet, I'm a'goin' +to naow! Yew jest set still an' listen to me, boy - this is what I ain't never told +nobody... I says I didn't get to do pryin' arter that night - but I faound things +about jest the same!" + +"Yew want to know what the reel horror is, hey? Wal, it's this - it ain't what them +fish devils hez done, but what they're a-goin' to do! They're a-bringin' things up +aout o' whar they come from into the taown - been doin' it fer years, an' +slackenin' up lately. Them haouses north o' the river be-twixt Water an' Main +Streets is full of 'em - them devils an' what they brung - an' when they git ready +... I say, when they git. . . ever hear tell of a shoggoth? + + + + +"Hey, d'ye hear me? I tell ye I know what them things be - I seen 'em one night +when . . . eh-ahhh-ah! e'yahhh ..." + +The hideous suddenness and inhuman Rightfulness of the old man's shriek +almost made me faint. His eyes, looking past me toward the malodorous sea, +were positively starting from his head; while his face was a mask of fear worthy +of Greek tragedy. His bony claw dug monstrously into my shoulder, and he +made no motion as I turned my head to look at whatever he had glimpsed. + +There was nothing that I could see. Only the incoming tide, with perhaps one set +of ripples more local than the long-flung line of breakers. But now Zadok was +shaking me, and I turned back to watch the melting of that fear-frozen face into a +chaos of twitching eyelids and mumbling gums. Presently his voice came back - +albeit as a trembling whisper. + +"Git aout o' here! Get aout o' here! They seen us - git aout fer your life! Dun't +wait fer nothin' - they know naow - Run fer it - quick - aout o' this taown - -" + +Another heavy wave dashed against the loosing masonry of the bygone wharf, +and changed the mad ancient's whisper to another inhuman and blood-curdling +scream. "E-yaahhhh! . . . Yheaaaaaa! ..." + +Before I could recover my scattered wits he had relaxed his clutch on my +shoulder and dashed wildly inland toward the street, reeling northward around +the ruined warehouse wall. + +I glanced back at the sea, but there was nothing there. And when I reached Water +Street and looked along it toward the north there was no remaining trace of +Zadok Allen. + + +I can hardly describe the mood in which I was left by this harrowing episode - an +episode at once mad and pitiful, grotesque and terrifying. The grocery boy had +prepared me for it, yet the reality left me none the less bewildered and disturbed. +Puerile though the story was, old Zadok's insane earnestness and horror had +communicated to me a mounting unrest which joined with my earlier sense of +loathing for the town and its blight of intangible shadow. + +Later I might sift the tale and extract some nucleus of historic allegory; just now I +wished to put it out of my head. The hour grown perilously late - my watch said +7:15, and the Arkham bus left Town Square at eight - so I tried to give my +thoughts as neutral and practical a cast as possible, meanwhile walking rapidly + + + + +through the deserted streets of gaping roofs and leaning houses toward the hotel +where I had checked my valise and would find my bus. + +Though the golden light of late afternoon gave the ancient roofs and decrepit +chimneys an air of mystic loveliness and peace, I could not help glancing over +my shoulder now and then. I would surely be very glad to get out of malodorous +and fear-shadowed Innsmouth, and wished there were some other vehicle than +the bus driven by that sinister-looking fellow Sargent. Yet I did not hurry too +precipitately, for there were architectural details worth viewing at every silent +corner; and I could easily, I calculated, cover the necessary distance in a half- +hour. + +Studying the grocery youth's map and seeking a route I had not traversed before, +I chose Marsh Street instead of State for my approach to Town Square. Near the +corner of Fall street I began to see scattered groups of furtive whisperers, and +when I finally reached the Square I saw that almost all the loiterers were +congregated around the door of the Gilman House. It seemed as if many bulging, +watery, unwinking eyes looked oddly at me as I claimed my valise in the lobby, +and I hoped that none of these unpleasant creatures would be my fellow- +passengers on the coach. + +The bus, rather early, rattled in with three passengers somewhat before eight, +and an evil-looking fellow on the sidewalk muttered a few indistinguishable +words to the driver. Sargent threw out a mail-bag and a roll of newspapers, and +entered the hotel; while the passengers - the same men whom I had seen arriving +in Newburyport that morning - shambled to the sidewalk and exchanged some +faint guttural words with a loafer in a language I could have sworn was not +English. I boarded the empty coach and took the seat I had taken before, but was +hardly settled before Sargent re-appeared and began mumbling in a throaty +voice of peculiar repulsiveness. + +I was, it appeared, in very bad luck. There had been something wrong with the +engine, despite the excellent time made from Newburyport, and the bus could +not complete the journey to Arkham. No, it could not possibly be repaired that +night, nor was there any other way of getting transportation out of Innsmouth +either to Arkham or elsewhere. Sargent was sorry, but I would have to stop over +at the Gilman. Probably the clerk would make the price easy for me, but there +was nothing else to do. Almost dazed by this sudden obstacle, and violently +dreading the fall of night in this decaying and half-unlighted town, I left the bus +and reentered the hotel lobby; where the sullen queer-looking night clerk told me +I could have Room 428 on next the top floor - large, but without running water - +for a dollar. + + + + +Despite what I had heard of this hotel in Newburyport, I signed the register, paid +my dollar, let the clerk take my valise, and followed that sour, solitary attendant +up three creaking flights of stairs past dusty corridors which seemed wholly +devoid of life. My room was a dismal rear one with two windows and bare, +cheap furnishings, overlooked a dingy court-yard otherwise hemmed in by low, +deserted brick blocks, and commanded a view of decrepit westward-stretching +roofs with a marshy countryside beyond. At the end of the corridor was a +bathroom - a discouraging relique with ancient marble bowl, tin tub, faint electric +light, and musty wooded paneling around all the plumbing fixtures. + +It being still daylight, I descended to the Square and looked around for a dinner +of some sort; noticing as I did so the strange glances I received from the +unwholesome loafers. Since the grocery was closed, I was forced to patronise the +restaurant I had shunned before; a stooped, narrow-headed man with staring, +unwinking eyes, and a flat-nosed wench with unbelievably thick, clumsy hands +being in attendance. The service was all of the counter type, and it relieved me to +find that much was evidently served from cans and packages. A bowl of +vegetable soup with crackers was enough for me, and I soon headed back for my +cheerless room at the Gilman; getting a evening paper and a fly-specked +magazine from the evil-visaged clerk at the rickety stand beside his desk. + +As twilight deepened I turned on the one feeble electric bulb over the cheap, +iron-framed bed, and tried as best I could to continue the reading I had begun. I +felt it advisable to keep my mind wholesomely occupied, for it would not do to +brood over the abnormalities of this ancient, blight-shadowed town while I was +still within its borders. The insane yarn I had heard from the aged drunkard did +not promise very pleasant dreams, and I felt I must keep the image of his wild, +watery eyes as far as possible from my imagination. + +Also, I must not dwell on what that factory inspector had told the Newburyport +ticket-agent about the Gilman House and the voices of its nocturnal tenants - not +on that, nor on the face beneath the tiara in the black church doorway; the face +for whose horror my conscious mind could not account. It would perhaps have +been easier to keep my thoughts from disturbing topics had the room not been so +gruesomely musty. As it was, the lethal mustiness blended hideously with the +town's general fishy odour and persistently focussed one's fancy on death and +decay. + +Another thing that disturbed me was the absence of a bolt on the door of my +room. One had been there, as marks clearly shewed, but there were signs of +recent removal. No doubt it had been out of order, like so many other things in +this decrepit edifice. In my nervousness I looked around and discovered a bolt +on the clothes press which seemed to be of the same size, judging from the + + + + +marks, as the one formerly on the door. To gain a partial relief from the general +tension I busied myself by transferring this hardware to the vacant place with the +aid of a handy three-in-one device including a screwdriver which I kept on my +key-ring. The bolt fitted perfectly, and I was somewhat relieved when I knew +that I could shoot it firmly upon retiring. Not that I had any real apprehension of +its need, but that any symbol of security was welcome in an environment of this +kind. There were adequate bolts on the two lateral doors to connecting rooms, +and these I proceeded to fasten. + +I did not undress, but decided to read till I was sleepy and then lie down with +only my coat, collar, and shoes off. Taking a pocket flash light from my valise, I +placed it in my trousers, so that I could read my watch if I woke up later in the +dark. Drowsiness, however, did not come; and when I stopped to analyse my +thoughts I found to my disquiet that I was really unconsciously listening for +something - listening for something which I dreaded but could not name. That +inspector's story must have worked on my imagination more deeply than I had +suspected. Again I tried to read, but found that I made no progress. + +After a time I seemed to hear the stairs and corridors creak at intervals as if with +footsteps, and wondered if the other rooms were beginning to fill up. There were +no voices, however, and it struck me that there was something subtly furtive +about the creaking. I did not like it, and debated whether I had better try to sleep +at all. This town had some queer people, and there had undoubtedly been +several disappearances. Was this one of those inns where travelers were slain for +their money? Surely I had no look of excessive prosperity. Or were the towns +folk really so resentful about curious visitors? Had my obvious sightseeing, with +its frequent map-consultations, aroused unfavorable notice. It occurred to me +that I must be in a highly nervous state to let a few random creakings set me off +speculating in this fashion - but I regretted none the less that I was unarmed. + +At length, feeling a fatigue which had nothing of drowsiness in it, I bolted the +newly outfitted hall door, turned off the light, and threw myself down on the +hard, uneven bed - coat, collar, shoes, and all. In the darkness every faint noise of +the night seemed magnified, and a flood of doubly unpleasant thoughts swept +over me. I was sorry I had put out the light, yet was too tired to rise and turn it +on again. Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of +stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which +seemed like a malign fulfillment of all my apprehensions. Without the least +shadow of a doubt, the lock of my door was being tried - cautiously, furtively, +tentatively - with a key. + +My sensations upon recognising this sign of actual peril were perhaps less rather +than more tumultuous because of my previous vague fears. I had been, albeit + + + + +without definite reason, instinctively on my guard - and that was to my +advantage in the new and real crisis, whatever it might turn out to be. +Nevertheless the change in the menace from vague premonition to immediate +reality was a profound shock, and fell upon me with the force of a genuine blow. +It never once occurred to me that the fumbling might be a mere mistake. Malign +purpose was all I could think of, and I kept deathly quiet, awaiting the would-be +intruder's next move. + +After a time the cautious rattling ceased, and I heard the room to the north +entered with a pass key. Then the lock of the connecting door to my room was +softly tried. The bolt held, of course, and I heard the floor creak as the prowler +left the room. After a moment there came another soft rattling, and I knew that +the room to the south of me was being entered. Again a furtive trying of a bolted +connecting door, and again a receding creaking. This time the creaking went +along the hall and down the stairs, so I knew that the prowler had realised the +bolted condition of my doors and was giving up his attempt for a greater or +lesser time, as the future would shew. + +The readiness with which I fell into a plan of action proves that I must have been +subconsciously fearing some menace and considering possible avenues of escape +for hours. From the first I felt that the unseen tumbler meant a danger not to be +met or dealt with, but only to be fled from as precipitately as possible. The one +thing to do was to get out of that hotel alive as quickly as I could, and through +some channel other than the front stairs and lobby. + +Rising softly and throwing my flashlight on the switch, I sought to light the bulb +over my bed in order to choose and pocket some belongings for a swift, valiseless +flight. Nothing, however, happened; and I saw that the power had been cut off. +Clearly, some cryptic, evil movement was afoot on a large scale - just what, I +could not say. As I stood pondering with my hand on the now useless switch I +heard a muffled creaking on the floor below, and thought I could barely +distinguish voices in conversation. A moment later I felt less sure that the deeper +sounds were voices, since the apparent hoarse barkings and loose-syllabled +croakings bore so little resemblance to recognized human speech. Then I thought +with renewed force of what the factory inspector had heard in the night in this +mouldering and pestilential building. + +Having filled my pockets with the flashlight's aid, I put on my hat and tiptoed to +the windows to consider chances of descent. Despite the state's safety regulations +there was no fire escape on this side of the hotel, and I saw that my windows +commanded only a sheer three story drop to the cobbled courtyard. On the right +and left, however, some ancient brick business blocks abutted on the hotel; their +slant roofs coming up to a reasonable jumping distance from my fourth-story + + + + +level. To reach either of these lines of buildings I would have to be in a room two +from my own - in one case on the north and in the other case on the south - and +my mind instantly set to work what chances I had of making the transfer. + +I could not, I decided, risk an emergence into the corridor; where my footsteps +would surely be heard, and where the difficulties of entering the desired room +would be insuperable. My progress, if it was to be made at all, would have to be +through the less solidly-built connecting doors of the rooms; the locks and bolts +of which I would have to force violently, using my shoulder as a battering-ram +whenever they were set against me. This, I thought, would be possible owing to +the rickety nature of the house and its fixtures; but I realised I could not do it +noiselessly. I would have to count on sheer speed, and the chance of getting to a +window before any hostile forces became coordinated enough to open the right +door toward me with a pass-key. My own outer door I reinforced by pushing the +bureau against it - little by little, in order to make a minimum of sound. + +I perceived that my chances were very slender, and was fully prepared for any +calamity. Even getting to another roof would not solve the problem for there +would then remain the task of reaching the ground and escaping from the town. +One thing in my favour was the deserted and ruinous state of the abutting +building and the number of skylights gaping blackly open in each row. + +Gathering from the grocery boy's map that the best route out of town was +southward, I glanced first at the connecting door on the south side of the room. It +was designed to open in my direction, hence I saw - after drawing the bolt and +finding other fastening in place - it was not a favorable one for forcing. +Accordingly abandoning it as a route, I cautiously moved the bedstead against it +to hamper any attack which might be made on it later from the next room. The +door on the north was hung to open away from me, and this - though a test +proved it to be locked or bolted from the other side - I knew must be my route. If +I could gain the roofs of the buildings in Paine Street and descend successfully to +the ground level, I might perhaps dart through the courtyard and the adjacent or +opposite building to Washington or Bates - or else emerge in Paine and edge +around southward into Washington. In any case, I would aim to strike +Washington somehow and get quickly out of the Town Square region. My +preference would be to avoid Paine, since the fire station there might be open all +night. + +As I thought of these things I looked out over the squalid sea of decaying roofs +below me, now brightened by the beams of a moon not much past full. On the +right the black gash of the river-gorge clove the panorama; abandoned factories +and railway station clinging barnacle-like to its sides. Beyond it the rusted +railway and the Rowley road led off through a flat marshy terrain dotted with + + + + +islets of higher and dryer scrub-grown land. On the left the creek-threaded +country-side was nearer, the narrow road to Ipswich gleaming white in the +moonlight. I could not see from my side of the hotel the southward route toward +Arkham which I had determined to take. + +I was irresolutely speculating on when I had better attack the northward door, +and on how I could least audibly manage it, when I noticed that the vague noises +underfoot had given place to a fresh and heavier creaking of the stairs. A +wavering flicker of light shewed through my transom, and the boards of the +corridor began to groan with a ponderous load. Muffled sounds of possible vocal +origin approached, and at length a firm knock came at my outer door. + +For a moment I simply held my breath and waited. Eternities seemed to elapse, +and the nauseous fishy odour of my environment seemed to mount suddenly +and spectacularly. Then the knocking was repeated - continuously, and with +growing insistence. I knew that the time for action had come, and forthwith drew +the bolt of the northward connecting door, bracing myself for the task of +battering it open. The knocking waxed louder, and I hoped that its volume +would cover the sound of my efforts. At last beginning my attempt, I lunged +again and again at the thin paneling with my left shoulder, heedless of shock or +pain. The door resisted even more than I expected, but I did not give in. And all +the while the clamour at the outer door increased. + +Finally the connecting door gave, but with such a crash that I knew those outside +must have heard. Instantly the outside knocking became a violent battering, +while keys sounded ominously in the hall doors of the rooms on both sides of +me. Rushing through the newly opened connexion, I succeeded in bolting the +northerly hall door before the lock could he turned; but even as I did so I heard +the hall door of the third room - the one from whose window I had hoped to +reach the roof below - being tried with a pass key. + +For an instant I felt absolute despair, since my trapping in a chamber with no +window egress seemed complete. A wave of almost abnormal horror swept over +me, and invested with a terrible but unexplainable singularity the flashlight- +glimpsed dust prints made by the intruder who had lately tried my door from +this room. Then, with a dazed automatism which persisted despite hopelessness, +I made for the next connecting door and performed the blind motion of pushing +at it in an effort to get through and - granting that fastenings might be as +providentially intact as in this second room - bolt the hall door beyond before the +lock could be turned from outside. + +Sheer fortunate chance gave me my reprieve - for the connecting door before me +was not only unlocked but actually ajar. In a second I was though, and had my + + + + +right knee and shoulder against a hall door which was visibly opening inward. +My pressure took the opener off guard, for the thing shut as I pushed, so that I +could slip the well-conditioned bolt as I had done with the other door. As I +gained this respite I heard the battering at the two other doors abate, while a +confused clatter came from the connecting door I had shielded with the +bedstead. Evidently the bulk of my assailants had entered the southerly room +and were massing in a lateral attack. But at the same moment a pass key sounded +in the next door to the north, and I knew that a nearer peril was at hand. + +The northward connecting door was wide open, but there was no time to think +about checking the already turning lock in the hall. All I could do was to shut +and bolt the open connecting door, as well as its mate on the opposite side - +pushing a bedstead against the one and a bureau against the other, and moving a +washstand in front of the hall door. I must, I saw, trust to such makeshift barriers +to shield me till I could get out the window and on the roof of the Paine Street +block. But even in this acute moment my chief horror was something apart from +the immediate weakness of my defenses. I was shuddering because not one of +my pursuers, despite some hideous panting, grunting, and subdued barkings at +odd intervals, was uttering an unmuffled or intelligible vocal sound. + +As I moved the furniture and rushed toward the windows I heard a frightful +scurrying along the corridor toward the room north of me, and perceived that +the southward battering had ceased. Plainly, most of my opponents were about +to concentrate against the feeble connecting door which they knew must open +directly on me. Outside, the moon played on the ridgepole of the block below, +and I saw that the jump would be desperately hazardous because of the steep +surface on which I must land. + +Surveying the conditions, I chose the more southerly of the two windows as my +avenue of escape; planning to land on the inner slope of the roof and make for +the nearest sky-light. Once inside one of the decrepit brick structures I would +have to reckon with pursuit; but I hoped to descend and dodge in and out of +yawning doorways along the shadowed courtyard, eventually getting to +Washington Street and slipping out of town toward the south. + +The clatter at the northerly connecting door was now terrific, and I saw that the +weak panelling was beginning to splinter. Obviously, the besiegers had brought +some ponderous object into play as a battering-ram. The bedstead, however, still +held firm; so that I had at least a faint chance of making good my escape. As I +opened the window I noticed that it was flanked by heavy velour draperies +suspended from a pole by brass rings, and also that there was a large projecting +catch for the shutters on the exterior. Seeing a possible means of avoiding the +dangerous jump, I yanked at the hangings and brought them down, pole and all; + + + + +then quickly hooking two of the rings in the shutter catch and flinging the +drapery outside. The heavy folds reached fully to the abutting roof, and I saw +that the rings and catch would be likely to bear my weight. So, climbing out of +the window and down the improvised rope ladder, I left behind me forever the +morbid and horror-infested fabric of the Gilman House. + +I landed safely on the loose slates of the steep roof, and succeeded in gaining the +gaping black skylight without a slip. Glancing up at the window I had left, I +observed it was still dark, though far across the crumbling chimneys to the north +I could see lights ominously blazing in the Order of Dagon Hall, the Baptist +church, and the Congregational church which I recalled so shiveringly. There +had seemed to be no one in the courtyard below, and I hoped there would be a +chance to get away before the spreading of a general alarm. Flashing my pocket +lamp into the skylight, I saw that there were no steps down. The distance was +slight, however, so I clambered over the brink and dropped; striking a dusty +floor littered with crumbling boxes and barrels. + +The place was ghoulish-looking, but I was past minding such impressions and +made at once for the staircase revealed by my flashlight - after a hasty glance at +my watch, which shewed the hour to be 2 a.m. The steps creaked, but seemed +tolerably sound; and I raced down past a barnlike second storey to the ground +floor. The desolation was complete, and only echoes answered my footfalls. At +length I reached the lower hall at the end of which I saw a faint luminous +rectangle marking the ruined Paine Street doorway. Heading the other way, I +found the back door also open; and darted out and down five stone steps to the +grass-grown cobblestones of the courtyard. + +The moonbeams did not reach down here, but I could just see my way about +without using the flashlight. Some of the windows on the Gilman House side +were faintly glowing, and I thought I heard confused sounds within. Walking +softly over to the Washington Street side I perceived several open doorways, and +chose the nearest as my route out. The hallway inside was black, and when I +reached the opposite end I saw that the street door was wedged immovably shut. +Resolved to try another building, I groped my way back toward the courtyard, +but stopped short when close to the doorway. + +For out of an opened door in the Gilman House a large crowd of doubtful shapes +was pouring - lanterns bobbing in the darkness, and horrible croaking voices +exchanging low cries in what was certainly not English. The figures moved +uncertainly, and I realized to my relief that they did not know where I had gone; +but for all that they sent a shiver of horror through my frame. Their features +were indistinguishable, but their crouching, shambling gait was abominably +repellent. And worst of all, I perceived that one figure was strangely robed, and + + + + +unmistakably surmounted by a tall tiara of a design altogether too familiar. As +the figures spread throughout the courtyard, I felt my fears increase. Suppose I +could find no egress from this building on the street side? The fishy odour was +detestable, and I wondered I could stand it without fainting. Again groping +toward the street, I opened a door off the hall and came upon an empty room +with closely shuttered but sashless windows. Fumbling in the rays of my +flashlight, I found I could open the shutters; and in another moment had climbed +outside and was fully closing the aperture in its original manner. + +I was now in Washington Street, and for the moment saw no living thing nor any +light save that of the moon. From several directions in the distance, however, I +could hear the sound of hoarse voices, of footsteps, and of a curious kind of +pattering which did not sound quite like footsteps. Plainly I had no time to lose. +The points of the compass were clear to me, and I was glad that all the street +lights were turned off, as is often the custom on strongly moonlit nights in +prosperous rural regions. Some of the sounds came from the south, yet I retained +my design of escaping in that direction. There would, I knew, be plenty of +deserted doorways to shelter me in case I met any person or group who looked +like pursuers. + +I walked rapidly, softly, and close to the ruined houses. While hatless and +dishevelled after my arduous climb, I did not look especially noticeable; and +stood a good chance of passing unheeded if forced to encounter any casual +wayfarer. + +At Bates Street I drew into a yawning vestibule while two shambling figures +crossed in front of me, but was soon on my way again and approaching the open +space where Eliot Street obliquely crosses Washington at the intersection of +South. Though I had never seen this space, it had looked dangerous to me on the +grocery youth's map; since the moonlight would have free play there. There was +no use trying to evade it, for any alternative course would involve detours of +possibly disastrous visibility and delaying effect. The only thing to do was to +cross it boldly and openly; imitating the typical shamble of the Innsmouth folk as +best I could, and trusting that no one - or at least no pursuer of mine - would be +there. + +Just how fully the pursuit was organised - and indeed, just what its purpose +might be - I could form no idea. There seemed to be unusual activity in the town, +but I judged that the news of my escape from the Gilman had not yet spread. I +would, of course, soon have to shift from Washington to some other southward +street; for that party from the hotel would doubtless be after me. I must have left +dust prints in that last old building, revealing how I had gained the street. + + + + +The open space was, as I had expected, strongly moonht; and I saw the remains +of a parkhke, iron-railed green in its center. Fortunately no one was about though +a curious sort of buzz or roar seemed to be increasing in the direction of Town +Square. South Street was very wide, leading directly down a slight declivity to +the waterfront and commanding a long view out a sea; and I hoped that no one +would be glancing up it from afar as I crossed in the bright moonlight. + +My progress was unimpeded, and no fresh sound arose to hint that I had been +spied. Glancing about me, I involuntarily let my pace slacken for a second to take +in the sight of the sea, gorgeous in the burning moonlight at the street's end. Far +out beyond the breakwater was the dim, dark line of Devil Reef, and as I +glimpsed it I could not help thinking of all the hideous legends I had heard in the +last twenty-four hours - legends which portrayed this ragged rock as a veritable +gateway to realms of unfathomed horror and inconceivable abnormality. + +Then, without warning, I saw the intermittent flashes of light on the distant reef. +They were definite and unmistakable, and awaked in my mind a blind horror +beyond all rational proportion. My muscles tightened for panic flight, held in +only by a certain unconscious caution and half-hypnotic fascination. And to +make matters worse, there now flashed forth from the lofty cupola of the Gilman +House, which loomed up to the northeast behind me, a series of analogous +though differently spaced gleams which could be nothing less than an answering +signal. + +Controlling my muscles, and realising afresh - how plainly visible I was, I +resumed my brisker and feignedly shambling pace; though keeping my eyes on +that hellish and ominous reef as long as the opening of South Street gave me a +seaward view. What the whole proceeding meant, I could not imagine; unless it +involved some strange rite connected with Devil Reef, or unless some party had +landed from a ship on that sinister rock. I now bent to the left around the ruinous +green; still gazing toward the ocean as it blazed in the spectral summer +moonlight, and watching the cryptical flashing of those nameless, unexplainable +beacons. + +It was then that the most horrible impression of all was borne in upon me - the +impression which destroyed my last vestige of self-control and sent me running +frantically southward past the yawning black doorways and fishily staring +windows of that deserted nightmare street. For at a closer glance I saw that the +moonlit waters between the reef and the shore were far from empty. They were +alive with a teeming horde of shapes swimming inward toward the town; and +even at my vast distance and in my single moment of perception I could tell that +the bobbing heads and flailing arms were alien and aberrant in a way scarcely to +be expressed or consciously formulated. + + + + +My frantic running ceased before I had covered a block, for at my left I began to +hear something like the hue and cry of organised pursuit. There were footsteps +and gutteral sounds, and a rattling motor wheezed south along Federal Street. In +a second all my plans were utterly changed - for if the southward highway were +blocked ahead of me, I must clearly find another egress from Innsmouth. I +paused and drew into a gaping doorway, reflecting how lucky I was to have left +the moonlit open space before these pursuers came down the parallel street. + +A second reflection was less comforting. Since the pursuit was down another +street, it was plain that the party was not following me directly. It had not seen +me, but was simply obeying a general plan of cutting off my escape. This, +however, implied that all roads leading out of Innsmouth were similarly +patrolled; for the people could not have known what route I intended to take. If +this were so, I would have to make my retreat across country away from any +road; but how could I do that in view of the marshy and creek-riddled nature of +all the surrounding region? For a moment my brain reeled - both from sheer +hopelessness and from a rapid increase in the omnipresent fishy odour. + +Then I thought of the abandoned railway to Rowley, whose solid line of +ballasted, weed-grown earth still stretched off to the northwest from the +crumbling station on the edge at the river-gorge. There was just a chance that the +townsfolk would not think of that; since its briar-choked desertion made it half- +impassable, and the unlikeliest of all avenues for a fugitive to choose. I had seen +it clearly from my hotel window and knew about how it lay. Most of its earlier +length was uncomfortably visible from the Rowley road, and from high places in +the town itself; but one could perhaps crawl inconspicuously through the +undergrowth. At any rate, it would form my only chance of deliverance, and +there was nothing to do but try it. + +Drawing inside the hall of my deserted shelter, I once more consulted the +grocery boy's map with the aid of the flashlight. The immediate problem was +how to reach the ancient railway; and I now saw that the safest course was ahead +to Babson Street; then west to Lafayette - there edging around but not crossing an +open space homologous to the one I had traversed - and subsequently back +northward and westward in a zigzagging line through Lafayette, Bates, Adam, +and Bank streets - the latter skirting the river gorge - to the abandoned and +dilapidated station I had seen from my window. My reason for going ahead to +Babson was that I wished neither to recross the earlier open space nor to begin +my westward course along a cross street as broad as South. + +Starting once more, I crossed the street to the right-hand side in order to edge +around into Babeon as inconspicuously as possible. Noises still continued in +Federal Street, and as I glanced behind me I thought I saw a gleam of light near + + + + +the building through which I had escaped. Anxious to leave Washington Street, I +broke into a quiet dogtrot, trusting to luck not to encounter any observing eye. +Next the corner of Babson Street I saw to my alarm that one of the houses was +still inhabited, as attested by curtains at the window; but there were no lights +within, and I passed it without disaster. + +In Babson Street, which crossed Federal and might thus reveal me to the +searchers, I clung as closely as possible to the sagging, uneven buildings; twice +pausing in a doorway as the noises behind me momentarily increased. The open +space ahead shone wide and desolate under the moon, but my route would not +force me to cross it. During my second pause I began to detect a fresh +distribution of vague sounds; and upon looking cautiously out from cover +beheld a motor car darting across the open space, bound outward along Eliot +Street, which there intersects both Babson and Lafayette. + +As I watched - choked by a sudden rise in the fishy odour after a short abatement +- I saw a band of uncouth, crouching shapes loping and shambling in the same +direction; and knew that this must be the party guarding the Ipswich road, since +that highway forms an extension of Eliot Street. Two of the figures I glimpsed +were in voluminous robes, and one wore a peaked diadem which glistened +whitely in the moonlight. The gait of this figure was so odd that it sent a chill +through me - for it seemed to me the creature was almost hopping. + +When the last of the band was out of sight I resumed my progress; darting +around the corner into Lafayette Street, and crossing Eliot very hurriedly lest +stragglers of the party be still advancing along that thoroughfare. I did hear some +croaking and clattering sounds far off toward Town Square, but accomplished +the passage without disaster. My greatest dread was in re-crossing broad and +moonlit South Street - with its seaward view - and I had to nerve myself for the +ordeal. Someone might easily be looking, and possible Eliot Street stragglers +could not fail to glimpse me from either of two points. At the last moment I +decided I had better slacken my trot and make the crossing as before in the +shambling gait of an average Innsmouth native. + +When the view of the water again opened out - this time on my right - I was half- +determined not to look at it at all. I could not however, resist; but cast a sidelong +glance as I carefully and imitatively shambled toward the protecting shadows +ahead. There was no ship visible, as I had half-expected there would be. Instead, +the first thing which caught my eye was a small rowboat pulling in toward the +abandoned wharves and laden with some bulky, tarpaulin-covered object. Its +rowers, though distantly and indistinctly seen, were of an especially repellent +aspect. Several swimmers were still discernible; while on the far black reef I +could see a faint, steady glow unlike the winking beacon visible before, and of a + + + + +curious colour which I could not precisely identify. Above the slant roofs ahead +and to the right there loomed the tall cupola of the Gilman House, but it was +completely dark. The fishy odour, dispelled for a moment by some merciful +breeze, now closed in again with maddening intensity. + +I had not quite crossed the street when I heard a muttering band advancing +along Washington from the north. As they reached the broad open space where I +had had my first disquieting glimpse of the moonlit water I could see them +plainly only a block away - and was horrified by the bestial abnormality of their +faces and the doglike sub-humanness of their crouching gait. One man moved in +a positively simian way, with long arms frequently touching the ground; while +another figure - robed and tiaraed - seemed to progress in an almost hopping +fashion. I judged this party to be the one I had seen in the Gilman's courtyard - +the one, therefore, most closely on my trail. As some of the figures turned to look +in my direction I was transfixed with fright, yet managed to preserve the casual, +shambling gait I had assumed. To this day I do not know whether they saw me +or not. If they did, my stratagem must have deceived them, for they passed on +across the moonlit space without varying their course - meanwhile croaking and +jabbering in some hateful guttural patois I could not identify. + +Once more in shadow, I resumed my former dog-trot past the leaning and +decrepit houses that stared blankly into the night. Having crossed to the western +sidewalk I rounded the nearest corner into Bates Street where I kept close to the +buildings on the southern side. I passed two houses shewing signs of habitation, +one of which had faint lights in upper rooms, yet met with no obstacle. As I +tuned into Adams Street I felt measurably safer, but received a shook when a +man reeled out of a black doorway directly in front of me. He proved, however, +too hopelessly drunk to be a menace; so that I reached the dismal ruins of the +Bank Street warehouses in safety. + +No one was stirring in that dead street beside the river-gorge, and the roar of the +waterfalls quite drowned my foot steps. It was a long dog-trot to the ruined +station, and the great brick warehouse walls around me seemed somehow more +terrifying than the fronts of private houses. At last I saw the ancient arcaded +station - or what was left of it - and made directly for the tracks that started from +its farther end. + +The rails were rusty but mainly intact, and not more than half the ties had rotted +away. Walking or running on such a surface was very difficult; but I did my best, +and on the whole made very fair time. For some distance the line kept on along +the gorge's brink, but at length I reached the long covered bridge where it +crossed the chasm at a dizzying height. The condition of this bridge would + + + + +determine my next step. If humanly possible, I would use it; if not, 1 would have +to risk more street wandering and take the nearest intact highway bridge. + +The vast, barnlike length of the old bridge gleamed spectrally in the moonlight, +and I saw that the ties were safe for at least a few feet within. Entering, I began to +use my flashlight, and was almost knocked down by the cloud of bats that +flapped past me. About half-way across there was a perilous gap in the ties +which I feared for a moment would halt me; but in the end I risked a desperate +jump which fortunately succeeded. + +I was glad to see the moonlight again when I emerged from that macabre tunnel. +The old tracks crossed River Street at grade, and at once veered off into a region +increasingly rural and with less and less of Innsmouth's abhorrent fishy odour. +Here the dense growth of weeds and briers hindered me and cruelly tore at my +clothes, but I was none the less glad that they were there to give me concealment +in case of peril. I knew that much of my route must be visible from the Rowley +road. + +The marshy region began very abruptly, with the single track on a low, grassy +embankment where the weedy growth was somewhat thinner. Then came a sort +of island of higher ground, where the line passed through a shallow open cut +choked with bushes and brambles. I was very glad of this partial shelter, since at +this point the Rowley road was uncomfortably near according to my window +view. At the end of the cut it would cross the track and swerve off to a safer +distance; but meanwhile I must be exceedingly careful. I was by this time +thankfully certain that the railway itself was not patrolled. + +Just before entering the cut I glanced behind me, but saw no pursuer. The ancient +spires and roofs of decaying Innsmouth gleamed lovely and ethereal in the magic +yellow moonlight, and I thought of how they must have looked in the old days +before the shadow fell. Then, as my gaze circled inland from the town, +something less tranquil arrested my notice and held me immobile for a second. + +What I saw - or fancied I saw - was a disturbing suggestion of undulant motion +far to the south; a suggestion which made me conclude that a very large horde +must be pouring out of the city along the level Ipswich road. The distance was +great and I could distinguish nothing in detail; but I did not at all like the look of +that moving column. It undulated too much, and glistened too brightly in the +rays of the now westering moon. There was a suggestion of sound, too, though +the wind was blowing the other way - a suggestion of bestial scraping and +bellowing even worse than the muttering of the parties I had lately overheard. + + + + +All sorts of unpleasant conjectures crossed my mind. I thought of those very +extreme Innsmouth types said to be hidden in crumbling, centuried warrens near +the waterfront; I thought, too, of those nameless swimmers I had seen. Counting +the parties so far glimpsed, as well as those presumably covering other roads, the +number of my pursuers must be strangely large for a town as depopulated as +Innsmouth. + +Whence could come the dense personnel of such a column as I now beheld? Did +those ancient, unplumbed warrens teem with a twisted, uncatalogued, and +unsuspected life? Or had some unseen ship indeed landed a legion of unknown +outsiders on that hellish reef? Who were they? Why were they here? And if such +a column of them was scouring the Ipswich road, would the patrols on the other +roads be likewise augmented? + +I had entered the brush-grown cut and was struggling along at a very slow pace +when that damnable fishy odour again waxed dominant. Had the wind suddenly +changed eastward, so that it blew in from the sea and over the town? It must +have, I concluded, since I now began to hear shocking guttural murmurs from +that hitherto silent direction. There was another sound, too - a kind of wholesale, +colossal flopping or pattering which somehow called up images of the most +detestable sort. It made me think illogically of that unpleasantly undulating +column on the far-off Ipswich road. + +And then both stench and sounds grew stronger, so that I paused shivering and +grateful for the cut's protection. It was here, I recalled, that the Rowley road +drew so close to the old railway before crossing westward and diverging. +Something was coming along that road, and I must lie low till its passage and +vanishment in the distance. Thank heaven these creatures employed no dogs for +tracking - though perhaps that would have been impossible amidst the +omnipresent regional odour. Crouched in the bushes of that sandy cleft I felt +reasonably safe, even though I knew the searchers would have to cross the track +in front of me not much more than a hundred yards away. I would be able to see +them, but they could not, except by a malign miracle, see me. + +All at once I began dreading to look at them as they passed. I saw the close +moonlit space where they would surge by, and had curious thoughts about the +irredeemable pollution of that space. They would perhaps be the worst of all +Innsmouth types - something one would not care to remember. + +The stench waxed overpowering, and the noises swelled to a bestial babel of +croaking, baying and barking without the least suggestion of human speech. +Were these indeed the voices of my pursuers? Did they have dogs after all? So +far I had seen none of the lower animals in Innsmouth. That flopping or pattering + + + + +was monstrous - 1 could not look upon the degenerate creatures responsible for +it. I would keep my eyes shut till the sound receded toward the west. The horde +was very close now - air foul with their hoarse snarlings, and the ground almost +shaking with their alien-rhythmed footfalls. My breath nearly ceased to come, +and I put every ounce of will-power into the task of holding my eyelids down. + +I am not even yet willing to say whether what followed was a hideous actuality +or only a nightmare hallucination. The later action of the government, after my +frantic appeals, would tend to confirm it as a monstrous truth; but could not an +hallucination have been repeated under the quasi-hypnotic spell of that ancient, +haunted, and shadowed town? Such places have strange properties, and the +legacy of insane legend might well have acted on more than one human +imagination amidst those dead, stench-cursed streets and huddles of rotting +roofs and crumbling steeples. Is it not possible that the germ of an actual +contagious madness lurks in the depths of that shadow over Innsmouth? Who +can be sure of reality after hearing things like the tale of old Zadok Allen? The +government men never found poor Zadok, and have no conjectures to make as to +what became of him. Where does madness leave off and reality begin? Is it +possible that even my latest fear is sheer delusion? + +But I must try to tell what I thought I saw that night under the mocking yellow +moon - saw surging and hopping down the Rowley road in plain sight in front of +me as I crouched among the wild brambles of that desolate railway cut. Of +course my resolution to keep my eyes shut had failed. It was foredoomed to +failure - for who could crouch blindly while a legion of croaking, baying entities +of unknown source flopped noisomely past, scarcely more than a hundred yards +away? + +I thought I was prepared for the worst, and I really ought to have been prepared +considering what I had seen before. + +My other pursuers had been accursedly abnormal - so should I not have been +ready to face a strengthening of the abnormal element; to look upon forms in +which there was no mixture of the normal at all? I did not open my eyes until the +raucous clamour came loudly from a point obviously straight ahead. Then I +knew that a long section of them must be plainly in sight where the sides of the +cut flattened out and the road crossed the track - and I could no longer keep +myself from sampling whatever honor that leering yellow moon might have to +shew. + +It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the surface of this earth, of +every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity of nature and of the +human mind. Nothing that I could have imagined - nothing, even, that I could + + + + +have gathered had I credited old Zadok's crazy tale in the most literal way - +would be in any way comparable to the demoniac, blasphemous reality that I +saw - or believe I saw. I have tied to hint what it was in order to postpone the +horror of writing it down baldly. Can it be possible that this planet has actually +spawned such things; that human eyes have truly seen, as objective flesh, what +man has hitherto known only in febrile phantasy and tenuous legend? + +And yet I saw them in a limitless stream - flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating - +urging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant +saraband of fantastic nightmare. And some of them had tall tiaras of that +nameless whitish-gold metal . . . and some were strangely robed . . . and one, who +led the way, was clad in a ghoulishly humped black coat and striped trousers, +and had a man's felt hat perched on the shapeless thing that answered for a +head. + +I think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, though they had white +bellies. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were +scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads were the +heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed. At the sides of +their necks were palpitating gills, and their long paws were webbed. They +hopped irregularly, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four. I was +somehow glad that they had no more than four limbs. Their croaking, baying +voices, clearly wed tar articulate speech, held all the dark shades of expression +which their staring faces lacked. + +But for all of their monstrousness they were not unfamiliar to me. I knew too +well what they must be - for was not the memory of the evil tiara at +Newburyport still fresh? They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless +design - living and horrible - and as I saw them I knew also of what that +humped, tiaraed priest in the black church basement had fearsomely reminded +me. Their number was past guessing. It seemed to me that there were limitless +swarms of them and certainly my momentary glimpse could have shewn only +the least fraction. In another instant everything was blotted out by a merciful fit +of fainting; the first I had ever had. + + +It was a gentle daylight rain that awaked me front my stupor in the brush-grown +railway cut, and when I staggered out to the roadway ahead I saw no trace of +any prints in the fresh mud. The fishy odour, too, was gone, Innsmouth's ruined +roofs and toppling steeples loomed up greyly toward the southeast, but not a +living creature did I spy in all the desolate salt marshes around. My watch was +still going, and told me that the hour was past noon. + + + + +The reality of what I had been through was highly uncertain in my mind, but I +felt that something hideous lay in the background. I must get away from evil- +shadowed Innsmouth - and accordingly I began to test my cramped, wearied +powers of locomotion. Despite weakness hunger, horror, and bewilderment I +found myself after a time able to walk; so started slowly along the muddy road +to Rowley. Before evening I was in village, getting a meal and providing myself +with presentable cloths. I caught the night train to Arkham, and the next day +talked long and earnestly with government officials there; a process I later +repeated in Boston. With the main result of these colloquies the public is now +familiar - and I wish, for normality's sake, there were nothing more to tell. +Perhaps it is madness that is overtaking me - yet perhaps a greater horror - or a +greater marvel - is reaching out. + +As may well be imagined, I gave up most of the foreplanned features of the rest +of my tour - the scenic, architectural, and antiquarian diversions on which I had +counted so heavily. Nor did I dare look for that piece of strange jewelry said to +be in the Miskatonic University Museum. I did, however, improve my stay in +Arkham by collecting some genealogical notes I had long wished to possess; very +rough and hasty data, it is true, but capable of good use later no when I might +have time to collate and codify them. The curator of the historical society there - +Mr. B. Lapham Peabody - was very courteous about assisting me, and expressed +unusual interest when I told him I was a grandson of Eliza Orne of Arkham, who +was born in 1867 and had married James Williamson of Ohio at the age of +seventeen. + +It seemed that a material uncle of mine had been there many years before on a +quest much like my own; and that my grandmother's family was a topic of some +local curiosity. There had, Mr. Peabody said, been considerable discussion about +the marriage of her father, Benjamin Orne, just after the Civil War; since the +ancestry of the bride was peculiarly puzzling. That bride was understood to have +been an orphaned Marsh of New Hampshire - a cousin of the Essex County +Marshes - but her education had been in France and she knew very little of her +family. A guardian had deposited funds in a Boston bank to maintain her and +her French governess; but that guardian's name was unfamiliar to Arkham +people, and in time he dropped out of sight, so that the governess assumed the +role by court appointment. The Frenchwoman - now long dead - was very +taciturn, and there were those who said she would have told more than she did. + +But the most baffling thing was the inability of anyone to place the recorded +parents of the young woman - Enoch and Lydia (Meserve) Marsh - among the +known families of New Hampshire. Possibly, many suggested, she was the +natural daughter of some Marsh of prominence - she certainly had the true +Marsh eyes. Most of the puzzling was done after her early death, which took + + + + +place at the birth of my grandmother - her only child. Having formed some +disagreeable impressions connected with the name of Marsh, I did not welcome +the news that it belonged on my own ancestral tree; nor was I pleased by Mr. +Peabody's suggestion that I had the true Marsh eyes myself. However, I was +grateful for data which I knew would prove valuable; and took copious notes +and lists of book references regarding the well-documented Orne family. + +I went directly home to Toledo from Boston, and later spent a month at Maumee +recuperating from my ordeal. In September I entered Oberlin for my final year, +and from then till the next June was busy with studies and other wholesome +activities - reminded of the bygone terror only by occasional official visits from +government men in connexion with the campaign which my pleas and evidence +had started. Around the middle of July - just a year after the Innsmouth +experience - I spent a week with my late mother's family in Cleveland; checking +some of my new genealogical data with the various notes, traditions, and bits of +heirloom material in existence there, and seeing what kind of a connected chart I +could construct. + +I did not exactly relish this task, for the atmosphere of the Williamson home had +always depressed me. There was a strain of morbidity there, and my mother had +never encouraged my visiting her parents as a child, although she always +welcomed her father when he came to Toledo. My Arkham-born grandmother +had seemed strange and almost terrifying to me, and I do not think I grieved +when she disappeared. I was eight years old then, and it was said that she had +wandered off in grief after the suicide of my Uncle Douglas, her eldest son. He +had shot himself after a trip to New England - the same trip, no doubt, which +had caused him to be recalled at the Arkham Historical Society. + +This uncle had resembled her, and I had never liked him either. Something about +the staring, unwinking expression of both of them had given me a vague, +unaccountable uneasiness. My mother and Uncle Walter had not looked like that. +They were like their father, though poor little cousin Lawrence - Walter's son - +had been almost perfect duplicate of his grandmother before his condition took +him to the permanent seclusion of a sanitarium at Canton. I had not seen him in +four years, but my uncle once implied that his state, both mental and physical, +was very bad. This worry had probably been a major cause of his mother's death +two years before. + +My grandfather and his widowed son Walter now comprised the Cleveland +household, but the memory of older times hung thickly over it. I still disliked the +place, and tried to get my researches done as quickly as possible. Williamson +records and traditions were supplied in abundance by my grandfather; though +for Orne material I had to depend on my uncle Walter, who put at my disposal + + + + +the contents of all his files, including notes, letters, cuttings, heirlooms, +photographs, and miniatures. + +It was in going over the letters and pictures on the Orne side that I began to +acquire a kind of terror of my own ancestry. As I have said, my grandmother and +Uncle Douglas had always disturbed me. Now, years after their passing, I gazed +at their pictured faces with a measurably heightened feeling of repulsion and +alienation. I could not at first understand the change, but gradually a horrible +sort of comparison began to obtrude itself on my unconscious mind despite the +steady refusal of my consciousness to admit even the least suspicion of it. It was +clear that the typical expression of these faces now suggested something it had +not suggested before - something which would bring stark panic if too openly +thought of. + +But the worst shock came when my uncle shewed me the Orne jewellery in a +downtown safe deposit vault. Some of the items were delicate and inspiring +enough, but there was one box of strange old pieces descended from my +mysterious great-grandmother which my uncle was almost reluctant to produce. +They were, he said, of very grotesque and almost repulsive design, and had +never to his knowledge been publicly worn; though my grandmother used to +enjoy looking at them. Vague legends of bad luck clustered around them, and +my great-grandmother's French governess had said they ought not to be worn in +New England, though it would be quite safe to wear them in Europe. + +As my uncle began slowly and grudgingly to unwrap the things he urged me not +to be shocked by the strangeness and frequent hideousness of the designs. Artists +and archaeologists who had seen them pronounced their workmanship +superlatively and exotically exquisite, though no one seemed able to define their +exact material or assign them to any specific art tradition. There were two +armlets, a tiara, and a kind of pectoral; the latter having in high relief certain +figures of almost unbearable extravagance. + +During this description I had kept a tight rein on my emotions, but my face must +have betrayed my mounting fears. My uncle looked concerned, and paused in +his unwrapping to study my countenance. I motioned to him to continue, which +he did with renewed signs of reluctance. He seemed to expect some +demonstration when the first piece - the tiara - became visible, but I doubt if he +expected quite what actually happened. I did not expect it, either, for I thought I +was thoroughly forewarned regarding what the jewellery would turn out to be. +What I did was to faint silently away, just as I had done in that brier choked +railway cut a year before. + + + + +From that day on my life has been a nightmare of brooding and apprehension +nor do I know how much is hideous truth and how much madness. My great- +grandmother had been a Marsh of unknown source whose husband Hved in +Arkham - and did not old Zadok say that the daughter of Obed Marsh by a +monstrous mother was married to an Arkham man trough trick? What was it the +ancient toper had muttered about the line of my eyes to Captain Obed's? In +Arkham, too, the curator had told me I had the true Marsh eyes. Was Obed +Marsh my own great-great-grandfather? Who - or what - then, was my great- +great-grandmother? But perhaps this was all madness. Those whitish-gold +ornaments might easily have been bought from some Innsmouth sailor by the +father of my great-grand-mother, whoever he was. And that look in the staring- +eyed faces of my grandmother and self-slain uncle might be sheer fancy on my +part - sheer fancy, bolstered up by the Innsmouth shadow which had so darkly +coloured my imagination. But why had my uncle killed himself after an ancestral +quest in New England? + +For more than two years 1 fought off these reflections with partial success. My +father secured me a place in an insurance office, and I buried myself in routine as +deeply as possible. In the winter of 1930-31, however, the dreams began. They +were very sparse and insidious at first, but increased in frequency and vividness +as the weeks went by. Great watery spaces opened out before me, and I seemed +to wander through titanic sunken porticos and labyrinths of weedy Cyclopean +walls with grotesque fishes as my companions. Then the other shapes began to +appear, filling me with nameless horror the moment I awoke. But during the +dreams they did not horrify me at all - I was one with them; wearing their +unhuman trappings, treading their aqueous ways, and praying monstrously at +their evil sea-bottom temples. + +There was much more than I could remember, but even what I did remember +each morning would be enough to stamp me as a madman or a genius if ever I +dared write it down. Some frightful influence, I felt, was seeking gradually to +drag me out of the sane world of wholesome life into unnamable abysses of +blackness and alienage; and the process told heavily on me. My health and +appearance grew steadily worse, till finally I was forced to give up my position +and adopt the static, secluded life of an invalid. Some odd nervous affliction had +me in its grip, and I found myself at times almost unable to shut my eyes. + +It was then that I began to study the mirror with mounting alarm. The slow +ravages of disease are not pleasant to watch, but in my case there was something +subtler and more puzzling in the background. My father seemed to notice it, too, +for he began looking at me curiously and almost affrightedly. What was taking +place in me? Could it be that I was coming to resemble my grandmother and +uncle Douglas? + + + + +One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. +She hved in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange +leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a +warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed - as those who take to the +water change - and told me she had never died. Instead, she had gone to a spot +her dead son had learned about, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders - +destined for him as well - he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be +my realm, too - I could not escape it. I would never die, but would live with +those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth. + +I met also that which had been her grandmother. For eighty thousand years +Pth'thya-l'yi had lived in Y'ha-nthlei, and thither she had gone back after Obed +Marsh was dead. Y'ha-nthlei was not destroyed when the upper-earth men shot +death into the sea. It was hurt, but not destroyed. The Deep Ones could never be +destroyed, even though the palaeogean magic of the forgotten Old Ones might +sometimes check them. For the present they would rest; but some day, if they +remembered, they would rise again for the tribute Great Cthulhu craved. It +would be a city greater than Innsmouth next time. They had planned to spread, +and had brought up that which would help them, but now they must wait once +more. For bringing the upper-earth men's death I must do a penance, but that +would not be heavy. This was the dream in which I saw a shoggoth for the first +time, and the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming. That morning the +mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look. + +So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and +almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of +horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps +instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a +kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full +change as most have waited. If I did, my father would probably shut me up in a +sanitarium as my poor little cousin is shut up. Stupendous and unheard-of +splendors await me below, and I shall seek them soon. la-R'lyehl Cihuiha flgagnl +id la! No, I shall not shoot myself - I cannot be made to shoot myself! + +I shall plan my cousin's escape from that Canton mad-house, and together we +shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding +reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many- +columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst +wonder and glory for ever. + + + + +The Shunned House + +Written October 1924 + + + +From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent. Some times it enters +directly into the composition of the events, while sometimes it relates only to +their fortuitous position among persons and places. The latter sort is splendidly +exemplified by a case in the ancient city of Providence, where in the late forties +Edgar Allan Poe used to sojourn often during his unsuccessful wooing of the +gifted poetess, Mrs. Whitman. Poe generally stopped at the Mansion House in +Benefit Street - the renamed Golden Ball Inn whose roof has sheltered +Washington, Jefferson, and Lafayette - and his favourite walk led northward +along the same street to Mrs. Whitman's home and the neighbouring hillside +churchyard of St. John's whose hidden expanse of eighteenth-century +gravestones had for him a peculiar fascination. + +Now the irony is this. In this walk, so many times repeated, the world's greatest +master of the terrible and the bizarre was obliged to pass a particular house on +the eastern side of the street; a dingy, antiquated structure perched on the +abruptly rising side hill, with a great unkept yard dating from a time when the +region was partly open country. It does not appear that he ever wrote or spoke of +it, nor is there any evidence that he even noticed it. And yet that house, to the +two persons in possession of certain information, equals or outranks in horror +the wildest phantasy of the genius who so often passed it unknowingly, and +stands starkly leering as a symbol of all that is unutterably hideous. + +The house was - and for that matter still is - of a kind to attract the attention of +the curious. Originally a farm or semi-farm building, it followed the average +New England colonial lines of the middle eighteenth century - the prosperous +peaked-roof sort, with two stories and dormerless attic, and with the Georgian +doorway and interior paneling dictated by the progress of taste at that time. It +faced south, with one gable and buried to the lower windows in the east ward +rising hill, and the other exposed to the foundations toward the street. Its +construction, over a century and a half ago, had followed the grading and +straightening of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street - at first called +Back Street - was laid out as a lane winding amongst the graveyards of the first +settlers, and straightened only when the removal of the bodies to the North +Burial Ground made it decently possible to cut through the old family plots. + + + + +At the start, the western wall had lain some twenty feet up a precipitous lawn +from the roadway; but a widening of the street at about the time of the +Revolution sheared off most of the intervening space, exposing the foundations +so that a brick basement wall had to be made, giving the deep cellar a street +frontage with the door and two windows above ground, close to the new line of +public travel. When the sidewalk was laid out a century ago the last of the +intervening space was removed; and Poe in his walks must have seen only a +sheer ascent of dull grey brick flush with the sidewalk and surmounted at a +height of ten feet by the antique shingled bulk of the house proper. + +The farm-like grounds extended back very deeply up the hill, al most to +Wheaton Street. The space south of the house, abutting on Benefit Street, was of +course greatly above the existing sidewalk level, forming a terrace bounded by a +high bank wall of damp, mossy stone pierced by a steep flight of narrow steps +which led inward be tween canyon-like surfaces to the upper region of mangy +lawn, rheumy brick walls, and neglected gardens whose dismantled cement +urns, rusted kettles fallen from tripods of knotty sticks, and similar +paraphernalia set off the weather beaten front door with its broken fanlight, +rotting Ionic pilasters, and wormy triangular pediment. + +What I heard in my youth about the shunned house was merely that people died +there in alarmingly great numbers. That, I was told, was why the original owners +had moved out some twenty years after building the place. It was plainly +unhealthy, perhaps because of the dampness and fungous growth in the cellar, +the general sickish smell, the draughts of the hallways, or the quality of the well +and pump water. These things were bad enough, and these were all that gained +belief among the person whom I knew. Only the notebooks of my antiquarian +uncle. Dr. Elihu Whipple, revealed to me at length the darker, vaguer surmises +which formed an undercurrent of folk- +lore among old-time servants and humble folk, surmises which never travelled +far, and which were largely forgotten when Providence grew to be a metropolis +with a shifting modern population. + +The general fact is, that the house was never regarded by the solid part of the +community as in any real sense "haunted." There were no widespread tales of +rattling chains, cold currents of air, extinguished lights, or faces at the window. +Extremists sometimes said the house was "unlucky," but that is as far as even +they went. What was really beyond dispute is that a frightful proportion of +persons died there; or more accurately, had died there, since after some peculiar +happenings over sixty years ago the building had become deserted through the +sheer impossibility of renting it. These persons were not all cut off suddenly by +any one cause; rather did it seem that their vitality was insidiously sapped, so + + + + +that each one died the sooner from whatever tendency to weakness he may have +naturally had. And those who did not die displayed in varying degree a type of +anaemia or consumption, and sometimes a decline of the mental faculties, which +spoke ill for the salubriousness of the building. Neighbouring houses, it must be +added, seemed entirely free from the noxious quality. + +This much I knew before my insistent questioning led my uncle to show me the +notes which finally embarked us both on our hideous investigation. In my +childhood the shunned house was vacant, with barren, gnarled and terrible old +trees, long, queerly pale grass and nightmarishly misshapen weeds in the high +terraced yard where birds never lingered. We boys used to overrun the place, +and I can still recall my youthful terror not only at the morbid strangeness of this +sinister vegetation, but at the eldritch atmosphere and odour of the dilapidated +house, whose unlocked front door was often entered in quest of shudders. The +small-paned windows were largely broken, and a nameless air of desolation +hung round the precarious panel ling, shaky interior shutters, peeling +wallpaper,, falling plaster, rickety staircases, and such fragments of battered +furniture as still remained. The dust and cobwebs added their touch of the +fearful; and brave indeed was the boy who would voluntarily ascend the ladder +to the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the +gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning- +wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into +monstrous and hellish shapes. + +But after all, the attic was not the most terrible part of the house. It was the dank, +humid cellar which somehow exerted the strongest repulsion on us, even though +it was wholly above ground on the street side, with only a thin door and +window-pierced brick wall to separate it from the busy sidewalk. We scarcely +knew whether to haunt it in spectral fascination, or to shun it for the sake of our +souls and our sanity. For one thing, the bad odour of the house was strongest +there; and for another thing, we did not like the white fungous growths which +occasionally sprang up in rainy summer weather from the hard earth floor. +Those fungi, grotesquely like the vegetation in the yard outside, were truly +horrible in their outlines; detest able parodies of toadstools and Indian pipes, +whose like we had never seen in any other situation. They rotted quickly, and at +one stage became slightly phosphorescent; so that nocturnal passers-by +sometimes spoke of witch-fires glowing behind the broken panes of the foetor- +spreading windows. + +We never - even in our wildest Hallowe'en moods - visited this cellar by night, +but in some of our daytime visits could detect the phosphorescence, especially +when the day was dark and wet. There was also a subtler thing we often thought +we detected - a very strange thing which was, however, merely suggestive at + + + + +most. I refer to a sort of cloudy whitish pattern on the dirt floor - a vague, +shifting deposit of mould or nitre which we sometimes thought we could trace +amidst the sparse fungous growths near the huge fireplace of the basement +kitchen. Once in a while it struck us that this patch bore an uncanny resemblance +to a doubled-up human figure, though generally no such kinship existed, and +often there was no whitish deposit whatever. .On a certain rainy afternoon when +this illusion seemed phenomenally strong, and when, in addition, I had fancied I +glimpsed a kind of thin, yellowish, shimmering exhalation rising from the +nitrous pattern toward the yawning fireplace, I spoke to my uncle about the +matter. He smiled at this odd conceit, but it seemed that his smile was tinged +with reminiscence. Later I heard that a similar notion entered into some of the +wild ancient tales of the common folk - a notion likewise alluding to ghoulish, +wolfish shapes taken by smoke from the great chimney, and queer contours +assumed by certain of the sinuous tree-roots that thrust their way into the cellar +through the loose foundation-stones. + + +Not till my adult years did my uncle set before me the notes and data which he +had collected concerning the shunned house. Dr. Whipple was a sane, +conservative physician of the old school, and for all his interest in the place was +not eager to encourage young thoughts toward the abnormal. His own view, +postulating simply a building and location of markedly unsanitary qualities, had +nothing to do with abnormality; but he realized that the very picturesque ness +which aroused his own interest would in a boy's fanciful mind take on all +manner of gruesome imaginative associations. + +The doctor was a bachelor; a white-haired, clean-shaven, old- fashioned +gentleman, and a local historian of note, who had often broken a lance with such +controversial guardians of tradition as Sidney S. Rider and Thomas W. Bicknell. +He lived with one man servant in a Georgian homestead with knocker and iron- +railed steps, balanced eerily on the steep ascent of North Court Street beside the +ancient brick court and colony house where his grandfather - a cousin of that +celebrated privateersman, Capt. Whipple, who burnt His Majesty's armed +schooner Gaspee in 1772 - had voted in the legislature on May 4, 1776, for the +independence of the Rhode Island Colony. Around him in the damp, low-ceiled +library with the musty white paneling, heavy carved overmantel and small- +paned, vine- shaded windows, were the relics and records of his ancient family, +among which were many dubious allusions to the shunned house in Benefit +Street. That pest spot lies not far. distant - for Benefit runs ledgewise just above +the court house along the precipitous hill up which the first settlement climbed. + + + + +When, in the end, my insistent pestering and maturing years evoked from my +uncle the hoarded lore I sought, there lay before me a strange enough chronicle. +Long-winded, statistical, and drearily genealogical as some of the matter was, +there ran through it a continuous thread of brooding, tenacious horror and +preternatural malevolence which impressed me even more than it had impressed +the good doctor. Separate events fitted together uncannily, and seemingly +irrelevant details held mines of hideous possibilities. A new and burning +curiosity grew in me, compared to which my boyish curiosity was feeble and +inchoate. The first revelation led to an exhaustive research, and finally to that +shuddering quest which proved so disastrous to myself and mine. For at last my +uncle insisted on joining the search I had commenced, and after a certain night in +that house he did not come away with me. I am lonely without that gentle soul +whose long years were filled only with honour, virtue, good taste, benevolence, +and learning. I have reared a marble urn to his memory in St. John's churchyard - +the place that Poe loved - the hidden grove of giant willows on the hill, where +tombs and head stones huddle quietly between the hoary bulk of the church and +the houses and bank walls of Benefit Street. + +The history of the house, opening amidst a maze of dates, revealed no trace of +the sinister either about its construction or about the prosperous and honourable +family who built it. Yet from the first a taint of calamity, soon increased to +boding significance, was apparent. My uncle's carefully compiled record began +with the building of the structure in 1763, and followed the theme with an +unusual amount of detail. The shunned house, it seems, was first inhabited by +William Harris and his wife Rhoby Dexter, with their children, Elkanah, born in +1755, Abigail, born in 1757, William, Jr., born in 1759, and Ruth, born in 1761. +Harris was a substantial merchant and seaman in the West India trade, +connected with the firm of Obadiah Brown and his nephews. After Brown's +death in 1761, the new firm of Nicholas Brown & Co. made him master of the +brig Prudence, providence-built, of 120 tons, thus enabling him to erect the new +homestead he had desired ever since his marriage. + +The site he had chosen - a recently straightened part of the new and fashionable +Back Street, which ran along the side of the hill above crowded Cheapside - was +all that could be wished, and the building did justice to the location. It was the +best that moderate means could afford, and Harris hastened to move in before +the birth of a fifth child which the family expected. That child, a boy, came in +December; but was still-born. Nor was any child to be born alive in that house +for a century and a half. + +The next April sickness occurred among the children, and Abigail and Ruth died +before the month was over. Dr. Job Ives diagnosed the trouble as some infantile +fever, though others declared it was more of a mere wasting-away or decline. It + + + + +seemed, in any event, to be contagious; for Hannah Bowen, one of the two +servants, died of it in the following June. Eli Lideason, the other servant, +constantly complained of weakness; and would have returned to his father's +farm in Rehoboth but for a sudden attachment for Mehitabel Pierce, who was +hired to succeed Hannah. He died the next year - a sad year in deed, since it +marked the death of William Harris himself, enfeebled as he was by the climate +of Martinique, where his occupation had kept him for considerable periods +during the preceding decade. + +The widowed Rhoby Harris never recovered from the shock of her husband's +death, and the passing of her firstborn Elkanah two years later was the final blow +to her reason. In 1768 she fell victim to a mild form of insanity, and was +thereafter confined to the upper part of the house, her elder maiden sister, Mercy +Dexter, having moved in to take charge of the family. Mercy was a plain, raw- +boned woman of great strength, but her health visibly declined from the time of +her advent. She was greatly devoted to her unfortunate sister, and had an +especial affection for her only surviving nephew William, who from a sturdy +infant had become a sickly, spindling lad. In + +this year the servant Mehitabel died, and the other servant. Pre served Smith, left +without coherent explanation - or at least, with only some wild tales and a +complaint that he disliked the smell of the place. For a time Mercy could secure +no more help, since the seven deaths and case of madness, all occurring within +five years' space, had begun to set in motion the body of fireside rumour which +later became so bizarre. Ultimately, however, she obtained new servants from +out of town; Ann White, a morose woman from that part of North Kingstown +now set off as the township of Exeter, and a capable Boston man named Zenas +Low. + +It was Ann White who first gave definite shape to the sinister idle talk. Mercy +should have known better than to hire anyone from the Nooseneck Hill country, +for that remote bit of backwoods was then, as now, a seat of the most +uncomfortable superstitions. As lately as 1892 an Exeter community exhumed a +dead body and ceremoniously burnt its heart in order to prevent certain alleged +visitations injurious to the public health and peace, and one may imagine the +point of view of the same section in 1768. Ann's tongue was perniciously active, +and within a few months Mercy discharged her, filling her place with a faithful +and amiable Amazon from Newport, Maria Robbins. + +Meanwhile poor Rhoby Harris, in her madness, gave voice to dreams and +imaginings of the most hideous sort. At times her screams became insupportable, +and for long periods she would utter shrieking horrors which necessitated her +son's temporary residence with his cousin, Peleg Harris, in Presbyterian Lane + + + + +near the new college building. The boy would seem to improve after these visits, +and had Mercy been as wise as she was well-meaning, she would have let him +live permanently with Peleg. Just what Mrs. Harris cried out in her fits of +violence, tradition hesitates to say; or rather, presents such extravagant accounts +that they nullify themselves through sheer absurdity. Certainly it sounds absurd +to hear that a woman educated only in the rudiments of French often shouted for +hours in a coarse and idiomatic form of that language, or that the same per son, +alone and guarded, complained wildly of a staring thing which bit and chewed +at her. In 1772 the servant Zenas died, and when Mrs. Harris heard of it she +laughed with a shocking delight utterly foreign to her. The next year she herself +died, and was laid to rest in the North Burial Ground beside her husband. + +Upon the outbreak of trouble with Great Britain in 1775, William Harris, despite +his scant sixteen years and feeble constitution, man aged to enlist in the Army of +Observation under General Greene; and from that time on enjoyed a steady rise +in health and prestige. + +In 1780, as a Captain in Rhode Island forces in New Jersey under Colonel Angell, +he met and married Phebe Hetfield of Elizabethtown, whom he brought to +Providence upon his honourable discharge in the following year. + +The young soldier's return was not a thing of unmitigated happiness. The house, +it is true, was still in good condition; and the street had been widened and +changed in name from Back Street to Benefit Street. But Mercy Dexter's once +robust frame had undergone a sag and curious decay, so that she was now a +stooped and pathetic figure with hollow voice and disconcerting pallor - +qualities shared to a singular degree by the one remaining servant Maria. In the +autumn of 1782 Phebe Harris gave birth to a still-born daughter, and on the +fifteenth of the next May Mercy Dexter took leave of a useful, austere, and +virtuous life. + +William Harris, at last thoroughly convinced of the radically un healthful nature +of his abode, now took steps toward quitting it and closing it forever. Securing +temporary quarters for himself and wife at the newly opened Golden Ball Inn, he +arranged for the building of a new and finer house in Westminster Street, in the +growing part of the town across the Great Bridge. There, in 1785, his son Dutee +was born; and there the family dwelt till the encroachments of commerce drove +them back across the river and over the hill to Angell Street, in the newer East +Side residence district, where the late Archer Harris built his sumptuous but +hideous French-roofed mansion in 1876. William and Phebe both succumbed to +the yellow fever epidemic in 1797, but Dutee was brought up by his cousin +Rathbone Harris, Peleg's son. + + + + +Rathbone was a practical man, and rented the Benefit Street house despite +WiUiam's wish to keep it vacant. He considered it an obhgation to his ward to +make the most of all the boy's property, nor did he concern himself with the +deaths and illnesses which caused so many changes of tenants, or the steadily +growing aversion with which the house was generally regarded. It is likely that +he felt only vexation when, in 1804, the town council ordered him to fumigate the +place with sulphur, tar and gum camphor on account of the much-discussed +deaths of four persons, presumably caused by the then diminishing fever +epidemic. They said the place had a febrile smell. + +Dutee himself thought little of the house, for he grew up to be a privateersman, +and served with distinction on the Vigilant under Capt. Cahoone in the War of +1812. He returned unharmed, married in 1814, and became a father on that +memorable night of September 23, 1815, when a great gale drove the waters of +the bay over half the town, and floated a tall sloop well up Westminster Street so +that its masts almost tapped the Harris windows in symbolic affirmation that the +new boy. Welcome, was a seaman's son. + +Welcome did not survive his father, but lived to perish gloriously at +Fredericksburg in 1862. Neither he nor his son Archer knew of the shunned +house as other than a nuisance almost impossible to rent - perhaps on account of +the mustiness and sickly odour of unkempt old age. Indeed, it never was rented +after a series of deaths culminating in 1861, which the excitement of the war +tended to throw into obscurity. Carrington Harris, last of the male line, knew it +only as a deserted and somewhat picturesque center of legend until I told him +my experience. He had meant to tear it down and build an apartment house on +the site, but after my account, decided to let it stand, install plumbing, and rent +it. Nor has he yet had any difficulty in obtaining tenants. The horror has gone. + + +It may well be imagined how powerfully I was affected by the annals of the +Harrises. In this continuous record there seemed to me to brood a persistent evil +beyond anything in nature as I had known it; an evil clearly connected with the +house and not with the family. This impression was confirmed by my uncle's less +systematic array of miscellaneous data - legends transcribed from servant gossip, +cuttings from the papers, copies of death certificates by fellow- physicians, and +the like. All of this material I cannot hope to give, for my uncle was a tireless +antiquarian and very deeply interested in the shunned house; but I may refer to +several dominant points which earn notice by their recurrence through many +reports from diverse sources. For example, the servant gossip was practically +unanimous in attributing to the fungous and malodorous cellar of the house a +vast supremacy in evil influence. There had been servants - Ann White especially + + + + +- who would not use the cellar kitchen, and at least three well-defined legends +bore upon the queer quasi-human or diabolic outlines assumed by tree-roots and +patches of mould in that region. These latter narratives interested me +profoundly, on account of what I had seen in my boyhood, but I felt that most of +the significance had in each case been largely obscured by additions from the +common stock of local ghost lore. + +Ann White, with her Exeter superstition, had promulgated the most extravagant +and at the same time most consistent tale; alleging that there must lie buried +beneath the house one of those vampires - the dead who retain their bodily form +and live on the blood or breath of the living - whose hideous legions send their +preying shapes or spirits abroad by night. To destroy a vampire one must, the +grandmothers say, exhume it and burn its heart, or at least drive a stake through +that organ; and Ann's dogged insistence on a search under the cellar had been +prominent in bringing about her discharge. + +Her tales, however, commanded a wide audience, and were the more readily +accepted because the house indeed stood on land once used for burial purposes. +To me their interest depended less on this circumstance than on the peculiarly +appropriate way in which they dove-tailed with certain other things - the +complaint of the de parting servant Preserved Smith, who had preceded Ann +and never heard of her, that something "sucked his breath" at night; the death- +certificates of fever victims of 1804, issued by Dr. Chad Hopkins, and showing +the four deceased persons all unaccountably lacking in blood; and the obscure +passages of poor Rhoby Harris's ravings, where she complained of the sharp +teeth of a glassy-eyed, half-visible presence. + +Free from unwarranted superstition though I am, these things produced in me an +odd sensation, which was intensified by a pair of widely separated newspaper +cuttings relating to deaths in the shunned house - one from the Providence +Gazette and Country-Journal of April 12, 1815, and the other from the Daily +Transcript and Chronicle of October 27, 1845 - each of which detailed an +appallingly grisly circumstance whose duplication was remarkable. It seems that +in both instances the dying person, in 1815 a gentle old lady named Stafford and +in 1845 a school-teacher of middle age named Eleazar Durfee, became +transfigured in a horrible way; glaring glassily and attempting to bite the throat +of the attending physician. Even more puzzling, though, was the final case which +put an end to the renting of the house - a series of anaemia deaths preceded by +progressive madnesses wherein the patient would craftily attempt the lives of his +relatives by incisions in the neck or wrists. + +This was in 1860 and 1861, when my uncle had just begun his medical practice; +and before leaving for the front he heard much of it from his elder professional + + + + +colleagues. The really inexplicable thing was the way in which the victims - +ignorant people, for the ill- smelling and widely shunned house could now be +rented to no others - would babble maledictions in French, a language they could +not possibly have studied to any extent. It made one think of poor Rhoby Harris +nearly a century before, and so moved my uncle that he commenced collecting +historical data on the house after listening, some time subsequent to his return +from the war, to the first-hand account of Drs. Chase and Whitmarsh. Indeed, I +could see that my uncle had thought deeply on the subject, and that he was glad +of my own interest - an open-minded and sympathetic interest which enabled +him to discuss with me matters at which others would merely have laughed. His +fancy had not gone so far as mine, but he felt that the place was rare in its +imaginative potentialities, and worthy of note as an inspiration in the field of the +grotesque and macabre. + +For my part, I was disposed to take the whole subject with pro found +seriousness, and began at once not only to review the evidence, but to +accumulate as much as I could. I talked with the elderly Archer Harris, then +owner of the house, many times before his death in 1916; and obtained from him +and his still surviving maiden sister Alice an authentic corroboration of all the +family data my uncle had collected. When, however, I asked them what +connection with France or its language the house could have, they confessed +themselves as frankly baffled and ignorant as I. Archer knew nothing, and all +that Miss Harris could say was that an old allusion her grandfather, Dutee +Harris, had heard of might have shed a little light. The old seaman, who had +survived his son Welcome's death in battle by two years, had not himself known +the legend; but recalled that his earliest nurse, the ancient Maria Robbins, +seemed darkly aware of something that might have lent a weird significance to +the French ravings of Rhoby Harris, which she had so often heard during the last +days of that hapless woman. Maria had been at the shunned house from 1769 till +the removal of the family in 1783, and had seen Mercy Dexter die. Once she +hinted to the child Dutee of a somewhat peculiar circumstance in Mercy's last +moments, but he had soon for gotten all about it save that it was something +peculiar. The grand daughter, moreover, recalled even this much with difficulty. +She and her brother were not so much interested in the house as was Archer's +son Carrington, the present owner, with whom I talked after my experience. + +Having exhausted the Harris family of all the information it could furnish, I +turned my attention to early town records and deeds with a zeal more +penetrating than that which my uncle had occasionally shown in the same work. +What I wished was a comprehensive history of the site from its very settlement +in 1636 - or even before, if any Narragansett Indian legend could be unearthed to +supply the data. I found, at the start, that the land had been part of a long strip of +the lot granted originally to John Throckmorton; one of many similar strips + + + + +beginning at the Town Street beside the river and extending up over the hill to a +line roughly corresponding with the modern Hope Street. The Throckmorton lot +had later, of course, been much subdivided; and I became very assiduous in +tracing that section through which Back or Benefit Street was later run. It had, a +rumour indeed said, been the Throckmorton graveyard; but as I examined the +records more carefully, I found that the graves had all been transferred at an +early date to the North Burial Ground on the Pawtucket West Road. + +Then suddenly I came - by a rare piece of chance, since it was not in the main +body of records and might easily have been missed - upon something which +aroused my keenest eagerness, fitting in as it did with several of the queerest +phases of the affair. It was the record of a lease in 1697, of a small tract of ground +to an Etienne Roulet and wife. At last the French element had appeared - that, +and another deeper element of horror which the name conjured up from the +darkest recesses of my weird and heterogeneous reading - and I feverishly +studied the platting of the locality as it had been before the cutting through and +partial straightening of Back Street between 1747 and 1758. I found what I had +half expected, that where the shunned house now stood, the Roulets had laid out +their graveyard behind a one-story and attic cottage, and that no record of any +transfer of. graves existed. The document, indeed, ended in much confusion; and +I was forced to ransack both the Rhode Island Historical Society and Shepley +Library before I could find a local door which the name of Etienne Roulet would +unlock. In the end I did find something; some thing of such vague but monstrous +import that I set about at once to examine the cellar of the shunned house itself +with a new and ex cited minuteness. + +The Roulets, it seemed, had come in 1696 from East Greenwich, down the west +shore of Narragansett Bay. They were Huguenots from Caude, and had +encountered much opposition before the Providence selectmen allowed them to +settle in the town. Unpopularity had dogged them in East Greenwich, whither +they had come in 1686, after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, and rumour +said that the cause of dislike extended beyond mere racial and national prejudice, +or the land disputes which involved other French settlers with the English in +rivalries which not even Governor Andros could quell. But their ardent +Protestantism - too ardent, some whispered - and their evident distress when +virtually driven from the village had been granted a haven; and the swarthy +Etienne Roulet, less apt at agriculture than at reading queer books and drawing +queer diagrams, was given a clerical post in the warehouse at Pardon +Tillinghast's wharf, far south in Town Street. There had, however, been a riot of + +some sort later on - perhaps forty years later, after old Roulet's death - and no +one seemed to hear of the family after that. + + + + +For a century and more, it appeared, the Roulets had been well re membered and +frequently discussed as vivid incidents in the quiet life of a New England +seaport. Etienne's son Paul, a surly fellow whose erratic conduct had probably +provoked the riot which wiped out the family, was particularly a source of +speculation; and though Providence never shared the witchcraft panics of her +Puritan neighbours, it was freely intimated by old wives that his prayers were +neither uttered at the proper time nor directed toward the proper object. All this +had undoubtedly formed the basis of the legend known by old Maria Robbins. +What relation it had to the French ravings of Rhoby Harris and other inhabitants +of the shunned house, imagination or future discovery alone could determine. I +wondered how many of those who had known the legends realized that +additional link with the terrible which my wider reading had given me; that +ominous item in the annals of morbid horror which tells of the creature Jacques +Roulet, of Caude, who in 1598 was condemned to death as a daemoniac but +afterward saved from the stake by the Paris parliament and shut in a madhouse. +He had been found covered with blood and shreds of flesh in a wood, shortly +after the killing and rending of a boy by a pair of wolves. One wolf was seen to +lope away unhurt. Surely a pretty hearthside tale, with a queer significance as to +name and place; but I decided that the Providence gossips could not have +generally known of it. Had they known, the coincidence of names would have +brought some drastic and frightened action- indeed, might not its limited +whispering have precipitated the final riot which erased the Roulets from the +town? + +I now visited the accursed place with increased frequency; studying the +unwholesome vegetation of the garden, examining all the walls of the building, +and poring over every inch of the earthen cellar floor. Finally, with Carrington +Harris's permission, I fitted a key to the disused door opening from the cellar +directly upon Benefit Street, preferring to have a more immediate access to the +outside world than the dark stairs, ground floor hall, and front door could give. +There, where morbidity lurked most thickly, I searched and poked during long +afternoons when the sunlight filtered in through the cobwebbed above-ground +door which placed me only a few feet from the placid sidewalk outside. Nothing +new rewarded my efforts-only the same depressing mustiness and faint +suggestions of noxious odours and nitrous outlines on the floor - and I fancy that +many pedestrians must have watched me curiously through the broken panes. + +At length, upon a suggestion of my uncle's, I decided to try the spot nocturnally; +and one stormy midnight ran the beams of an electric torch over the mouldy +floor with its uncanny shapes and distorted, half-phosphorescent fungi. The +place had dispirited me curiously that evening, and I was almost prepared when +I saw - or thought I saw - amidst the whitish deposits a particularly sharp +definition of the "huddled form" I had suspected from boyhood. Its clear ness + + + + +was astonishing and unprecedented - and as I watched I seemed to see again the +thin, yellowish, shimmering exhalation which had startled me on that rainy +afternoon so many years before. + +Above the anthropomorphic patch of mould by the fireplace it rose; a subtle, +sickish, almost luminous vapour which, as it hung trembling in the dampness, +seemed to develop vague and shocking suggestions of form, gradually trailing +off into nebulous decay and passing up into the blackness of the great chimney +with a foetor in its wake. It was truly horrible, and the more so to me because of. +what I knew of the spot. Refusing to flee, I watched it fade - and as I watched I +felt that it was in turn watching me greedily with eyes more imaginable than +visible. When I told my uncle about it he was greatly aroused; and after a tense +hour of reflection, arrived at a definite and drastic decision. Weighing in his +mind the importance of the matter, and the significance of our relation to it, he +insisted that we both test - and if possible destroy - the horror of the house by a +joint night or nights of aggressive vigil in that musty and fungous-cursed cellar. + + +On Wednesday, June 25, 1919, after a proper notification of Carring ton Harris +which did not include surmises as to what we expected to find, my uncle and I +conveyed to the shunned house two camp chairs and a folding camp cot, +together with some scientific mechanism of greater weight and intricacy. These +we placed in the cellar during the day, screening the windows with paper and +planning to return in the evening for our first vigil. We had locked the door from +the cellar to the ground floor; and having a key to the outside cellar door, we +were prepared to leave our expensive and delicate apparatus - which we had +obtained secretly and at great cost - as many days as our vigil might need to be +protracted. It was our design to sit up together till very late, and then watch +singly till dawn in two- hour stretches, myself first and then my companion; the +inactive member resting on the cot. + +The natural leadership with which my uncle procured the instruments from the +laboratories of Brown University and the Cranston Street Armory, and +instinctively assumed direction of our venture, was a marvellous commentary on +the potential vitality and resilience of a man of eighty-one. Elihu Whipple had +lived according to the hygienic laws he had preached as a physician, and but for +what happened later would be here in full vigour today. Only two persons +suspect what did happen - Carrington Harris and myself. I had to tell Harris +because he owned the house and deserved to know what had gone out of it. +Then, too, we had spoken to him in advance of our quest; and I felt after my +uncle's going that he would understand and assist me in some vitally necessary + + + + +public explanations. He turned very pale, but agreed to help me, and decided +that it would now be safe to rent the house. + +To declare that we were not nervous on that rainy night of watching would be an +exaggeration both gross and ridiculous. We were not, as I have said, in any sense +childishly superstitious, but scientific study and reflection had taught us that the +known universe of three dimensions embraces the merest fraction of the whole +cosmos of substance and energy. In this case an overwhelming preponderance of +evidence from numerous authentic sources pointed to the tenacious existence of +certain forces of great power and, so far as the human point of view is concerned, +exceptional malignancy. To say that we actually believed in vampires or +werewolves would be a carelessly inclusive statement. Rather must it be said that +we were not prepared to deny the possibility of certain unfamiliar and +unclassified modifications of vital force and attenuated matter; existing very +infrequently in three-dimensional space because of its more intimate connection +with other spatial units, yet close enough to the boundary of our own to furnish +us occasional manifestations which we, for lack of a proper vantage-point, may +never hope to understand. + +In short, it seemed to my uncle and me that an incontrovertible array of facts +pointed to some lingering influence in the shunned house; traceable to one or +another of the ill-favoured French settlers of two centuries before, and still +operative through rare and un known laws of atomic and electronic motion. That +the family of Roulet had possessed an abnormal affinity for outer circles of entity +- dark spheres which for normal folk hold only repulsion and terror - their +recorded history seemed to prove. Had not, then, the riots of those bygone +seventeen-thirties set moving certain kinetic patterns in the morbid brain of one +or more of them - notably the sinister Paul Roulet - which obscurely survived the +bodies murdered, and continued to function in some multiple-dimensioned +space along the original lines of force determined by a frantic hatred of the +encroaching community? + +Such a thing was surely not a physical or biochemical impossibility in the light of +a newer science which includes the theories of relativity and intra-atomic action. +One might easily imagine an alien nucleus of substance or energy, formless or +otherwise, kept alive by imperceptible or immaterial subtractions from the life- +force or bodily tissue and fluids of other and more palpably living things into +which it penetrates and with whose fabric it sometimes completely merges itself. +It might be actively hostile, or it might be dictated merely by blind motives of +self-preservation. In any case such a monster must of necessity be in our scheme +of things an anomaly and an intruder, whose extirpation forms a primary duty +with every man not an enemy to the world's life, health, and sanity. + + + + +What baffled us was our utter ignorance of the aspect in which we might +encounter the thing. No sane person had even seen it, and few had ever feh it +definitely. It might be pure energy - a form ethereal and outside the realm of +substance-or it might be partly material; some unknown and equivocal mass of +plasticity, capable of changing at will to nebulous approximations of the solid, +liquid, gaseous, or tenuously unparticled states. The anthropomorphic patch of +mould on the floor, the form of the yellowish vapour, and the curvature of the +tree-roots in some of the old tales, all argued at least a remote and reminiscent +connection with the human shape; but how representative or permanent that +similarity might be, none could say with any kind of certainty. + +We had devised two weapons to fight it; a large and specially fitted Crookes tube +operated by powerful storage batteries and pro vided with peculiar screens and +reflectors, in case it proved intangible and opposable only by vigorously +destructive ether radiations, and a pair of military flame-throwers of the sort +used in the World War, in case it proved partly material and susceptible of +mechanical destruction - for like the superstitious Exeter rustics, we were +prepared to burn the thing's heart out if heart existed to burn. All this aggressive +mechanism we set in the cellar in positions care fully arranged with reference to +the cot and chairs, and to the spot before the fireplace where the mould had +taken strange shapes. That suggestive patch, by the way, was only faintly visible +when we placed our furniture and instruments, and when we returned that +evening for the actual vigil. For a moment I half-doubted that I had ever seen it +in the more definitely limned form - but then I thought of the legends. + +Our cellar vigil began at 10 P.M., daylight saving time, and as it continued we +found no promise of pertinent developments. A weak, filtered glow from the +rain-harassed street lamps outside, and a feeble phosphorescence from the +detestable fungi within, showed the drip ping stone of the walls, from which all +traces of whitewash had vanished; the dank, foetid and mildew-tainted hard +earth floor with its obscene fungi; the rotting remains of what had been stools, +chairs and tables, and other more shapeless furniture; the heavy planks and +massive beams of the ground floor overhead; the decrepit plank door leading to +bins and chambers beneath other parts of the house; the crumbling stone +staircase with ruined wooden hand-rail; and the crude and cavernous fireplace of +blackened brick where rusted iron fragments revealed the past presence of +hooks, andirons, spit, crane, and a door to the Dutch oven - these things, and our +austere cot and camp chairs, and the heavy and intricate destructive machinery +we had brought. + +We had, as in my own former explorations, left the door to the street unlocked; +so that a direct and practical path of escape might lie open in case of +manifestations beyond our power to deal with. It was our idea that our + + + + +continued nocturnal presence would call forth whatever malign entity lurked +there; and that being prepared, we could dispose of the thing with one or the +other of our provided means as soon as we had recognised and observed it +sufficiently. How long it might require to evoke and extinguish the thing, we had +no notion. It occurred to us, too, that our venture was far from safe, for in what +strength the thing might appear no one could tell. But we deemed the game +worth the hazard, and embarked on it alone and unhesitatingly; conscious that +the seeking of outside aid would only expose us to ridicule and perhaps defeat +our entire purpose. Such was our frame of mind as we talked - far into the night, +till my uncle's growing drowsiness made me remind him to lie down for his two- +hour sleep. + +Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone - 1 say alone, +for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can +realise. My uncle breathed heavily, his deep inhalations and exhalations +accompanied by the rain outside, and punctuated by another nerve-racking +sound of distant dripping water within - for the house was repulsively damp +even in dry weather, and in this storm positively swamp-like. I studied the loose, +antique-masonry of the walls in the fungous-light and the feeble rays which stole +in from the street through the screened windows; and once, when the noisome +atmosphere of the place seemed about to sicken me, I opened the door and +looked up and down the street, feasting my eyes on familiar sights and my +nostrils on whole some air. Still nothing occurred to reward my watching; and I +yawned repeatedly, fatigue getting the better of apprehension. + +Then the stirring of my uncle in his sleep attracted my notice. He had turned +restlessly on the cot several times during the latter half of the first hour, but now +he was breathing with unusual irregularity, occasionally heaving a sigh which +held more than a few of the qualities of a choking moan. I turned my electric +flashlight on him and found his face averted, so rising and crossing to the other +side of the cot, I again flashed the light to see if he seemed in any pain. What I +saw unnerved me most surprisingly, considering its relative triviality. It must +have been merely the association of an odd circumstance with the sinister nature +of our location and mission, for surely the circumstance was not in itself frightful +or unnatural. It was merely that my uncle's facial expression, disturbed no doubt +by the strange dreams which our situation prompted, betrayed consider able +agitation, and seemed not at all characteristic of him. His habitual expression was +one of kindly and well-bred calm, whereas now a variety of emotions seemed +struggling within him. I think, on the whole, that it was this variety which chiefly +disturbed me. My uncle, as he gasped and tossed in increasing perturbation and +with eyes that had now started open, seemed not one man but many men, and +suggested a curious quality of alienage from himself. + + + + +All at once he commenced to mutter, and I did not like the look of his mouth and +teeth as he spoke. The words were at first indistinguishable, and then - with a +tremendous start - I recognised some thing about them which filled me with icy +fear till I recalled the breadth of my uncle's education and the interminable +translations he had made from anthropological and antiquarian articles in the +Revue des Deux Mondes. For the venerable Elihu Whipple was muttering in +French, and the few phrases I could distinguish seemed connected with the +darkest myths he had ever adapted from the famous Paris magazine. + +Suddenly a perspiration broke out on the sleeper's forehead, and he leaped +abruptly up, half awake. The jumble of French changed to a cry in English, and +the hoarse voice shouted excitedly, "My breath, my breath!" Then the awakening +became complete, and with a subsidence of facial expression to the normal state +my uncle seized my hand and began to relate a dream whose nucleus of +significance I could only surmise with a kind of awe. + +He had, he said, floated off from a very ordinary series of dream- pictures into a +scene whose strangeness was related to nothing he had ever read. It was of this +world, and yet not of it - a shadowy geometrical confusion in which could be +seen elements of familiar things in most unfamiliar and perturbing combinations. +There was a suggestion of queerly disordered pictures superimposed one upon +an other; an arrangement in which the essentials of time as well as of space +seemed dissolved and mixed in the most illogical fashion. In this kaleidoscopic +vortex of phantasmal images were occasional snap-shots, if one might use the +term, of singular clearness but un accountable heterogeneity. + +Once my uncle thought he lay in a carelessly dug open pit, with a crowd of angry +faces framed by straggling locks and three-cornered hats frowning down at him. +Again he seemed to be in the interior of a house - an old house, apparently - but +the details and inhabitants were constantly changing, and he could never be +certain of the faces or the furniture, or even of the room itself, since doors and +windows seemed in just as great a state of flux as the more presumably mobile +objects. It was queer - damnably queer - and my uncle spoke almost sheepishly, +as if half expecting not to be believed, when he declared that of the strange faces +many had unmistakably borne the features of the Harris family. And all the +while there was a personal sensation of choking, as if some pervasive presence +had spread itself through his body and sought to possess itself of his vital +processes. I shuddered at the thought of those vital processes, worn as they were +by eighty-one years of continuous functioning, in conflict with unknown forces +of which the youngest and strongest system might well be afraid; but in another +moment reflected that dreams are only dreams, and that these uncomfortable +visions could be, at most, no more than my uncle's reaction to the investigations +and expectations which had lately filled our minds to the exclusion of all else. + + + + +Conversation, also, soon tended to dispel my sense of strangeness; and in time I +yielded to my yawns and took my turn at slumber. My uncle seemed now very +wakeful, and welcomed his period of watching even though the nightmare had +aroused him far ahead of his al lotted two hours. Sleep seized me quickly, and I +was at once haunted with dreams of the most disturbing kind. I felt, in my +visions, a cosmic and abysmal loneness; with hostility surging from all sides +upon some prison where I lay confined. I seemed bound and gagged, and +taunted by the echoing yells of distant multitudes who thirsted for my blood. My +uncle's face came to me with less pleasant associations than in waking hours, and +I recall many futile struggles and at tempts to scream. It was not a pleasant sleep, +and for a second I was not sorry for the echoing shriek which clove through the +barriers of dream and flung me to a sharp and startled awakeness in which every +actual object before my eyes stood out with more than natural clearness and +reality. + + +I had been lying with my face away from my uncle's chair, so that in this sudden +flash of awakening I saw only the door to the street, the more northerly window, +and the wall and floor and ceiling toward the north of the room, all +photographed with morbid vivid ness on my brain in a light brighter than the +glow of the fungi or the rays from the street outside. It was not a strong or even a +fairly strong light; certainly not nearly strong enough to read an average book +by. But it cast a shadow of myself and the cot on the floor, and had a yellowish, +penetrating force that hinted at things more portent than luminosity. This I +perceived with unhealthy sharpness despite the fact that two of my other senses +were violently assailed. For on my ears rang the reverberations of that shocking +scream, while my nostrils revolted at the stench which filled the place. My mind, +as alert as my senses, recognised the gravely unusual; and almost automatically I +leaped up and turned about to grasp the destructive instruments which we had +left trained on the mouldy spot before the fireplace. As I turned, I dreaded what I +was to see; for the scream had been in my uncle's voice, and I knew not against +what menace I should have to defend him and myself. + +Yet after all, the sight was worse than I had dreaded. There are horrors beyond +horrors, and this was one of those nuclei of all dreamable hideousness which the +cosmos saves to blast an accursed and unhappy few. Out of the fungous-ridden +earth steamed up a va porous corpse-light, yellow and diseased, which bubbled +and lapped to a gigantic height in vague outlines half human and half +monstrous, through which I could see the chimney and fireplace beyond. It was +all eyes - wolfish and mocking - and the rugose insect-like head dissolved at the +top to a thin stream of mist which curled putridly about and finally vanished up +the chimney. I say that I saw this thing, but it is only in conscious retrospection + + + + +that I ever definitely traced its damnable approach to form. At the time it was to +me only a seething dimly phosphorescent cloud of fungous loathsomeness, +enveloping and dissolving to an abhorrent plasticity the one object to which all +my attention was focused. That object was my uncle - the venerable Elihu +Whipple - who with blackening and + +decaying features leered and gibbered at me, and reached out drip ping claws to +rend me in the fury which this horror had brought. + +It was a sense of routine which kept me from going mad. I had drilled myself in +preparation for the crucial moment, and blind training saved me. Recognising +the bubbling evil as no substance reach able by matter or material chemistry, and +therefore ignoring the flame-thrower which loomed on my left, I threw on the +current of the Crookes tube apparatus, and focussed toward that scene of +immortal blasphemousness the strongest ether radiations which men's art can +arouse from the spaces and fluids of nature. There was a bluish haze and a +frenzied sputtering, and the yellowish phosphorescence grew dimmer to my +eyes. But I saw the dimness was only that of contrast, and that the waves from +the machine had no effect whatever. + +Then, in the midst of that daemoniac spectacle, I saw a fresh horror which +brought cries to my lips and sent me fumbling and staggering towards that +unlocked door to the quiet street, careless of what abnormal terrors I loosed upon +the world, or what thoughts or judgments of men I brought down upon my +head. In that dim blend of blue and yellow the form of my uncle had commenced +a nauseous liquefaction whose essence eludes all description, and in which there +played across his vanishing face such changes of identity as only madness can +conceive. He was at once a devil and a multitude, a charnel-house and a pageant. +Lit by the mixed and uncertain beams, that gelatinous face assumed a dozen - a +score - a hundred- aspects; grinning, as it sank to the ground on a body that +melted like tallow, in the caricatured likeness of legions strange and yet not +strange. + +I saw the features of the Harris line, masculine and feminine, adult and infantile, +and other features old and young, coarse and re fined, familiar and unfamiliar. +For a second there flashed a degraded counterfeit of a miniature of poor Rhoby +Harris that I had seen in the School of Design Museum, and another time I +thought I caught the rawboned image of Mercy Dexter as I recalled her from a +painting in Carrington Harris's house. It was frightful beyond conception; +toward the last, when a curious blend of servant and baby visages flickered close +to the fungous floor where a pool of greenish grease was spreading, it seemed as +though the shifting features fought against themselves, and strove to form +contours like those of my uncle's kindly face. I like to think that he existed at that + + + + +moment, and that he tried to bid me farewell. It seems to me I hiccoughed a +farewell from my own parched throat as I lurched out into the street; a thin +stream of grease following me through the door to the rain- drenched sidewalk. + +The rest is shadowy and monstrous. There was no one in the soaking street, and +in all the world there was no one I dared tell. I walked aimlessly south past +College Hill and the Athenaeum, down Hopkins Street, and over the bridge to +the business section where tall buildings seemed to guard me as modern material +things guard the world from ancient and unwholesome wonder. Then the grey +dawn unfolded wetly from the east, silhouetting the archaic hill and its venerable +steeples, and beckoning me to the place where my terrible work was still +unfinished. And in the end I went, wet, hatless, and dazed in the morning light, +and entered that awful door in Benefit Street which I had left ajar, and which still +swung cryptically in full sight of the early householders to whom I dared not +speak. + +The grease was gone, for the mouldy floor was porous. And in front of the +fireplace was no vestige of the giant doubled-up form in nitre. I looked at the cot, +the chairs, the instruments, my neglected hat, and the yellowed straw hat of my +uncle. Dazedness was upper most, and I could scarcely recall what was dream +and what was reality. Then thought trickled back, and I knew that I had +witnessed things more horrible than I had dreamed. Sitting down, I tried to +conjecture as nearly as sanity would let me just what had happened, and how I +might end the horror, if indeed it had been real. Matter it seemed not to be, nor +ether, nor anything else conceivable by mortal mind. What, then, but some exotic +emanation; some vampirish vapour such as Exeter rustics tell of as lurking over +certain church yards? This I felt was the clue, and again I looked at the floor +before the fireplace where the mould and nitre had taken strange forms. In ten +minutes my mind was made up, and taking my hat I set out for home, where I +bathed, ate, and gave by telephone an order for a pick- axe, a spade, a military +gas-mask, and six carboys of sulphuric acid, all to be delivered the next morning +at the cellar door of the shunned house in Benefit Street. After that I tried to +sleep; and failing, passed the hours in reading and in the composition of inane +verses to counteract my mood. + +At 11 A.M. the next day I commenced digging. It was sunny weather, and I was +glad of that. I was still alone, for as much as I feared the unknown horror I +sought, there was more fear in the thought of telling anybody. Later I told Harris +only through sheer necessity, and because he had heard odd tales from old +people which disposed him ever so little toward belief. As I turned up the +stinking black earth in front of the fireplace, my spade causing a viscous yellow +ichor to ooze from the white fungi which it severed, I trembled at the dubious + + + + +thoughts of what I might uncover. Some secrets of inner earth are not good for +mankind, and this seemed to me one of them. + +My hand shook perceptibly, but still I delved; after a while standing in the large +hole I had made. With the deepening of the hole, which was about six feet +square, the evil smell increased; and I lost all doubt of my imminent contact with +the hellish thing whose emanations had cursed the house for over a century and +a half. I wondered what it would look like - what its form and substance would +be, and how big it might have waxed through long ages of life- sucking. At +length I climbed out of the hole and dispersed the heaped-up dirt, then arranging +the great carboys of acid around and near two sides, so that when necessary I +might empty them all down the aperture in quick succession. After that I +dumped earth only along the other two sides; working more slowly and donning +my gas- mask as the smell grew. I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a +nameless thing at the bottom of a pit. + +Suddenly my spade struck something softer than earth. I shuddered and made a +motion as if to climb out of the hole, which was now as deep as my neck. Then +courage returned, and I scraped away more dirt in the light of the electric torch I +had provided. The surface I uncovered was fishy and glassy - a kind of semi- +putrid congealed jelly with suggestions of translucency. I scraped further, and +saw that it had form. There was a rift where a part of the substance was folded +over. The exposed area was huge and roughly cylindrical; like a mammoth soft +blue-white stovepipe doubled in two, its largest part some two feet in diameter. +Still more I scraped, and then abruptly I leaped out of the hole and away from +the filthy thing; frantically unstopping and tilting the heavy carboys, and +precipitating their corrosive contents one after another down that charnel gulf +and upon this unthinkable abnormality whose titan elbow I had seen. + +The blinding maelstrom of greenish-yellow vapour which surged tempestuously +up from that hole as the floods of acid descended, will never leave my memory. +All along the hill people tell of the yellow day, when virulent and horrible fumes +arose from the factory waste dumped in the Providence River, but I know how +mistaken they are as to the source. They tell, too, of the hideous roar which at the +same time came from some disordered water-pipe or gas main underground - +but again I could correct them if I dared. It was unspeakably shocking, and I do +not see how I lived through it. I did faint after emptying the fourth carboy, which +I had to handle after the fumes had begun to penetrate my mask; but when I +recovered I saw that the hole was emitting no fresh vapours. + +The two remaining carboys I emptied down without particular result, and after a +time I felt it safe to shovel the earth back into the pit. It was twilight before I was +done, but fear had gone out of the place. The dampness was less foetid, and all + + + + +the strange fungi had withered to a kind of harmless greyish powder which blew +ashlike along the floor. One of earth's nethermost terrors had perished forever; +and if there be a hell, it had received at last the daemon soul of an unhallowed +thing. And as I patted down the last spadeful of mould, I shed the first of many +tears with which I have paid unaffected tribute to my beloved uncle's memory. + +The next spring no more pale grass and strange weeds came up in the shunned +house's terraced garden, and shortly afterward Carring ton Harris rented the +place. It it still spectral, but its strangeness fascinates me, and I shall find mixed +with my relief a queer regret when it is torn down to make way for a tawdry +shop or vulgar apartment building. The barren old trees in the yard have begun +to bear small, sweet apples, and last year the birds nested in their gnarled +boughs. + + + + +The Silver Key + +Written in 1926 + +Published January 1929 in Weird Tales + +When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams. Prior to +that time he had made up for the prosiness of life by nightly excursions to +strange and ancient cities beyond space, and lovely, unbelievable garden lands +across ethereal seas; but as middle age hardened upon him he felt those liberties +slipping away little by little, until at last he was cut off altogether. No more could +his galleys sail up the river Oukranos past the gilded spires of Thran, or his +elephant caravans tramp through perfumed jungles in Kled, where forgotten +palaces with veined ivory columns sleep lovely and unbroken under the moon. + +He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well- +meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, +and analyse the processes which shaped his thoughts and fancies. Wonder had +gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, +among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those +born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other. +Custom had dinned into his ears a superstitious reverence for that which +tangibly and physically exists, and had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in +visions. Wise men told him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and even +more absurd because their actors persist in fancying them full of meaning and +purpose as the blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and +from something back to nothing again, neither heeding nor knowing the wishes +or existence of the minds that flicker for a second now and then in the darkness. + +They had chained him down to things that are, and had then explained the +workings of those things till mystery had gone out of the world. When he +complained, and longed to escape into twilight realms where magic moulded all +the little vivid fragments and prized associations of his mind into vistas of +breathless expectancy and unquenchable delight, they turned him instead +toward the new-found prodigies of science, bidding him find wonder in the +atom's vortex and mystery in the sky's dimensions. And when he had failed to +find these boons in things whose laws are known and measurable, they told him +he lacked imagination, and was immature because he preferred dream-illusions +to the illusions of our physical creation. + +So Carter had tried to do as others did, and pretended that the common events +and emotions of earthy minds were more important than the fantasies of rare + + + + +and delicate souls. He did not dissent when they told him that the animal pain of +a stuck pig or dyspeptic ploughman in real life is a greater thing than the +peerless beauty of Narath with its hundred carven gates and domes of +chalcedony, which he dimly remembered from his dreams; and under their +guidance he cultivated a painstaking sense of pity and tragedy. + +Once in a while, though, he could not help seeing how shallow, fickle, and +meaningless all human aspirations are, and how emptily our real impulses +contrast with those pompous ideals we profess to hold. Then he would have +recourse to the polite laughter they had taught him to use against the +extravagance and artificiality of dreams; for he saw that the daily life of our +world is every inch as extravagant and artificial, and far less worthy of respect +because of its poverty in beauty and its silly reluctance to admit its own lack of +reason and purpose. In this way he became a kind of humorist, for he did not see +that even humour is empty in a mindless universe devoid of any true standard of +consistency or inconsistency. + +In the first days of his bondage he had turned to the gentle churchly faith +endeared to him by the naive trust of his fathers, for thence stretched mystic +avenues which seemed to promise escape from life. Only on closer view did he +mark the starved fancy and beauty, the stale and prosy triteness, and the owlish +gravity and grotesque claims of solid truth which reigned boresomely and +overwhelmingly among most of its professors; or feel to the full the +awkwardness with which it sought to keep alive as literal fact the outgrown fears +and guesses of a primal race confronting the unknown. It wearied Carter to see +how solemnly people tried to make earthly reality out of old myths which every +step of their boasted science confuted, and this misplaced seriousness killed the +attachment he might have kept for the ancient creeds had they been content to +offer the sonorous rites and emotional outlets in their true guise of ethereal +fantasy. + +But when he came to study those who had thrown off the old myths, he found +them even more ugly than those who had not. They did not know that beauty +lies in harmony, and that loveliness of life has no standard amidst an aimless +cosmos save only its harmony with the dreams and the feelings which have gone +before and blindly moulded our little spheres out of the rest of chaos. They did +not see that good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of +perspective, whose sole value lies in their linkage to what chance made our +fathers think and feel, and whose finer details are different for every race and +culture. Instead, they either denied these things altogether or transferred them to +the crude, vague instincts which they shared with the beasts and peasants; so +that their lives were dragged malodorously out in pain, ugliness, and +disproportion, yet filled with a ludicrous pride at having escaped from + + + + +something no more unsound than that which still held them. They had traded +the false gods of fear and blind piety for those of license and anarchy. + +Carter did not taste deeply of these modern freedoms; for their cheapness and +squalor sickened a spirit loving beauty alone while his reason rebelled at the +flimsy logic with which their champions tried to gild brute impulse with a +sacredness stripped from the idols they had discarded. He saw that most of +them, in common with their cast-off priestcraft, could not escape from the +delusion that life has a meaning apart from that which men dream into it; and +could not lay aside the crude notion of ethics and obligations beyond those of +beauty, even when all Nature shrieked of its unconsciousness and impersonal +unmorality in the light of their scientific discoveries. Warped and bigoted with +preconceived illusions of justice, freedom, and consistency, they cast off the old +lore and the old way with the old beliefs; nor ever stopped to think that that lore +and those ways were the sole makers of their present thoughts and judgments, +and the sole guides and standards in a meaningless universe without fixed aims +or stable points of reference. Having lost these artificial settings, their lives grew +void of direction and dramatic interest; till at length they strove to drown their +ennui in bustle and pretended usefulness, noise and excitement, barbaric display +and animal sensation. When these things palled, disappointed, or grew nauseous +through revulsion, they cultivated irony and bitterness, and found fault with the +social order. Never could they realize that their brute foundations were as +shifting and contradictory as the gods of their elders, and that the satisfaction of +one moment is the bane of the next. Calm, lasting beauty comes only in a dream, +and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it +threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence. + +Amidst this chaos of hollowness and unrest Carter tried to live as befitted a man +of keen thought and good heritage. With his dreams fading under the ridicule of +the age he could not believe in anything, but the love of harmony kept him close +to the ways of his race and station. He walked impassive through the cities of +men, and sighed because no vista seemed fully real; because every flash of +yellow sunlight on tall roofs and every glimpse of balustraded plazas in the first +lamps of evening served only to remind him of dreams he had once known, and +to make him homesick for ethereal lands he no longer knew how to find. Travel +was only a mockery; and even the Great War stirred him but little, though he +served from the first in the Foreign Legion of France. For a while he sought +friends, but soon grew weary of the crudeness of their emotions, and the +sameness and earthiness of their visions. He felt vaguely glad that all his +relatives were distant and out of touch with him, for they would not have +understood his mental life. That is, none but his grandfather and great-uncle +Christopher could, and they were long dead. + + + + +Then he began once more the writing of books, which he had left off when +dreams first failed him. But here, too, was there no satisfaction or fulfillment; for +the touch of earth was upon his mind, and he could not think of lovely things as +he had done of yore. Ironic humor dragged down all the twilight minarets he +reared, and the earthy fear of improbability blasted all the delicate and amazing +flowers in his faery gardens. The convention of assumed pity spilt mawkishness +on his characters, while the myth of an important reality and significant human +events and emotions debased all his high fantasy into thin-veiled allegory and +cheap social satire. His new novels were successful as his old ones had never +been; and because he knew how empty they must be to please an empty herd, he +burned them and ceased his writing. They were very graceful novels, in which +he urbanely laughed at the dreams he lightly sketched; but he saw that their +sophistication had sapped all their life away. + +It was after this that he cultivated deliberate illusion, and dabbled in the notions +of the bizarre and the eccentric as an antidote for the commonplace. Most of +these, however, soon showed their poverty and barrenness; and he saw that the +popular doctrines of occultism are as dry and inflexible as those of science, yet +without even the slender palliative of truth to redeem them. Gross stupidity, +falsehood, and muddled thinking are not dream; and form no escape from life to +a mind trained above their own level. So Carter bought stranger books and +sought out deeper and more terrible men of fantastic erudition; delving into +arcana of consciousness that few have trod, and learning things about the secret +pits of life, legend, and immemorial antiquity which disturbed him ever +afterward. He decided to live on a rarer plane, and furnished his Boston home to +suit his changing moods; one room for each, hung in appropriate colours, +furnished with befitting books and objects, and provided with sources of the +proper sensations of light, heat, sound, taste, and odour. + +Once he heard of a man in the south, who was shunned and feared for the +blasphemous things he read in prehistoric books and clay tablets smuggled from +India and Arabia. Him he visited, living with him and sharing his studies for +seven years, till horror overtook them one midnight in an unknown and archaic +graveyard, and only one emerged where two had entered. Then he went back to +Arkham, the terrible witch-haunted old town of his forefathers in New England, +and had experiences in the dark, amidst the hoary willows and tottering gambrel +roofs, which made him seal forever certain pages in the diary of a wild-minded +ancestor. But these horrors took him only to the edge of reality, and were not of +the true dream country he had known in youth; so that at fifty he despaired of +any rest or contentment in a world grown too busy for beauty and too shrewd +for dreams. + + + + +Having perceived at last the hollowness and futility of real things. Carter spent +his days in retirement, and in wistful disjointed memories of his dream-filled +youth. He thought it rather silly that he bothered to keep on living at all, and got +from a South American acquaintance a very curious liquid to take him to +oblivion without suffering. Inertia and force of habit, however, caused him to +defer action; and he lingered indecisively among thoughts of old times, taking +down the strange hangings from his walls and refitting the house as it was in his +early boyhood - purple panes, Victorian furniture, and all. + +With the passage of time he became almost glad he had lingered, for his relics of +youth and his cleavage from the world made life and sophistication seem very +distant and unreal; so much so that a touch of magic and expectancy stole back +into his nightly slumbers. For years those slumbers had known only such twisted +reflections of every-day things as the commonest slumbers know, but now there +returned a flicker of something stranger and wilder; something of vaguely +awesome imminence which took the form of tensely clear pictures from his +childhood days, and made him think of little inconsequential things he had long +forgotten. He would often awake calling for his mother and grandfather, both in +their graves a quarter of a century. + +Then one night his grandfather reminded him of the key. The grey old scholar, as +vivid as in life, spoke long and earnestly of their ancient line, and of the strange +visions of the delicate and sensitive men who composed it. He spoke of the +flame-eyed Crusader who learnt wild secrets of the Saracens that held him +captive; and of the first Sir Randolph Carter who studied magic when Elizabeth +was queen. He spoke, too, of that Edmund Carter who had just escaped hanging +in the Salem witchcraft, and who had placed in an antique box a great silver key +handed down from his ancestors. Before Carter awaked, the gentle visitant had +told him where to find that box; that carved oak box of archaic wonder whose +grotesque lid no hand had raised for two centuries. + +In the dust and shadows of the great attic he found it, remote and forgotten at the +back of a drawer in a tall chest. It was about a foot square, and its Gothic +carvings were so fearful that he did not marvel no person since Edmund Carter +had dared to open it. It gave forth no noise when shaken, but was mystic with +the scent of unremembered spices. That it held a key was indeed only a dim +legend, and Randolph Carter's father had never known such a box existed. It was +bound in rusty iron, and no means was provided for working the formidable +lock. Carter vaguely understood that he would find within it some key to the lost +gate of dreams, but of where and how to use it his grandfather had told him +nothing. + + + + +An old servant forced the carven lid, shaking as he did so at the hideous faces +leering from the blackened wood, and at some unplaced familiarity. Inside, +wrapped in a discoloured parchment, was a huge key of tarnished silver covered +with cryptical arabesques; but of any legible explanation there was none. The +parchment was voluminous, and held only the strange hieroglyphs of an +unknown tongue written with an antique reed. Carter recognized the characters +as those he had seen on a certain papyrus scroll belonging to that terrible scholar +of the South who had vanished one midmght in a nameless cemetery. The man +had always shivered when he read this scroll, and Carter shivered now. + +But he cleaned the key, and kept it by him nightly in its aromatic box of ancient +oak. His dreams were meanwhile increasing in vividness, and though showing +him none of the strange cities and incredible gardens of the old days, were +assuming a definite cast whose purpose could not be mistaken. They were +calling him back along the years, and with the mingled wills of all his fathers +were pulling him toward some hidden and ancestral source. Then he knew he +must go into the past and merge himself with old things, and day after day he +thought of the hills to the north where haunted Arkham and the rushing +Miskatonic and the lonely rustic homestead of his people lay. + +In the brooding fire of autumn Carter took the old remembered way past +graceful lines of rolling hill and stone-walled meadow, distant vale and hanging +woodland, curving road and nestling farmstead, and the crystal windings of the +Miskatonic, crossed here and there by rustic bridges of wood or stone. At one +bend he saw the group of giant elms among which an ancestor had oddly +vanished a century and a half before, and shuddered as the wind blew +meaningly through them. Then there was the crumbling farmhouse of old Goody +Fowler the witch, with its little evil windows and great roof sloping nearly to the +ground on the north side. He speeded up his car as he passed it, and did not +slacken till he had mounted the hill where his mother and her fathers before her +were born, and where the old white house still looked proudly across the road at +the breathlessly lovely panorama of rocky slope and verdant valley, with the +distant spires of Kingsport on the horizon, and hints of the archaic, dream-laden +sea in the farthest background. + +Then came the steeper slope that held the old Carter place he had not seen in +over forty years. Afternoon was far gone when he reached the foot, and at the +bend half way up he paused to scan the outspread countryside golden and +glorified in the slanting floods of magic poured out by a western sun. All the +strangeness and expectancy of his recent dreams seemed present in this hushed +and unearthly landscape, and he thought of the unknown solitudes of other +planets as his eyes traced out the velvet and deserted lawns shining undulant +between their tumbled walls, and clumps of faery forest setting off far lines of + + + + +purple hills beyond hills, and the spectral wooded valley dipping down in +shadow to dank hollows where trickling waters crooned and gurgled among +swollen and distorted roots. + +Something made him feel that motors did not belong in the realm he was +seeking, so he left his car at the edge of the forest, and putting the great key in his +coat pocket walked on up the hill. Woods now engulfed him utterly, though he +knew the house was on a high knoll that cleared the trees except to the north. He +wondered how it would look, for it had been left vacant and untended through +his neglect since the death of his strange great-uncle Christopher thirty years +before. In his boyhood he had revelled through long visits there, and had found +weird marvels in the woods beyond the orchard. + +Shadows thickened around him, for the night was near. Once a gap in the trees +opened up to the right, so that he saw off across leagues of twilight meadow and +spied the old Congregational steeple on Central Hill in Kingsport; pink with the +last flush of day, the panes of the little round windows blazing with reflected +fire. Then, when he was in deep shadow again, he recalled with a start that the +glimpse must have come from childish memory alone, since the old white church +had long been torn down to make room for the Congregational Hospital. He had +read of it with interest, for the paper had told about some strange burrows or +passages found in the rocky hill beneath. + +Through his puzzlement a voice piped, and he started again at its familiarity +after long years. Old Benijah Corey had been his Uncle Christopher's hired man, +and was aged even in those far-off times of his boyhood visits. Now he must be +well over a hundred, but that piping voice could come from no one else. He +could distinguish no words, yet the tone was haunting and unmistakable. To +think that "Old Benijy" should still be aHve! + +"Mister Randy! Mister Randy! Wharbe ye? D'ye want to skeer yer Aunt Marthy +plumb to death? Hain't she tuld ye to keep nigh the place in the arternoon an' git +back afur dark? Randy! Ran. . . dee!. . . He's the beatin'est boy fer runnin' off in the +woods I ever see; haff the time a-settin' moonin' raound that snake-den in the +upper timberlot! . . . Hey yew. Ran . . . dee!" + +Randolph Carter stopped in the pitch darkness and rubbed his hand across his +eyes. Something was queer. He had been somewhere he ought not to be; had +strayed very far away to places where he had not belonged, and was now +inexcusably late. He had not noticed the time on the Kingsport steeple, though he +could easily have made it out with his pocket telescope; but he knew his lateness +was something very strange and unprecedented. He was not sure he had his +little telescope with him, and put his hand in his blouse pocket to see. No, it was + + + + +not there, but there was the big silver key he had found in a box somewhere. +Uncle Chris had told him something odd once about an old unopened box with a +key in it, but Aunt Martha had stopped the story abruptly, saying it was no kind +of thing to tell a child whose head was already too full of queer fancies. He tried +to recall just where he had found the key, but something seemed very confused. +He guessed it was in the attic at home in Boston, and dimly remembered bribing +Parks with half his week's allowance to help him open the box and keep quiet +about it; but when he remembered this, the face of Parks came up very strangely, +as if the wrinkles of long years had fallen upon the brisk little Cockney. + +"Ran ... dee! Ran ... dee! Hi! Hi! Randy!" + +A swaying lantern came around the black bend, and old Benijah pounced on the +silent and bewildered form of the pilgrim. + +"Durn ye, boy, so thar ye be! Ain't ye got a tongue in yer head, that ye can't +answer a body! I ben callin' this haff hour, an' ye must a heerd me long ago! +Dun't ye know yer Aunt Marthy's all a-fidget over yer bein' off arter dark? Wait +till I tell yer Uncle Chris when he gits hum! Ye'd orta know these here woods +ain't no fitten place to be traipsin' this hour! They's things abroad what dun't do +nobody no good, as my gran'-sir knowed afur me. Come, Mister Randy, or +Hannah wunt keep supper no longer!" + +So Randolph Carter was marched up the road where wondering stars glimmered +through high autumn boughs. And dogs barked as the yellow light of small- +paned windows shone out at the farther turn, and the Pleiades twinkled across +the open knoll where a great gambrel roof stood black against the dim west. +Aunt Martha was in the doorway, and did not scold too hard when Benijah +shoved the truant in. She knew Uncle Chris well enough to expect such things of +the Carter blood. Randolph did not show his key, but ate his supper in silence +and protested only when bedtime came. He sometimes dreamed better when +awake, and he wanted to use that key. + +In the morning Randolph was up early, and would have run off to the upper +timberlot if Uncle Chris had not caught him and forced him into his chair by the +breakfast table. He looked impatiently around the low-pitched room with the rag +carpet and exposed beams and corner-posts, and smiled only when the orchard +boughs scratched at the leaded panes of the rear window. The trees and the hills +were close to him, and formed the gates of that timeless realm which was his true +country. + +Then, when he was free, he felt in his blouse pocket for the key; and being +reassured, skipped off across the orchard to the rise beyond, where the wooded + + + + +hill climbed again to heights above even the treeless knoll. The floor of the forest +was mossy and mysterious, and great lichened rocks rose vaguely here and there +in the dim light like Druid monoliths among the swollen and twisted trunks of a +sacred grove. Once in his ascent Randolph crossed a rushing stream whose falls a +little way off sang runic incantations to the lurking fauns and aegipans and +dryads. + +Then he came to the strange cave in the forest slope, the dreaded "snake-den" +which country folk shunned, and away from which Benijah had warned him +again and again. It was deep; far deeper than anyone but Randolph suspected, +for the boy had found a fissure in the farthermost black corner that led to a loftier +grotto beyond - a haunting sepulchral place whose granite walls held a curious +illusion of conscious artifice. On this occasion he crawled in as usual, lighting his +way with matches filched from the sitting-room matchsafe, and edging through +the final crevice with an eagerness hard to explain even to himself. He could not +tell why he approached the farther wall so confidently, or why he instinctively +drew forth the great silver key as he did so. But on he went, and when he danced +back to the house that night he offered no excuses for his lateness, nor heeded in +the least the reproofs he gained for ignoring the noon-tide dinner-horn +altogether. + +Now it is agreed by all the distant relatives of Randolph Carter that something +occurred to heighten his imagination in his tenth year. His cousin, Ernest B. +Aspinwall, Esq., of Chicago, is fully ten years his senior; and distinctly recalls a +change in the boy after the autumn of 1883. Randolph had looked on scenes of +fantasy that few others can ever have beheld, and stranger still were some of the +qualities which he showed in relation to very mundane things. He seemed, in +fine, to have picked up an odd gift of prophecy; and reacted unusually to things +which, though at the time without meaning, were later found to justify the +singular impressions. In subsequent decades as new inventions, new names, and +new events appeared one by one in the book of history, people would now and +then recall wonderingly how Carter had years before let fall some careless word +of undoubted connection with what was then far in the future. He did not +himself understand these words, or know why certain things made him feel +certain emotions; but fancied that some unremembered dream must be +responsible. It was as early as 1897 that he turned pale when some traveller +mentioned the French town of Belloy-en-Santerre, and friends remembered it +when he was almost mortally wounded there in 1916, while serving with the +Foreign Legion in the Great War. + +Carter's relatives talk much of these things because he has lately disappeared. +His little old servant Parks, who for years bore patiently with his vagaries, last +saw him on the morning he drove off alone in his car with a key he had recently + + + + +found. Parks had helped him get the key from the old box containing it, and had +felt strangely affected by the grotesque carvings on the box, and by some other +odd quality he could not name. When Carter left, he had said he was going to +visit his old ancestral country around Arkham. + +Half way up Elm Mountain, on the way to the ruins of the old Carter place, they +found his motor set carefully by the roadside; and in it was a box of fragrant +wood with carvings that frightened the countrymen who stumbled on it. The box +held only a queer parchment whose characters no linguist or palaeographer has +been able to decipher or identify. Rain had long effaced any possible footprints, +though Boston investigators had something to say about evidences of +disturbances among the fallen timbers of the Carter place. It was, they averred, +as though someone had groped about the ruins at no distant period. A common +white handkerchief found among forest rocks on the hillside beyond cannot be +identified as belonging to the missing man. + +There is talk of apportioning Randolph Carter's estate among his heirs, but I shall +stand firmly against this course because I do not believe he is dead. There are +twists of time and space, of vision and reality, which only a dreamer can divine; +and from what I know of Carter I think he has merely found a way to traverse +these mazes. Whether or not he will ever come back, I cannot say. He wanted the +lands of dream he had lost, and yearned for the days of his childhood. Then he +found a key, and I somehow believe he was able to use it to strange advantage. + +I shall ask him when I see him, for I expect to meet him shortly in a certain +dream-city we both used to haunt. It is rumoured in Ulthar, beyond the River +Skai, that a new king reigns on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that fabulous town of +turrets atop the hollow cliffs of glass overlooking the twilight sea wherein the +bearded and finny Gnorri build their singular labyrinths, and I believe I know +how to interpret this rumour. Certainly, I look forward impatiently to the sight of +that great silver key, for in its cryptical arabesques there may stand symbolised +all the aims and mysteries of a blindly impersonal cosmos. + + + + +The Statement of Randolph Carter + +Written in 1919 + +Published in May of 1920 in The Vagrant + +I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here +forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate +the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more than I have said already. +Everything that I can remember, I have told you with perfect candour. Nothing +has been distorted or concealed, and if anything remains vague, it is only +because of the dark cloud which has come over my mind — that cloud and the +nebulous nature of the horrors which brought it upon me. + +Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think — +almost hope — that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a +thing. It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial +sharer of his terrible researches into the unknown. I will not deny, though my +memory is uncertain and indistinct, that this witness of yours may have seen us +together as he says, on the Gainsville pike, walking toward Big Cypress Swamp, +at half past 11 on that awful night. That we bore electric lanterns, spades, and a +curious coil of wire with attached instruments, I will even affirm; for these things +all played a part in the single hideous scene which remains burned into my +shaken recollection. But of what followed, and of the reason I was found alone +and dazed on the edge of the swamp next morning, I must insist that I know +nothing save what I have told you over and over again. You say to me that there +is nothing in the swamp or near it which could form the setting of that frightful +episode. I reply that I knew nothing beyond what I saw. Vision or nightmare it +may have been — vision or nightmare I fervently hope it was — yet it is all that +my mind retains of what took place in those shocking hours after we left the +sight of men. And why Harley Warren did not return, he or his shade — or some +nameless thing I cannot describe — alone can tell. + +As I have said before, the weird studies of Harley Warren were well known to +me, and to some extent shared by me. Of his vast collection of strange, rare books +on forbidden subjects I have read all that are written in the languages of which I +am master; but these are few as compared with those in languages I cannot +understand. Most, I believe, are in Arabic; and the fiend-inspired book which +brought on the end — the book which he carried in his pocket out of the world +— was written in characters whose like I never saw elsewhere. Warren would +never tell me just what was in that book. As to the nature of our studies — must I +say again that I no longer retain full comprehension? It seems to me rather + + + + +merciful that I do not, for they were terrible studies, which I pursued more +through reluctant fascination than through actual inclination. Warren always +dominated me, and sometimes I feared him. I remember how I shuddered at his +facial expression on the night before the awful happening, when he talked so +incessantly of his theory, why certain corpses never decay, but rest firm and fat +in their tombs for a thousand years. But I do not fear him now, for I suspect that +he has known horrors beyond my ken. Now I fear for him. + +Once more I say that I have no clear idea of our object on that night. Certainly, it +had much to do with something in the book which Warren carried with him — +that ancient book in undecipherable characters which had come to him from +India a month before — but I swear I do not know what it was that we expected +to find. Your witness says he saw us at half past 11 on the Gainsville pike, +headed for Big Cypress Swamp. This is probably true, but I have no distinct +memory of it. The picture seared into my soul is of one scene only, and the hour +must have been long after midnight; for a waning crescent moon was high in the +vaporous heavens. + +The place was an ancient cemetery; so ancient that I trembled at the manifold +signs of immemorial years. It was in a deep, damp hollow, overgrown with rank +grass, moss, and curious creeping weeds, and filled with a vague stench which +my idle fancy associated absurdly with rotting stone. On every hand were the +signs of neglect and decrepitude, and I seemed haunted by the notion that +Warren and I were the first living creatures to invade a lethal silence of centuries. +Over the valley's rim a wan, waning crescent moon peered through the noisome +vapors that seemed to emanate from unheard of catacombs, and by its feeble, +wavering beams I could distinguish a repellent array of antique slabs, urns, +cenotaphs, and mausoleum facades; all crumbling, moss-grown, and moisture- +stained, and partly concealed by the gross luxuriance of the unhealthy +vegetation. + +My first vivid impression of my own presence in this terrible necropolis concerns +the act of pausing with Warren before a certain half-obliterated sepulcher and of +throwing down some burdens which we seemed to have been carrying. I now +observed that I had with me an electric lantern and two spades, whilst my +companion was supplied with a similar lantern and a portable telephone outfit. +No word was uttered, for the spot and the task seemed known to us; and without +delay we seized our spades and commenced to clear away the grass, weeds, and +drifted earth from the flat, archaic mortuary. After uncovering the entire surface, +which consisted of three immense granite slabs, we stepped back some distance +to survey the charnel scene; and Warren appeared to make some mental +calculations. Then he returned to the sepulcher, and using his spade as a lever, +sought to pry up the slab lying nearest to a stony ruin which may have been a + + + + +monument in its day. He did not succeed, and motioned to me to come to his +assistance. Finally our combined strength loosened the stone, which we raised +and tipped to one side. + +The removal of the slab revealed a black aperture, from which rushed an +effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that we started back in horror. After an +interval, however, we approached the pit again, and found the exhalations less +unbearable. Our lanterns disclosed the top of a flight of stone steps, dripping +with some detestable ichor of the inner earth, and bordered by moist walls +encrusted with niter. And now for the first time my memory records verbal +discourse, Warren addressing me at length in his mellow tenor voice; a voice +singularly unperturbed by our awesome surroundings. + +"I'm sorry to have to ask you to stay on the surface," he said, "but it would be a +crime to let anyone with your frail nerves go down there. You can't imagine, +even from what you have read and from what I've told you, the things I shall +have to see and do. It's fiendish work. Carter, and I doubt if any man without +ironclad sensibilities could ever see it through and come up alive and sane. I +don't wish to offend you, and Heaven knows I'd be glad enough to have you +with me; but the responsibility is in a certain sense mine, and I couldn't drag a +bundle of nerves like you down to probable death or madness. I tell you, you +can't imagine what the thing is really like! But I promise to keep you informed +over the telephone of every move — you see I've enough wire here to reach to +the center of the earth and back!" + +I can still hear, in memory, those coolly spoken words; and I can still remember +my remonstrances. I seemed desperately anxious to accompany my friend into +those sepulchral depths, yet he proved inflexibly obdurate. At one time he +threatened to abandon the expedition if I remained insistent; a threat which +proved effective, since he alone held the key to the thing. All this I can still +remember, though I no longer know what manner of thing we sought. After he +had obtained my reluctant acquiescence in his design, Warren picked up the reel +of wire and adjusted the instruments. At his nod I took one of the latter and +seated myself upon an aged, discolored gravestone close by the newly uncovered +aperture. Then he shook my hand, shouldered the coil of wire, and disappeared +within that indescribable ossuary. + +For a minute I kept sight of the glow of his lantern, and heard the rustle of the +wire as he laid it down after him; but the glow soon disappeared abruptly, as if a +turn in the stone staircase had been encountered, and the sound died away +almost as quickly. I was alone, yet bound to the unknown depths by those magic +strands whose insulated surface lay green beneath the struggling beams of that +waning crescent moon. + + + + +I constantly consulted my watch by the light of my electric lantern, and listened +with feverish anxiety at the receiver of the telephone; but for more than a quarter +of an hour heard nothing. Then a faint clicking came from the instrument, and I +called down to my friend in a tense voice. Apprehensive as I was, I was +nevertheless unprepared for the words which came up from that uncanny vault +in accents more alarmed and quivering than any I had heard before from Harley +Warren. He who had so calmly left me a little while previously, now called from +below in a shaky whisper more portentous than the loudest shriek: + +"God! If you could see what I am seeing!" + +I could not answer. Speechless, I could only wait. Then came the frenzied tones +again: + +"Carter, it's terrible — monstrous — unbelievable!" + +This time my voice did not fail me, and I poured into the transmitter a flood of +excited questions. Terrified, I continued to repeat, "Warren, what is it? What is +it?" + +Once more came the voice of my friend, still hoarse with fear, and now +apparently tinged with despair: + +"I can't tell you. Carter! It's too utterly beyond thought — I dare not tell you — +no man could know it and live — Great God! I never dreamed of this!" + +Stillness again, save for my now incoherent torrent of shuddering inquiry. Then +the voice of Warren in a pitch of wilder consternation: + +"Carter! for the love of God, put back the slab and get out of this if you can! +Quick! — leave everything else and make for the outside — it's your only +chance! Do as I say, and don't ask me to explain!" + +I heard, yet was able only to repeat my frantic questions. Around me were the +tombs and the darkness and the shadows; below me, some peril beyond the +radius of the human imagination. But my friend was in greater danger than I, +and through my fear I felt a vague resentment that he should deem me capable +of deserting him under such circumstances. More clicking, and after a pause a +piteous cry from Warren: + +"Beat it! For God's sake, put back the slab and beat it. Carter!" + +Something in the boyish slang of my evidently stricken companion unleashed +my faculties. I formed and shouted a resolution, "Warren, brace up! I'm coming + + + + +down!" But at this offer the tone of my auditor changed to a scream of utter +despair: + +"Don't! You can't understand! It's too late — and my own fault. Put back the slab +and run — there's nothing else you or anyone can do now!" + +The tone changed again, this time acquiring a softer quality, as of hopeless +resignation. Yet it remained tense through anxiety for me. + +"Quick - before it's too late!" + +I tried not to heed him; tried to break through the paralysis which held me, and +to fulfil my vow to rush down to his aid. But his next whisper found me still held +inert in the chains of stark horror. + +"Carter — hurry! It's no use — you must go — better one than two — the slab — + + + +A pause, more clicking, then the faint voice of Warren: + +"Nearly over now — don't make it harder — cover up those damned steps and +run for your life — you're losing time — so long. Carter — won't see you again." + +Here Warren's whisper swelled into a cry; a cry that gradually rose to a shriek +fraught with all the horror of the ages — + +"Curse these hellish things - legions - My God! Beat it! Beat it! BEAT IT!" + +After that was silence. I know not how many interminable eons I sat stupefied; +whispering, muttering, calling, screaming into that telephone. Over and over +again through those eons I whispered and muttered, called, shouted, and +screamed, "Warren! Warren! Answer me — are you there?" + +And then there came to me the crowning horror of all — the unbelievable, +unthinkable, almost unmentionable thing. I have said that eons seemed to elapse +after Warren shrieked forth his last despairing warning, and that only my own +cries now broke the hideous silence. But after a while there was a further clicking +in the receiver, and I strained my ears to listen. Again I called down, "Warren, +are you there?" and in answer heard the thing which has brought this cloud over +my mind. I do not try, gentlemen, to account for that thing — that voice — nor +can I venture to describe it in detail, since the first words took away my +consciousness and created a mental blank which reaches to the time of my +awakening in the hospital. Shall I say that the voice was deep; hollow; +gelatinous; remote; unearthly; inhuman; disembodied? What shall I say? It was + + + + +the end of my experience, and is the end of my story. I heard it, and knew no +more — heard it as I sat petrified in that unknown cemetery in the hollow, +amidst the crumbling stones and the falling tombs, the rank vegetation and the +miasmal vapors — heard it well up from the innermost depths of that damnable +open sepulcher as I watched amorphous, necrophagous shadows dance beneath +an accursed waning moon. + +And this is what it said: + +"You fool, Warren is DEAD!" + + + + +The Strange High House in the Mist + +Written November 9,1926 + +Published October 1931 in Weird Tales + +In the morning, mist comes up from the sea by the cliffs beyond Kingsport. +White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of +dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And later, in still summer rains +on the steep roofs of poets, the clouds scatter bits of those dreams, that men shall +not live without rumor of old strange secrets, and wonders that planets tell +planets alone in the night. When tales fly thick in the grottoes of tritons, and +conchs in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder Ones, then great +eager mists flock to heaven laden with lore, and oceanward eyes on tile rocks see +only a mystic whiteness, as if the cliff's rim were the rim of all earth, and the +solemn bells of buoys tolled free in the aether of faery. + +Now north of archaic Kingsport the crags climb lofty and curious, terrace on +terrace, till the northernmost hangs in the sky like a gray frozen wind-cloud. +Alone it is, a bleak point jutting in limitless space, for there the coast turns sharp +where the great Miskatonic pours out of the plains past Arkham, bringing +woodland legends and little quaint memories of New England's hills. The sea- +folk of Kingsport look up at that cliff as other sea-folk look up at the pole-star, +and time the night's watches by the way it hides or shows the Great Bear, +Cassiopeia and the Dragon. Among them it is one with the firmament, and truly, +it is hidden from them when the mist hides the stars or the sun. + +Some of the cliffs they love, as that whose grotesque profile they call Father +Neptune, or that whose pillared steps they term "The Causeway"; but this one +they fear because it is so near the sky. The Portuguese sailors coming in from a +voyage cross themselves when they first see it, and the old Yankees believe it +would be a much graver matter than death to climb it, if indeed that were +possible. Nevertheless there is an ancient house on that cliff, and at evening men +see lights in the small-paned windows. + +The ancient house has always been there, and people say One dwells within who +talks with the morning mists that come up from the deep, and perhaps sees +singular things oceanward at those times when the cliff's rim becomes the rim of +all earth, and solemn buoys toll free in the white aether of faery. This they tell +from hearsay, for that forbidding crag is always unvisited, and natives dislike to +train telescopes on it. Summer boarders have indeed scanned it with jaunty +binoculars, but have never seen more than the gray primeval roof, peaked and + + + + +shingled, whose eaves come nearly to the gray foundations, and the dim yellow +light of the little windows peeping out from under those eaves in the dusk. These +summer people do not believe that the same One has lived in the ancient house +for hundreds of years, but can not prove their heresy to any real Kingsporter. +Even the Terrible Old Man who talks to leaden pendulums in bottles, buys +groceries with centuried Spanish gold, and keeps stone idols in the yard of his +antediluvian cottage in Water Street can only say these things were the same +when his grandfather was a boy, and that must have been inconceivable ages +ago, when Belcher or Shirley or Pownall or Bernard was Governor of His +Majesty's Province of the Massachusetts-Bay. + +Then one summer there came a philosopher into Kingsport. His name was +Thomas Olney, and he taught ponderous things in a college by Narragansett Bay. +With stout wife and romping children he came, and his eyes were weary with +seeing the same things for many years, and thinking the same well-disciplined +thoughts. He looked at the mists from the diadem of Father Neptune, and tried +to walk into their white world of mystery along the titan steps of The Causeway. +Morning after morning he would lie on the cliffs and look over the world's rim at +the cryptical aether beyond, listening to spectral bells and the wild cries of what +might have been gulls. Then, when the mist would lift and the sea stand out +prosy with the smoke of steamers, he would sigh and descend to the town, +where he loved to thread the narrow olden lanes up and down hill, and study +the crazy tottering gables and odd-pillared doorways which had sheltered so +many generations of sturdy sea-folk. And he even talked with the Terrible Old +Man, who was not fond of strangers, and was invited into his fearsomely archaic +cottage where low ceilings and wormy panelling hear the echoes of disquieting +soliloquies in the dark small hours. + +Of course it was inevitable that Olney should mark the gray unvisited cottage in +the sky, on that sinister northward crag which is one with the mists and the +firmament. Always over Kingsport it hung, and always its mystery sounded in +whispers through + +Kingsport's crooked alleys. The Terrible Old Man wheezed a tale that his father +had told him, of lightning that shot one night up from that peaked cottage to the +clouds of higher heaven; and Granny Orne, whose tiny gambrel-roofed abode in +Ship Street is all covered with moss and ivy, croaked over something her +grandmother had heard at second-hand, about shapes that flapped out of the +eastern mists straight into the narrow single door of that unreachable place - for +the door is set close to the edge of the crag toward the ocean, and glimpsed only +from ships at sea. + + + + +At length, being avid for new strange things and held back by neither the +Kingsporter's fear nor the summer boarder's usual indolence, Olney made a very +terrible resolve. Despite a conservative training - or because of it, for humdrum +lives breed wistful longings of the unknown - he swore a great oath to scale that +avoided northern cliff and visit the abnormally antique gray cottage in the sky. +Very plausibly his saner self argued that the place must be tenanted by people +who reached it from inland along the easier ridge beside the Miskatonic's +estuary. Probably they traded in Arkham, knowing how little Kingsport liked +their habitation or perhaps being unable to climb down the cliff on the Kingsport +side. Olney walked out along the lesser cliffs to where the great crag leaped +insolently up to consort with celestial things, and became very sure that no +human feet could mount it or descend it on that beetling southern slope. East +and north it rose thousands of feet perpendicular from the water so only the +western side, inland and toward Arkham, remained. + +One early morning in August Olney set out to find a path to the inaccessible +pinnacle. He worked northwest along pleasant back roads, past Hooper's Pond +and the old brick powder-house to where the pastures slope up to the ridge +above the Miskatonic and give a lovely vista of Arkham's white Georgian +steeples across leagues of river and meadow. Here he found a shady road to +Arkham, but no trail at all in the seaward direction he wished. Woods and fields +crowded up to the high bank of the river's mouth, and bore not a sign of man's +presence; not even a stone wall or a straying cow, but only the tall grass and +giant trees and tangles of briars that the first Indian might have seen. As he +climbed slowly east, higher and higher above the estuary on his left and nearer +and nearer the sea, he found the way growing in difficulty till he wondered how +ever the dwellers in that disliked place managed to reach the world outside, and +whether they came often to market in Arkham. + +Then the trees thinned, and far below him on his right he saw the hills and +antique roofs and spires of Kingsport. Even Central Hill was a dwarf from this +height, and he could just make out the ancient graveyard by the Congregational +Hospital beneath which rumor said some terrible caves or burrows lurked. +Ahead lay sparse grass and scrub blueberry bushes, and beyond them the naked +rock of the crag and the thin peak of the dreaded gray cottage. Now the ridge +narrowed, and Olney grew dizzy at his loneness in the sky, south of him the +frightful precipice above Kingsport, north of him the vertical drop of nearly a +mile to the river's mouth. Suddenly a great chasm opened before him, ten feet +deep, so that he had to let himself down by his hands and drop to a slanting +floor, and then crawl perilously up a natural defile in the opposite wall. So this +was the way the folk of the uncanny house journeyed betwixt earth and sky! + + + + +When he chmbed out of the chasm a morning mist was gathering, but he clearly +saw the lofty and unhallowed cottage ahead; walls as gray as the rock, and high +peak standing bold against the milky white of the seaward vapors. And he +perceived that there was no door on this landward end, but only a couple of +small lattice windows with dingy bull's-eye panes leaded in seventeenth century +fashion. All around him was cloud and chaos, and he could see nothing below +the whiteness of illimitable space. He was alone in the sky with this queer and +very disturbing house; and when he sidled around to the front and saw that the +wall stood flush with the cliff's edge, so that the single narrow door was not to be +reached save from the empty aether, he felt a distinct terror that altitude could +not wholly explain. And it was very odd that shingles so worm-eaten could +survive, or bricks so crumbled still form a standing chimney. + +As the mist thickened, Olney crept around to the windows on the north and west +and south sides, trying them but finding them all locked. He was vaguely glad +they were locked, because the more he saw of that house the less he wished to +get in. Then a sound halted him. He heard a lock rattle and a bolt shoot, and a +long creaking follow as if a heavy door were slowly and cautiously opened. This +was on the oceanward side that he could not see, where the narrow portal +opened on blank space thousands of feet in the misty sky above the waves. + +Then there was heavy, deliberate tramping in the cottage, and Olney heard the +windows opening, first on the north side opposite him, and then on the west just +around the corner. Next would come the south windows, under the great low +eaves on the side where he stood; and it must be said that he was more than +uncomfortable as he thought of the detestable house on one side and the vacancy +of upper air on the other. When a fumbling came in the nearer casements he +crept around to the west again, flattening himself against the wall beside the now +opened windows. It was plain that the owner had come home; but he had not +come from the land, nor from any balloon or airship that could be imagined. +Steps sounded again, and Olney edged round to the north; but before he could +find a haven a voice called softly, and he knew he must confront his host. + +Stuck out of the west window was a great black-bearded face whose eyes were +phosphorescent with the imprint of unheard-of sights. But the voice was gentle, +and of a quaint olden kind, so that Olney did not shudder when a brown hand +reached out to help him over the sill and into that low room of black oak +wainscots and carved Tudor furnishings. The man was clad in very ancient +garments, and had about him an unplaceable nimbus of sea-lore and dreams of +tall galleons. Olney does not recall many of the wonders he told, or even who he +was; but says that he was strange and kindly, and filled with the magic of +unfathomed voids of time and space. The small room seemed green with a dim + + + + +aqueous light, and Olney saw that the far windows to the east were not open, but +shut against the misty aether with dull panes like the bottoms of old bottles. + +That bearded host seemed young, yet looked out of eyes steeped in the elder +mysteries; and from the tales of marvelous ancient things he related, it must be +guessed that the village folk were right in saying he had communed with the +mists of the sea and the clouds of the sky ever since there was any village to +watch his taciturn dwelling from the plain below. And the day wore on, and still +Olney listened to rumors of old times and far places, and heard how the kings of +Atlantis fought with the slippery blasphemies that wriggled out of rifts in +ocean's floor, and how the pillared and weedy temple of Poseidon is still +glimpsed at midnight by lost ships, who knew by its sight that they are lost. +Years of the Titans were recalled, but the host grew timid when he spoke of the +dim first age of chaos before the gods or even the Elder Ones were born, and +when the other gods came to dance on the peak of Hatheg-Kia in the stony desert +near Ulthar, beyond the River Skai. + +It was at this point that there came a knocking on the door; that ancient door of +nail-studded oak beyond which lay only the abyss of white cloud. Olney started +in fright, but the bearded man motioned him to be still, and tiptoed to the door to +look out through a very small peephole. What he saw he did not like, so pressed +his fingers to his lips and tiptoed around to shut and lock all the windows before +returning to the ancient settle beside his guest. Then Olney saw lingering against +the translucent squares of each of the little dim windows in succession a queer +black outline as the caller moved inquisitively about before leaving; and he was +glad his host had not answered the knocking. For there are strange objects in the +great abyss, and the seeker of dreams must take care not to stir up or meet the +wrong ones. + +Then the shadows began to gather; first little furtive ones under the table, and +then bolder ones in the dark panelled corners. And the bearded man made +enigmatical gestures of prayer, and lit tall candles in curiously wrought brass +candle-sticks. Frequently he would glance at the door as if he expected some one, +and at length his glance seemed answered by a singular rapping which must +have followed some very ancient and secret code. This time he did not even +glance through the peep-hole, but swung the great oak bar and shot the bolt, +unlatching the heavy door and flinging it wide to the stars and the mist. + +And then to the sound of obscure harmonies there floated into that room from +the deep all the dreams and memories of earth's sunken Mighty Ones. And +golden flames played about weedy locks, so that Olney was dazzled as he did +them homage. Trident-bearing Neptune was there, and sportive tritons and +fantastic nereids, and upon dolphins' backs was balanced a vast crenulate shell + + + + +wherein rode the gay and awful form of primal Nodens, Lord of the Great +Abyss. And the conchs of the tritons gave weird blasts, and the nereids made +strange sounds by striking on the grotesque resonant shells of unknown lurkers +in black seacaves. Then hoary Nodens reached forth a wizened hand and helped +Olney and his host into the vast shell, whereat the conchs and the gongs set up a +wild and awesome clamor. And out into the limitless aether reeled that fabulous +train, the noise of whose shouting was lost in the echoes of thunder. + +All night in Kingsport they watched that lofty cliff when the storm and the mists +gave them glimpses of it, and when toward the small hours the little dim +windows went dark they whispered of dread and disaster. And Olney's children +and stout wife prayed to the bland proper god of Baptists, and hoped that the +traveller would borrow an umbrella and rubbers unless the rain stopped by +morning. Then dawn swam dripping and mist-wreathed out of the sea, and the +buoys tolled solemn in vortices of white aether. And at noon elfin horns rang +over the ocean as Olney, dry and lightfooted, climbed down from the cliffs to +antique Kingsport with the look of far places in his eyes. He could not recall +what he had dreamed in the skyperched hut of that still nameless hermit, or say +how he had crept down that crag untraversed by other feet. Nor could he talk of +these matters at all save with the Terrible Old Man, who afterward mumbled +queer things in his long white beard; vowing that the man who came down from +that crag was not wholly the man who went up, and that somewhere under that +gray peaked roof, or amidst inconceivable reaches of that sinister white mist, +there lingered still the lost spirit of him who was Thomas Obey. + +And ever since that hour, through dull dragging years of grayness and +weariness, the philosopher has labored and eaten and slept and done +uncomplaining the suitable deeds of a citizen. Not any more does he long for the +magic of farther hills, or sigh for secrets that peer like green reefs from a +bottomless sea. The sameness of his days no longer gives him sorrow and well- +disciplined thoughts have grown enough for his imagination. His good wife +waxes stouter and his children older and prosier and more useful, and he never +fails to smile correctly with pride when the occasion calls for it. In his glance +there is not any restless light, and all he ever listens for solemn bells or far elfin +horns it is only at night when old dreams are wandering. He has never seen +Kingsport again, for his family disliked the funny old houses and complained +that the drains were impossibly bad. They have a trim bungalow now at Bristol +Highlands, where no tall crags tower, and the neighbors are urban and modern. + +But in Kingsport strange tales are abroad, and even the Terrible Old Man admits +a thing untold by his grandfather. For now, when the wind sweeps boisterous +out of the north past the high ancient house that is one with the firmament, there +is broken at last that ominous, brooding silence ever before the bane of + + + + +Kingsport's maritime cotters. And old folk tell of pleasing voices heard singing +there, and of laughter that swells with joys beyond earth's joys; and say that at +evening the little low windows are brighter than formerly. They say, too, that the +fierce aurora comes oftener to that spot, shining blue in the north with visions of +frozen worlds while the crag and the cottage hang black and fantastic against +wild coruscations. And the mists of the dawn are thicker, and sailors are not +quite so sure that all the muffled seaward ringing is that of the solemn buoys. + +Worst of all, though, is the shrivelling of old fears in the hearts of Kingsport's +young men, who grow prone to listen at night to the north wind's faint distant +sounds. They swear no harm or pain can inhabit that high peaked cottage, for in +the new voices gladness beats, and with them the tinkle of laughter and music. +What tales the sea-mists may bring to that haunted and northernmost pinnacle +they do not know, but they long to extract some hint of the wonders that knock +at the cliff-yawning door when clouds are thickest. And patriarchs dread lest +some day one by one they seek out that inaccessible peak in the sky, and learn +what centuried secrets hide beneath the steep shingled roof which is part of the +rocks and the stars and the ancient fears of Kingsport. That those venturesome +youths will come back they do not doubt, but they think a light may be gone +from their eyes, and a will from their hearts. And they do not wish quaint +Kingsport with its climbing lanes and archaic gables to drag listless down the +years while voice by voice the laughing chorus grows stronger and wilder in that +unknown and terrible eyrie where mists and the dreams of mists stop to rest on +their way from the sea to the skies. + +They do not wish the souls of their young men to leave the pleasant hearths and +gambrel-roofed taverns of old Kingsport, nor do they wish the laughter and song +in that high rocky place to grow louder. For as the voice which has come has +brought fresh mists from the sea and from the north fresh lights, so do they say +that still other voices will bring more mists and more lights, till perhaps the +olden gods (whose existence they hint only in whispers for fear the +Congregational parson shall hear} may come out of the deep and from unknown +Kadath in the cold waste and make their dwelling on that evilly appropriate crag +so close to the gentle hills and valleys of quiet, simple fisher folk. This they do +not wish, for to plain people things not of earth are unwelcome; and besides, the +Terrible Old Man often recalls what Olney said about a knock that the lone +dweller feared, and a shape seen black and inquisitive against the mist through +those queer translucent windows of leaded bull's-eyes. + +All these things, however, the Elder Ones only may decide; and meanwhile the +morning mist still comes up by that lovely vertiginous peak with the steep +ancient house, that gray, low-eaved house where none is seen but where evening +brings furtive lights while the north wind tells of strange revels, white and + + + + +feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank +pastures and caves of leviathan. And when tales fly thick in the grottoes of +tritons, and conchs in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder +Ones, then great eager vapors flock to heaven laden with lore; and Kingsport, +nestling uneasy in its lesser cliffs below that awesome hanging sentinel of rock, +sees oceanward only a mystic whiteness, as if the cliff's rim were the rim of all +earth, and the solemn bells of the buoys tolled free in the aether of faery. + + + + +The Street + + + +Written in 1920 + +Published in December of 1920 in The Wolverine + +There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those +who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of the Street. + +Men of strength and honour fashioned that Street: good valiant men of our blood +who had come from the Blessed Isles across the sea. At first it was but a path +trodden by bearers of water from the woodland spring to the cluster of houses by +the beach. Then, as more men came to the growing cluster of houses and looked +about for places to dwell, they built cabins along the north side, cabins of stout +oaken logs with masonry on the side toward the forest, for many Indians lurked +there with fire-arrows. And in a few years more, men built cabins on the south +side of the Street. + +Up and down the Street walked grave men in conical hats, who most of the time +carried muskets or fowling pieces. And there were also their bonneted wives and +sober children. In the evening these men with their wives and children would sit +about gigantic hearths and read and speak. Very simple were the things of which +they read and spoke, yet things which gave them courage and goodness and +helped them by day to subdue the forest and till the fields. And the children +would listen and learn of the laws and deeds of old, and of that dear England +which they had never seen or could not remember. + +There was war, and thereafter no more Indians troubled the Street. The men, +busy with labour, waxed prosperous and as happy as they knew how to be. And +the children grew up comfortable, and more families came from the Mother Land +to dwell on the Street. And the children's children, and the newcomers' children, +grew up. The town was now a city, and one by one the cabins gave place to +houses — simple, beautiful houses of brick and wood, with stone steps and iron +railings and fanlights over the doors. No flimsy creations were these houses, for +they were made to serve many a generation. Within there were carven mantels +and graceful stairs, and sensible, pleasing furniture, china, and silver, brought +from the Mother Land. + +So the Street drank in the dreams of a young people and rejoiced as its dwellers +became more graceful and happy. Where once had been only strength and +honour, taste and learning now abode as well. Books and paintings and music +came to the houses, and the young men went to the university which rose above + + + + +the plain to the north. In the place of conical hats and small-swords, of lace and +snowy periwigs, there were cobblestones over which clattered many a blooded +horse and rumbled many a gilded coach; and brick sidewalks with horse blocks +and hitching-posts. + +There were in that Street many trees: elms and oaks and maples of dignity; so +that in the summer, the scene was all soft verdure and twittering bird-song. And +behind the houses were walled rose-gardens with hedged paths and sundials, +where at evening the moon and stars would shine bewitchingly while fragrant +blossoms glistened with dew. + +So the Street dreamed on, past wars, calamities, and change. Once, most of the +young men went away, and some never came back. That was when they furled +the old flag and put up a new banner of stripes and stars. But though men talked +of great changes, the Street felt them not, for its folk were still the same, speaking +of the old familiar things in the old familiar accounts. And the trees still sheltered +singing birds, and at evening the moon and stars looked down upon dewy +blossoms in the walled rose-gardens. + +In time there were no more swords, three-cornered hats, or periwigs in the Street. +How strange seemed the inhabitants with their walking-sticks, tall beavers, and +cropped heads! New sounds came from the distance — first strange puffings and +shrieks from the river a mile away, and then, many years later, strange puffings +and shrieks and rumblings from other directions. The air was not quite so pure +as before, but the spirit of the place had not changed. The blood and soul of their +ancestors had fashioned the Street. Nor did the spirit change when they tore +open the earth to lay down strange pipes, or when they set up tall posts bearing +weird wires. There was so much ancient lore in that Street, that the past could +not easily be forgotten. + +Then came days of evil, when many who had known the Street of old knew it no +more, and many knew it who had not known it before, and went away, for their +accents were coarse and strident, and their mien and faces unpleasing. Their +thoughts, too, fought with the wise, just spirit of the Street, so that the Street +pined silently as its houses fell into decay, and its trees died one by one, and its +rose-gardens grew rank with weeds and waste. But it felt a stir of pride one day +when again marched forth young men, some of whom never came back. These +young men were clad in blue. + +With the years, worse fortune came to the Street. Its trees were all gone now, and +its rose-gardens were displaced by the backs of cheap, ugly new buildings on +parallel streets. Yet the houses remained, despite the ravages of the years and the +storms and worms, for they had been made to serve many a generation. New + + + + +kinds of faces appeared in the Street, swarthy, sinister faces with furtive eyes and +odd features, whose owners spoke unfamihar words and placed signs in known +and unknown characters upon most of the musty houses. Push-carts crowded +the gutters. A sordid, undefinable stench settled over the place, and the ancient +spirit slept. + +Great excitement once came to the Street. War and revolution were raging across +the seas; a dynasty had collapsed, and its degenerate subjects were flocking with +dubious intent to the Western Land. Many of these took lodgings in the battered +houses that had once known the songs of birds and the scent of roses. Then the +Western Land itself awoke and joined the Mother Land in her titanic struggle for +civilization. Over the cities once more floated the old flag, companioned by the +new flag, and by a plainer, yet glorious tricolour. But not many flags floated over +the Street, for therein brooded only fear and hatred and ignorance. Again young +men went forth, but not quite as did the young men of those other days. +Something was lacking. And the sons of those young men of other days, who did +indeed go forth in olive-drab with the true spirit of their ancestors, went from +distant places and knew not the Street and its ancient spirit. + +Over the seas there was a great victory, and in triumph most of the young men +returned. Those who had lacked something lacked it no longer, yet did fear and +hatred and ignorance still brood over the Street; for many had stayed behind, +and many strangers had come from distance places to the ancient houses. And +the young men who had returned dwelt there no longer. Swarthy and sinister +were most of the strangers, yet among them one might find a few faces like those +who fashioned the Street and moulded its spirit. Like and yet unlike, for there +was in the eyes of all a weird, unhealthy glitter as of greed, ambition, +vindictiveness, or misguided zeal. Unrest and treason were abroad amongst an +evil few who plotted to strike the Western Land its death blow, that they might +mount to power over its ruins, even as assassins had mounted in that unhappy, +frozen land from whence most of them had come. And the heart of that plotting +was in the Street, whose crumbling houses teemed with alien makers of discord +and echoed with the plans and speeches of those who yearned for the appointed +day of blood, flame and crime. + +Of the various odd assemblages in the Street, the Law said much but could prove +little. With great diligence did men of hidden badges linger and listen about such +places as Petrovitch's Bakery, the squalid Rifkin School of Modern Economics, +the Circle Social Club, and the Liberty Cafe. There congregated sinister men in +great numbers, yet always was their speech guarded or in a foreign tongue. And +still the old houses stood, with their forgotten lore of nobler, departed centuries; +of sturdy Colonial tenants and dewy rose-gardens in the moonlight. Sometimes a + + + + +lone poet or traveler would come to view them, and would try to picture them in +their vanished glory; yet of such travelers and poets there were not many. + +The rumour now spread widely that these houses contained the leaders of a vast +band of terrorists, who on a designated day were to launch an orgy of slaughter +for the extermination of America and of all the fine old traditions which the +Street had loved. Handbills and papers fluttered about filthy gutters; handbills +and papers printed in many tongues and in many characters, yet all bearing +messages of crime and rebellion. In these writings the people were urged to tear +down the laws and virtues that our fathers had exalted, to stamp out the soul of +the old America— the soul that was bequeathed through a thousand and a half +years of Anglo-Saxon freedom, justice, and moderation. It was said that the swart +men who dwelt in the Street and congregated in its rotting edifices were the +brains of a hideous revolution, that at their word of command many millions of +brainless, besotted beasts would stretch forth their noisome talons from the +slums of a thousand cities, burning, slaying, and destroying till the land of our +fathers should be no more. All this was said and repeated, and many looked +forward in dread to the fourth day of July, about which the strange writings +hinted much; yet could nothing be found to place the guilt. None could tell just +whose arrest might cut off the damnable plotting at its source. Many times came +bands of blue-coated police to search the shaky houses, though at last they +ceased to come; for they too had grown tired of law and order, and had +abandoned all the city to its fate. Then men in olive-drab came, bearing muskets, +till it seemed as if in its sad sleep the Street must have some haunting dreams of +those other days, when musketbearing men in conical hats walked along it from +the woodland spring to the cluster of houses by the beach. Yet could no act be +performed to check the impending cataclysm, for the swart, sinister men were +old in cunning. + +So the Street slept uneasily on, till one night there gathered in Petrovitch's +Bakery, and the Rifkin School of Modern Economics, and the Circle Social Club, +and Liberty Cafe, and in other places as well, vast hordes of men whose eyes +were big with horrible triumph and expectation. Over hidden wires strange +messages traveled, and much was said of still stranger messages yet to travel; but +most of this was not guessed till afterward, when the Western Land was safe +from the peril. The men in olive-drab could not tell what was happening, or what +they ought to do; for the swart, sinister men were skilled in subtlety and +concealment. + +And yet the men in olive-drab will always remember that night, and will speak +of the Street as they tell of it to their grandchildren; for many of them were sent +there toward morning on a mission unlike that which they had expected. It was +known that this nest of anarchy was old, and that the houses were tottering from + + + + +the ravages of the years and the storms and worms; yet was the happening of +that summer night a surprise because of its very queer uniformity. It was, +indeed, an exceedingly singular happening, though after all, a simple one. For +without warning, in one of the small hours beyond midnight, all the ravages of +the years and the storms and the worms came to a tremendous climax; and after +the crash there was nothing left standing in the Street save two ancient chimneys +and part of a stout brick wall. Nor did anything that had been alive come alive +from the ruins. A poet and a traveler, who came with the mighty crowd that +sought the scene, tell odd stories. The poet says that all through the hours before +dawn he beheld sordid ruins indistinctly in the glare of the arc-lights; that there +loomed above the wreckage another picture wherein he could describe +moonlight and fair houses and elms and oaks and maples of dignity. And the +traveler declares that instead of the place's wonted stench there lingered a +delicate fragrance as of roses in full bloom. But are not the dreams of poets and +the tales of travelers notoriously false? + +There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those +who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I have told you of the Street. + + + + +The Temple + + + +Written in 1920 + +Published in September of 1925 in Weird Tales + +Manuscript Found On The Coast Of Yucatan + +On August20, 1917, I, Karl Heinrich, Graf von Altberg-Ehrenstein, Lieutenant- +Commander in the Imperial German Navy and in charge of the submarine U-29, +deposit this bottle and record in the Atlantic Ocean at a point to me unknown but +probably about N. Latitude 20 degrees, W. Longitude 35 degrees, where my ship +lies disabled on the ocean floor. I do so because of my desire to set certain +unusual facts before the public; a thing I shall not in all probability survive to +accomplish in person, since the circumstances surrounding me are as menacing +as they are extraordinary, and involve not only the hopeless crippling of the U- +29, but the impairment of my iron German will in a manner most disastrous. + +On the afternoon of June 18, as reported by wireless to the U-61, bound for Kiel, +we torpedoed the British freighter Victory, New York to Liverpool, in N. +Latitude 45 degrees 16 minutes, W. Longitude 28 degrees 34 minutes; permitting +the crew to leave in boats in order to obtain a good cinema view for the +admiralty records. The ship sank quite picturesquely, bow first, the stem rising +high out of the water whilst the hull shot down perpendicularly to the bottom of +the sea. Our camera missed nothing, and I regret that so fine a reel of film should +never reach Berlin. After that we sank the lifeboats with our guns and +submerged. + +When we rose to the surface about sunset, a seaman's body was found on the +deck, hands gripping the railing in curious fashion. The poor fellow was young, +rather dark, and very handsome; probably an Italian or Greek, and undoubtedly +of the Victory's crew. He had evidently sought refuge on the very ship which +had been forced to destroy his own - one more victim of the unjust war of +aggression which the English pig-dogs are waging upon the Fatherland. Our +men searched him for souvenirs, and found in his coat pocket a very odd bit of +ivory carved to represent a youth's head crowned with laurel. My fellow-officer. +Lieutenant Kienze, believed that the thing was of great age and artistic value, so +took it from the men for himself. How it had ever come into the possession of a +common sailor neither he nor I could imagine. + +As the dead man was thrown overboard there occurred two incidents which +created much disturbance amongst the crew. The fellow's eyes had been closed; + + + + +but in the dragging of his body to the rail they were jarred open, and many +seemed to entertain a queer delusion that they gazed steadily and mockingly at +Schmidt and Zimmer, who were bent over the corpse. The Boatswain Muller, an +elderly man who would have known better had he not been a superstitious +Alsatian swine, became so excited by this impression that he watched the body +in the water; and swore that after it sank a little it drew its limbs into a +swiinming position and sped away to the south under the waves. Kienze and I +did not like these displays of peasant ignorance, and severely reprimanded the +men, particularly Muller. + +The next day a very troublesome situation was created by the indisposition of +some of the crew. They were evidently suffering from the nervous strain of our +long voyage, and had had bad dreams. Several seemed quite dazed and stupid; +and after satisfying myself that they were not feigning their weakness, I excused +them from their duties. The sea was rather rough, so we descended to a depth +where the waves were less troublesome. Here we were comparatively calm, +despite a somewhat puzzling southward current which we could not identify +from our oceanographic charts. The moans of the sick men were decidedly +annoying; but since they did not appear to demoralize the rest of the crew, we +did not resort to extreme measures. It was our plan to remain where we were +and intercept the liner Dacia, mentioned in information from agents in New +York. + +In the early evening we rose to the surface, and found the sea less heavy. The +smoke of a battleship was on the northern horizon, but our distance and ability +to submerge made us safe. What worried us more was the talk of Boatswain +Muller, which grew wilder as night came on. He was in a detestably childish +state, and babbled of some illusion of dead bodies drifting past the undersea +portholes; bodies which looked at him intensely, and which he recognized in +spite of bloating as having seen dying during some of our victorious German +exploits. And he said that the young man we had found and tossed overboard +was their leader. This was very gruesome and abnormal, so we confined Muller +in irons and had him soundly whipped. The men were not pleased at his +punishment, but discipline was necessary. We also denied the request of a +delegation headed by Seaman Zimmer, that the curious carved ivory head be +cast into the sea. + +On June 20, Seaman Bohin and Schmidt, who had been ill the day before, became +violently insane. I regretted that no physician was included in our complement +of officers, since German lives are precious; but the constant ravings of the two +concerning a terrible curse were most subversive of discipline, so drastic steps +were taken. The crew accepted the event in a sullen fashion, but it seemed to + + + + +quiet Muller; who thereafter gave us no trouble. In the evening we released him, +and he went about his duties silently. + +In the week that followed we were all very nervous, watching for the Dacia. The +tension was aggravated by the disappearance of Muller and Zimmer, who +undoubtedly committed suicide as a result of the fears which had seemed to +harass them, though they were not observed in the act of jumping overboard. I +was rather glad to be rid of Muller, for even his silence had unfavorably affected +the crew. Everyone seemed inclined to be silent now, as though holding a secret +fear. Many were ill, but none made a disturbance. Lieutenant Kienze chafed +under the strain, and was annoyed by the merest trifle - such as the school of +dolphins which gathered about the U-29 in increasing numbers, and the growing +intensity of that southward current which was not on our chart. + +It at length became apparent that we had missed the Dacia altogether. Such +failures are not uncommon, and we were more pleased than disappointed, since +our return to Wilhelmshaven was now in order. At noon June 28 we turned +northeastward, and despite some rather comical entanglements with the unusual +masses of dolphins, were soon under way. + +The explosion in the engine room at 2 A.M. was wholly a surprise. No defect in +the machinery or carelessness in the men had been noticed, yet without warning +the ship was racked from end to end with a colossal shock. Lieutenant Kienze +hurried to the engine room, finding the fuel-tank and most of the mechanism +shattered, and Engineers Raabe and Schneider instantly killed. Our situation had +suddenly become grave indeed; for though the chemical air regenerators were +intact, and though we could use the devices for raising and submerging the ship +and opening the hatches as long as compressed air and storage batteries might +hold out, we were powerless to propel or guide the submarine. To seek rescue in +the life-boats would be to deliver ourselves into the hands of enemies +unreasonably embittered against our great German nation, and our wireless had +failed ever since the Victory affair to put us in touch with a fellow U-boat of the +Imperial Navy. + +From the hour of the accident till July 2 we drifted constantly to the south, almost +without plans and encountering no vessel. Dolphins still encircled the U-29, a +somewhat remarkable circumstance considering the distance we had covered. +On the morning of July 2 we sighted a warship flying American colors, and the +men became very restless in their desire to surrender. Finally Lieutenant Menze +had to shoot a seaman named Traube, who urged this un-German act with +especial violence. This quieted the crew for the time, and we submerged unseen. + + + + +The next afternoon a dense flock of sea-birds appeared from the south, and the +ocean began to heave ominously. Closing our hatches, we awaited developments +until we realized that we must either submerge or be swamped in the mounting +waves. Our air pressure and electricity were diminishing, and we wished to +avoid all unnecessary use of our slender mechanical resources; but in this case +there was no choice. We did not descend far, and when after several hours the +sea was calmer, we decided to return to the surface. Here, however, a new +trouble developed; for the ship failed to respond to our direction in spite of all +that the mechanics could do. As the men grew more frightened at this undersea +imprisonment, some of them began to mutter again about Lieutenant Kienze's +ivory image, but the sight of an automatic pistol calmed them. We kept the poor +devils as busy as we could, tinkering at the machinery even when we knew it +was useless. + +Kienze and I usually slept at different times; and it was during my sleep, about 5 +A.M., July 4, that the general mutiny broke loose. The six remaining pigs of +seamen, suspecting that we were lost, had suddenly burst into a mad fury at our +refusal to surrender to the Yankee battleship two days before, and were in a +delirium of cursing and destruction. They roared like the animals they were, and +broke instruments and furniture indiscriminately; screaming about such +nonsense as the curse of the ivory image and the dark dead youth who looked at +them and swam away. Lieutenant Kienze seemed paralyzed and inefficient, as +one might expect of a soft, womanish Rhinelander. I shot all six men, for it was +necessary, and made sure that none remained alive. + +We expelled the bodies through the double hatches and were alone in the U-29. +Kienze seemed very nervous, and drank heavily. It was decided that we remain +alive as long as possible, using the large stock of provisions and chemical supply +of oxygen, none of which had suffered from the crazy antics of those swine- +hound seamen. Our compasses, depth gauges, and other delicate instruments +were ruined; so that henceforth our only reckoning would be guess work, based +on our watches, the calendar, and our apparent drift as judged by any objects we +might spy through the portholes or from the conning tower. Fortunately we had +storage batteries still capable of long use, both for interior lighting and for the +searchlight. We often cast a beam around the ship, but saw only dolphins, +swimming parallel to our own drifting course. I was scientifically interested in +those dolphins; for though the ordinary Delphinus delphis is a cetacean +mammal, unable to subsist without air, I watched one of the swimmers closely +for two hours, and did not see him alter his submerged condition. + +With the passage of time Kienze and I decided that we were still drifting south, +meanwhile sinking deeper and deeper. We noted the marine fauna and flora, and +read much on the subject in the books I had carried with.me for spare moments. I + + + + +could not help observing, however, the inferior scientific knowledge of my +companion. His mind was not Prussian, but given to imaginings and +speculations which have no value. The fact of our coming death affected him +curiously, and he would frequently pray in remorse over the men, women, and +children we had sent to the bottom; forgetting that all things are noble which +serve the German state. After a time he became noticeably unbalanced, gazing +for hours at his ivory image and weaving fanciful stories of the lost and forgotten +things under the sea. Sometimes, as a psychological experiment, I would lead +him on in the wanderings, and listen to his endless poetical quotations and tales +of sunken ships. I was very sorry for him, for I dislike to see a German suffer; but +he was not a good man to die with. For myself I was proud, knowing how the +Fatherland would revere my memory and how my sons would be taught to be +men like me. + +On August 9, we espied the ocean floor, and sent a powerful beam from the +searchlight over it. It was a vast undulating plain, mostly covered with seaweed, +and strewn with the shells of small moflusks. Here and there were slimy objects +of puzzling contour, draped with weeds and encrusted with barnacles, which +Kienze declared must be ancient ships lying in their graves. He was puzzled by +one thing, a peak of solid matter, protruding above the oceanbed nearly four feet +at its apex; about two feet thick, with flat sides and smooth upper surfaces which +met at a very obtuse angle. I called the peak a bit of outcropping rock, but Kienze +thought he saw carvings on it. After a while he began to shudder, and turned +away from the scene, as if frightened; yet could give no explanation save that he +was overcome with the vastness, darkness, remoteness, antiquity, and mystery of +the oceanic abysses. His mind was tired, but I am always a German, and was +quick to notice two things: that the U-29 was standing the deep-sea pressure +splendidly, and that the peculiar dolphins were still about us, even at a depth +where the existence of high organisms is considered impossible by most +naturalists. That I had previously overestimated our depth, I was sure; but none +the less we must still have been deep enough to make these phenomena +remarkable. Our southward speed, as gauged by the ocean floor, was about as I +had estimated from the organisms passed at higher levels. + +It was at 3:15 PM., August 12, that poor Kienze went wholly mad. He had been +in the conning tower using the searchlight when I saw him bound into the library +compartment where I sat reading, and his face at once betrayed him. I will repeat +here what he said, underlining the words he emphasized: "He is calling! He is +calling! I hear him! We must go!" As he spoke he took his ivory image from the +table, pocketed it, and seized my arm in an effort to drag me up the +companionway to the deck. In a moment I understood that he meant to open the +hatch and plunge with me into the water outside, a vagary of suicidal and +homicidal mania for which I was scarcely prepared. As I hung back and + + + + +attempted to soothe him he grew more violent, saying: "Come now - do not wait +until later; it is better to repent and be forgiven than to defy and be condemned." +Then I tried the opposite of the soothing plan, and told him he was mad - +pitifully demented. But he was unmoved, and cried: "If I am mad, it is mercy. +May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remam sane to the hideous +end! Come and be mad whilst he still calls with mercy!" + +This outburst seemed to relieve a pressure in his brain; for as he finished he grew +much milder, asking me to let him depart alone if I would not accompany him. +My course at once became clear. He was a German, but only a Rhinelander and a +commoner; and he was now a potentially dangerous madman. By complying +with his suicidal request I could immediately free myself from one who was no +longer a companion but a menace. I asked him to give me the ivory image before +he went, but this request brought from him such uncanny laughter that I did not +repeat it. Then I asked him if he wished to leave any keepsake or lock of hair for +his family in Germany in case I should be rescued, but again he gave me that +strange laugh. So as he climbed the ladder I went to the levers and, allowing +proper time-intervals, operated the machinery which sent him to his death. After +I saw that he was no longer in the boat I threw the searchlight around the water +in an effort to obtain a last glimpse of him since I wished to ascertain whether the +water-pressure would flatten him as it theoretically should, or whether the body +would be unaffected, like those extraordinary dolphins. I did not, however, +succeed in finding my late companion, for the dolphins were massed thickly and +obscuringly about the conning tower. + +That evening I regretted that I had not taken the ivory image surreptitiously +from poor Kienze's pocket as he left, for the memory of it fascinated me. I could +not forget the youthful, beautiful head with its leafy crown, though I am not by +nature an artist. I was also sorry that I had no one with whom to converse. +Kienze, though not my mental equal, was much better than no one. I did not +sleep well that night, and wondered exactly when the end would come. Surely, I +had little enough chance of rescue. + +The next day I ascended to the conning tower and commenced the customary +searchlight explorations. Northward the view was much the same as it had been +all the four days since we had sighted the bottom, but I perceived that the +drifting of the U-29 was less rapid. As I swung the beam around to the south, I +noticed that the ocean floor ahead fell away in a marked declivity, and bore +curiously regular blocks of stone in certain places, disposed as if in accordance +with definite patterns. The boat did not at once descend to match the greater +ocean depth, so I was soon forced to adjust the searchlight to cast a sharply +downward beam. Owing to the abruptness of the change a wire was + + + + +disconnected, which necessitated a delay of many minutes for repairs; but at +length the light streamed on again, flooding the marine valley below me. + +I am not given to emotion of any kind, but my amazement was very great when I +saw what lay revealed in that electrical glow. And yet as one reared in the best +Kultur of Prussia, I should not have been amazed, for geology and tradition alike +tell us of great transpositions in oceanic and continental areas. What I saw was an +extended and elaborate array of ruined edifices; all of magnificent though +unclassified architecture, and in various stages of preservation. Most appeared to +be of marble, gleaming whitely in the rays of the searchlight, and the general +plan was of a large city at the bottom of a narrow valley, with numerous isolated +temples and villas on the steep slopes above. Roofs were fallen and columns +were broken, but there still remained an air of immemorially ancient splendor +which nothing could efface. + +Confronted at last with the Atlantis I had formerly deemed largely a myth, I was +the most eager of explorers. At the bottom of that valley a river once had flowed; +for as I examined the scene more closely I beheld the remains of stone and +marble bridges and sea-walls, and terraces and embankments once verdant and +beautiful. In my enthusiasm I became nearly as idiotic and sentimental as poor +Kienze, and was very tardy in noticing that the southward current had ceased at +last, allowing the U-29 to settle slowly down upon the sunken city as an airplane +settles upon a town of the upper earth. I was slow, to, in realizing that the school +of unusual dolphins had vanished. + +In about two hours the boat rested in a paved plaza close to the rocky wall of the +valley. On one side I could view the entire city as it sloped from the plaza down +to the old river-bank; on the other side, in startling proximity, I was confronted +by the richly ornate and perfectly preserved facade of a great building, evidently +a temple, hollowed from the solid rock. Of the original workmanship of this +titanic thing I can only make conjectures. The facade, of immense magnitude, +apparently covers a continuous hollow recess; for its windows are many and +widely distributed. In the center yawns a great open door, reached by an +impressive flight of steps, and surrounded by exquisite carvings like the figures +of Bacchanals in relief. Foremost of all are the great columns and frieze, both +decorated with sculptures of inexpressible beauty; obviously portraying +idealized pastoral scenes and processions of priests and priestesses bearing +strange ceremonial devices in adoration of a radiant god. The art is of the most +phenomenal perfection, largely Hellenic in idea, yet strangely individual. It +imparts an impression of terrible antiquity, as though it were the remotest rather +than the immediate ancestor of Greek art. Nor can I doubt that every detail of +this massive product was fashioned from the virgin hillside rock of our planet. It +is palpably a part of the valley wall, though how the vast interior was ever + + + + +excavated I cannot imagine. Perhaps a cavern or series of caverns furnished the +nucleus. Neither age nor submersion has corroded the pristine grandeur of this +awful fane - for fane indeed it must be - and today after thousands of years it +rests untarnished and inviolate in the endless night and silence of an ocean- +chasm. + +I cannot reckon the number of hours I spent in gazing at the sunken city with its +buildings, arches, statues, and bridges, and the colossal temple with its beauty +and mystery. Though I knew that death was near, my curiosity was consuming; +and I threw the searchlight beam about in eager quest. The shaft of light +permitted me to learn many details, but refused to show anything within the +gaping door of the rock-hewn temple; and after a time I turned off the current, +conscious of the need of conserving power. The rays were now perceptibly +dimmer than they had been during the weeks of drifting. And as if sharpened by +the coming deprivation of light, my desire to explore the watery secrets grew. I, a +German, should be the first to tread those eon-forgotten ways! + +I produced and examined a deep-sea diving suit of jointed metal, and +experimented with the portable light and air regenerator. Though I should have +trouble in managing the double hatches alone, I believed I could overcome all +obstacles with my scientific skill and actually walk about the dead city in person. + +On August 16 I effected an exit from the U-29, and laboriously made my way +through the ruined and mud-choked streets to the ancient river. I found no +skeletons or other human remains, but gleaned a wealth of archeological lore +from sculptures and coins. Of this I cannot now speak save to utter my awe at a +culture in the full noon of glory when cave-dwellers roamed Europe and the Nile +flowed unwatched to the sea. Others, guided by this manuscript if it shall ever be +found, must unfold the mysteries at which I can only hint. I returned to the boat +as my electric batteries grew feeble, resolved to explore the rock temple on the +following day. + +On the 17th, as my impulse to search out the mystery of the temple waxed still +more insistent, a great disappointment befell me; for I found that the materials +needed to replenish the portable light had perished in the mutiny of those pigs in +July. My rage was unbounded, yet my German sense forbade me to venture +unprepared into an utterly black interior which might prove the lair of some +indescribable marine monster or a labyrinth of passages from whose windings I +could never extricate myself. All I could do was to turn on the waning +searchlight of the U-29, and with its aid walk up the temple steps and study the +exterior carvings. The shaft of light entered the door at an upward angle, and I +peered in to see if I could glimpse anything, but all in vain. Not even the roof +was visible; and though I took a step or two inside after testing the floor with a + + + + +staff, I dared not go farther. Moreover, for the first time in my Hfe I experienced +the emotion of dread. I began to reahze how some of poor Kienze's moods had +arisen, for as the temple drew me more and more, I feared its aqueous abysses +with a bhnd and mounting terror. Returning to the submarine, I turned off the +hghts and sat thinking in the dark. Electricity must now be saved for +emergencies. + +Saturday the 18th I spent in total darkness, tormented by thoughts and memories +that threatened to overcome my German will. Kienze bad gone mad and +perished before reaching this sinster remnant of a past unwholesomely remote, +and had advised me to go with him. Was, indeed. Fate preserving my reason +only to draw me irresistibly to an end more horrible and unthinkable than any +man has dreamed of? Clearly, my nerves were sorely taxed, and I must cast off +these impressions of weaker men. + +I could not sleep Saturday night, and turned on the lights regardless of the +future. It was annoying that the electricity should not last out the air and +provisions. I revived my thoughts of euthanasia, and examined my automatic +pistol. Toward morning I must have dropped asleep with the lights on, for I +awoke in darkness yesterday afternoon to find the batteries dead. I struck several +matches in succession, and desperately regretted the improvidence which had +caused us long ago to use up the few candles we carried. + +After the fading of the last match I dared to waste, I sat very quietly without a +light. As I considered the inevitable end my mind ran over preceding events, and +developed a hitherto dormant impression which would have caused a weaker +and more superstitious man to shudder. The head of the radiant god in the +sculptures on the rock temple is the same as that carven bit of ivory which the +dead sailor brought from the sea and which poor Kienze carried back into the +sea. + +I was a little dazed by this coincidence, but did not become terrified. It is only the +inferior thinker who hastens to explain the singular and the complex by the +primitive shortcut of supernaturalism. The coincidence was strange, but I was +too sound a reasoner to connect circumstances which admit of no logical +connection, or to associate in any uncanny fashion the disastrous events which +had led from the Victory affair to my present plight. Feeling the need of more +rest, I took a sedative and secured some more sleep. My nervous condition was +reflected in my dreams, for I seemed to hear the cries of drowning persons, and +to see dead faces pressing against the portholes of the boat. And among the dead +faces was the living, mocking face of the youth with the ivory image. + + + + +I must be careful how I record my awakening today, for I am unstrung, and +much hallucination is necessarily mixed with fact. Psychologically my case is +most interesting, and I regret that it cannot be observed scientifically by a +competent German authority. Upon opening my eyes my first sensation was an +overmastering desire to visit the rock temple; a desire which grew every instant, +yet which I automatically sought to resist through some emotion of fear which +operated in the reverse direction. Next there came to me the impression of light +amidst the darkness of dead batteries, and I seemed to see a sort of +phosphorescent glow in the water through the porthole which opened toward +the temple. This aroused my curiosity, for I knew of no deep-sea organism +capable of emitting such luminosity. + +But before I could investigate there came a third impression which because of its +irrationality caused me to doubt the objectivity of anything my senses might +record. It was an aural delusion; a sensation of rhythmic, melodic sound as of +some wild yet beautiful chant or choral hymn, coming from the outside through +the absolutely sound-proof hull of the U-29. Convinced of my psychological and +nervous abnormality, I lighted some matches and poured a stiff dose of sodium +bromide solution, which seemed to calm me to the extent of dispelling the +illusion of sound. But the phosphorescence remained, and I had difficulty in +repressing a childish impulse to go to the porthole and seek its source. It was +horribly realistic, and I could soon distinguish by its aid the familiar objects +around me, as well as the empty sodium bromide glass of which I had had no +former visual impression in its present location. This last circumstance made me +ponder, and I crossed the room and touched the glass. It was indeed in the place +where I had seemed to see it. Now I knew that the light was either real or part of +an hallucination so fixed and consistent that I could not hope to dispel it, so +abandoning all resistance I ascended to the conning tower to look for the +luminous agency. Might it not actually be another U-boat, offering possibilities of +rescue? + +It is well that the reader accept nothing which follows as objective truth, for since +the events transcend natural law, they are necessity the subjective and unreal +creations of my overtaxed mind. When I attained the conning tower I found the +sea in general far less luminous than I had expected. There was no animal or +vegetable phosphorescence about, and the city that sloped down to the river was +invisible in blackness. What I did see was not spectacular, not grotesque or +terrifying, yet it removed my last vestige of trust in my consciousness. For the +door and windows of the undersea temple hewn from the rocky hill were vividly +aglow with a flickering radiance, as from a mighty altar-flame far within. + +Later incidents are chaotic. As I stared at the uncannily lighted door and +windows, I became subject to the most extravagant visions - visions so + + + + +extravagant that I cannot even relate them. I fancied that I discerned objects in +the temple; objects both stationary and moving; and seemed to hear again the +unreal chant that had floated to me when first I awaked. And over all rose +thoughts and fears which centered in the youth from the sea and the ivory image +whose carving was duplicated on the frieze and columns of the temple before +me. I thought of poor Kienze, and wondered where his body rested with the +image he had carried back into the sea. He had warned me of something, and I +had not heeded - but he was a soft-headed Rhinelander who went mad at +troubles a Prussian could bear with ease. + +The rest is very simple. My impulse to visit and enter the temple has now +become an inexplicable and imperious command which ultimately cannot be +denied. My own German will no longer controls my acts, and volition is +henceforward possible only in minor matters. Such madness it was which drove +Kienze to his death, bare-headed and unprotected in the ocean; but I am a +Prussian and a man of sense, and will use to the last what little will I have. When +first I saw that I must go, I prepared my diving suit, helmet, and air regenerator +for instant donning, and immediately commenced to write this hurried chronicle +in the hope that it may some day reach the world. I shall seal the manuscript in a +bottle and entrust it to the sea as I leave the U-29 for ever. + +I have no fear, not even from the prophecies of the madman Kienze. What I have +seen cannot be true, and I know that this madness of my own will at most lead +only to suffocation when my air is gone. The light in the temple is a sheer +delusion, and I shall die calmly like a German, in the black and forgotten depths. +This demoniac laughter which I hear as I write comes only from my own +weakening brain. So I will carefully don my suit and walk boldly up the steps +into the primal shrine, that silent secret of unfathomed waters and uncounted +years. + + + + +The Terrible Old Man + +Written 28 Jan 1920 + +Published July 1921 in The Tryout, Vol. 7, No. 4, p. 10-14. + +It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the +Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water +Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly +feeble; which forms a situation very attractive to men of the profession of Messrs. +Ricci, Czanek, and Silva, for that profession was nothing less dignified than +robbery. + +The inhabitants of Kingsport say and think many things about the Terrible Old +Man which generally keep him safe from the attention of gentlemen like Mr. +Ricci and his colleagues, despite the almost certain fact that he hides a fortune of +indefinite magnitude somewhere about his musty and venerable abode. He is, in +truth, a very strange person, believed to have been a captain of East India clipper +ships in his day; so old that no one can remember when he was young, and so +taciturn that few know his real name. Among the gnarled trees in the front yard +of his aged and neglected place he maintains a strange collection of large stones, +oddly grouped and painted so that they resemble the idols in some obscure +Eastern temple. This collection frightens away most of the small boys who love +to taunt the Terrible Old Man about his long white hair and beard, or to break +the small-paned windows of his dwelling with wicked missiles; but there are +other things which frighten the older and more curious folk who sometimes steal +up to the house to peer in through the dusty panes. These folk say that on a table +in a bare room on the ground floor are many peculiar bottles, in each a small +piece of lead suspended pendulum-wise from a string. And they say that the +Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, +Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he +speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite +vibrations as if in answer. + +Those who have watched the tall, lean. Terrible Old Man in these peculiar +conversations, do not watch him again. But Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and +Manuel Silva were not of Kingsport blood; they were of that new and +heterogeneous alien stock which lies outside the charmed circle of New England +life and traditions, and they saw in the Terrible Old Man merely a tottering, +almost helpless grey-beard, who could not walk without the aid of his knotted +cane, and whose thin, weak hands shook pitifully. They were really quite sorry +in their way for the lonely, unpopular old fellow, whom everybody shunned. + + + + +and at whom all the dogs barked singularly. But business is business, and to a +robber whose soul is in his profession, there is a lure and a challenge about a +very old and very feeble man who has no account at the bank, and who pays for +his few necessities at the village store with Spanish gold and silver minted two +centuries ago. + +Messrs. Ricci, Czanek, and Silva selected the night of April 11th for their call. Mr. +Ricci and Mr. Silva were to interview the poor old gentleman, whilst Mr. Czanek +waited for them and their presumable metallic burden with a covered motor-car +in Ship Street, by the gate in the tall rear wall of their host's grounds. Desire to +avoid needless explanations in case of unexpected police intrusions prompted +these plans for a quiet and unostentatious departure. + +As prearranged, the three adventurers started out separately in order to prevent +any evil-minded suspicions afterward. Messrs. Ricci and Silva met in Water +Street by the old man's front gate, and although they did not like the way the +moon shone down upon the painted stones through the budding branches of the +gnarled trees, they had more important things to think about than mere idle +superstition. They feared it might be unpleasant work making the Terrible Old +Man loquacious concerning his hoarded gold and silver, for aged sea-captains +are notably stubborn and perverse. Still, he was very old and very feeble, and +there were two visitors. Messrs. Ricci and Silva were experienced in the art of +making unwilling persons voluble, and the screams of a weak and exceptionally +venerable man can be easily muffled. So they moved up to the one lighted +window and heard the Terrible Old Man talking childishly to his bottles with +pendulums. Then they donned masks and knocked politely at the weather- +stained oaken door. + +Waiting seemed very long to Mr. Czanek as he fidgeted restlessly in the covered +motor-car by the Terrible Old Man's back gate in Ship Street. He was more than +ordinarily tender-hearted, and he did not like the hideous screams he had heard +in the ancient house just after the hour appointed for the deed. Had he not told +his colleagues to be as gentle as possible with the pathetic old sea-captain? Very +nervously he watched that narrow oaken gate in the high and ivy-clad stone +wall. Frequently he consulted his watch, and wondered at the delay. Had the old +man died before revealing where his treasure was hidden, and had a thorough +search become necessary? Mr. Czanek did not like to wait so long in the dark in +such a place. Then he sensed a soft tread or tapping on the walk inside the gate, +heard a gentle fumbling at the rusty latch, and saw the narrow, heavy door +swing inward. And in the pallid glow of the single dim street-lamp he strained +his eyes to see what his colleagues had brought out of that sinister house which +loomed so close behind. But when he looked, he did not see what he had +expected; for his colleagues were not there at all, but only the Terrible Old Man + + + + +leaning quietly on his knotted cane and smiling hideously. Mr. Czanek had never +before noticed the colour of that man's eyes; now he saw that they were yellow. + +Little things make considerable excitement in little towns, which is the reason +that Kingsport people talked all that spring and summer about the three +unidentifiable bodies, horribly slashed as with many cutlasses, and horribly +mangled as by the tread of many cruel boot-heels, which the tide washed in. And +some people even spoke of things as trivial as the deserted motor-car found in +Ship Street, or certain especially inhuman cries, probably of a stray animal or +migratory bird, heard in the night by wakeful citizens. But in this idle village +gossip the Terrible Old Man took no interest at all. He was by nature reserved, +and when one is aged and feeble, one's reserve is doubly strong. Besides, so +ancient a sea- captain must have witnessed scores of things much more stirring +in the far-off days of his unremembered youth. + + + + +The Thing on the Doorstep + +Written 21-24 Aug 1933 + +Published January 1937 in Weird Tales, Vol. 29, No. 1, p. 52-70. + + +It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I +hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be +called a madman - madder than the man I shot in his cell at the Arkham +Sanitarium. Later some of my readers will weigh each statement, correlate it with +the known facts, and ask themselves how I could have believed otherwise than I +did after facing the evidence of that horror - that thing on the doorstep. + +Until then I also saw nothing but madness in the wild tales I have acted on. Even +now I ask myself whether I was misled - or whether I am not mad after all. I do +not know - but others have strange things to tell of Edward and Asenath Derby, +and even the stolid police are at their wits' ends to account for that last terrible +visit. They have tried weakly to concoct a theory of a ghastly jest or warning by +discharged servants, yet they know in their hearts that the truth is something +infinitely more terrible and incredible. + +So I say that I have not murdered Edward Derby. Rather have I avenged him, +and in so doing purged the earth of a horror whose survival might have loosed +untold terrors on all mankind. There are black zones of shadow close to our daily +paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that +happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences. + +I have known Edward Pickman Derby all his life. Eight years my junior, he was +so precocious that we had much in common from the time he was eight and I +was sixteen. He was the most phenomenal child scholar I have ever known, and +at seven was writing verse of a sombre, fantastic, almost morbid cast which +astonished the tutors surrounding him. Perhaps his private education and +coddled seclusion had something to do with his premature flowering. An only +child, he had organic weaknesses which startled his doting parents and caused +them to keep him closely chained to their side. He was never allowed out +without his nurse, and seldom had a chance to play unconstrainedly with other +children. All this doubtless fostered a strange secretive life in the boy, with +imagination as his one avenue of freedom. + +At any rate, his juvenile learning was prodigious and bizarre; and his facile +writings such as to captivate me despite my greater age. About that time I had + + + + +leanings toward art of a somewhat grotesque cast, and I found in this younger +child a rare kindred spirit. What lay behind our joint love of shadows and +marvels was, no doubt, the ancient, mouldering, and subtly fearsome town in +which we live - witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging +gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries +beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic. + +As time went by I turned to architecture and gave up my design of illustrating a +book of Edward's demoniac poems, yet our comradeship suffered no lessening. +Young Derby's odd genius developed remarkably, and in his eighteenth year his +collected nightmare-lyrics made a real sensation when issued under the title +Azathoth and Other Horrors. He was a close correspondent of the notorious +Baudelairean poet Justin Geoffrey, who wrote The People of the Monolith and +died screaming in a madhouse in 1926 after a visit to a sinister, ill-regarded +village in Hungary. + +In self-reliance and practical affairs, however, Derby was greatly retarded +because of his coddled existence. His health had improved, but his habits of +childish dependence were fostered by over-careful parents, so that he never +travelled alone, made independent decisions, or assumed responsibilities. It was +early seen that he would not be equal to a struggle in the business or professional +arena, but the family fortune was so ample that this formed no tragedy. As he +grew to years of manhood he retained a deceptive aspect of boyishness. Blond +and blue-eyed, he had the fresh complexion of a child; and his attempt to raise a +moustache were discernible only with difficulty. His voice was soft and light, +and his unexercised life gave him a juvenile chubbiness rather than the +paunchiness of premature middle age. He was of good height, and his handsome +face would have made him a notable gallant had not his shyness held him to +seclusion and bookishness. + +Derby's parents took him abroad every summer, and he was quick to seize on +the surface aspects of European thought and expression. His Poe-like talents +turned more and more toward the decadent, and other artistic sensitiveness and +yearnings were half-aroused in him. We had great discussions in those days. I +had been through Harvard, had studied in a Boston architect's office, had +married, and had finally returned to Arkham to practise my profession - settling +in the family homestead in Saltonstall Street since my father had moved to +Florida for his health. Edward used to call almost every evening, till I came to +regard him as one of the household. He had a characteristic way of ringing the +doorbell or sounding the knocker that grew to be a veritable code signal, so that +after dinner I always listened for the familiar three brisk strokes followed by two +more after a pause. Less frequently I would visit at his house and note with envy +the obscure volumes in his constantly growing library. + + + + +Derby went through Miskatonic University in Arkahm since his parents would +not let him board away from them. He entered at sixteen and completed his +course in three years, majoring in English and French literature and receiving +high marks in everything but mathematics and the sciences. He mingled very +little with the other students, though looking enviously at the "daring" or +"Bohemian" set - whose superficially "smart" language and meaningless ironic +pose he aped, and whose dubious conduct he wished he dared adopt. + +What he did do was to become an almost fanatical devotee of subterranean +magical lore, for which Miskatonic's library was and is famous. Always a dweller +on the surface of phantasy and strangeness, he now delved deep into the actual +runes and riddles left by a fabulous past for the guidance or puzzlement of +posterity. He read things like the frightful Book of Eibon, the Unaussprechlichen +Kulten of von Junzt, and the forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul +Alhazred, though he did not tell his parents he had seen them. Edward was +twenty when my son and only child was born, and seemed pleased when I +named the newcomer Edward Derby Upton after him. + +By the time he was twenty-five Edward Derby was a prodigiously learned man +and a fairly well known poet and fantaisiste though his lack of contacts and +responsibilities had slowed down his literary growth by making his products +derivative and over-bookish. I was perhaps his closest friend - finding him an +inexhaustible mine of vital theoretical topics, while he relied on me for advice in +whatever matters he did not wish to refer to his parents. He remained single - +more through shyness, inertia, and parental protectiveness than through +inclination - and moved in society only to the slightest and most perfunctory +extent. When the war came both health and ingrained timidity kept him at home. +I went to Plattsburg for a commission but never got overseas. + +So the years wore on. Edward's mother died when he was thirty four and for +months he was incapacitated by some odd psychological malady. His father took +him to Europe, however, and he managed to pull out of his trouble without +visible effects. Afterward he seemed to feel a sort of grotesque exhilaration, as if +of partial escape from some unseen bondage. He began to mingle in the more +"advanced" college set despite his middle age, and was present at some +extremely wild doings - on one occasion paying heavy blackmail (which he +borrowed of me) to keep his presence at a certain affair from his father's notice. +Some of the whispered rumors about the wild Miskatonic set were extremely +singular. There was even talk of black magic and of happenings utterly beyond +credibility. + + +Edward was thirty-eight when he met Asenath Waite. She was, I judge, about +twenty-three at the time; and was taking a special course in mediaeval +metaphysics at Miskatonic. The daughter of a friend of mine had met her before - +in the Hall School at Kingsport - and had been inclined to shun her because of +her odd reputation. She was dark, smallish, and very good-looking except for +overprotuberant eyes; but something in her expression alienated extremely +sensitive people. It was, however, largely her origin and conversation which +caused average folk to avoid her. She was one of the Innsmouth Waites, and dark +legends have clustered for generations about crumbling, half-deserted +Innsmouth and its people. There are tales of horrible bargains about the year +1850, and of a strange element "not quite human" in the ancient families of the +run-down fishing port - tales such as only old-time Yankees can devise and +repeat with proper awesomeness. + +Asenath's case was aggravated by the fact that she was Ephraim Waite's +daughter - the child of his old age by an unknown wife who always went veiled. +Ephraim lived in a half-decayed mansion in Washington Street, Innsmouth, and +those who had seen the place (Arkham folk avoid going to Innsmouth whenever +they can) declared that the attic windows were always boarded, and that strange +sounds sometimes floated from within as evening drew on. The old man was +known to have been a prodigious magical student in his day, and legend averred +that he could raise or quell storms at sea according to his whim. I had seen him +once or twice in my youth as he came to Arkham to consult forbidden tomes at +the college library, and had hated his wolfish, saturnine face with its tangle of +iron-grey beard. He had died insane - under rather queer circumstances - just +before his daughter (by his will made a nominal ward of the principal) entered +the Hall School, but she had been his morbidly avid pupil and looked fiendishly +like him at times. + +The friend whose daughter had gone to school with Asenath Waite repeated +many curious things when the news of Edward's acquaintance with her began to +spread about. Asenath, it seemed, had posed as a kind of magician at school; and +had really seemed able to accomplish some highly baffling marvels. She +professed to be able to raise thunderstorms, though her seeming success was +generally laid to some uncanny knack at prediction. All animals markedly +disliked her, and she could make any dog howl by certain motions of her right +hand. There were times when she displayed snatches of knowledge and +language very singular - and very shocking - for a young girl; when she would +frighten her schoolmates with leers and winks of an inexplicable kind, and +would seem to extract an obscene zestful irony from her present situation. + +Most unusual, though, were the well-attested cases of her influence over other +persons. She was, beyond question, a genuine hypnotist. By gazing peculiarly at + + + + +a fellow-student she would often give the latter a distinct feeling of exchanged +personality - as if the subject were placed momentarily in the magician's body +and able to stare half across the room at her real body, whose eyes blazed and +protruded with an alien expression. Asenath often made wild claims about the +nature of consciousness and about its independence of the physical frame - or at +least from the life-processes of the physical frame. Her crowning rage, however, +was that she was not a man; since she believed a male brain had certain unique +and far-reaching cosmic powers. Given a man's brain, she declared, she could +not only equal but surpass her father in mastery of unknown forces. + +Edward met Asenath at a gathering of "intelligentsia" held in one of the +students' rooms, and could talk of nothing else when he came to see me the next +day. He had found her full of the interests and erudition which engrossed him +most, and was in addition wildly taken with her appearance. I had never seen +the young woman, and recalled casual references only faintly, but I knew who +she was. It seemed rather regrettable that Derby should become so upheaved +about her; but I said nothing to discourage him, since infatuation thrives on +opposition. He was not, he said, mentioning her to his father. + +In the next few weeks I heard of very little but Asenath from young Derby. +Others now remarked Edward's autumnal gallantry, though they agreed that he +did not look even nearly his actual age, or seem at all inappropriate as an escort +for his bizarre divinity. He was only a trifle paunchy despite his indolence and +self-indulgence, and his face was absolutely without lines. Asenath, on the other +hand, had the premature crow's feet which come from the exercises of an intense +will. + +About this time Edward brought the girl to call on me, and I at once saw that his +interest was by no means one-sided. She eyed him continually with an almost +predatory air, and I perceived that their intimacy was beyond untangling. Soon +afterward I had a visit from old Mr. Derby, whom I had always admired and +respected. He had heard the tales of his son's new friendship, and had wormed +the whole truth out of "the boy." Edward meant to marry Asenath, and had even +been looking at houses in the suburbs. Knowing my usually great influence with +his son, the father wondered if I could help to break the ill-advised affair off; but +I regretfully expressed my doubts. This time it was not a question of Edward's +weak will but of the woman's strong will. The perennial child had transferred his +dependence from the parental image to a new and stronger image, and nothing +could be done about it. + +The wedding was performed a month later - by a justice of the peaoe, according +to the bride's request. Mr. Derby, at my advice, offered no opposition, and he, +my wife, my son, and I attended the brief ceremony - the other guests being wild + + + + +young people from the college. Asenath had bought the old Crowninshield place +in the country at the end of High Street, and they proposed to settle there after a +short trip to Innsmouth, whence three servants and some books and household +goods were to be brought. It was probably not so much consideration for +Edward and his father as a personal wish to be near the college, its library, and +its crowd of "sophisticates," that made Asenath settle in Arkham instead of +returning permanently home. + +When Edward called on me after the honeymoon I thought he looked slightly +changed. Asenath had made him get rid of the undeveloped moustache, but +there was more than that. He looked soberer and more thoughtful, his habitual +pout of childish rebelliousness being exchanged for a look almost of genuine +sadness. I was puzzled to decide whether I liked or disliked the change. +Certainly he seemed for the moment more normally adult than ever before. +Perhaps the marriage was a good thing - might not the change of dependence +form a start toward actual neutralisaton, leading ultimately to responsible +independence? He came alone, for Asenath was very busy. She had brought a +vast store of books and apparatus from Innsmouth (Derby shuddered as he +spoke the name), and was finishing the restoration of the Crowninshield house +and grounds. + +Her home - in that town - was a rather disgusting place, but certain objects in it +had taught him some surprising things. He was progressing fast in esoteric lore +now that he had Asenath's guidance. Some of the experiments she proposed +were very daring and radical - he did not feel at liberty to describe them - but he +had confidence in her powers and intentions. The three servants were very queer +- an incredibly aged couple who had been with old Ephraim and referred +occasionally to him and to Asenath's dead mother in a cryptic way, and a +swarthy young wench who had marked anomalies of feature and seemed to +exude a perpetual odour of fish. + + +For the next two years I saw less and less of Derby. A fortnight would sometimes +slip by without the familiar three-and-two strokes at the front door; and when he +did call - or when, as happened with increasing infrequency, I called on him - he +was very little disposed to converse on vital topics. He had become secretive +about those occult studies which he used to describe and discuss so minutely, +and preferred not to talk of his wife. She had aged tremendously since her +marriage, till now - oddly enough - she seemed the elder of the two. Her face +held the most concentratedly determined expression I had ever seen, and her +whole aspect seemed to gain a vague, unplaceable repulsiveness. My wife and +son noticed it as much as I, and we all ceased gradually to call on her - for which. + + + + +Edward admitted in one of his boyishly tactless moments, she was unmitigatedly +grateful. Occasionally the Derbys would go on long trips - ostensibly to Europe, +though Edward sometimes hinted at obscurer destinations. + +It was after the first year that people began talking about the change in Edward +Derby. It was very casual talk, for the change was purely psychological; but it +brought up some interesting points. Now and then, it seemed Edward was +observed to wear an expression and to do things wholly incompatible with his +usual flabby nature. For example - although in the old days he could not drive a +car, he was now seen occasionally to dash into or out of the old Crowninshield +driveway with Asenath's powerful Packard, handling it like a master, and +meeting traffic entanglements with a skill and determination utterly alien to his +accustomed nature. In such cases he seemed always to be just back from some +trip or just starting on one - what sort of trip, no one could guess, although he +mostly favoured the Innsmouth road. + +Oddly, the metamorphosis did not seem altogether pleasing. People said he +looked too much like his wife, or like old Ephraim Waite himself, in these +moments - or perhaps these moments seemed unnatural because they were so +rare. Sometimes, hours after starting out in this way, he would return listlessly +sprawled on the rear seat of the car while an obviously hired chauffeur or +mechanic drove. Also, his preponderant aspect on the streets during his +decreasing round of social contacts (including, I may say, his calls on me) was +the old-time indecisive one - its irresponsible childishness even more marked +than in the past. While Asenath's face aged, Edward - aside from those +exceptional occasions - actually relaxed into a kind of exaggerated immaturity, +save when a trace of the new sadness or understanding would flash across it. It +was really very puzzling. Meanwhile the Derbys almost dropped out of the gay +college circle - not through their own disgust, we heard, but because something +about their present studies shocked even the most callous of the other decadents. + +It was in the third year of the marriage that Edward began to hint openly to me +of a certain fear and dissatisfaction. He would let fall remarks about things +"going too far," and would talk darkly about the need of "gaining his identity." +At first I ignored such references, but in time I began to question him guardedly, +remembering what my friend's daughter had said about Asenath's hypnotic +influence over the other girls at school - the cases where students had thought +they were in her body looking across the room at themselves. This questioning +seemed to make him at once alarmed and grateful, and once he mumbled +something about having a serious talk with me later. About this time old Mr. +Derby died, for which I was afterward very thankful. Edward was badly upset, +though by no means disorganized. He had seen astonishingly little of his parent +since his marriage, for Asenath had concentrated in herself all his vital sense of + + + + +family linkage. Some called him callous in his loss - especially since those jaunty +and confident moods in the car began to increase. He now wished to move back +into the old family mansion, but Asenath insisted on staying in the +Crowninshield house to which she had become well adjusted. + +Not long afterward my wife heard a curious thing from a friend - one of the few +who had not dropped the Derbys. She had been out to the end of High Street to +call on the couple, and had seen a car shoot briskly out of the drive with +Edward's oddly confident and almost sneering face above the wheel. Ringing the +bell, she had been told by the repulsive wench that Asenath was also out; but +had chanced to look at the house in leaving. There, at one of Edward's library +windows, she had glimpsed a hastily withdrawn face - a face whose expression +of pain, defeat, and wistful hopelessness was poignant beyond description. It +was - incredibly enough in view of its usual domineering cast - Asenath' s; yet the +caller had vowed that in that instant the sad, muddled eyes of poor Edward were +gazing out from it. + +Edward's calls now grew a trifle more frequent, and his hints occasionally +became concrete. What he said was not to be believed, even in centuried and +legend-haunted Arkham; but he threw out his dark lore with a sincerity and +convincingness which made one fear for his sanity. He talked about terrible +meetings in lonely places, of Cyclopean ruins in the heart of the Maine woods +beneath which vast staircases led down to abysses of nighted secrets, of complex +angles that led through invisible walls to other regions of space and time, and of +hideous exchanges of personality that permitted explorations in remote and +forbidden places, on other worlds, and in different space-time continua. + +He would now and then back up certain crazy hints by exhibiting objects which +utterly nonplussed me - elusively coloured and bafflingly textured objects like +nothing ever heard of on earth, whose insane curves and surfaces answered no +conceivable purpose, and followed no conceivable geometry. These things, he +said, came "from outside"; and his wife knew how to get them. Sometimes - but +always in frightened and ambiguous whisper - he would suggest things about +old Ephraim Waite, whom he had seen occasionally at the college library in the +old days. These adumbrations were never specific, but seemed to revolve around +some especially horrible doubt as to whether the old wizard were really dead - in +a spiritual as well as corporeal sense. + +At times Derby would halt abruptly in his revelations, and I wondered whether +Asenath could possibly have divined his speech at a distance and cut him off +through some unknown sort of telepathic mesmerism - some power of the kind +she had displayed at school. Certainly, she suspected that he told me things, for +as the weeks passed she tried to stop his visits with words and glances of a most + + + + +inexplicable potency. Only with difficulty could he get to see me, for although he +would pretend to be going somewhere else, some invisible force would generally +clog his motions or make him forget his destination for the time being. His visits +usually came when Asenath was way - "away in her own body," as he once +oddly put it. She always found out later - the servants watched his goings and +coming - but evidently she thought it inexpedient to do anything drastic. + + +Derby had been married more than three years on that August day when I got +that telegram from Maine. I had not seen him for two months, but had heard he +was away "on business." Asenath was supposed to be with him, though +watchful gossip declared there was someone upstairs in the house behind the +doubly curtained windows. They had watched the purchases made by the +servants. And now the town marshal of Chesuncook had wired of the draggled +madman who stumbled out of the woods with delirious ravings and screamed to +me for protection. It was Edward - and he had been just able to recall his own +name and address. + +Chesuncook is close to the wildest, deepest, and least explored forest belt in +Maine, and it took a whole day of feverish jolting through fantastic and +forbidding scenery to get there in a car. I found Derby in a cell at the town farm, +vacillating between frenzy and apathy. He knew me at once, and began pouring +out a meaningless, half-incoherent torrent of words in my direction. + +"Dan, for God's sake! The pit of the shoggoths! Down the six thousand steps... +the abomination of abominations... I never would let her take me, and then I +found myself there - la! Shub-Niggurath! - The shape rose up from the altar, and +there were five hundred that howled - The Hooded Thing bleated 'Kamog! +Kamog!' - that was old Ephraim's secret name in the coven - 1 was there, where +she promised she wouldn't take me - A minute before I was locked in the library, +and then I was there where she had gone with my body - in the place of utter +blasphemy, the unholy pit where the black realm begins and the watcher guards +the gate - 1 saw a shoggoth - it changed shape - 1 can't stand it - I'll kill her if she +ever sends me there again - I'll kill that entity - her, him, it - I'll kill it! I'll kill it +with my own hands!" + +It took me an hour to quiet him, but he subsided at last. The next day I got him +decent clothes in the village, and set out with him for Arkham. His fury of +hysteria was spent, and he was inclined to be silent, though he began muttering +darkly to himself when the car passed through Augusta - as if the sight of a city +aroused unpleasant memories. It was clear that he did not wish to go home; and +considering the fantastic delusions he seemed to have about his wife - delusions + + + + +undoubtedly springing from some actual hypnotic ordeal to which he had been +subjected - 1 thought it would be better if he did not. I would, I resolved, put him +up myself for a time; no matter what unpleasantness it would make with +Asenath. Later I would help him get a divorce, for most assuredly there were +mental factors which made this marriage suicidal for him. When we struck open +country again Derby's muttering faded away, and I let him nod and drowse on +the seat beside me as I drove. + +During our sunset dash through Portland the muttering commenced again, more +distinctly than before, and as I listened I caught a stream of utterly insane drivel +about Asenath. The extent to which she had preyed on Edward's nerves was +plain, for he had woven a whole set of hallucinations around her. His present +predicament, he mumbled furtively, was only one of a long series. She was +getting hold of him, and he knew that some day she would never let go. Even +now she probably let him go only when she had to, because she couldn't hold on +long at a time. She constantly took his body and went to nameless places for +nameless rites, leaving him in her body and locking him upstairs - but sometimes +she couldn't hold on, and he would find himself suddenly in his own body again +in some far-off, horrible, and perhaps unknown place. Sometimes she'd get hold +of him again and sometimes she couldn't. Often he was left stranded somewhere +as I had found him - time and again he had to find his way home from frightful +distances, getting somebody to drive the car after he found it. + +The worst thing was that she was holding on to him longer and longer at a time. +She wanted to be a man - to be fully human - that was why she got hold of him. +She had sensed the mixture of fine-wrought brain and weak will in him. Some +day she would crowd him out and disappear with his body - disappear to +become a great magician like her father and leave him marooned in that female +shell that wasn't even quite human. Yes, he knew about the Innsmouth blood +now. There had been traffick with things from the sea - it was horrible. . . And old +Ephraim - he had known the secret, and when he grew old did a hideous thing to +keep alive - he wanted to live forever - Asenath would succeed - one successful +demonstration had taken place already. + +As Derby muttered on I turned to look at him closely, verifying the impression of +change which an earlier scrutiny had given me. Paradoxically, he seemed in +better shape than usual - harder, more normally developed, and without the +trace of sickly flabbiness caused by his indolent habits. It was as if he had been +really active and properly exercised for the first time in his coddled life, and I +judged that Asenath's force must have pushed him into unwonted channels of +motion and alertness. But just now his mind was in a pitiable state; for he was +mumbling wild extravagances about his wife, about black magic, about old +Ephraim, and about some revelation which would convince even me. He + + + + +repeated names which I recognized from bygone browsings in forbidden +volumes, and at times made me shudder with a certain thread of mythological +consistency - or convincing coherence - which ran through his maundering. +Again and again he would pause, as if to gather courage for some final and +terrible disclosure. + +"Dan, Dan, don't you remember him - wild eyes and the unkempt beard that +never turned white? He glared at me once, and I never forgot it. Now she glares +that way. And I know why! He found it in the Necronomicon - the formula. I +don't dare tell you the page yet, but when I do you can read and understand. +Then you will know what has engulfed me. On, on, on, on - body to body to +body - he means never to die. The life-glow - he knows how to break the link. . . it +can flicker on a while even when the body is dead. I'll give you hints and maybe +you'll guess. Listen, Dan - do you know why my wife always takes such pains +with that silly backhand writing? Have you ever seen a manuscript of old +Ephraim's? Do you want to know why I shivered when I saw some hasty notes +Asenath had jotted down? + +"Asenath - is there such a person? Why did they half-think there was poison in +old Ephraim's stomach? Why do the Gilmans whisper about the way he shrieked +- like a frightened child - when he went mad and Asenath locked him up in the +padded attic room where - the other - had been? Was it old Ephraim's soul that +was locked in? Who locked in whom? Why had he been looking for months for +someone with a fine mind and a weak will? - Why did he curse that his daughter +wasn't a son? Tell me? Daniel Upton - what devilish exchange was perpetrated in +the house of horror where that blasphemous monster had his trusting, weak- +willed half-human child at his mercy? Didn't he make it permanent - as she'll do +in the end with me? Tell me why that thing that calls itself Asenath writes +differently off guard, so that you can't tell its script from - " + +Then the thing happened. Derby's voice was rising to a thin treble scream as he +raved, when suddenly it was shut off with an almost mechanical click. I thought +of those other occasions at my home when his confidences had abruptly ceased - +when I had half-fancied that some obscure telepathic wave of Asenath's mental +force was intervening to keep him silent. This, though, was something altogether +different - and, I felt, infinitely more horrible. The face beside me was twisted +almost unrecognizably for a moment, while through the whole body there +passed a shivering motion - as if all the bones, organs, muscles, nerves, and +glands were adjusting themselves to a radically different posture, set of stresses, +and general personality. + +Just where the supreme horror lay, I could not for my life tell; yet there swept +over me such a swamping wave of sickness and repulsion - such a freezing. + + + + +petrifying sense of utter alienage and abnormality - that my grasp of the wheel +grew feeble and uncertain. The figure beside me seemed less like a lifelong friend +than like some monstrous intrusion from outer space - some damnable, utterly +accursed focus of unknown and malign cosmic forces. + +I had faltered only a moment, but before another moment was over my +companion had seized the wheel and forced me to change places with him. The +dusk was now very thick, and the lights of Portland far behind, so I could not see +much of his face. The blaze of his eyes, though, was phenomenal; and I knew that +he must now be in that queerly energized state - so unlike his usual self - which +so many people had noticed. It seemed odd and incredible that listless Edward +Derby - he who could never assert himself, and who had never learned to drive - +should be ordering me about and taking the wheel of my own car, yet that was +precisely what had happened. He did not speak for some time, and in my +inexplicable horror I was glad he did not. + +In the lights of Biddeford and Saco I saw his firmly set mouth, and shivered at +the blaze of his eyes. The people were right - he did look damnably like his wife +and like old Ephraim when in these moods. I did not wonder that the moods +were disliked - there was certainly something unnatural in them, and I felt the +sinister element all the more because of the wild ravings I had been hearing. This +man, for all my lifelong knowledge of Edward Pickman Derby, was a stranger - +an intrusion of some sort from the black abyss. + +He did not speak until we were on a dark stretch of road, and when he did his +voice seemed utterly unfamiliar. It was deeper, firmer, and more decisive than I +had ever known it to be; while its accent and pronunciation were altogether +changed - though vaguely, remotely, and rather disturbingly recalling something +I could not quite place. There was, I thought, a trace of very profound and very +genuine irony in the timbre - not the flashy, meaninglessly jaunty pseudo-irony +of the callow "sophisticate," which Derby had habitually affected, but something +grim, basic, pervasive, and potentially evil. I marvelled at the self-possession so +soon following the spell of panic-struck muttering. + +"I hope you'll forget my attack back there, Upton," he was saying. "You know +what my nerves are, and I guess you can excuse such things. I'm enormously +grateful, of course, for this lift home. + +"And you must forget, too, any crazy things I may have been saying about my +wife - and about things in general. That's what comes from overstudy in a field +like mine. My philosophy is full of bizarre concepts, and when the mind gets +worn out it cooks up all sorts of imaginary concrete applications. I shall take a + + + + +rest from now on - you probably won't see me for some time, and you needn't +blame Asenath for it. + +"This trip was a bit queer, but it's really very simple. There are certain Indian +relics in the north wood - standing stones, and all that - which mean a good deal +in folklore, and Asenath and I are following that stuff up. It was a hard search, so +I seem to have gone off my head. I must send somebody for the car when I get +home. A month's relaxation will put me on my feet." + +I do not recall just what my own part of the conversation was, for the baffling +alienage of my seatmate filled all my consciousness. With every moment my +feeling of elusive cosmic horror increased, till at length I was in a virtual delirium +of longing for the end of the drive. Derby did not offer to relinquish the wheel, +and I was glad of the speed with which Portsmouth and Newburyport flashed +by. + +At the junction where the main highway runs inland and avoids Innsmouth, I +was half-afraid my driver would take the bleak shore road that goes through that +damnable place. He did not, however, but darted rapidly past Rowley and +Ipswich toward our destination. We reached Arkham before midnight, and +found the lights still on at the old Crowninshield house. Derby left the car with a +hasty repetition of his thanks, and I drove home alone with a curious feeling of +relief. It had been a terrible drive - all the more terrible because I could not quite +tell why - and I did not regret Derby's forecast of a long absence from my +company. + +The next two months were full of rumours. People spoke of seeing Derby more +and more in his new energized state, and Asenath was scarcely ever in to her +callers. I had only one visit from Edward, when he called briefly in Asenath's car +- duly reclaimed from wherever he had left it in Maine - to get some books he +had lent me. He was in his new state, and paused only long enough for some +evasively polite remarks. It was plain that he had nothing to discuss with me +when in this condition - and I noticed that he did not even trouble to give the old +three-and-two signal when ringing the doorbell. As on that evening in the car, I +felt a faint, infinitely deep horror which I could not explain; so that his swift +departure was a prodigious relief. + +In mid-September Derby was away for a week, and some of the decadent college +set talked knowingly of the matter - hinting at a meeting with a notorious cult- +leader, lately expelled from England, who had established headquarters in New +York. For my part I could not get that strange ride from Maine out of my head. +The transformation I had witnessed had affected me profoundly, and I caught + + + + +myself again and again trying to account for the thing - and for the extreme +horror it had inspired in me. + +But the oddest rumours were those about the sobbing in the old Crowninshield +house. The voice seemed to be a woman's, and some of the younger people +thought it sounded like Asenath's. It was heard only at rare intervals, and would +sometimes be choked off as if by force. There was talk of an investigation, but +this was dispelled one day when Asenath appeared in the streets and chatted in a +sprightly way with a large number of acquaintances - apologizing for her recent +absence and speaking incidentally about the nervous breakdown and hysteria of +a guest from Boston. The guest was never seen, but Asenath's appearance left +nothing to be said. And then someone complicated matters by whispering that +the sobs had once or twice been in a man's voice. + +One evening in mid-October, I heard the familiar three-and-two ring at the front +door. Answering it myself, I found Edward on the steps, and saw in a moment +that his personality was the old one which I had not encountered since the day of +his ravings on that terrible ride from Chesuncook. His face was twitching with a +mixture of odd emotions in which fear and triumph seemed to share dominion, +and he looked furtively over his shoulder as I closed the door behind him. + +Following me clumsily to the study, he asked for some whiskey to steady his +nerves. I forbore to question him, but waited till he felt like beginning whatever +he wanted to say. At length he ventured some information in a choking voice. + +"Asenath has gone, Dan. We had a long talk last night while the servants were +out, and I made her promise to stop preying on me. Of course I had certain - +certain occult defences I never told you about. She had to give in, but got +frightfully angry. Just packed up and started for New York - walked right out to +catch the eight-twenty in to Boston. I suppose people will talk, but I can't help +that. You needn't mention that there was any trouble - just say she's gone on a +long research trip. + +"She's probably going to stay with one of her horrible groups of devotees. I hope +she'll go west and get a divorce - anyhow, I've made her promise to keep away +and let me alone. It was horrible, Dan - she was stealing my body - crowding me +out - making a prisoner of me. I lay low and pretended to let her do it, but I had +to be on the watch. I could plan if I was careful, for she can't read my mind +literally, or in detail. All she could read of my planning was a sort of general +mood of rebellion - and she always thought I was helpless. Never thought I +could get the best of her. . . but I had a spell or two that worked." + +Derby looked over his shoulder and took some more whiskey. + + + + +"I paid off those damned servants this morning when they got back. They were +ugly about it, and asked questions, but they went. They're her kin - Innsmouth +people - and were hand and glove with her. I hope they'll let me alone - 1 didn't +like the way they laughed when they walked away. I must get as many of Dad's +old servants again as I can. I'll move back home now. + +"I suppose you think I'm crazy, Dan - but Arkham history ought to hint at things +that back up what I've told you - and what I'm going to tell you. You've seen one +of the changes, too - in your car after I told you about Asenath that day coming +home from Maine. That was when she got me - drove me out of my body. The +last thing I remember was when I was all worked up trying to tell you what that +she-devil is. Then she got me, and in a flash I was back at the house - in the +library where those damned servants had me locked up - and in that cursed +fiend's body that isn't even human. . . You know it was she you must have ridden +home with - that preying wolf in my body - You ought to have known the +difference!" + +I shuddered as Derby paused. Surely, I had known the difference - yet could I +accept an explanation as insane as this? But my distracted caller was growing +even wilder. + +"I had to save myself - 1 had to, Dan! She'd have got me for good at Hallowmass +- they hold a Sabbat up there beyond Chesuncook, and the sacrifice would have +clinched things. She'd have got me for good - she'd have been I, and I'd have +been she - forever - too late - My body'd have been hers for good - She'd have +been a man, and fully human, just as she wanted to be - 1 suppose she'd have put +me out of the way - killed her own ex-body with me in it, damn her, just as she +did before - just as she did, or it did before - " Edward's face was now atrociously +distorted, and he bent it uncomfortably close to mine as his voice fell to a +whisper. + +"You must know what I hinted in the car - that she isn't Asenath at all, but really +old Ephraim himself. I suspected it a year and a half ago, and I know it now. Her +handwriting shows it when she goes off guard - sometimes she jots down a note +in writing that's just like her father's manuscripts, stroke for stroke - and +sometimes she says things that nobody but an old man like Ephraim could say. +He changed forms with her when he felt death coming - she was the only one he +could find with the right kind of brain and a weak enough will - he got her body +permanently, just as she almost got mine, and then poisoned the old body he'd +put her into. Haven't you seen old Ephraim's soul glaring out of that she-devil's +eyes dozens of times - and out of mine when she has control of my body?" + + + + +The whisperer was panting, and paused for breath. I said nothing; and when he +resumed his voice was nearer normal. This, I reflected, was a case for the asylum, +but I would not be the one to send him there. Perhaps time and freedom from +Asenath would do its work. I could see that he would never wish to dabble in +morbid occultism again. + +"I'll tell you more later - I must have a long rest now. I'll tell you something of +the forbidden horrors she led me into - something of the age-old horrors that +even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to +keep them alive. Some people know things about the universe that nobody ought +to know, and can do things that nobody ought to be able to do. I've been in it up +to my neck, but that's the end. Today I'd burn that damned Necronomicon and +all the rest if I were librarian at Miskatonic. + +"But she can't get me now. I must get out of that accursed house as soon as I can, +and settle down at home. You'll help me, I know, if I need help. Those devilish +servants, you know - and if people should get too inquisitive about Asenath. You +see, I can't give them her address... Then there are certain groups of searchers - +certain cults, you know - that might misunderstand our breaking up... some of +them have damnably curious ideas and methods. I know you'll stand by me if +anything happens - even if I have to tell you a lot that will shock you. . ." + +I had Edward stay and sleep in one of the guest-chambers that night, and in the +morning he seemed calmer. We discussed certain possible arrangements for his +moving back into the Derby mansion, and I hoped he would lose no time in +making the change. He did not call the next evening, but I saw him frequently +during the ensuing weeks. We talked as little as possible about strange and +unpleasant things, but discussed the renovation of the old Derby house, and the +travels which Edward promised to take with my son and me the following +summer. + +Of Asenath we said almost nothing, for I saw that the subject was a peculiarly +disturbing one. Gossip, of course, was rife; but that was no novelty in connection +with the strange menage at the old Crowninshield house. One thing I did not like +was what Derby's banker let fall in an over-expansive mood at the Miskatonic +Club - about the cheques Edward was sending regularly to a Moses and Abigail +Sargent and a Eunice Babson in Innsmouth. That looked as if those evil-faced +servants were extorting some kind of tribute from him - yet he had not +mentioned the matter to me. + +I wished that the summer - and my son's Harvard vacation - would come, so that +we could get Edward to Europe. He was not, I soon saw, mending as rapidly as I +had hoped he would; for there was something a bit hysterical in his occasional + + + + +exhilaration, while his moods of fright and depression were altogether too +frequent. The old Derby house was ready by December, yet Edward constantly +put off moving. Though he hated and seemed to fear the Crowninshield place, he +was at the same time queerly enslaved by it. He could not seem to begin +dismantling things, and invented every kind of excuse to postpone action. When +I pointed this out to him he appeared unaccountably frightened. His father's old +butler - who was there with other reacquired servants - told me one day that +Edward's occasional prowlings about the house, and especially down cellar, +looked odd and unwholesome to him. I wondered if Asenath had been writing +disturbing letters, but the butler said there was no mail which could have come +from her. + +It was about Christmas that Derby broke down one evening while calling on me. +I was steering the conversation toward next summer's travels when he suddenly +shrieked and leaped up from his chair with a look of shocking, uncontrollable +fright - a cosmic panic and loathing such as only the nether gulfs of nightmare +could bring to any sane mind. + +"My brain! My brain! God, Dan - it's tugging - from beyond - knocking - clawing +- that she-devil - even now - Ephraim - Kamog! Kamog! - The pit of the +shoggoths - la! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young!. . . + +"The flame - the flame - beyond body, beyond life - in the earth - oh, God!" + +I pulled him back to his chair and poured some wine down his throat as his +frenzy sank to a dull apathy. He did not resist, but kept his lips moving as if +talking to himself. Presently I realized that he was trying to talk to me, and bent +my ear to his mouth to catch the feeble words. + +"Again, again - she's trying - I might have known - nothing can stop that force; +not distance nor magic, nor death - it comes and comes, mostly in the night - I +can't leave - it's horrible - oh, God, Dan, if you only knew as I do just how +horrible it is..." + +When he had slumped down into a stupor I propped him with pillows and let +normal sleep overtake him. I did not call a doctor, for I knew what would be said +of his sanity, and wished to give nature a chance if I possibly could. He waked at +midnight, and I put him to bed upstairs, but he was gone by morning. He had let +himself quietly out of the house - and his butler, when called on the wire, said he +was at home pacing about the library. + +Edward went to pieces rapidly after that. He did not call again, but I went daily +to see him. He would always be sitting in his library, staring at nothing and + + + + +having an air of abnormal listening. Sometimes he talked rationally, but always +on trivial topics. Any mention of his trouble, of future plans, or of Asenath +would send him into a frenzy. His butler said he had frightful seizures at night, +during which he might eventually do himself harm. + +I had a long talk with his doctor, banker, and lawyer, and finally took the +physician with two specialist colleagues to visit him. The spasms that resulted +from the first questions were violent and pitiable - and that evening a closed car +took his poor struggling body to the Arkham Sanitarium. I was made his +guardian and called on him twice weekly - almost weeping to hear his wild +shrieks, awesome whispers, and dreadful, droning repetitions of such phrases as +"I had to do it - I had to do it - it'll get me - it'll get me - down there - down there +in the dark - Mother! Mother! Dan! Save me - save me -" + +How much hope of recovery there was, no one could say, but I tried my best to +be optimistic. Edward must have a home if he emerged, so I transferred his +servants to the Derby mansion, which would surely be his sane choice. What to +do about the Crowninshield place with its complex arrangements and collections +of utterly inexplicable objects I could not decide, so left it momentarily +untouched - telling the Derby household to go over and dust the chief rooms +once a week, and ordering the furnace man to have a fire on those days. + +The final nightmare came before Candlemas - heralded, in cruel irony, by a false +gleam of hope. One morning late in January the sanitarium telephoned to report +that Edward's reason had suddenly come back. His continuous memory, they +said, was badly impaired; but sanity itself was certain. Of course he must remain +some time for observation, but there could be little doubt of the outcome. All +going well, he would surely be free in a week. + +I hastened over in a flood of delight, but stood bewildered when a nurse took me +to Edward's room. The patient rose to greet me, extending his hand with a polite +smile; but I saw in an instant that he bore the strangely energized personality +which had seemed so foreign to his own nature - the competent personality I had +found so vaguely horrible, and which Edward himself had once vowed was the +intruding soul of his wife. There was the same blazing vision - so like Asenath's +and old Ephraim's - and the same firm mouth; and when he spoke I could sense +the same grim, pervasive irony in his voice - the deep irony so redolent of +potential evil. This was the person who had driven my car through the night five +months before - the person I had not seen since that brief call when he had +forgotten the oldtime doorbell signal and stirred such nebulous fears in me - and +now he filled me with the same dim feeling of blasphemous alienage and +ineffable cosmic hideousness. + + + + +He spoke affably of arrangements for release - and there was nothing for me to +do but assent, despite some remarkable gaps in his recent memories. Yet I felt +that something was terribly, inexplicably wrong and abnormal. There were +horrors in this thing that I could not reach. This was a sane person - but was it +indeed the Edward Derby I had known? If not, who or what was it - and where +was Edward? Ought it to be free or confined - or ought it to be extirpated from +the face of the earth? There was a hint of the abysmally sardonic in everything +the creature said - the Asenath-like eyes lent a special and baffling mockery to +certain words about the early liberty earned by an especially close confinement! I +must have behaved very awkwardly, and was glad to beat a retreat. + +All that day and the next I racked my brain over the problem. What had +happened? What sort of mind looked out through those alien eyes in Edward's +face? I could think of nothing but this dimly terrible enigma, and gave up all +efforts to perform my usual work. The second morning the hospital called up to +say that the recovered patient was unchanged, and by evening I was close to a +nervous collapse-a state I admit, though others will vow it coloured my +subsequent vision. I have nothing to say on this point except that no madness of +mine could account for all the evidence. + + +It was in the night-after that second evening - that stark, utter horror burst over +me and weighted my spirit with a black, clutching panic from which it can never +shake free. It began with a telephone call just before midnight. I was the only one +up, and sleepily took down the receiver in the library. No one seemed to be on +the wire, and I was about to hang up and go to bed when my ear caught a very +faint suspicion of sound at the other end. Was someone trying under great +difficulties to talk? As I listened I thought I heard a sort of half-liquid bubbling +noise - "glub... glub... glub" - which had an odd suggestion of inarticulate, +unintelligible word and syllable divisions. I called "Who is it?" But the only +answer was "glub... glub... glub-glub." I could only assume that the noise was +mechanical; but fancying that it might be a case of a broken instrument able to +receive but not to send, I added, "I can't hear you. Better hang up and try +Information." Immediately I heard the receiver go on the hook at the other end. + +This, I say, was just about midnight. When the call was traced afterward it was +found to come from the old Crowninshield house, though it was fully half a +week from the housemaid's day to be there. I shall only hint what was found at +that house - the upheaval in a remote cellar storeroom, the tracks, the dirt, the +hastily rifled wardrobe, the baffling marks on the telephone, the clumsily used +stationery, and the detestable stench lingering over everything. The police, poor +fools, have their smug little theories, and are still searching for those sinister + + + + +discharged servants - who have dropped out of sight amidst the present furore. +They speak of a ghouhsh revenge for things that were done, and say I was +included because I was Edward's best friend and adviser. + +Idiots! Do they fancy those brutish clowns could have forged that handwriting? +Do they fancy they could have brought what later came? Are they blind to the +changes in that body that was Edward's? As for me, I now believe all that +Edward Derby ever told me. There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not +suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range. +Ephraim - Asenat - that devil called them in, and they engulfed Edward as they +are engulfing me. + +Can I be sure that I am safe? Those powers survive the life of the physical form. +The next day - in the afternoon, when I pulled out of my prostration and was +able to walk and talk coherently - 1 went to the madhouse and shot him dead for +Edward's and the world's sake, but can I be sure till he is cremated? They are +keeping the body for some silly autopsies by different doctors - but I say he must +be cremated. He must be cremated - he who was not Edward Derby when I shot +him. I shall go mad if he is not, for I may be the next. But my will is not weak - +and I shall not let it be undermined by the terrors I know are seething around it. +One life - Ephraim, Asenath, and Edward - who now? I will not be driven out of +my body. . . I will not change souls with that bullet-ridden lich in the madhouse! + +But let me try to tell coherently of that final horror. I will not speak of what the +police persistently ignored - the tales of that dwarfed, grotesque, malodorous +thing met by at least three wayfarers in High Street just before two o'clock, and +the nature of the single footprints in certain places. I will say only that just about +two the doorbell and knocker waked me - doorbell and knocker both, aplied +alternately and uncertainly in a kind of weak desperation, and each trying to +keep Edward's old signal of three-and-two strokes. + +Roused from sound sleep, my mind leaped into a turmoil. Derby at the door - +and remembering the old code! That new personality had not remembered it... +was Edward suddenly back in his rightful state? Why was he here in such +evident stress and haste? Had he been released ahead of time, or had he escaped? +Perhaps, I thought as I flung on a robe and bounded downstairs, his return to his +own self had brought raving and violence, revoking his discharge and driving +him to a desperate dash for freedom. Whatever had happened, he was good old +Edward again, and I would help him! + +When I opened the door into the elm-arched blackness a gust of insufferably +foetid wind almost flung me prostrate. I choked in nausea, and for a second +scarcely saw the dwarfed, humped figure on the steps. The summons had been + + + + +Edward's, but who was this foul, stunted parody? Where had Edward had time +to go? His ring had sounded only a second before the door opened. + +The caller had on one of Edward's overcoats - its bottom almost touching the +ground, and its sleeves rolled back yet still covering the hands. On the head was +a slouch hat pulled low, while a black silk muffler concealed the face. As I +stepped unsteadily forward, the figure made a semi-liquid sound like that I had +heard over the telephone - "glub... glub..." - and thrust at me a large, closely +written paper impaled on the end of a long pencil. Still reeling from the morbid +and unaccountable foetor, I seized the paper and tried to read it in the light from +the doorway. + +Beyond question, it was in Edward's script. But why had he written when he was +close enough to ring - and why was the script so awkward, coarse and shaky? I +could make out nothing in the dim half light, so edged back into the hall, the +dwarf figure clumping mechanically after but pausing on the inner door's +threshold. The odour of this singular messenger was really appalling, and I +hoped (not in vain, thank God!) that my wife would not wake and confront it. + +Then, as I read the paper, I felt my knees give under me and my vision go black. I +was lying on the floor when I came to, that accursed sheet still clutched in my +fear-rigid hand. This is what it said. + +"Dan - go to the sanitarium and kill it. Exterminate it. It isn't Edward Derby any +more. She got me - it's Asenath - and she has been dead three months and a half. +I lied when I said she had gone away. I killed her. I had to. It was sudden, but we +were alone and I was in my right body. I saw a candlestick and smashed her +head in. She would have got me for good at Hallowmass. + +"I buried her in the farther cellar storeroom under some old boxes and cleaned +up all the traces. The servants suspected next morning, but they have such +secrets that they dare not tell the police. I sent them off, but God knows what +they - and others of the cult - will do. + +"I thought for a while I was all right, and then I felt the tugging at my brain. I +knew what it was - I ought to have remembered. A soul like hers - or Ephraim's - +is half detached, and keeps right on after death as long as the body lasts. She was +getting me - making me change bodies with her-seizing my body and purting me +in that corpse of hers buried in the cellar. + +"I knew what was coming - that's why I snapped and had to go to the asylum. +Then it came - I found myself choked in the dark - in Asenath's rotting carcass +down there in the cellar under the boxes where I put it. And I knew she must be + + + + +in my body at the sanitarium - permanently, for it was after Hallowmass, and the +sacrifice would work even without her being there - sane, and ready for release +as a menace to the world. I was desperate, and in spite of everything I clawed my +way out. + +"I'm too far gone to talk - I couldn't manage to telephone - but I can still write. +I'll get fixed up somehow and bring this last word and warning. Kill that fiend if +you value the peace and comfort of the world. See that it is cremated. If you +don't, it will live on and on, body to body forever, and I can't tell you what it will +do. Keep clear of black magic, Dan, it's the devil's business. Goodbye - you've +been a great friend. Tell the police whatever they'll believe - and I'm damnably +sorry to drag all this on you. I'll be at peace before long - this thing won't hold +together much more. Hope you can read this. And kill that thing - kill it. + +Yours - Ed." + +It was only afterward that I read the last half of this paper, for I had fainted at the +end of the third paragraph. I fainted again when I saw and smelled what +cluttered up the threshold where the warm air had struck it. The messenger +would not move or have consciousness any more. + +The butler, tougher-fibred than I, did not faint at what met him in the hall in the +morning. Instead, he telephoned the police. When they came I had been taken +upstairs to bed, but the - other mass - lay where it had collapsed in the night. The +men put handkerchiefs to their noses. + +What they finally found inside Edward's oddly-assorted clothes was mostly +liquescent horror. There were bones, to - and a crushed-in skull. Some dental +work positively identified the skull as Asenath's. + + + + +The Tomb + + + +Written June 1917 + +Published March 1922 in The Vagrant, No. 14, p. 50-64. + +In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this +refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a +natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative. It is an unfortunate fact that the +bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and +intelligence those isolated phenomena, seen and felt only by a psychologically +sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience. Men of broader intellect +know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all +things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and +mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic +materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of supersight +which penetrate the common veil of obvious empricism. + +My name is Jervas Dudley, and from earliest childhood I have been a dreamer +and a visionary. Wealthy beyond the necessity of a commercial life, and +temperamentally unfitted for the formal studies and social recreation of my +acquaintances, I have dwelt ever in realms apart from the visible world; +spending my youth and adolescence in ancient and little known books, and in +roaming the fields and groves of the region near my ancestral home. I do not +think that what I read in these books or saw in these fields and groves was +exactly what other boys read and saw there; but of this I must say little, since +detailed speech would but confirm those cruel slanders upon my intellect which +I sometimes overhear from the whispers of the stealthy attendants around me. It +is sufficient for me to relate events without analyzing causes. + +I have said that I dwelt apart from the visible world, but I have not said that I +dwelt alone. This no human creature may do; for lacking the fellowship of the +living, he inevitably draws upon the companionship of things that are not, or are +no longer, living. Close by my home there lies a singular wooded hollow, in +whose twilight deeps I spent most of my time; reading, thinking, and dreaming. +Down its moss-covered slopes my first steps of infancy were taken, and around +its grotesquely gnarled oak trees my first fancies of boyhood were woven. Well +did I come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched +their wild dances in the struggling beams of a waning moon but of these things I +must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside +thickets; the deserted tomb of the Hydes, an old and exalted family whose last + + + + +direct descendant had been laid within its black recesses many decades before +my birth. + +The vault to which I refer is of ancient granite, weathered and discolored by the +mists and dampness of generations. Excavated back into the hillside, the +structure is visible only at the entrance. The door, a ponderous and forbidding +slab of stone, hangs upon rusted iron hinges, and is fastened ajar in a queerly +sinister way by means of heavy iron chains and padlocks, according to a +gruesome fashion of half a century ago. The abode of the race whose scions are +here inurned had once crowned the declivity which holds the tomb, but had long +since fallen victim to the flames which sprang up from a stroke of lightning. Of +the midnight storm which destroyed this gloomy mansion, the older inhabitants +of the region sometimes speak in hushed and uneasy voices; alluding to what +they call 'divine wrath' in a manner that in later years vaguely increased the +always strong fascination which I had felt for the forest-darkened sepulcher. One +man only had perished in the fire. When the last of the Hydes was buried in this +place of shade and stillness, the sad urnful of ashes had come from a distant +land, to which the family had repaired when the mansion burned down. No one +remains to lay flowers before the granite portal, and few care to brave the +depressing shadows which seem to linger strangely about the water-worn +stones. + +I shall never forget the afternoon when first I stumbled upon the half-hidden +house of death. It was in midsummer, when the alchemy of nature transmutes +the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when +the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and +the subtly indefinable odors of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings +the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and +echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the enthralled +consciousness. + +All day I had been wandering through the mystic groves of the hollow; thinking +thoughts I need not discuss, and conversing with things I need not name. In +years a child of ten, I had seen and heard many wonders unknown to the throng; +and was oddly aged in certain respects. When, upon forcing my way between +two savage clumps of briars, I suddenly encountered the entrance of the vault, I +had no knowledge of what I had discovered. The dark blocks of granite, the door +so curiously ajar, and the funeral carvings above the arch, aroused in me no +associations of mournful or terrible character. Of graves and tombs I knew and +imagined much, but had on account of my peculiar temperament been kept from +all personal contact with churchyards and cemeteries. The strange stone house +on the woodland slope was to me only a source of interest and speculation; and +its cold, damp interior, into which I vainly peered through the aperture so + + + + +tantalizingly left, contained for me no hint of death or decay. But in that instant +of curiosity was born the madly unreasoning desire which has brought me to this +hell of confinement. Spurred on by a voice which must have come from the +hideous soul of the forest, I resolved to enter the beckoning gloom in spite of the +ponderous chains which barred my passage. In the waning light of day I +alternately rattled the rusty impediments with a view to throwing wide the stone +door, and essayed to squeeze my slight form through the space already +provided; but neither plan met with success. At first curious, I was now frantic; +and when in the thickening twilight I returned to my home, I had sworn to the +hundred gods of the grove that at any cost I would some day force an entrance to +the black, chilly depths that seemed calling out to me. The physician with the +iron-grey beard who comes each day to my room, once told a visitor that this +decision marked the beginning of a pitiful monomania; but I will leave final +judgment to my readers when they shall have learnt all. + +The months following my discovery were spent in futile attempts to force the +complicated padlock of the slightly open vault, and in carefully guarded +inquiries regarding the nature and history of the structure. With the traditionally +receptive ears of the small boy, I learned much; though an habitual secretiveness +caused me to tell no one of my information or my resolve. It is perhaps worth +mentioning that I was not at all surprised or terrified on learning of the nature of +the vault. My rather original ideas regarding life and death had caused me to +associate the cold clay with the breathing body in a vague fashion; and I felt that +the great and sinister family of the burned-down mansion was in some way +represented within the stone space I sought to explore. Mumbled tales of the +weird rites and godless revels of bygone years in the ancient hall gave to me a +new and potent interest in the tomb, before whose door I would sit for hours at a +time each day. Once I thrust a candie within the nearly closed entrance, but could +see nothing save a flight of damp stone steps leading downward. The odor of the +place repelled yet bewitched me. I felt I had known it before, in a past remote +beyond all recollection; beyond even my tenancy of the body I now possess. + +The year after I first beheld the tomb, I stumbled upon a worm-eaten translation +of Plutarch's Lives in the book-filled attic of my home. Reading the life of +Theseus, I was much impressed by that passage telling of the great stone beneath +which the boyish hero was to find his tokens of destiny whenever he should +become old enough to lift its enormous weight. The legend had the effect of +dispelling my keenest impatience to enter the vault, for it made me feel that the +time was not yet ripe. Later, I told myself, I should grow to a strength and +ingenuity which might enable me to unfasten the heavily chained door with ease; +but until then I would do better by conforming to what seemed the will of Fate. + + + + +Accordingly my watches by the dank portal became less persistent, and much of +my time was spent in other though equally strange pursuits. I would sometimes +rise very quietly in the night, stealing out to walk in those church-yards and +places of burial from which I had been kept by my parents. What I did there I +may not say, for I am not now sure of the reality of certain things; but I know +that on the day after such a nocturnal ramble I would often astonish those about +me with my knowledge of topics almost forgotten for many generations. It was +after a night like this that I shocked the community with a queer conceit about +the burial of the rich and celebrated Squire Brewster, a maker of local history +who was interred in 1711, and whose slate headstone, bearing a graven skull and +crossbones, was slowly crumbling to powder. In a moment of childish +imagination I vowed not only that the undertaker, Goodman Simpson, had +stolen the silver-buckled shoes, silken hose, and satin small-clothes of the +deceased before burial; but that the Squire himself, not fully inanimate, had +turned twice in his mound- covered coffin on the day after interment. + +But the idea of entering the tomb never left my thoughts; being indeed +stimulated by the unexpected genealogical discovery that my own maternal +ancestry possessed at least a slight link with the supposedly extinct family of the +Hydes. Last of my paternal race, I was likewise the last of this older and more +mysterious line. I began to feel that the tomb was mine, and to look forward with +hot eagerness to the time when I might pass within that stone door and down +those slimy stone steps in the dark. I now formed the habit of listening very +intently at the slightly open portal, choosing my favorite hours of midnight +stillness for the odd vigil. By the time I came of age, I had made a small clearing +in the thicket before the mold-stained facade of the hillside, allowing the +surrounding vegetation to encircle and overhang the space like the walls and +roof of a sylvan bower. This bower was my temple, the fastened door my shrine, +and here I would lie outstretched on the mossy ground, thinking strange +thoughts and dreaming strange dreams. + +The night of the first revelation was a sultry one. I must have fallen asleep from +fatigue, for it was with a distinct sense of awakening that I heard the voices. Of +these tones and accents I hesitate to speak; of their quality I will not speak; but I +may say that they presented certain uncanny differences in vocabulary, +pronunciation, and mode of utterance. Every shade of New England dialect, +from the uncouth syllables of the Puritan colonists to the precise rhetoric of fifty +years ago, seemed represented in that shadowy colloquy, though it was only +later that I noticed the fact. At the time, indeed, my attention was distracted from +this matter by another phenomenon; a phenomenon so fleeting that I could not +take oath upon its reality. I barely fancied that as I awoke, a light had been +hurriedly extinguished within the sunken sepulcher. I do not think I was either +astounded or panic-stricken, but I know that I was greatly and permanently + + + + +changed that night. Upon returning home I went with much directness to a +rotting chest in the attic, wherein I found the key which next day unlocked with +ease the barrier I had so long stormed in vain. + +It was in the soft glow of late afternoon that I first entered the vault on the +abandoned slope. A spell was upon me, and my heart leaped with an exultation I +can but ill describe. As I closed the door behind me and descended the dripping +steps by the light of my lone candle, I seemed to know the way; and though the +candle sputtered with the stifling reek of the place, I felt singularly at home in the +musty, charnel- house air. Looking about me, I beheld many marble slabs +bearing coffins, or the remains of coffins. Some of these were sealed and intact, +but others had nearly vanished, leaving the silver handles and plates isolated +amidst certain curious heaps of whitish dust. Upon one plate I read the name of +Sir Geoffrey Hyde, who had come from Sussex in 1640 and died here a few years +later. In a conspicuous alcove was one fairly well preserved and untenanted +casket, adorned with a single name which brought me both a smile and a +shudder. An odd impulse caused me to climb upon the broad slab, extinguish +my candle, and lie down within the vacant box. + +In the gray light of dawn I staggered from the vault and locked the chain of the +door behind me. I was no longer a young man, though but twenty-one winters +had chilled my bodily frame. Early-rising villagers who observed my homeward +progress looked at me strangely, and marveled at the signs of ribald revelry +which they saw in one whose life was known to be sober and solitary. I did not +appear before my parents till after a long and refreshing sleep. + +Henceforward I haunted the tomb each night; seeing, hearing, and doing things I +must never recall. My speech, always susceptible to environmental influences, +was the first thing to succumb to the change; and my suddenly acquired +archaism of diction was soon remarked upon. Later a queer boldness and +recklessness came into my demeanor, till I unconsciously grew to possess the +bearing of a man of the world despite my lifelong seclusion. My formerly silent +tongue waxed voluble with the easy grace of a Chesterfield or the godless +cynicism of a Rochester. I displayed a peculiar erudition utterly unlike the +fantastic, monkish lore over which I had pored in youth; and covered the fly- +leaves of my books with facile impromptu epigrams which brought up +suggestions of Gay, Prior, and the sprightliest of the Augustan wits and +rimesters. One morning at breakfast I came close to disaster by declaiming in +palpably liquorish accents an effusion of Eighteenth Century bacchanalian mirth, +a bit of Georgian playfulness never recorded in a book, which ran something like +this: + + + + +Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale. And drink to the present before +it shall fail; Pile each on your platter a mountain of beef. For 'tis eating and +drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass. For life will soon pass; When +you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! + +Anacreon had a red nose, so they say; But what's a red nose if ye're happy and +gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here. Than white as a lily and +dead half a year! So Betty, my miss. Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no +innkeeper's daughter like this! + +Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able. Will soon lose his wig and +slip under the table. But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around Better under +the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under +six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh! + +The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk. And damn me if I can stand +upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I'll try home for a +while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand; I'm not able to stand. But I'm +gay whilst I linger on top of the land! + +About this time I conceived my present fear of fire and thunderstorms. +Previously indifferent to such things, I had now an unspeakable horror of them; +and would retire to the innermost recesses of the house whenever the heavens +threatened an electrical display. A favorite haunt of mine during the day was the +ruined cellar of the mansion that had burned down, and in fancy I would picture +the structure as it had been in its prime. On one occasion I startled a villager by +leading him confidently to a shallow subcellar, of whose existence I seemed to +know in spite of the fact that it had been unseen and forgotten for many +generations. + +At last came that which I had long feared. My parents, alarmed at the altered +manner and appearance of their only son, commenced to exert over my +movements a kindly espionage which threatened to result in disaster. I had told +no one of my visits to the tomb, having guarded my secret purpose with +religious zeal since childhood; but now I was forced to exercise care in threading +the mazes of the wooded hollow, that I might throw off a possible pursuer. My +key to the vault I kept suspended from a cord about my neck, its presence known +only to me. I never carried out of the sepulcher any of the things I came upon +whilst within its walls. + +One morning as I emerged from the damp tomb and fastened the chain of the +portal with none too steady hand, I beheld in an adjacent thicket the dreaded +face of a watcher. Surely the end was near; for my bower was discovered, and + + + + +the objective of my nocturnal journeys revealed. The man did not accost me, so I +hastened home in an effort to overhear what he might report to my careworn +father. Were my sojourns beyond the chained door about to be proclaimed to the +world? Imagine my delighted astonishment on hearing the spy inform my parent +in a cautious whisper that I had spent the night in the bower outside the tomb; +my sleep-filmed eyes fixed upon the crevice where the padlocked portal stood +ajar! By what miracle had the watcher been thus deluded? I was now convinced +that a supernatural agency protected me. Made bold by this heaven-sent +circumstance, I began to resume perfect openness in going to the vault; confident +that no one could witness my entrance. For a week I tasted to the full joys of that +charnel conviviality which I must not describe, when the thing happened, and I +was borne away to this accursed abode of sorrow and monotony. + +I should not have ventured out that night; for the taint of thunder was in the +clouds, and a hellish phosphoresence rose from the rank swamp at the bottom of +the hollow. The call of the dead, too, was different. Instead of the hillside tomb, it +was the charred cellar on the crest of the slope whose presiding demon beckoned +to me with unseen fingers. As I emerged from an intervening grove upon the +plain before the ruin, I beheld in the misty moonlight a thing I had always +vaguely expected. The mansion, gone for a century, once more reared its stately +height to the raptured vision; every window ablaze with the splendor of many +candles. Up the long drive rolled the coaches of the Boston gentry, whilst on foot +came a numerous assemblage of powdered exquisites from the neighboring +mansions. With this throng I mingled, though I knew I belonged with the hosts +rather than with the guests. Inside the hall were music, laughter, and wine on +every hand. Several faces I recognized; though I should have known them better +had they been shriveled or eaten away by death and decomposition. Amidst a +wild and reckless throng I was the wildest and most abandoned. Gay blasphemy +poured in torrents from my lips, and in shocking sallies I heeded no law of God, +or nature. + +Suddenly a peal of thunder, resonant even above the din of the swinish revelry, +clave the very roof and laid a hush of fear upon the boisterous company. Red +tongues of flame and searing gusts of heat engulfed the house; and the +roysterers, struck with terror at the descent of a calamity which seemed to +transcend the bounds of unguided nature, fled shrieking into the night. I alone +remained, riveted to my seat by a groveling fear which I had never felt before. +And then a second horror took possession of my soul. Burnt alive to ashes, my +body dispersed by the four winds, I might never lie in the tomb of the Hydes! +Was not my coffin prepared for me? Had I not a right to rest till eternity amongst +the descendants of Sir Geoffrey Hyde? Aye! I would claim my heritage of death, +even though my soul go seeking through the ages for another corporeal + + + + +tenement to represent it on that vacant slab in the alcove of the vault. Jervas +Hyde should never share the sad fate of Palinurus! + +As the phantom of the burning house faded, I found myself screaming and +struggling madly in the arms of two men, one of whom was the spy who had +followed me to the tomb. Rain was pouring down in torrents, and upon the +southern horizon were flashes of lightning that had so lately passed over our +heads. My father, his face lined with sorrow, stood by as I shouted my demands +to be laid within the tomb, frequently admonishing my captors to treat me as +gently as they could. A blackened circle on the floor of the ruined cellar told of a +violent stroke from the heavens; and from this spot a group of curious villagers +with lanterns were prying a small box of antique workmanship, which the +thunderbolt had brought to light. + +Ceasing my futile and now objectless writhing, I watched the spectators as they +viewed the treasure- trove, and was permitted to share in their discoveries. The +box, whose fastenings were broken by the stroke which had unearthed it, +contained many papers and objects of value, but I had eyes for one thing alone. It +was the porcelain miniature of a young man in a smartly curled bag-wig, and +bore the initials 'J- H.' The face was such that as I gazed, I might well have been +studying my mirror. + +On the following day I was brought to this room with the barred windows, but I +have been kept informed of certain things through an aged and simple-minded +servitor, for whom I bore a fondness in infancy, and who, like me, loves the +churchyard. What I have dared relate of my experiences within the vault has +brought me only pitying smiles. My father, who visits me frequently, declares +that at no time did I pass the chained portal, and swears that the rusted padlock +had not been touched for fifty years when he examined it. He even says that all +the village knew of my journeys to the tomb, and that I was often watched as I +slept in the bower outside the grim facade, my half-open eyes fixed on the +crevice that leads to the interior. Against these assertions I have no tangible proof +to offer, since my key to the padlock was lost in the struggle on that night of +horrors. The strange things of the past which I have learned during those +nocturnal meetings with the dead he dismisses as the fruits of my lifelong and +omnivorous browsing amongst the ancient volumes of the family library. Had it +not been for my old servant Hiram, I should have by this time become quite +convinced of my madness. + +But Hiram, loyal to the last, has held faith in me, and has done that which impels +me to make public at least part of my story. A week ago he burst open the lock +which chains the door of the tomb perpetually ajar, and descended with a lantern +into the murky depths. On a slab in an alcove he found an old but empty coffin + + + + +whose tarnished plate bears the single word: Jervas. In that coffin and in that +vault they have promised me I shall be buried. + + + + +The Transition of Juan Romero + +Written September 16, 1919 + +Published in Marginalia, Arkham House, 1944, p. 276-84 + +Of the events which took place at the Norton Mine on October eighteenth and +nineteenth, 1894, I have no desire to speak. A sense of duty to science is all that +impels me to recall, in the last years of my life, scenes and happenings fraught +with a terror doubly acute because I cannot wholly define it. But I believe that +before I die I should tell what I know of the - shall I say transition - of Juan +Romero. + +My name and origin need not be related to posterity; in fact, I fancy it is better +that they should not be, for when a man suddenly migrates to the States or the +Colonies, he leaves his past behind him. Besides, what I once was is not in the +least relevant to my narrative; save perhaps the fact that during my service in +India I was more at home amongst white-bearded native teachers than amongst +my brother-officers. I had delved not a little into odd Eastern lore when +overtaken by the calamities which brought about my new life in America's vast +West - a life wherein I found it well to accept a name - my present one - which is +very common and carries no meaning. + +In the summer and autumn of 1894 I dwelt in the drear expanses of the Cactus +Mountains, employed as a common labourer at the celebrated Norton Mine, +whose discovery by an aged prospector some years before had turned the +surrounding region from a nearly unpeopled waste to a seething cauldron of +sordid life. A cavern of gold, lying deep beneath a mountain lake, had enriched +its venerable finder beyond his wildest dreams, and now formed the seat of +extensive tunneling operations on the part of the corporation to which it had +finally been sold. Additional grottoes had been found, and the yield of yellow +metal was exceedingly great; so that a mighty and heterogeneous army of miners +toiled day and night in the numerous passages and rock hollows. The +Superintendent, a Mr. Arthur, often discussed the singularity of the local +geological formations; speculating on the probable extent of the chain of caves, +and estimating the future of the titanic mining enterprises. He considered the +auriferous cavities the result of the action of water, and believed the last of them +would soon be opened. + +It was not long after my arrival and employment that Juan Romero came to the +Norton Mine. One of the large herd of unkempt Mexicans attracted thither from +the neighbouring country, he at first attracted attention only because of his + + + + +features; which though plainly of the Red Indian type, were yet remarkable for +their light colour and refined conformation, being vastly unlike those of the +average "greaser" or Piute of the locality. It is curious that although he differed +so widely from the mass of Hispanicised and tribal Indians, Romero gave not the +least impression of Caucasian blood. It was not the Castilian conquistador or the +American pioneer, but the ancient and noble Aztec, whom imagination called to +view when the silent peon would rise in the early morning and gaze in +fascination at the sun as it crept above the eastern hills, meanwhile stretching out +his arms to the orb as if in the performance of some rite whose nature he did not +himself comprehend. But save for his face, Romero was not in any way +suggestive of nobility. Ignorant and dirty, he was at home amongst the other +brown-skinned Mexicans; having come (so I was afterward told) from the very +lowest sort of surroundings. He had been found as a child in a crude mountain +hut, the only survivor of an epidemic which had stalked lethally by. Near the +hut, close to a rather unusual rock fissure, had lain two skeletons, newly picked +by vultures, and presumably forming the sole remains of his parents. No one +recalled their identity, and they were soon forgotten by the many. Indeed, the +crumbling of the adobe hut and the closing of the rock-fissure by a subsequent +avalanche had helped to efface even the scene from recollection. Reared by a +Mexican cattle-thief who had given him his name, Juan differed little from his +fellows. + +The attachment which Romero manifested toward me was undoubtedly +commenced through the quaint and ancient Hindoo ring which I wore when not +engaged in active labour. Of its nature, and manner of coming into my +possession, I cannot speak. It was my last link with a chapter of my life forever +closed, and I valued it highly. Soon I observed that the odd-looking Mexican was +likewise interested; eyeing it with an expression that banished all suspicion of +mere covetousness. Its hoary hieroglyphs seemed to stir some faint recollection +in his untutored but active mind, though he could not possibly have beheld their +like before. Within a few weeks after his advent, Romero was like a faithful +servant to me; this notwithstanding the fact that I was myself but an ordinary +miner. Our conversation was necessarily limited. He knew but a few words of +English, while I found my Oxonian Spanish was something quite different from +the patois of the peon of New Spain. + +The event which I am about to relate was unheralded by long premonitions. +Though the man Romero had interested me, and though my ring had affected +him peculiarly, I think that neither of us had any expectation of what was to +follow when the great blast was set off. Geological considerations had dictated +an extension of the mine directly downward from the deepest part of the +subterranean area; and the belief of the Superintendent that only solid rock +would be encountered, had led to the placing of a prodigious charge of + + + + +dynamite. With this work Romero and I were not connected, wherefore our first +knowledge of extraordinary conditions came from others. The charge, heavier +perhaps than had been estimated, had seemed to shake the entire mountain. +Windows in shanties on the slope outside were shattered by the shock, whilst +miners throughout the nearer passages were knocked from their feet. Jewel Lake, +which lay above the scene of action, heaved as in a tempest. Upon investigation it +was seen that a new abyss yawned indefinitely below the seat of the blast; an +abyss so monstrous that no handy line might fathom it, nor any lamp illuminate +it. Baffled, the excavators sought a conference with the Superintendent, who +ordered great lengths of rope to be taken to the pit, and spliced and lowered +without cessation till a bottom might be discovered. + +Shortly afterward the pale-faced workmen apprised the Superintendent of their +failure. Firmly though respectfully, they signified their refusal to revisit the +chasm or indeed to work further in the mine until it might be sealed. Something +beyond their experience was evidently confronting them, for so far as they could +ascertain, the void below was infinite. The Superintendent did not reproach +them. Instead, he pondered deeply, and made plans for the following day. The +night shift did not go on that evening. At two in the morning a lone coyote on the +mountain began to howl dismally. From somewhere within the works a dog +barked an answer; either to the coyote - or to something else. A storm was +gathering around the peaks of the range, and weirdly shaped clouds scudded +horribly across the blurred patch of celestial light which marked a gibbous +moon's attempts to shine through many layers of cirro-stratus vapours. It was +Romero's voice, coming from the bunk above, that awakened me, a voice excited +and tense with some vague expectation I could not understand: + +"Madre de Dios! - el sonido - ese sonido - oiga Vd! - lo oye Vd? - senor, THAT +SOUND!" + +I listened, wondering what sound he meant. The coyote, the dog, the storm, all +were audible; the last named now gaining ascendancy as the wind shrieked more +and more frantically. Flashes of lightning were visible through the bunk-house +window. I questioned the nervous Mexican, repeating the sounds I had heard: + +"El coyote - el perro - el viento?" + +But Romero did not reply. Then he commenced whispering as in awe: + +"El ritmo, senor - el ritmo de la tierra - THAT THROB DOWN IN THE +GROUND!" + + + + +And now I also heard; heard and shivered and without knowing why. Deep, +deep, below me was a sound - a rhythm, just as the peon had said - which, +though exceedingly faint, yet dominated even the dog, the coyote, and the +increasing tempest. To seek to describe it was useless - for it was such that no +description is possible. Perhaps it was like the pulsing of the engines far down in +a great liner, as sensed from the deck, yet it was not so mechanical; not so devoid +of the element of the life and consciousness. Of all its qualities, remoteness in the +earth most impressed me. To my mind rushed fragments of a passage in Joseph +Glanvil which Poe has quoted with tremendous effectl: + +" the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a + +depth in them greater than the well of Democritus." + +Suddenly Romero leaped from his bunk, pausing before me to gaze at the +strange ring on my hand, which glistened queerly in every flash of lightning, and +then staring intently in the direction of the mine shaft. I also rose, and both of us +stood motionless for a time, straining our ears as the uncanny rhythm seemed +more and more to take on a vital quality. Then without apparent volition we +began to move toward the door, whose rattling in the gale held a comforting +suggestion of earthly reality. The chanting in the depths - for such the sound now +seemed to be - grew in volume and distinctness; and we felt irresistibly urged +out into the storm and thence to the gaping blackness of the shaft. + +We encountered no living creature, for the men of the night shift had been +released from duty, and were doubtless at the Dry Gulch settlement pouring +sinister rumours into the ear of some drowsy bartender. From the watchman's +cabin, however, gleamed a small square of yellow light like a guardian eye. I +dimly wondered how the rhythmic sound had affected the watchman; but +Romero was moving more swiftly now, and I followed without pausing. + +As we descended the shaft, the sound beneath grew definitely composite. It +struck me as horribly like a sort of Oriental ceremony, with beating of drums and +chanting of many voices. I have, as you are aware, been much in India. Romero +and I moved without material hesitancy through drifts and down ladders; ever +toward the thing that allured us, yet ever with a pitifully helpless fear and +reluctance. At one time I fancied I had gone mad - this was when, on wondering +how our way was lighted in the absence of lamp or candle, I realized that the +ancient ring on my finger was glowing with eerie radiance, diffusing a pallid +lustre through the damp, heavy air around. + +It was without warning that Romero, after clambering down one of the many +wide ladders, broke into a run and left me alone. Some new and wild note in the +drumming and chanting, perceptible but slightly to me, had acted on him in a + + + + +startling fashion; and with a wild outcry he forged ahead unguided in the +cavern's gloom. I heard his repeated shrieks before me, as he stumbled +awkwardly along the level places and scrambled madly down the rickety +ladders. And frightened as I was, I yet retained enough of my perception to note +that his speech, when articulate, was not of any sort known to me. Harsh but +impressive polysyllables had replaced the customary mixture of bad Spanish and +worse English, and of these, only the oft repeated cry "Huitzilopotchli" seemed +in the least familiar. Later I definitely placed that word in the works of a great +historian! - and shuddered when the association came to me. + +The climax of that awful night was composite but fairly brief, beginning just as I +reached the final cavern of the journey. Out of the darkness immediately ahead +burst a final shriek from the Mexican, which was joined by such a chorus of +uncouth sound as I could never hear again and survive. In that moment it +seemed as if all the hidden terrors and monstrosities of earth had become +articulate in an effort to overwhelm the human race. Simultaneously the light +from my ring was extinguished, and I saw a new light glimmering from lower +space but a few yards ahead of me. I had arrived at the abyss, which was now +redly aglow, and which had evidently swallowed up the unfortunate Romero. +Advancing, I peered over the edge of that chasm which no line could fathom, +and which was now a pandemonium of flickering flame and hideous uproar. At +first I beheld nothing but a seething blur of luminosity; but then shapes, all +infinitely distant, began to detach themselves from the confusion, and I saw - +was it Juan Romero? - but God! I dare not tell you what I saw! ...Some power +from heaven, coming to my aid, obliterated both sights and sounds in such a +crash as may be heard when two universes collide in space. Chaos supervened, +and I knew the peace of oblivion. + +I hardly know how to continue, since conditions so singular are involved; but I +will do my best, not even trying to differentiate betwixt the real and the +apparent. When I awakened, I was safe in my bunk and the red glow of dawn +was visible at the window. Some distance away the lifeless body of Juan Romero +lay upon a table, surrounded by a group of men, including the camp doctor. The +men were discussing the strange death of the Mexican as he lay asleep; a death +seemingly connected in some way with the terrible bolt of lightning which had +struck and shaken the mountain. No direct cause was evident, and an autopsy +failed to show any reason why Romero should not be living. Snatches of +conversation indicated beyond a doubt that neither Romero nor I had left the +bunk-house during the night; that neither of us had been awake during the +frightful storm which had passed over the Cactus range. That storm, said men +who had ventured down the mine shaft, had caused extensive caving-in, and had +completely closed the deep abyss which had created so much apprehension the +day before. When I asked the watchman what sounds he had heard prior to the + + + + +mighty thunder-bolt; he mentioned a coyote, a dog, and the snarHng mountain +wind - nothing more. Nor do I doubt his word. + +Upon the resumption of work. Superintendent Arthur called upon some +especially dependable men to make a few investigations around the spot where +the gulf had appeared. Though hardly eager, they obeyed, and a deep boring +was made. Results were very curious. The roof of the void, as seen when it was +open, was not by any means thick; yet now the drills of the investigators met +what appeared to be a limitless extent of solid rock. Finding nothing else, not +even gold, the Superintendent abandoned his attempts; but a perplexed look +occasionally steals over his countenance as he sits thinking at his desk. + +One other thing is curious. Shortly after waking on that morning after the storm, +I noticed the unaccountable absence of my Hindoo ring from my finger. I had +prized it greatly, yet nevertheless felt a sensation of relief at its disappearance. If +one of my fellow-miners appropriated it, he must have been quite clever in +disposing of his booty, for despite advertisements and a police search, the ring +was never seen again. Somehow I doubt if it was stolen by mortal hands, for +many strange things were taught me in India. + +My opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time. In broad daylight, +and at most seasons I am apt to think the greater part of it a mere dream; but +sometimes in the autumn, about two in the morning when the winds and +animals howl dismally, there comes from inconceivable depths below a +damnable suggestion of rhythmical throbbing ...and I feel that the transition of +Juan Romero was a terrible one indeed. + +Notes: + +1 - Motto of A Descent into the Maelstrom + +2 - Prescott, Conquest of Mexico + + + + +The Tree + + + +Written 1920 + +Published October 1921 ii\ The Tryout, Vol. 7, No. 7, p. 3-10. + +On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove +about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb, once beautiful with the sublimest +sculptures, but now fallen into as great decay as the house. At one end of that +tomb, its curious roots displacing the time-stained blocks of Panhellic marble, +grows an unnaturally large olive tree of oddly repellent shape; so like to some +grotesque man, or death- distorted body of a man, that the country folk fear to +pass it at night when the moon shines faintly through the crooked boughs. +Mount Maenalus is a chosen haunt of dreaded Pan, whose queer companions are +many, and simple swains believe that the tree must have some hideous kinship +to these weird Panisci; but an old bee-keeper who lives in the neighboring +cottage told me a different story. + +Many years ago, when the hillside villa was new and resplendent, there dwelt +within it the two sculptors Kalos and Musides. From Lydia to Neapolis the +beauty of their work was praised, and none dared say that the one excelled the +other in skill. The Hermes of Kalos stood in a marble shrine in Corinth, and the +Pallas of Musides surmounted a pillar in Athens near the Parthenon. All men +paid homage to Kalos and Musides, and marvelled that no shadow of artistic +jealousy cooled the warmth of their brotherly friendship. + +But though Kalos and Musides dwelt in unbroken harmony, their natures were +not alike. Whilst Musides revelled by night amidst the urban gaieties of Tegea, +Saios would remain at home; stealing away from the sight of his slaves into the +cool recesses of the olive grove. There he would meditate upon the visions that +filled his mind, and there devise the forms of beauty which later became +immortal in breathing marble. Idle folk, indeed, said that Kalos conversed with +the spirits of the grove, and that his statues were but images of the fauns and +dryads he met there for he patterned his work after no living model. + +So famous were Kalos and Musides, that none wondered when the Tyrant of +Syracuse sent to them deputies to speak of the costly statue of Tyche which he +had planned for his city. Of great size and cunning workmanship must the statue +be, for it was to form a wonder of nations and a goal of travellers. Exalted +beyond thought would be he whose work should gain acceptance, and for this +honor Kalos and Musides were invited to compete. Their brotherly love was well +known, and the crafty Tyrant surmised that each, instead of concealing his work + + + + +from the other, would offer aid and advice; this charity producing two images of +unheard of beauty, the loveher of which would eclipse even the dreams of poets. + +With joy the sculptors hailed the Tyrant's offer, so that in the days that followed +their slaves heard the ceaseless blows of chisels. Not from each other did Kalos +and Musides conceal their work, but the sight was for them alone. Saving theirs, +no eyes beheld the two divine figures released by skillful blows from the rough +blocks that had imprisoned them since the world began. + +At night, as of yore, Musides sought the banquet halls of Tegea whilst Kalos +wandered alone in the olive Grove. But as time passed, men observed a want of +gaiety in the once sparkling Musides. It was strange, they said amongst +themselves that depression should thus seize one with so great a chance to win +art's loftiest reward. Many months passed yet in the sour face of Musides came +nothing of the sharp expectancy which the situation should arouse. + +Then one day Musides spoke of the illness of Kalos, after which none marvelled +again at his sadness, since the sculptors' attachment was known to be deep and +sacred. Subsequently many went to visit Kalos, and indeed noticed the pallor of +his face; but there was about him a happy serenity which made his glance more +magical than the glance of Musides who was clearly distracted with anxiety and +who pushed aside all the slaves in his eagerness to feed and wait upon his friend +with his own hands. Hidden behind heavy curtains stood the two unfinished +figures of Tyche, little touched of late by the sick man and his faithful attendant. + +As Kalos grew inexplicably weaker and weaker despite the ministrations of +puzzled physicians and of his assiduous friend, he desired to be carried often to +the grove which he so loved. There he would ask to be left alone, as if wishing to +speak with unseen things. Musides ever granted his requests, though his eyes +filled with visible tears at the thought that Kalos should care more for the fauns +and the dryads than for him. At last the end drew near, and Kalos discoursed of +things beyond this life. Musides, weeping, promised him a sepulchre more +lovely than the tomb of Mausolus; but Kalos bade him speak no more of marble +glories. Only one wish now haunted the mind of the dying man; that twigs from +certain olive trees in the grove be buried by his resting place-close to his head. +And one night, sitting alone in the darkness of the olive grove, Kalos died. +Beautiful beyond words was the marble sepulchre which stricken Musides +carved for his beloved friend. None but Kalos himself could have fashioned such +basreliefs, wherein were displayed all the splendours of Elysium. Nor did +Musides fail to bury close to Kalos' head the olive twigs from the grove. + +As the first violence of Musides' grief gave place to resignation, he labored with +diligence upon his figure of Tyche. All honour was now his, since the Tyrant of + + + + +Syracuse would have the work of none save him or Kalos. His task proved a vent +for his emotion and he toiled more steadily each day, shunning the gaieties he +once had relished. Meanwhile his evenings were spent beside the tomb of his +friend, where a young olive tree had sprung up near the sleeper's head. So swift +was the growth of this tree, and so strange was its form, that all who beheld it +exclaimed in surprise; and Musides seemed at once fascinated and repelled. + +Three years after the death of Kalos, Musides despatched a messenger to the +Tyrant, and it was whispered in the agora at Tegea that the mighty statue was +finished. By this time the tree by the tomb had attained amazing proportions, +exceeding all other trees of its kind, and sending out a singularly heavy branch +above the apartment in which Musides labored. As many visitors came to view +the prodigious tree, as to admire the art of the sculptor, so that Musides was +seldom alone. But he did not mind his multitude of guests; indeed, he seemed to +dread being alone now that his absorbing work was done. The bleak mountain +wind, sighing through the olive grove and the tomb-tree, had an uncanny way of +forming vaguely articulate sounds. + +The sky was dark on the evening that the Tyrant's emissaries came to Tegea. It +was definitely known that they had come to bear away the great image of Tyche +and bring eternal honour to Musides, so their reception by the proxenoi was of +great warmth. As the night wore on a violent storm of wind broke over the crest +of Maenalus, and the men from far Syracuse were glad that they rested snugly in +the town. They talked of their illustrious Tyrant, and of the splendour of his +capital and exulted in the glory of the statue which Musides had wrought for +him. And then the men of Tegea spoke of the goodness of Musides, and of his +heavy grief for his friend and how not even the coming laurels of art could +console him in the absence of Kalos, who might have worn those laurels instead. +Of the tree which grew by the tomb, near the head of Kalos, they also spoke. The +wind shrieked more horribly, and both the Syracusans and the Arcadians prayed +to Aiolos. + +In the sunshine of the morning the proxenoi led the Tyrant's messengers up the +slope to the abode of the sculptor, but the night wind had done strange things. +Slaves' cries ascended from a scene of desolation, and no more amidst the olive +grove rose the gleaming colonnades of that vast hall wherein Musides had +dreamed and toiled. Lone and shaken mourned the humble courts and the lower +walls, for upon the sumptuous greater peri-style had fallen squarely the heavy +overhanging bough of the strange new tree, reducing the stately poem in marble +with odd completeness to a mound of unsightly ruins. Strangers and Tegeans +stood aghast, looking from the wreckage to the great, sinister tree whose aspect +was so weirdly human and whose roots reached so queerly into the sculptured +sepulchre of Kalos. And their fear and dismay increased when they searched the + + + + +fallen apartment, for of the gentle Musides, and of the marvellously fashioned +image of Tyche, no trace could be discovered. Amidst such stupendous ruin only +chaos dwelt, and the representatives of two cities left disappointed; Syracusans +that they had no statue to bear home, Tegeans that they had no artist to crown. +However, the Syracusans obtained after a while a very splendid statue in Athens, +and the Tegeans consoled themselves by erecting in the agora a marble temple +commemorating the gifts, virtues, and brotherly piety of Musides. + +But the olive grove still stands, as does the tree growing out of the tomb of Kalos, +and the old bee-keeper told me that sometimes the boughs whisper to one +another in the night wind, saying over and over again. "Oida! Oida! -I know! I +know!" + + + + +The Unnatnable + + + +Written Sept 1923 + +Published July 1925 in Weird Tales, Vol. 6, No. 1, p. 78-82. + +We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon +of an autumn day at the old burying ground in Arkham, and speculating about +the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the cemetery, whose trunk +had nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had made a fantastic remark +about the spectral and unmentionable nourishment which the colossal roots +must be sucking from that hoary, charnel earth; when my friend chided me for +such nonsense and told me that since no interments had occurred there for over a +century, nothing could possibly exist to nourish the tree in other than an +ordinary manner. Besides, he added, my constant talk about "unnamable" and +"unmentionable" things was a very puerile device, quite in keeping with my +lowly standing as an author. I was too fond of ending my stories with sights or +sounds which paralyzed my heroes' faculties and left them without courage, +words, or associations to tell what they had experienced. We know things, he +said, only through our five senses or our intuitions; wherefore it is quite +impossible to refer to any object or spectacle which cannot be clearly depicted by +the solid definitions of fact or the correct doctrines of theology - preferably those +of the Congregationalist, with whatever modifications tradition and Sir Arthur +Conan Doyle may supply. + +With this friend, Joel Manton, I had often languidly disputed. He was principal +of the East High School, born and bred in Boston and sharing New England's +self-satisfied deafness to the delicate overtones of life. It was his view that only +our normal, objective experiences possess any esthetic significance, and that it is +the province of the artist not so much to rouse strong emotion by action, ecstasy, +and astonishment, as to maintain a placid interest and appreciation by accurate, +detailed transcripts of everyday affairs. Especially did he object to my +preoccupation with the mystical and the unexplained; for although believing in +the supernatural much more fully than I, he would not admit that it is +sufficiently commonplace for literary treatment. That a mind can find its greatest +pleasure in escapes from the daily treadmill, and in original and dramatic +recombinations of images usually thrown by habit and fatigue into the +hackneyed patterns of actual existence, was something virtually incredible to his +clear, practical, and logical intellect. With him all things and feelings had fixed +dimensions, properties, causes, and effects; and although he vaguely knew that +the mind sometimes holds visions and sensations of far less geometrical, +classifiable, and workable nature, he believed himself justified in drawing an + + + + +arbitrary line and ruling out of court all that cannot be experienced and +understood by the average citizen. Besides, he was almost sure that nothing can +be really "unnamable." It didn't sound sensible to him. + +Though I well realized the futility of imaginative and metaphysical arguments +against the complacency of an orthodox sun-dweller, something in the scene of +this afternoon colloquy moved me to more than usual contentiousness. The +crumbling slate slabs, the patriarchal trees, and the centuried gambrel roofs of +the witch-haunted old town that stretched around, all combined to rouse my +spirit in defense of my work; and I was soon carrying my thrusts into the +enemy's own country. It was not, indeed, difficult to begin a counter-attack, for I +knew that Joel Manton actually half clung to many old-wives' superstitions +which sophisticated people had long outgrown; beliefs in the appearance of +dying persons at distant places, and in the impressions left by old faces on the +windows through which they had gazed all their lives. To credit these +whisperings of rural grandmothers, I now insisted, argued a faith in the existence +of spectral substances on the earth apart from and subsequent to their material +counterparts. It argued a capability of believing in phenomena beyond all normal +notions; for if a dead man can transmit his visible or tangible image half across +the world, or down the stretch of the centuries, how can it be absurd to suppose +that deserted houses are full of queer sentient things, or that old graveyards teem +with the terrible, unbodied intelligence of generations? And since spirit, in order +to cause all the manifestations attributed to it, cannot be limited by any of the +laws of matter, why is it extravagant to imagine psychically living dead things in +shapes - or absences of shapes - which must for human spectators be utterly and +appallingly "unnamable"? "Common sense" in reflecting on these subjects, I +assured my friend with some warmth, is merely a stupid absence of imagination +and mental flexibility. + +Twilight had now approached, but neither of us felt any wish to cease speaking. +Manton seemed unimpressed by my arguments, and eager to refute them, +having that confidence in his own opinions which had doubtless caused his +success as a teacher; whilst I was too sure of my ground to fear defeat. The dusk +fell, and lights faintly gleamed in some of the distant windows, but we did not +move. Our seat on the tomb was very comfortable, and I knew that my prosaic +friend would not mind the cavernous rift in the ancient, root-disturbed +brickwork close behind us, or the utter blackness of the spot brought by the +intervention of a tottering, deserted seventeenth-century house between us and +the nearest lighted road. There in the dark, upon that riven tomb by the deserted +house, we talked on about the "unnamable" and after my friend had finished his +scoffing I told him of the awful evidence behind the story at which he had +scoffed the most. + + + + +My tale had been called The Attic Window, and appeared in the January, 1922, +issue of Whispers. In a good many places, especially the South and the Pacific +coast, they took the magazines off the stands at the complaints of silly milk-sops; +but New England didn't get the thrill and merely shrugged its shoulders at my +extravagance. The thing, it was averred, was biologically impossible to start with; +merely another of those crazy country mutterings which Cotton Mather had been +gullible enough to dump into his chaotic Magnalia Christi Americana, and so +poorly authenticated that even he had not ventured to name the locality where +the horror occurred. And as to the way I amplified the bare jotting of the old +mystic - that was quite impossible, and characteristic of a flighty and notional +scribbler! Mather had indeed told of the thing as being born, but nobody but a +cheap sensationalist would think of having it grow up, look into people's +windows at night, and be hidden in the attic of a house, in flesh and in spirit, till +someone saw it at the window centuries later and couldn't describe what it was +that turned his hair gray. All this was flagrant trashiness, and my friend Manton +was not slow to insist on that fact. Then I told him what I had found in an old +diary kept between 1706 and 1723, unearthed among family papers not a mile +from where we were sitting; that, and the certain reality of the scars on my +ancestor's chest and back which the diary described. I told him, too, of the fears +of others in that region, and how they were whispered down for generations; +and how no mythical madness came to the boy who in 1793 entered an +abandoned house to examine certain traces suspected to be there. + +It had been an eldritch thing - no wonder sensitive students shudder at the +Puritan age in Massachusetts. So little is known of what went on beneath the +surface - so little, yet such a ghastly festering as it bubbles up putrescently in +occasional ghoulish glimpses. The witchcraft terror is a horrible ray of light on +what was stewing in men's crushed brains, but even that is a trifle. There was no +beauty; no freedom - we can see that from the architectural and household +remains, and the poisonous sermons of the cramped divines. And inside that +rusted iron straitjacket lurked gibbering hideousness, perversion, and diabolism. +Here, truly, was the apotheosis of The Unnamable. + +Cotton Mather, in that demoniac sixth book which no one should read after dark, +minced no words as he flung forth his anathema. Stern as a Jewish prophet, and +laconically unamazed as none since his day could be, he told of the beast that +had brought forth what was more than beast but less than man - the thing with +the blemished eye - and of the screaming drunken wretch that hanged for having +such an eye. This much he baldly told, yet without a hint of what came after. +Perhaps he did not know, or perhaps he knew and did not dare to tell. Others +knew, but did not dare to tell - there is no public hint of why they whispered +about the lock on the door to the attic stairs in the house of a childless, broken. + + + + +embittered old man who had put up a blank slate slab by an avoided grave, +although one may trace enough evasive legends to curdle the thinnest blood. + +It is all in that ancestral diary I found; all the hushed innuendoes and furtive +tales of things with a blemished eye seen at windows in the night or in deserted +meadows near the woods. Something had caught my ancestor on a dark valley +road, leaving him with marks of horns on his chest and of apelike claws on his +back; and when they looked for prints in the trampled dust they found the mixed +marks of split hooves and vaguely anthropoid paws. Once a post-rider said he +saw an old man chasing and calling to a frightful loping, nameless thing on +Meadow Hill in the thinly moonlit hours before dawn, and many believed him. +Certainly, there was strange talk one night in 1710 when the childless, broken old +man was buried in the crypt behind his own house in sight of the blank slate +slab. They never unlocked that attic door, but left the whole house as it was, +dreaded and deserted. When noises came from it, they whispered and shivered; +and hoped that the lock on that attic door was strong. Then they stopped hoping +when the horror occurred at the parsonage, leaving not a soul alive or in one +piece. With the years the legends take on a spectral character - I suppose the +thing, if it was a living thing, must have died. The memory had lingered +hideously - all the more hideous because it was so secret. + +During this narration my friend Manton had become very silent, and I saw that +my words had impressed him. He did not laugh as I paused, but asked quite +seriously about the boy who went mad in 1793, and who had presumably been +the hero of my fiction. I told him why the boy had gone to that shunned, +deserted house, and remarked that he ought to be interested, since he believed +that windows retained latent images of those who had sat at them. The boy had +gone to look at the windows of that horrible attic, because of tales of things seen +behind them, and had come back screaming maniacally. + +Manton remained thoughtful as I said this, but gradually reverted to his +analytical mood. He granted for the sake of argument that some unnatural +monster had really existed, but reminded me that even the most morbid +perversion of nature need not be unnamable or scientifically indescribable. I +admired his clearness and persistence, and added some further revelations I had +collected among the old people. Those later spectral legends, I made plain, +related to monstrous apparitions more frightful than anything organic could be; +apparitions of gigantic bestial forms sometimes visible and sometimes only +tangible, which floated about on moonless nights and haunted the old house, the +crypt behind it, and the grave where a sapling had sprouted beside an illegible +slab. Whether or not such apparitions had ever gored or smothered people to +death, as told in uncorroborated traditions, they had produced a strong and +consistent impression; and were yet darkly feared by very aged natives, though + + + + +largely forgotten by the last two generations - perhaps dying for lack of being +thought about. Moreover, so far as esthetic theory was involved, if the psychic +emanations of human creatures be grotesque distortions, what coherent +representation could express or portray so gibbous and infamous a nebulosity as +the specter of a malign, chaotic perversion, itself a morbid blasphemy against +nature? Molded by the dead brain of a hybrid nightmare, would not such a +vaporous terror constitute in all loathsome truth the exquisitely, the shriekingly +unnamable? + +The hour must now have grown very late. A singularly noiseless bat brushed by +me, and I believe it touched Manton also, for although I could not see him I felt +him raise his arm. Presently he spoke. + +"But is that house with the attic window still standing and deserted?" + +"Yes," I answered, "I have seen it." + +"And did you find anything there - in the attic or anywhere else?" + +"There were some bones up under the eaves. They may have been what that boy +saw - if he was sensitive he wouldn't have needed anything in the window-glass +to unhinge him. If they all came from the same object it must have been an +hysterical, delirious monstrosity. It would have been blasphemous to leave such +bones in the world, so I went back with a sack and took them to the tomb behind +the house. There was an opening where I could dump them in. Don't think I was +a fool - you ought to have seen that skull. It had four-inch horns, but a face and +jaw something like yours and mine." + +At last I could feel a real shiver run through Manton, who had moved very near. +But his curiosity was undeterred. + +"And what about the window-panes?" + +"They were all gone. One window had lost its entire frame, and in all the others +there was not a trace of glass in the little diamond apertures. They were that kind +- the old lattice windows that went out of use before 1700. 1 don't believe they've +had any glass for a hundred years or more - maybe the boy broke 'em if he got +that far; the legend doesn't say." + +Manton was reflecting again. + +"I'd like to see that house. Carter. Where is it? Glass or no glass, I must explore it +a little. And the tomb where you put those bones, and the other grave without an +inscription - the whole thing must be a bit terrible." + + + + +"You did see it - until it got dark." + +My friend was more wrought upon than I had suspected, for at this touch of +harmless theatricalism he started neurotically away from me and actually cried +out with a sort of gulping gasp which released a strain of previous repression. It +was an odd cry, and all the more terrible because it was answered. For as it was +still echoing, I heard a creaking sound through the pitchy blackness, and knew +that a lattice window was opening in that accursed old house beside us. And +because all the other frames were long since fallen, I knew that it was the grisly +glassless frame of that demoniac attic window. + +Then came a noxious rush of noisome, frigid air from that same dreaded +direction, followed by a piercing shriek just beside me on that shocking rifted +tomb of man and monster. In another instant I was knocked from my gruesome +bench by the devilish threshing of some unseen entity of titanic size but +undetermined nature; knocked sprawling on the root-clutched mold of that +abhorrent graveyard, while from the tomb came such a stifled uproar of gasping +and whirring that my fancy peopled the rayless gloom with Miltonic legions of +the misshapen damned. There was a vortex of withering, ice-cold wind, and then +the rattle of loose bricks and plaster; but I had mercifully fainted before I could +learn what it meant. + +Manton, though smaller than I, is more resilient; for we opened our eyes at +almost the same instant, despite his greater injuries. Our couches were side by +side, and we knew in a few seconds that we were in St. Mary's Hospital. +Attendants were grouped about in tense curiosity, eager to aid our memory by +telling us how we came there, and we soon heard of the farmer who had found +us at noon in a lonely field beyond Meadow Hill, a mile from the old burying +ground, on a spot where an ancient slaughterhouse is reputed to have stood. +Manton had two malignant wounds in the chest, and some less severe cuts or +gougings in the back. I was not so seriously hurt, but was covered with welts and +contusions of the most bewildering character, including the print of a split hoof. +It was plain that Manton knew more than I, but he told nothing to the puzzled +and interested physicians till he had learned what our injuries were. Then he said +we were the victims of a vicious bull - though the animal was a difficult thing to +place and account for. + +After the doctors and nurses had left, I whispered an awestruck question: + +"Good God, Manton, but what was it? Those scars - was it like that?" + +And I was too dazed to exult when he whispered back a thing I had half +expected - + + + + +"No - it wasn't that way at all. It was everywhere - a gelatin - a slime yet it had +shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes - and a +blemish. It was the pit - the maelstrom - the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was +the unnamable! + + + + +The Very Old Folk + + + +From a letter written to "Melmoth" (Donald Wandrei) on Thursday, November +3, 1927 + +It was a flaming sunset or late afternoon in the tiny provincial town of Pompelo, +at the foot of the Pyrenees in Hispania Citerior. The year must have been in the +late republic, for the province was still ruled by a senatorial proconsul instead of +a praetorian legate of Augustus, and the day was the first before the Kalends of +November. The hills rose scarlet and gold to the north of the little town, and the +westering sun shone ruddily and mystically on the crude new stone and plaster +buildings of the dusty forum and the wooden walls of the circus some distance to +the east. Groups of citizens - broad-browed Roman colonists and coarse-haired +Romanised natives, together with obvious hybrids of the two strains, alike clad +in cheap woollen togas - and sprinklings of helmeted legionaries and coarse- +mantled, black-bearded tribesmen of the circumambient Vascones - all thronged +the few paved streets and forum; moved by some vague and ill-defined +uneasiness. + +I myself had just alighted from a litter, which the Illyrian bearers seemed to have +brought in some haste from Calagurris, across the Iberus to the southward. It +appeared that I was a provincial quaestor named L. Caelius Rufus, and that I had +been summoned by the proconsul, P. Scribonius Libo, who had come from +Tarraco some days before. The soldiers were the fifth cohort of the Xllth legion, +under the military tribune Sex. Asellius; and the legatus of the whole region, Cn. +Balbutius, had also come from Calagurris, where the permanent station was. + +The cause of the conference was a horror that brooded on the hills. All the +townsfolk were frightened, and had begged the presence of a cohort from +Calagurris. It was the Terrible Season of the autumn, and the wild people in the +mountains were preparing for the frightful ceremonies which only rumour told +of in the towns. They were the very old folk who dwelt higher up in the hills and +spoke a choppy language which the Vascones could not understand. One seldom +saw them; but a few times a year they sent down little yellow, squint-eyed +messengers (who looked like Scythians) to trade with the merchants by means of +gestures, and every spring and autumn they held the infamous rites on the +peaks, their bowlings and altar-fires throwing terror into the villages. Always the +same - the night before the Kalends of Mains and the night before the Kalends of +November. Townsfolk would disappear just before these nights, and would +never be heard of again. And there were whispers that the native shepherds and +farmers were not ill-disposed toward the very old folk - that more than one +thatched hut was vacant before midnight on the two hideous Sabbaths. + + + + +This year the horror was very great, for the people knew that the wrath of the +very old folk was upon Pompelo. Three months previously five of the little +squint-eyed traders had come down from the hills, and in a market brawl three +of them had been killed. The remaining two had gone back wordlessly to their +mountains - and this autumn not a single villager had disappeared. There was +menace in this immunity. It was not like the very old folk to spare their victims at +the Sabbath. It was too good to be normal, and the villagers were afraid. + +For many nights there had been a hollow drumming on the hills, and at last the +aedile Tib. Annaeus Stilpo (half native in blood) had sent to Balbutius at +Calagurris for a cohort to stamp out the Sabbath on the terrible night. Balbutius +had carelessly refused, on the ground that the villagers' fears were empty, and +that the loathsome rites of hill folk were of no concern to the Roman People +unless our own citizens were menaced. I, however, who seemed to be a close +friend of Balbutius, had disagreed with him; averring that I had studied deeply +in the black forbidden lore, and that I believed the very old folk capable of +visiting almost any nameless doom upon the town, which after all was a Roman +settlement and contained a great number of our citizens. The complaining +aedile's own mother Helvia was a pure Roman, the daughter of M. Helvius +Cinna, who had come over with Scipio's army. Accordingly I had sent a slave - a +nimble little Greek called Antipater - to the proconsul with letters, and +Scribonius had heeded my plea and ordered Balbutius to send his fifth cohort, +under Asellius, to Pompelo; entering the hills at dusk on the eve of November's +Kalends and stamping out whatever nameless orgies he might find - bringing +such prisoners as he might take to Tarraco for the next propraetor's court. +Balbutius, however, had protested, so that more correspondence had ensued. I +had written so much to the proconsul that he had become gravely interested, and +had resolved to make a personal inquiry into the horror. + +He had at length proceeded to Pompelo with his lictors and attendants; there +hearing enough rumours to be greatly impressed and disturbed, and standing +firmly by his order for the Sabbath's extirpation. Desirous of conferring with one +who had studied the subject, he ordered me to accompany Asellius' cohort - and +Balbutius had also come along to press his adverse advice, for he honestly +believed that drastic military action would stir up a dangerous sentiment of +unrest amongst the Vascones both tribal and settled. + +So here we all were in the mystic sunset of the autumn hills - old Scribonius Libo +in his toga praetexta, the golden light glancing on his shiny bald head and +wrinkled hawk face, Balbutius with his gleaming helmet and breastplate, blue- +shaven lips compressed in conscientiously dogged opposition, young Asellius +with his polished greaves and superior sneer, and the curious throng of +townsfolk, legionaries, tribesmen, peasants, lictors, slaves, and attendants. I + + + + +myself seemed to wear a common toga, and to have no especially distinguishing +characteristic. And everywhere horror brooded. The town and country folk +scarcely dared speak aloud, and the men of Libo's entourage, who had been +there nearly a week, seemed to have caught something of the nameless dread. +Old Scribonius himself looked very grave, and the sharp voices of us later +comers seemed to hold something of curious inappropriateness, as in a place of +death or the temple of some mystic god. + +We entered the praetorium and held grave converse. Balbutius pressed his +objections, and was sustained by Asellius, who appeared to hold all the natives +in extreme contempt while at the same time deeming it inadvisable to excite +them. Both soldiers maintained that we could better afford to antagonise the +minority of colonists and civilised natives by inaction, than to antagonise a +probable majority of tribesmen and cottagers by stamping out the dread rites. + +I, on the other hand, renewed my demand for action, and offered to accompany +the cohort on any expedition it might undertake. I pointed out that the barbarous +Vascones were at best turbulent and uncertain, so that skirmishes with them +were inevitable sooner or later whichever course we might take; that they had +not in the past proved dangerous adversaries to our legions, and that it would ill +become the representatives of the Roman People to suffer barbarians to interfere +with a course which the justice and prestige of the Republic demanded. That, on +the other hand, the successful administration of a province depended primarily +upon the safety and good-will of the civilised element in whose hands the local +machinery of commerce and prosperity reposed, and in whose veins a large +mixture of our own Italian blood coursed. These, though in numbers they might +form a minority, were the stable element whose constancy might be relied on, +and whose cooperation would most firmly bind the province to the Imperium of +the Senate and the Roman People. It was at once a duty and an advantage to +afford them the protection due to Roman citizens; even (and here I shot a +sarcastic look at Balbutius and Asellius) at the expense of a little trouble and +activity, and of a slight interruption of the draught-playing and cock- fighting at +the camp in Calagurris. That the danger to the town and inhabitants of Pompelo +was a real one, I could not from my studies doubt. I had read many scrolls out of +Syria and ^gyptus, and the cryptic towns of Etruria, and had talked at length +with the bloodthirsty priest of Diana Aricina in his temple in the woods +bordering Lacus Nemorensis. There were shocking dooms that might be called +out of the hills on the Sabbaths; dooms which ought not to exist within the +territories of the Roman People; and to permit orgies of the kind known to +prevail at Sabbaths would be but little in consonance with the customs of those +whose forefathers, A. Postumius being consul, had executed so many Roman +citizens for the practice of the Bacchanalia - a matter kept ever in memory by the +Senatus Consultum de Bacchanalibus, graven upon bronze and set open to every + + + + +eye. Checked in time, before the progress of the rites might evoke anything with +which the iron of a Roman pilum might not be able to deal, the Sabbath would +not be too much for the powers of a single cohort. Only participants need be +apprehended, and the sparing of a great number of mere spectators would +considerably lessen the resentment which any of the sympathising country folk +might feel. In short, both principle and policy demanded stern action; and I could +not doubt but that Publius Scribonius, bearing in mind the dignity and +obligations of the Roman People, would adhere to his plan of despatching the +cohort, me accompanying, despite such objections as Balbutius and Asellius - +speaking indeed more like provincials than Romans - might see fit to offer and +multiply. + +The slanting sun was now very low, and the whole hushed town seemed draped +in an unreal and malign glamour. Then P. Scribonius the proconsul signified his +approval of my words, and stationed me with the cohort in the provisional +capacity of a centurio primipilus; Balbutius and Asellius assenting, the former +with better grace than the latter. As twilight fell on the wild autumnal slopes, a +measured, hideous beating of strange drums floated down from afar in terrible +rhythm. Some few of the legionarii shewed timidity, but sharp commands +brought them into line, and the whole cohort was soon drawn up on the open +plain east of the circus. Libo himself, as well as Balbutius, insisted on +accompanying the cohort; but great difficulty was suffered in getting a native +guide to point out the paths up the mountain. Finally a young man named +Vercellius, the son of pure Roman parents, agreed to take us at least past the +foothills. We began to march in the new dusk, with the thin silver sickle of a +young moon trembling over the woods on our left. That which disquieted us +most was the fact that the Sabbath was to be held at all. Reports of the coming +cohort must have reached the hills, and even the lack of a final decision could not +make the rumour less alarming - yet there were the sinister drums as of yore, as +if the celebrants had some peculiar reason to be indifferent whether or not the +forces of the Roman People marched against them. The sound grew louder as we +entered a rising gap in the hills, steep wooded banks enclosing us narrowly on +either side, and displaying curiously fantastic tree-trunks in the light of our +bobbing torches. All were afoot save Libo, Balbutius, Asellius, two or three of the +centuriones, and myself, and at length the way became so steep and narrow that +those who had horses were forced to leave them; a squad of ten men being left to +guard them, though robber bands were not likely to be abroad on such a night of +terror. Once in a while it seemed as though we detected a skulking form in the +woods nearby, and after a half- hour's climb the steepness and narrowness of the +way made the advance of so great a body of men - over 300, all told - exceedingly +cumbrous and difficult. Then with utter and horrifying suddenness we heard a +frightful sound from below. It was from the tethered horses - they had screamed, +not neighed, but screamed... and there was no light down there, nor the sound + + + + +of any human thing, to shew why they had done so. At the same moment +bonfires blazed out on all the peaks ahead, so that terror seemed to lurk equally +well before and behind us. Looking for the youth Vercellius, our guide, we found +only a crumpled heap weltering in a pool of blood. In his hand was a short +sword snatched from the belt of D. Vibulanus, a subcenturio, and on his face was +such a look of terror that the stoutest veterans turned pale at the sight. He had +killed himself when the horses screamed... he, who had been born and lived all +his life in that region, and knew what men whispered about the hills. All the +torches now began to dim, and the cries of frightened legionaries mingled with +the unceasing screams of the tethered horses. The air grew perceptibly colder, +more suddenly so than is usual at November's brink, and seemed stirred by +terrible undulations which I could not help connecting with the beating of huge +wings. The whole cohort now remained at a standstill, and as the torches faded I +watched what I thought were fantastic shadows outlined in the sky by the +spectral luminosity of the Via Lactea as it flowed through Perseus, Cassiopeia, +Cepheus, and Cygnus. Then suddenly all the stars were blotted from the sky - +even bright Deneb and Vega ahead, and the lone Altair and Fomalhaut behind +us. And as the torches died out altogether, there remained above the stricken and +shrieking cohort only the noxious and horrible altar-flames on the towering +peaks; hellish and red, and now silhouetting the mad, leaping, and colossal +forms of such nameless beasts as had never a Phrygian priest or Campanian +grandam whispered of in the wildest of furtive tales. And above the nighted +screaming of men and horses that daemonic drumming rose to louder pitch, +whilst an ice-cold wind of shocking sentience and deliberateness swept down +from those forbidden heights and coiled about each man separately, till all the +cohort was struggling and screaming in the dark, as if acting out the fate of +Laocoon and his sons. Only old Scribonius Libo seemed resigned. He uttered +words amidst the screaming, and they echo still in my ears. "Malitia vetus - +malitia vetus est . . . venit . . . tandem venit ..." + +And then I waked. It was the most vivid dream in years, drawing upon wells of +the subconscious long untouched and forgotten. Of the fate of that cohort no +record exists, but the town at least was saved - for encyclopaedias tell of the +survival of Pompelo to this day, under the modern Spanish name of +Pompelona... + +Yrs for Gothick Supremacy - + +C . IVLIVS . VERVS . MAXIMINVS. + +"Wickness of old ... it is wickeness of old . . . happened . . . happened at last ..." + + + + +The Whisperer in Darkness + +Written 24 Feb-26 Sept 1930 + +Published August 1931 in Weird Tales, Vol. 18, No. 1, p. 32-73 + + +Bear in mind closely that I did not see any actual visual horror at the end. To say +that a mental shock was the cause of what I inferred - that last straw which sent +me racing out of the lonely Akeley farmhouse and through the wild domed hills +of Vermont in a commandeered motor at night - is to ignore the plainest facts of +my final experience. Notwithstanding the deep things I saw and heard, and the +admitted vividness the impression produced on me by these things, I cannot +prove even now whether I was right or wrong in my hideous inference. For after +all Akeley's disappearance establishes nothing. People found nothing amiss in +his house despite the bullet-marks on the outside and inside. It was just as +though he had walked out casually for a ramble in the hills and failed to return. +There was not even a sign that a guest had been there, or that those horrible +cylinders and machines had been stored in the study. That he had mortally +feared the crowded green hills and endless trickle of brooks among which he had +been born and reared, means nothing at all, either; for thousands are subject to +just such morbid fears. Eccentricity, moreover, could easily account for his +strange acts and apprehensions toward the last. + +The whole matter began, so far as I am concerned, with the historic and +unprecedented Vermont floods of November 3, 1927. I was then, as now, an +instructor of literature at Miskatonic University in Arkham, Massachusetts, and +an enthusiastic amateur student of New England folklore. Shortly after the flood, +amidst the varied reports of hardship, suffering, and organized relief which filled +the press, there appeared certain odd stories of things found floating in some of +the swollen rivers; so that many of my friends embarked on curious discussions +and appealed to me to shed what light I could on the subject. I felt flattered at +having my folklore study taken so seriously, and did what I could to belittle the +wild, vague tales which seemed so clearly an outgrowth of old rustic +superstitions. It amused me to find several persons of education who insisted +that some stratum of obscure, distorted fact might underlie the rumors. + +The tales thus brought to my notice came mostly through newspaper cuttings; +though one yarn had an oral source and was repeated to a friend of mine in a +letter from his mother in Hardwick, Vermont. The type of thing described was +essentially the same in all cases, though there seemed to be three separate + + + + +instances involved - one connected with the Winooski River near Montpeher, +another attached to the West River in Windham County beyond Newfane, and a +third centering in the Passumpsic in Caledonia County above Lyndonville. Of +course many of the stray items mentioned other instances, but on analysis they +all seemed to boil down to these three. In each case country folk reported seeing +one or more very bizarre and disturbing objects in the surging waters that +poured down from the unfrequented hills, and there was a widespread tendency +to connect these sights with a primitive, half-forgotten cycle of whispered legend +which old people resurrected for the occasion. + +What people thought they saw were organic shapes not quite like any they had +ever seen before. Naturally, there were many human bodies washed along by the +streams in that tragic period; but those who described these strange shapes felt +quite sure that they were not human, despite some superficial resemblances in +size and general outline. Nor, said the witnesses, could they have been any kind +of animal known to Vermont. They were pinkish things about five feet long; with +crustaceous bodies bearing vast pairs of dorsal fins or membranous wings and +several sets of articulated limbs, and with a sort of convoluted ellipsoid, covered +with multitudes of very short antennae, where a head would ordinarily be. It +was really remarkable how closely the reports from different sources tended to +coincide; though the wonder was lessened by the fact that the old legends, +shared at one time throughout the hill country, furnished a morbidly vivid +picture which might well have coloured the imaginations of all the witnesses +concerned. It was my conclusion that such witnesses - in every case naive and +simple backwoods folk - had glimpsed the battered and bloated bodies of human +beings or farm animals in the whirling currents; and had allowed the half- +remembered folklore to invest these pitiful objects with fantastic attributes. + +The ancient folklore, while cloudy, evasive, and largely forgotten by the present +generation, was of a highly singular character, and obviously reflected the +influence of still earlier Indian tales. I knew it well, though I had never been in +Vermont, through the exceedingly rare monograph of Eli Davenport, which +embraces material orally obtained prior to 1839 among the oldest people of the +state. This material, moreover, closely coincided with tales which I had +personally heard from elderly rustics in the mountains of New Hampshire. +Briefly summarized, it hinted at a hidden race of monstrous beings which lurked +somewhere among the remoter hills - in the deep woods of the highest peaks, +and the dark valleys where streams trickle from unknown sources. These beings +were seldom glimpsed, but evidences of their presence were reported by those +who had ventured farther than usual up the slopes of certain mountains or into +certain deep, steep-sided gorges that even the wolves shunned. + + + + +There were queer footprints or claw-prints in the mud of brook-margins and +barren patches, and curious circles of stones, with the grass around them worn +away, which did not seem to have been placed or entirely shaped by Nature. +There were, too, certain caves of problematical depth in the sides of the hills; +with mouths closed by boulders in a manner scarcely accidental, and with more +than an average quota of the queer prints leading both toward and away from +them - if indeed the direction of these prints could be justly estimated. And worst +of all, there were the things which adventurous people had seen very rarely in +the twilight of the remotest valleys and the dense perpendicular woods above +the limits of normal hill- climbing. + +It would have been less uncomfortable if the stray accounts of these things had +not agreed so well. As it was, nearly all the rumors had several points in +common; averring that the creatures were a sort of huge, light-red crab with +many pairs of legs and with two great batlike wings in the middle of the back. +They sometimes walked on all their legs, and sometimes on the hindmost pair +only, using the others to convey large objects of indeterminate nature. On one +occasion they were spied in considerable numbers, a detachment of them wading +along a shallow woodland watercourse three abreast in evidently disciplined +formation. Once a specimen was seen flying - launching itself from the top of a +bald, lonely hill at night and vanishing in the sky after its great flapping wings +had been silhouetted an instant against the full moon + +These things seemed content, on the whole, to let mankind alone; though they +were at times held responsible for the disappearance of venturesome individuals +- especially persons who built houses too close to certain valleys or too high up +on certain mountains. Many localities came to be known as inadvisable to settle +in, the feeling persisting long after the cause was forgotten. People would look +up at some of the neighbouring mountain-precipices with a shudder, even when +not recalling how many settlers had been lost, and how many farmhouses burnt +to ashes, on the lower slopes of those grim, green sentinels. + +But while according to the earliest legends the creatures would appear to have +harmed only those trespassing on their privacy; there were later accounts of their +curiosity respecting men, and of their attempts to establish secret outposts in the +human world. There were tales of the queer claw-prints seen around farmhouse +windows in the morning, and of occasional disappearances in regions outside the +obviously haunted areas. Tales, besides, of buzzing voices in imitation of human +speech which made surprising offers to lone travelers on roads and cart-paths in +the deep woods, and of children frightened out of their wits by things seen or +heard where the primal forest pressed close upon their door-yards. In the final +layer of legends - the layer just preceding the decline of superstition and the +abandonment of close contact with the dreaded places - there are shocked + + + + +references to hermits and remote farmers who at some period of Hfe appeared to +have undergone a repellent mental change, and who were shunned and +whispered about as mortals who had sold themselves to the strange beings. In +one of the northeastern counties it seemed to be a fashion about 1800 to accuse +eccentric and unpopular recluses of being allies or representatives of the +abhorred things. + +As to what the things were - explanations naturally varied. The common name +applied to them was "those ones/' or "the old ones/' though other terms had a +local and transient use. Perhaps the bulk of the Puritan settlers set them down +bluntly as familiars of the devil, and made them a basis of awed theological +speculation. Those with Celtic legendry in their heritage - mainly the Scotch-Irish +element of New Hampshire, and their kindred who had settled in Vermont on +Governor Wentworth's colonial grants - linked them vaguely with the malign +fairies and "little people" of the bogs and raths, and protected themselves with +scraps of incantation handed down through many generations. But the Indians +had the most fantastic theories of all. While different tribal legends differed, +there was a marked consensus of belief in certain vital particulars; it being +unanimously agreed that the creatures were not native to this earth. + +The Pennacook myths, which were the most consistent and picturesque, taught +that the Winged Ones came from the Great Bear in the sky, and had mines in our +earthly hills whence they took a kind of stone they could not get on any other +world. They did not live here, said the myths, but merely maintained outposts +and flew back with vast cargoes of stone to their own stars in the north. They +harmed only those earth-people who got too near them or spied upon them. +Animals shunned them through instinctive hatred, not because of being hunted. +They could not eat the things and animals of earth, but brought their own food +from the stars. It was bad to get near them, and sometimes young hunters who +went into their hills never came back. It was not good, either, to listen to what +they whispered at night in the forest with voices like a bee's that tried to be like +the voices of men. They knew the speech of all kinds of men - Pennacooks, +Hurons, men of the Five Nations - but did not seem to have or need any speech +of their own. They talked with their heads, which changed colour in different +ways to mean different things. + +All the legendry, of course, white and Indian alike, died down during the +nineteenth century, except for occasional atavistical flareups. The ways of the +Vermonters became settled; and once their habitual paths and dwellings were +established according to a certain fixed plan, they remembered less and less what +fears and avoidances had determined that plan, and even that there had been +any fears or avoidances. Most people simply knew that certain hilly regions were +considered as highly unhealthy, unprofitable, and generally unlucky to live in. + + + + +and that the farther one kept from them the better off one usually was. In time +the ruts of custom and economic interest became so deeply cut in approved +places that there was no longer any reason for going outside them, and the +haunted hills were left deserted by accident rather than by design. Save during +infrequent local scares, only wonder-loving grandmothers and retrospective +nonagenarians ever whispered of beings dwelling in those hills; and even such +whispers admitted that there was not much to fear from those things now that +they were used to the presence of houses and settlements, and now that human +beings let their chosen territory severely alone. + +All this I had long known from my reading, and from certain folk tales picked up +in New Hampshire; hence when the flood-time rumours began to appear, I could +easily guess what imaginative background had evolved them. I took great pains +to explain this to my friends, and was correspondingly amused when several +contentious souls continued to insist on a possible element of truth in the reports. +Such persons tried to point out that the early legends had a significant +persistence and uniformity, and that the virtually unexplored nature of the +Vermont hills made it unwise to be dogmatic about what might or might not +dwell among them; nor could they be silenced by my assurance that all the +myths were of a well-known pattern common to most of mankind and +determined by early phases of imaginative experience which always produced +the same type of delusion. + +It was of no use to demonstrate to such opponents that the Vermont myths +differed but little in essence from those universal legends of natural +personification which filled the ancient world with fauns and dryads and satyrs, +suggested the kallikanzarai of modern Greece, and gave to wild Wales and +Ireland their dark hints of strange, small, and terrible hidden races of troglodytes +and burrowers. No use, either, to point out the even more startlingly similar +belief of the Nepalese hill tribes in the dreaded Mi-Go or "Abominable Snow- +Men" who lurk hideously amidst the ice and rock pinnacles of the Himalayan +summits. When I brought up this evidence, my opponents turned it against me +by claiming that it must imply some actual historicity for the ancient tales; that it +must argue the real existence of some queer elder earth-race, driven to hiding +after the advent and dominance of mankind, which might very conceivably have +survived in reduced numbers to relatively recent times - or even to the present. + +The more I laughed at such theories, the more these stubborn friends asseverated +them; adding that even without the heritage of legend the recent reports were +too clear, consistent, detailed, and sanely prosaic in manner of telling, to be +completely ignored. Two or three fanatical extremists went so far as to hint at +possible meanings in the ancient Indian tales which gave the hidden beings a +nonterrestrial origin; citing the extravagant books of Charles Fort with their + + + + +claims that voyagers from other worlds and outer space have often visited the +earth. Most of my foes, however, were merely romanticists who insisted on +trying to transfer to real life the fantastic lore of lurking "little people" made +popular by the magnificent horror- fiction of Arthur Machen. + + +As was only natural under the circumstances, this piquant debating finally got +into print in the form of letters to the Arkham Advertiser; some of which were +copied in the press of those Vermont regions whence the flood-stories came. The +Rutland Herald gave half a page of extracts from the letters on both sides, while +the Brattleboro Reformer reprinted one of my long historical and mythological +summaries in full, with some accompanying comments in "The Pendrifter's" +thoughtful column which supported and applauded my skeptical conclusions. +By the spring of 1928 I was almost a well-known figure in Vermont, +notwithstanding the fact that I had never set foot in the state. Then came the +challenging letters from Henry Akeley which impressed me so profoundly, and +which took me for the first and last time to that fascinating realm of crowded +green precipices and muttering forest streams. + +Most of what I know of Henry Wentworth Akeley was gathered by +correspondence with his neighbours, and with his only son in California, after +my experience in his lonely farmhouse. He was, I discovered, the last +representative on his home soil of a long, locally distinguished line of jurists, +administrators, and gentlemen-agriculturists. In him, however, the family +mentally had veered away from practical affairs to pure scholarship; so that he +had been a notable student of mathematics, astronomy, biology, anthropology, +and folklore at the University of Vermont. I had never previously heard of him, +and he did not give many autobiographical details in his communications; but +from the first I saw he was a man of character, education, and intelligence, albeit +a recluse with very little worldly sophistication. + +Despite the incredible nature of what he claimed, I could not help at once taking +Akeley more seriously than I had taken any of the other challengers of my views. +For one thing, he was really close to the actual phenomena - visible and tangible - +that he speculated so grotesquely about; and for another thing, he was amazingly +willing to leave his conclusions in a tenative state like a true man of science. He +had no personal preferences to advance, and was always guided by what he took +to be solid evidence. Of course I began by considering him mistaken, but gave +him credit for being intelligently mistaken; and at no time did I emulate some of +his friends in attributing his ideas, and his fear of the lonely green hills, to +insanity. I could see that there was a great deal to the man, and knew that what +he reported must surely come from strange circumstance deserving + + + + +investigation, however little it might have to do with the fantastic causes he +assigned. Later on I received from him certain material proofs which placed the +matter on a somewhat different and bewilderingly bizarre basis. + +I cannot do better than transcribe in full, so far as is possible, the long letter in +which Akeley introduced himself, and which formed such an important +landmark in my own intellectual history. It is no longer in my possession, but my +memory holds almost every word of its portentous message; and again I affirm +my confidence in the sanity of the man who wrote it. Here is the text - a text +which reached me in the cramped, archaic-looking scrawl of one who had +obviously not mingled much with the world during his sedate, scholarly life. + + + +R.F.D. + + + + +#2, + + +Townshend, + + +Windham Co., + + +Vermont. + + +May 5,1928 + + + + + + +Albert + + +N. Wilmarth, + + +Esq., + + + +Saltonstall + + +St., + + +Arkham, Mass. + + + + + + +My Dear Sir: + + + + + + + +I have read with great interest the Brattleboro Reformer's reprint (Apr. 23, '28) of +your letter on the recent stories of strange bodies seen floating in our flooded +streams last fall, and on the curious folklore they so well agree with. It is easy to +see why an outlander would take the position you take, and even why +"Pendrifter" agrees with you. That is the attitude generally taken by educated +persons both in and out of Vermont, and was my own attitude as a young man (I +am now b7) before my studies, both general and in Davenport's book, led me to +do some exploring in parts of the hills hereabouts not usually visited. + +I was directed toward such studies by the queer old tales I used to hear from +elderly farmers of the more ignorant sort, but now I wish I had let the whole +matter alone. I might say, with all proper modesty, that the subject of +anthropology and folklore is by no means strange to me. I took a good deal of it +at college, and am familiar with most of the standard authorities such as Tylor, +Lubbock, Frazer, Quatrefages, Murray, Osborn, Keith, Boule, G. Elliott Smith, +and so on. It is no news to me that tales of hidden races are as old as all mankind. +I have seen the reprints of letters from you, and those agreeing with you, in the +Rutland Herald, and guess I know about where your controversy stands at the +present time. + + + + +What I desire to say now is, that I am afraid your adversaries are nearer right +than yourself, even though all reason seems to be on your side. They are nearer +right than they realise themselves - for of course they go only by theory, and +cannot know what I know. If I knew as little of the matter as they, I would feel +justified in believing as they do. I would be wholly on your side. + +You can see that I am having a hard time getting to the point, probably because I +really dread getting to the point; but the upshot of the matter is that I have +certain evidence that monstrous things do indeed live in the woods on the high +hills which nobody visits. I have not seen any of the things floating in the rivers, +as reported, but I have seen things like them under circumstances I dread to +repeat. I have seen footprints, and of late have seen them nearer my own home (I +live in the old Akeley place south of Townshend Village, on the side of Dark +Mountain) than I dare tell you now. And I have overheard voices in the woods at +certain points that I will not even begin to describe on paper. + +At one place I heard them so much that I took a phonograph therewith a +dictaphone attachment and wax blank - and I shall try to arrange to have you +hear the record I got. I have run it on the machine for some of the old people up +here, and one of the voices had nearly scared them paralysed by reason of its +likeness to a certain voice (that buzzing voice in the woods which Davenport +mentions) that their grandmothers have told about and mimicked for them. I +know what most people think of a man who tells about "hearing voices" - but +before you draw conclusions just listen to this record and ask some of the older +backwoods people what they think of it. If you can account for it normally, very +well; but there must be something behind it. Ex nihilo nihil fit, you know. + +Now my object in writing you is not to start an argument but to give you +information which I think a man of your tastes will find deeply interesting. This +is private. Publicly I am on your side, for certain things show me that it does not +do for people to know too much about these matters. My own studies are now +wholly private, and I would not think of saying anything to attract people's +attention and cause them to visit the places I have explored. It is true - terribly +true - that there are non-human creatures watching us all the time; with spies +among us gathering information. It is from a wretched man who, if he was sane +(as I think he was) was one of those spies, that I got a large part of my clues to +the matter. He later killed himself, but I have reason to think there are others +now. + +The things come from another planet, being able to live in interstellar space and +fly through it on clumsy, powerful wings which have a way of resisting the +aether but which are too poor at steering to be of much use in helping them +about on earth. I will tell you about this later if you do not dismiss me at once as + + + + +a madman. They come here to get metals from mines that go deep under the +hills, and I think I know where they come from. They will not hurt us if we let +them alone, but no one can say what will happen if we get too curious about +them. Of course a good army of men could wipe out their mining colony. That is +what they are afraid of. But if that happened, more would come from outside - +any number of them. They could easily conquer the earth, but have not tried so +far because they have not needed to. They would rather leave things as they are +to save bother. + +I think they mean to get rid of me because of what I have discovered. There is a +great black stone with unknown hieroglyphics half worn away which I found in +the woods on Round Hill, east of here; and after I took it home everything +became different. If they think I suspect too much they will either kill me or take +me off the earth to where they come from. They like to take away men of +learning once in a while, to keep informed on the state of things in the human +world. + +This leads me to my secondary purpose in addressing you - namely, to urge you +to hush up the present debate rather than give it more publicity. People must be +kept away from these hills, and in order to effect this, their curiosity ought not to +be aroused any further. Heaven knows there is peril enough anyway, with +promoters and real estate men flooding Vermont with herds of summer people +to overrun the wild places and cover the hills with cheap bungalows. + +I shall welcome further communication with you, and shall try to send you that +phonograph record and black stone (which is so worn that photographs don't +show much) by express if you are willing. I say "try" because I think those +creatures have a way of tampering with things around here. There is a sullen +furtive fellow named Brown, on a farm near the village, who I think is their spy. +Little by little they are trying to cut me off from our world because I know too +much about their world. + +They have the most amazing way of finding out what I do. You may not even get +this letter. I think I shall have to leave this part of the country and go live with +my son in San Diego, Cal., if things get any worse, but it is not easy to give up +the place you were born in, and where your family has lived for six generations. +Also, I would hardly dare sell this house to anybody now that the creatures have +taken notice of it. They seem to be trying to get the black stone back and destroy +the phonograph record, but I shall not let them if I can help it. My great police +dogs always hold them back, for there are very few here as yet, and they are +clumsy in getting about. As I have said, their wings are not much use for short +flights on earth. I am on the very brink of deciphering that stone - in a very +terrible way - and with your knowledge of folklore you may be able to supply + + + + +the missing links enough to help me. I suppose you know all about the fearful +myths antedating the coming of man to the earth - the Yog-Sothoth and Cthulhu +cycles - which are hinted at in the Necronomicon. I had access to a copy of that +once, and hear that you have one in your college library under lock and key. + +To conclude, Mr. Wilmarth, I think that with our respective studies we can be +very useful to each other. I don't wish to put you in any peril, and suppose I +ought to warn you that possession of the stone and the record won't be very safe; +but I think you will find any risks worth running for the sake of knowledge. I +will drive down to Newfane or Brattleboro to send whatever you authorize me to +send, for the express offices there are more to be trusted. I might say that I live +quite alone now, since I can't keep hired help any more. They won't stay because +of the things that try to get near the house at night, and that keep the dogs +barking continually. I am glad I didn't get as deep as this into the business while +my wife was alive, for it would have driven her mad. + +Hoping that I am not bothering you unduly, and that you will decide to get in +touch with me rather than + +throw this letter into the waste basket as a madman's raving, I am + +Yrs. very truly, + +Henry W. Akeley + +P.S. I am making some extra prints of certain photographs taken by me, which I +think will help to prove a number of the points I have touched on. The old +people think they are monstrously true. I shall send you these very soon if you +are interested. + +H. W. A. + +It would be difficult to describe my sentiments upon reading this strange +document for the first time. By all ordinary rules, I ought to have laughed more +loudly at these extravagances than at the far milder theories which had +previously moved me to mirth; yet something in the tone of the letter made me +take it with paradoxical seriousness. Not that I believed for a moment in the +hidden race from the stars which my correspondent spoke of; but that, after some +grave preliminary doubts, I grew to feel oddly sure of his sanity and sincerity, +and of his confrontation by some genuine though singular and abnormal +phenomenon which he could not explain except in this imaginative way. It could +not be as he thought it, I reflected, yet on the other hand, it could not be +otherwise than worthy of investigation. The man seemed unduly excited and +alarmed about something, but it was hard to think that all cause was lacking. He + + + + +was so specific and logical in certain ways - and after all, his yarn did fit in so +perplexingly well with some of the old myths - even the wildest Indian legends. + +That he had really overheard disturbing voices in the hills, and had really found +the black stone he spoke about, was wholly possible despite the crazy inferences +he had made - inferences probably suggested by the man who had claimed to be +a spy of the outer beings and had later killed himself. It was easy to deduce that +this man must have been wholly insane, but that he probably had a streak of +perverse outward logic which made the naive Akeley - already prepared for such +things by his folklore studies - believe his tale. As for the latest developments - it +appeared from his inability to keep hired help that Akeley's humbler rustic +neighbours were as convinced as he that his house was besieged by uncanny +things at night. The dogs really barked, too. + +And then the matter of that phonograph record, which I could not but believe he +had obtained in the way he said. It must mean something; whether animal noises +deceptively like human speech, or the speech of some hidden, night-haunting +human being decayed to a state not much above that of lower animals. From this +my thoughts went back to the black hieroglyphed stone, and to speculations +upon what it might mean. Then, too, what of the photographs which Akeley said +he was about to send, and which the old people had found so convincingly +terrible? + +As I re-read the cramped handwriting I felt as never before that my credulous +opponents might have more on their side than I had conceded. After all, there +might be some queer and perhaps hereditarily misshapen outcasts in those +shunned hills, even though no such race of star-born monsters as folklore +claimed. And if there were, then the presence of strange bodies in the flooded +streams would not be wholly beyond belief. Was it too presumptuous to suppose +that both the old legends and the recent reports had this much of reality behind +them? But even as I harboured these doubts I felt ashamed that so fantastic a +piece of bizarrerie as Henry Akeley's wild letter had brought them up. + +In the end I answered Akeley's letter, adopting a tone of friendly interest and +soliciting further particulars. His reply came almost by return mail; and +contained, true to promise, a number of Kodak views of scenes and objects +illustrating what he had to tell. Glancing at these pictures as I took them from the +envelope, I felt a curious sense of fright and nearness to forbidden things; for in +spite of the vagueness of most of them, they had a damnably suggestive power +which was intensified by the fact of their being genuine photographs - actual +optical links with what they portrayed, and the product of an impersonal +transmitting process without prejudice, fallibility, or mendacity. + + + + +The more I looked at them, the more I saw that my senous estimate of Akeley +and his story had not been unjustified. Certainly, these pictures carried +conclusive evidence of something in the Vermont hills which was at least vastly +outside the radius of our common knowledge and belief. The worst thing of all +was the footprint - a view taken where the sun shone on a mud patch somewhere +in a deserted upland. This was no cheaply counterfeited thing, I could see at a +glance; for the sharply defined pebbles and grassblades in the field of vision gave +a clear index of scale and left no possibility of a tricky double exposure. I have +called the thing a "footprint," but "claw-print" would be a better term. Even now +I can scarcely describe it save to say that it was hideously crablike, and that there +seemed to be some ambiguity about its direction. It was not a very deep or fresh +print, but seemed to be about the size of an average man's foot. From a central +pad, pairs of saw-toothed nippers projected in opposite directions - quite baffling +as to function, if indeed the whole object were exclusively an organ of +locomotion. + +Another photograph - evidently a time-exposure taken in deep shadow - was of +the mouth of a woodland cave, with a boulder of, rounded regularity choking +the aperture. On the bare ground in front of, it one could just discern a dense +network of curious tracks, and when I studied the picture with a magnifier I felt +uneasily sure that the tracks were like the one in the other view. A third pictured +showed a druid-like circle of standing stones on the summit of a wild hill. +Around the cryptic circle the grass was very much beaten down and worn away, +though I could not detect any footprints even with the glass. The extreme +remoteness of the place was apparent from the veritable sea of tenantless: +mountains which formed the background and stretched away toward a. misty +horizon. + +But if the most disturbing of all the views was that of the footprint, the' most +curiously suggestive was that of the great black stone found in the Round Hill +woods. Akeley had photographed it on what was evidently his study table, for I +could see rows of books and a bust of Milton in the background. The thing, as +nearly as one might guess, had faced the camera vertically with a somewhat +irregularly curved surface of one by two feet; but to say anything definite about +that surface, or about the general shape of the whole mass, almost defies the +power of language. What outlandish geometrical principles had guided its +cutting - for artificially cut it surely was - I could not even begin to guess; and +never before had I seen anything which struck me as so strangely and +unmistakably alien to this world. Of the hieroglyphics on the surface I could +discern very few, but one or two that I did see gave rather a shock. Of course +they might be fraudulent, for others besides myself had read the monstrous and +abhorred Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred; but it nevertheless +made me shiver to recognise certain ideographs which study had taught me to + + + + +link with the most blood-curdhng and blasphemous whispers of things that had +had a kind of mad half-existence before the earth and the other inner worlds of +the solar system were made. + +Of the five remaining pictures, three were of swamp and hill scenes which +seemed to bear traces of hidden and unwholesome tenancy. Another was of a +queer mark in the ground very near Akeley's house, which he said he had +photographed the morning after a night on which the dogs had barked more +violently than usual. It was very blurred, and one could really draw no certain +conclusions from it; but it did seem fiendishly like that other mark or claw -print +photographed on the deserted upland. The final picture was of the Akeley place +itself; a trim white house of two stories and attic, about a century and a quarter +old, and with a well-kept lawn and stone-bordered path leading up to a +tastefully carved Georgian doorway. There were several huge police dogs on the +lawn, squatting near a pleasant-faced man with a close-cropped grey beard +whom I took to be Akeley himself - his own photographer, one might infer from +the tube-connected bulb in his right hand. + +From the pictures I turned to the bulky, closely-written letter itself; and for the +next three hours was immersed in a gulf of unutterable horror. Where Akeley +had given only outlines before, he now entered into minute details; presenting +long transcripts of words overheard in the woods at night, long accounts of +monstrous pinkish forms spied in thickets at twilight on the hills, and a terrible +cosmic narrative derived from the application of profound and varied +scholarship to the endless bygone discourses of the mad self- styled spy who had +killed himself. I found myself faced by names and terms that I had heard +elsewhere in the most hideous of connections - Yuggoth, Great Cthulhu, +Tsathoggua, YogSothoth, R'lyeh, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, Hastur, Yian, Leng, +the Lake of Hali, Bethmoora, the Yellow Sign, L'mur- Kathulos, Bran, and the +Magnum Innominandum - and was drawn back through nameless aeons and +inconceivable dimensions to worlds of elder, outer entity at which the crazed +author of the Necronomicon had only guessed in the vaguest way. I was told of +the pits of primal life, and of the streams that had trickled down therefrom; and +finally, of the tiny rivulets from one of those streams which had become +entangled with the destinies of our own earth. + +My brain whirled; and where before I had attempted to explain things away, I +now began to believe in the most abnormal and incredible wonders. The array of +vital evidence was damnably vast and overwhelming; and the cool, scientific +attitude of Akeley - an attitude removed as far as imaginable from the demented, +the fanatical, the hysterical, or even the. extravagantly speculative - had a +tremendous effect on my thought and judgment. By the time I laid the frightful +letter aside I could understand the fears he had come to entertain, and was ready + + + + +to do anything in my power to keep people away from those wild, haunted hills. +Even now, when time has dulled the impression and made me half-question my +own experience and horrible doubts, there are things in that letter of Akeley's +which I would not quote, or even form into words on paper. I am almost glad +that the letter and record and photographs are gone now - and I wish, for reasons +I shall soon make clear, that the new planet beyond Neptune had not been +discovered. + +With the reading of that letter my public debating about the Vermont horror +permanently ended. Arguments from opponents remained unanswered or put +off with promises, and eventually the controversy petered out into oblivion. +During late May and June I was in constant correspondence with Akeley; though +once in a while a letter would be lost, so that we would have to retrace our +ground and perform considerable laborious copying. What we were trying to do, +as a whole, was to compare notes in matters of obscure mythological scholarship +and arrive at a clearer correlation of the Vermont horrors with the general body +of primitive world legend. + +For one thing, we virtually decided that these morbidities and the hellish +Himalayan Mi-Go were one and the same order of incarnated nightmare. There +was also absorbing zoological conjectures, which I would have referred to +Professor Dexter in my own college but for Akeley's imperative command to tell +no one of the matter before us. If I seem to disobey that command now, it is only +because I think that at this stage a warning about those farther Vermont hills - +and about those Himalayan peaks which bold explorers are more and more +determined to ascend - is more conducive to public safety than silence would be. +One specific thing we were leading up to was a deciphering of the hieroglyphics +on that infamous black stone - a deciphering which might well place us in +possession of secrets deeper and more dizzying than any formerly known to +man. + + +Toward the end of June the phonograph record came - shipped from Brattleboro, +since Akeley was unwilling to trust conditions on the branch line north of there. +He had begun to feel an increased sense of espionage, aggravated by the loss of +some of our letters; and said much about the insidious deeds of certain men +whom he considered tools and agents of the hidden beings. Most of all he +suspected the surly farmer Walter Brown, who lived alone on a run-down +hillside place near the deep woods, and who was often seen loafing around +corners in Brattleboro, Bellows Falls, Newfane, and South Londonderry in the +most inexplicable and seemingly unmotivated way. Brown's voice, he felt +convinced, was one of those he had overheard on a certain occasion in a very + + + + +terrible conversation; and he had once found a footprint or clawprint near +Brown's house which might possess the most ominous significance. It had been +curiously near some of Brown's own footprints - footprints that faced toward it. + +So the record was shipped from Brattleboro, whither Akeley drove in his Ford +car along the lonely Vermont back roads. He confessed in an accompanying note +that he was beginning to be afraid of those roads, and that he would not even go +into Townshend for supplies now except in broad daylight. It did not pay, he +repeated again and again, to know too much unless one were very remote from +those silent and problematical hills. He would be going to California pretty soon +to live with his son, though it was hard to leave a place where all one's memories +and ancestral feelings centered. + +Before trying the record on the commercial machine which I borrowed from the +college administration building I carefully went over all the explanatory matter +in Akeley's various letters. This record, he had said, was obtained about 1 A.M. +on the 1st of May, 1915, near the closed mouth of a cave where the wooded west +slope of Dark Mountain rises out of Lee's swamp. The place had always been +unusually plagued with strange voices, this being the reason he had brought the +phonograph, dictaphone, and blank in expectation of results. Former experience +had told him that May Eve - the hideous Sabbat-night of underground European +legend - would probably be more fruitful than any other date, and he was not +disappointed. It was noteworthy, though, that he never again heard voices at +that particular spot. + +Unlike most of the overheard forest voices, the substance of the record was +quasi-ritualistic, and included one palpably human voice which Akeley had +never been able to place. It was not Brown's, but seemed to be that of a man of +greater cultivation. The second voice, however, was the real crux of the thing - +for this was the accursed buzzing which had no likeness to humanity despite the +human words which it uttered in good English grammar and a scholarly accent. + +The recording phonograph and dictaphone had not worked uniformly well, and +had of course been at a great disadvantage because of the remote and muffled +nature of the overheard ritual; so that the actual speech secured was very +fragmentary. Akeley had given me a transcript of what he believed the spoken +words to be, and I glanced through this again as I prepared the machine for +action. The text was darkly mysterious rather than openly horrible, though a +knowledge of its origin and manner of gathering gave it all the associative horror +which any words could well possess. I will present it here in full as I remember it +- and I am fairly confident that I know it correctly by heart, not only from +reading the transcript, but from playing the record itself over and over again. It is +not a thing which one might readily forget! + + + + +(Indistinguishable Sounds) + +(A Cultivated Male Human Voice) + +...is the Lord of the Wood, even to... and the gifts of the men of Leng... so from +the wells of night to the gulfs of space, and from the gulfs of space to the wells of +night, ever the praises of Great Cthulhu, of Tsathoggua, and of Him Who is not +to be Named. Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods, +la! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young! + +(A Buzzing Imitation of Human Speech) + +la! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! + +(Human Voice) + +And it has come to pass that the Lord of the Woods, being... seven and nine, +down the onyx steps . . . (tri)butes to Him in the Gulf, Azathoth, He of Whom +Thou has taught us marv(els). . . on the wings of night out beyond space, out +beyond th... to That whereof Yuggoth is the youngest child, rolling alone in +black aether at the rim. . . + +(Buzzing Voice) + +...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that He in the Gulf may know. +To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall put +on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come +down from the world of Seven Suns to mock. . . + +(Human Voice) + +(Nyarl)athotep, Great Messenger, bringer of strange joy to Yuggoth through the +void. Father of the Million + +Favoured Ones, Stalker among. . . + +(Speech Cut Off by End of Record) + +Such were the words for which I was to listen when I started the phonograph. It +was with a trace of genuine dread and reluctance that I pressed the lever and +heard the preliminary scratching of the sapphire point, and I was glad that the +first faint, fragmentary words were in a human voice - a mellow, educated voice +which seemed vaguely Bostonian in accent, and which was certainly not that of +any native of the Vermont hills. As I listened to the tantalisingly feeble rendering. + + + + +I seemed to find the speech identical with Akeley's carefully prepared transcript. +On it chanted, in that mellow Bostonian voice. . . "la! Shub- Niggurath! The Goat +with a Thousand Young!. . ." + +And then I heard the other voice. To this hour I shudder retrospectively when I +think of how it struck me, prepared though I was by Akeley's accounts. Those to +whom I have since described the record profess to find nothing but cheap +imposture or madness in it; but could they have the accursed thing itself, or read +the bulk of Akeley's correspondence, (especially that terrible and encyclopaedic +second letter), I know they would think differently. It is, after all, a tremendous +pity that I did not disobey Akeley and play the record for others - a tremendous +pity, too, that all of his letters were lost. To me, with my first-hand impression of +the actual sounds, and with my knowledge of the background and surrounding +circumstances, the voice was a monstrous thing. It swiftly followed the human +voice in ritualistic response, but in my imagination it was a morbid echo winging +its way across unimaginable abysses from unimaginable outer hells. It is more +than two years now since I last ran off that blasphemous waxen cylinder; but at +this moment, and at all other moments, I can still hear that feeble, fiendish +buzzing as it reached me for the first time. + +"la! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" + +But though the voice is always in my ears, I have not even yet been able to +analyse it well enough for a graphic description. It was like the drone of some +loathsome, gigantic insect ponderously shaped into the articulate speech of an +alien species, and I am perfectly certain that the organs producing it can have no +resemblance to the vocal organs of man, or indeed to those of any of the +mammalia. There were singularities in timbre, range, and overtones which +placed this phenomenon wholly outside the sphere of humanity and earth-life. +Its sudden advent that first time almost stunned me, and I heard the rest of the +record through in a sort of abstracted daze. When the longer passage of buzzing +came, there was a sharp intensification of that feeling of blasphemous infinity +which had struck me during the shorter and earlier passage. At last the record +ended abruptly, during an unusually clear speech of the human and Bostonian +voice; but I sat stupidly staring long after the machine had automatically +stopped. + +I hardly need say that I gave that shocking record many another playing, and +that I made exhaustive attempts at analysis and comment in comparing notes +with Akeley. It would be both useless and disturbing to repeat here all that we +concluded; but I may hint that we agreed in believing we had secured a clue to +the source of some of the most repulsive primordial customs in the cryptic elder +religions of mankind. It seemed plain to us, also, that there were ancient and + + + + +elaborate alliance; between the hidden outer creatures and certain members of +the human race. How extensive these alliances were, and how their state today +might compare with their state in earlier ages, we had no means of guessing; yet +at best there was room for a limitless amount of horrified speculation. There +seemed to be an awful, immemorial linkage in several definite stages betwixt +man and nameless infinity. The blasphemies which appeared on earth, it was +hinted, came from the dark planet Yuggoth, at the rim of the solar system; but +this was itself merely the populous outpost of a frightful interstellar race whose +ultimate source must lie far outside even the Einsteinian space-time continuum +or greatest known cosmos. + +Meanwhile we continued to discuss the black stone and the best way of getting it +to Arkham - Akeley deeming it inadvisable to have me visit him at the scene of +his nightmare studies. For some reason or other, Akeley was afraid to trust the +thing to any ordinary or expected transportation route. His final idea was to take +it across country to Bellows Falls and ship it on the Boston and Maine system +through Keene and Winchendon and Fitchburg, even though this would +necessitate his driving along somewhat lonelier and more forest-traversing hill +roads than the main highway to Brattleboro. He said he had noticed a man +around the express office at Brattleboro when he had sent the phonograph +record, whose actions and expression had been far from reassuring. This man +had seemed too anxious to talk with the clerks, and had taken the train on which +the record was shipped. Akeley confessed that he had not felt strictly at ease +about that record until he heard from me of its safe receipt. + +About this time - the second week in July - another letter of mine went astray, as +I learned through an anxious communication from Akeley. After that he told me +to address him no more at Townshend, but to send all mail in care of the General +Delivery at Brattleboro; whither he would make frequent trips either in his car or +on the motor-coach line which had lately replaced passenger service on the +lagging branch railway. I could see that he was getting more and more anxious, +for he went into much detail about the increased barking of the dogs on +moonless nights, and about the fresh claw-prints he sometimes found in the road +and in the mud at the back of his farmyard when morning came. Once he told +about a veritable army of prints drawn up in a line facing an equally thick and +resolute line of dog-tracks, and sent a loathsomely disturbing Kodak picture to +prove it. That was after a night on which the dogs had outdone themselves in +barking and howling. + +On the morning of Wednesday, July 18, 1 received a telegram from Bellows Falls, +in which Akeley said he was expressing the black stone over the B. & M. on Train +No. 5508, leaving Bellows Falls at 12:15 P.M., standard time, and due at the +North Station in Boston at 4:12 P.M. It ought, I calculated, to get up to Arkham at + + + + +least by the next noon; and accordingly I stayed in all Thursday morning to +receive it. But noon came and went without its advent, and when I telephoned +down to the express office I was informed that no shipment for me had arrived. +My next act, performed amidst a growing alarm, was to give a long- distance call +to the express agent at the Boston North Station; and I was scarcely surprised to +learn that my consignment had not appeared. Train No. 5508 had pulled in only +35 minutes late on the day before, but had contained no box addressed to me. +The agent promised, however, to institute a searching inquiry; and I ended the +day by sending Akeley a night-letter outlining the situation. + +With commendable promptness a report came from the Boston office on the +following afternoon, the agent telephoning as soon as he learned the facts. It +seemed that the railway express clerk on No. 5508 had been able to recall an +incident which might have much bearing on my loss - an argument with a very +curious-voiced man, lean, sandy, and rustic-looking, when the train was waiting +at Keene, N. H., shortly after one o'clock standard time. The man, he said, was +greatly excited about a heavy box which he claimed to expect, but which was +neither on the train nor entered on the company's books. He had given the name +of Stanley Adams, and had had such a queerly thick droning voice, that it made +the clerk abnormally dizzy and sleepy to listen to him. The clerk could not +remember quite how the conversation had ended, but recalled starting into a +fuller awakeness when the train began to move. The Boston agent added that this +clerk was a young man of wholly unquestioned veracity and reliability, of +known antecedents and long with the company. + +That evening I went to Boston to interview the clerk in person, having obtained +his name and address from the office. He was a frank, prepossessing fellow, but I +saw that he could add nothing to his original account. Oddly, he was scarcely +sure that he could even recognise the strange inquirer again. Realising that he +had no more to tell, I returned to Arkham and sat up till morning writing letters +to Akeley, to the express company and to the police department and station +agent in Keene. I felt that the strange-voiced man who had so queerly affected +the clerk must have a pivotal place in the ominous business, and hoped that +Keene station employees and telegraph-office records might tell something about +him and about how he happened to make his inquiry when and where he did. + +I must admit, however, that all my investigations came to nothing. The queer- +voiced man had indeed been noticed around the Keene station in the early +afternoon of July 18, and one lounger seemed to couple him vaguely with a +heavy box; but he was altogether unknown, and had not been seen before or +since. He had not visited the telegraph office or received any message so far as +could be learned, nor had any message which might justly be considered a notice +of the black stone's presence on No. 5508 come through the office for anyone. + + + + +Naturally Akeley joined with me in conducting these inquiries, and even made a +personal trip to Keene to question the people around the station; but his attitude +toward the matter was more fatalistic than mine. He seemed to find the loss of +the box a portentous and menacing fulfillment of inevitable tendencies, and had +no real hope at all of its recovery. He spoke of the undoubted telepathic and +hypnotic powers of the hill creatures and their agents, and in one letter hinted +that he did not believe the stone was on this earth any longer. For my part, I was +duly enraged, for I had felt there was at least a chance of learning profound and +astonishing things from the old, blurred hieroglyphs. The matter would have +rankled bitterly in my mind had not Akeley's immediately subsequent letters +brought up a new phase of the whole horrible hill problem which at once seized +all my attention. + + +The unknown things, Akeley wrote in a script grown pitifully tremulous, had +begun to close in on him with a wholly new degree of determination. The +nocturnal barking of the dogs whenever the moon, was dim or absent was +hideous now, and there had been attempts to molest him on the lonely roads he +had to traverse by day. On the second of August, while bound for the village in +his car, he had found a tree-trunk laid in his path at a point where the highway +ran through a deep patch of woods; while the savage barking of the two great +dogs he had with him told all too well of the things which must have been +lurking near. What would have happened had the dogs not been there, he did +not dare guess - but he never went out now without at least two of his faithful +and powerful pack. Other road experiences had occurred on August fifth and +sixth; a shot grazing his car on one occasion, and the barking of the dogs telling +of unholy woodland presences on the other. + +On August fifteenth I received a frantic letter which disturbed me greatly, and +which made me wish Akeley could put aside his lonely reticence and call in the +aid of the law. There had been frightful happening on the night of the 12-13th, +bullets flying outside the farmhouse, and three of the twelve great dogs being +found shot dead in the morning. There were myriads of claw-prints in the road, +with the human prints of Walter Brown among them. Akeley had started to +telephone to Brattleboro for more dogs, but the wire had gone dead before he +had a chance to say much. Later he went to Brattleboro in his car, and learned +there that linemen had found the main cable neatly cut at a point where it ran +through the deserted hills north of Newfane. But he was about to start home +with four fine new dogs, and several cases of ammunition for his big-game +repeating rifle. The letter was written at the post office in Brattleboro, and came +through to me without delay. + + + + +My attitude toward the matter was by this time quickly shpping from a scientific +to an alarmedly personal one. I was afraid for Akeley in his remote, lonely +farmhouse, and half afraid for myself because of my now definite connection +with the strange hill problem. The thing was reaching out so. Would it suck me +in and engulf me? In replying to his letter I urged him to seek help, and hinted +that I might take action myself if he did not. I spoke of visiting Vermont in +person in spite of his wishes, and of helping him explain the situation to the +proper authorities. In return, however, I received only a telegram from Bellows +Falls which read thus: + +APPRECIATE YOUR POSITION BUT CAN DO NOTHING TAKE NO ACTION +YOURSELF FOR IT COULD ONLY HARM BOTH WAIT FOR EXPLANATION + +HENRY AKELY + +But the affair was steadily deepening. Upon my replying to the telegram I +received a shaky note from Akeley with the astonishing news that he had not +only never sent the wire, but had not received the letter from me to which it was +an obvious reply. Hasty inquiries by him at Bellows Falls had brought out that +the message was deposited by a strange sandy-haired man with a curiously +thick, droning voice, though more than this he could not learn. The clerk showed +him the original text as scrawled in pencil by the sender, but the handwriting +was wholly unfamiliar. It was noticeable that the signature was misspelled - A- +K-E-L-Y, without the second "E." Certain conjectures were inevitable, but amidst +the obvious crisis he did not stop to elaborate upon them. + +He spoke of the death of more dogs and the purchase of still others, and of the +exchange of gunfire which had become a settled feature each moonless night. +Brown's prints, and the prints of at least one or two more shod human figures, +were now found regularly among the claw-prints in the road, and at the back of +the farmyard. It was, Akeley admitted, a pretty bad business; and before long he +would probably have to go to live with his California son whether or not he +could sell the old place. But it was not easy to leave the only spot one could +really think of as home. He must try to hang on a little longer; perhaps he could +scare off the intruders - especially if he openly gave up all further attempts to +penetrate their secrets. + +Writing Akeley at once, I renewed my offers of aid, and spoke again of visiting +him and helping him convince the authorities of his dire peril. In his reply he +seemed less set against that plan than his past attitude would have led one to +predict, but said he would like to hold off a little while longer - long enough to +get his things in order and reconcile himself to the idea of leaving an almost +morbidly cherished birthplace. People looked askance at his studies and + + + + +speculations and it would be better to get quietly off without setting the +countryside in a turmoil and creating widespread doubts of his own sanity. He +had had enough, he admitted, but he. wanted to make a dignified exit if he +could. + +This letter reached me on the 28th of August, and I prepared and mailed as +encouraging a reply as I could. Apparently the encouragement had effect, for +Akeley had fewer terrors to report when he acknowledged my note. He was not +very optimistic, though, and expressed the belief that it was only the full moon +season which was holding the creatures off. He hoped there would not be many +densely cloudy nights, and talked vaguely of boarding in Brattleboro when the +moon waned. Again I wrote him encouragingly but on September 5th there came +a fresh communication which had obviously crossed my letter in the mails; and +to this I could not give any such hopeful response. In view of its importance I +believe I had better give it in full - as best I can do from memory of the shaky +script. It ran substantially as follows: + +Monday + +Dear Wilmarth + +A rather discouraging P. S. to my last. Last night was thickly cloudy - though no +rain - and not a bit of moonlight got through. Things were pretty bad, and I think +the end is getting near, in spite of all we have hoped. After midnight something +landed on the roof of the house, and the dogs all rushed up to see what it was. I +could hear them snapping and tearing around, and then one managed to get on +the roof by jumping from the low ell. There was a terrible fight up there, and I +heard a frightful buzzing which I'll never forget. And then there was a shocking +smell. About the same time bullets came through the window and nearly grazed +me. I think the main line of the hill creatures had got close to the house when the +dogs divided because of the roof business. What was up there I don't know yet, +but I'm afraid the creatures are learning to steer better with their space wings. I +put out the light and used the windows for loopholes, and raked all around the +house with rifle fire aimed just high enough not to hit the dogs. That seemed to +end the business, but in the morning I found great pools of blood in the yard, +besides pools of a green sticky stuff that had the worst odour I have ever +smelled. I climbed up on the roof and found more of the sticky stuff there. Five of +the dogs were killed - I'm afraid I hit one myself by aiming too low, for he was +shot in the back. Now I am setting the panes the shots broke, and am going to +Brattleboro for more dogs. I guess the men at the kennels think I am crazy. Will +drop another note later. Suppose I'll be ready for moving in a week or two, +though it nearly kills me to think of it. + + + + +Hastily - Akeley + +But this was not the only letter from Akeley to cross mine. On the next morning - +September 6th - still another came; this time a frantic scrawl which utterly +unnerved me and put me at a loss what to say or do next. Again I cannot do +better than quote the text as faithfully as memory will let me. + +Tuesday + +Clouds didn't break, so no moon again - and going into the wane anyhow. I'd +have the house wired for electricity and put in a searchlight if I didn't know +they'd cut the cables as fast as they could be mended. + +I think I am going crazy. It may be that all I have ever written you is a dream or +madness. It was bad enough before, but this time it is too much. They talked to +me last night - talked in that cursed buzzing voice and told me things that I dare +not repeat to you. I heard them plainly above the barking of the dogs, and once +when they were drowned out a human voice helped them. Keep out of this, +Wilmarth - it is worse than either you or I ever suspected. They don't mean to let +me get to California now - they want to take me off alive, or what theoretically +and mentally amounts to alive - not only to Yuggoth, but beyond that - away +outside the galaxy and possibly beyond the last curved rim of space. I told them I +wouldn't go where they wish, or in the terrible way they propose to take me, but +I'm afraid it will be no use. My place is so far out that they may come by day as +well as by night before long. Six more dogs killed, and I felt presences all along +the wooded parts of the road when I drove to Brattleboro today. It was a mistake +for me to try to send you that phonograph record and black stone. Better smash +the record before it's too late. Will drop you another line tomorrow if I'm still +here. Wish I could arrange to get my books and things to Brattleboro and board +there. I would run off without anything if I could but something inside my mind +holds me back. I can slip out to Brattleboro, where I ought to be safe, but I feel +just as much a prisoner there as at the house. And I seem to know that I couldn't +get much farther even if I dropped everything and tried. It is horrible - don't get +mixed up in this. + +Yrs - Akeley + +I did not sleep at all the night after receiving this terrible thing, and was utterly +baffled as to Akeley's remaining degree of sanity. The substance of the note was +wholly insane, yet the manner of expression - in view of all that had gone before +- had a grimly potent quality of convincingness. I made no attempt to answer it, +thinking it better to wait until Akeley might have time to reply to my latest +communication. Such a reply indeed came on the following day, though the + + + + +fresh material in it quite overshadowed any of the points brought up by the letter +nominally answered. Here is what I recall of the text, scrawled and blotted as it +was in the course of a plainly frantic and hurried composition. + +Wednesday + +W- + +Your letter came, but it's no use to discuss anything any more. I am fully +resigned. Wonder that I have even enough will power left to fight them off. Can't +escape even if I were willing to give up everything and run. They'll get me. + +Had a letter from them yesterday - R.F.D. man brought it while I was at +Brattleboro. Typed and postmarked Bellows Falls. Tells what they want to do +with me - 1 can't repeat it. Look out for yourself, too! Smash that record. Cloudy +nights keep up, and moon waning all the time. Wish I dared to get help - it might +brace up my will power - but everyone who would dare to come at all would call +me crazy unless there happened to be some proof. Couldn't ask people to come +for no reason at all - am all out of touch with everybody and have been for years. + +But I haven't told you the worst, Wilmarth. Brace up to read this, for it will give +you a shock. I am telling the truth, though. It is this - I have seen and touched +one of the things, or part of one of the things. God, man, but it's awful! It was +dead, of course. One of the dogs had it, and I found it near the kennel this +morning. I tried to save it in the woodshed to convince people of the whole +thing, but it all evaporated in a few hours. Nothing left. You know, all those +things in the rivers were seen only on the first morning after the flood. And +here's the worst. I tried to photograph it for you, but when I developed the film +there wasn't anything visible except the woodshed. What can the thing have +been made of? I saw it and felt it, and they all leave footprints. It was surely +made of matter - but what kind of matter? The shape can't be described. It was a +great crab with a lot of pyramided fleshy rings or knots of thick, ropy stuff +covered with feelers where a man's head would be. That green sticky stuff is its +blood or juice. And there are more of them due on earth any minute. + +Walter Brown is missing - hasn't been seen loafing around any of his usual +corners in the villages hereabouts. I must have got him with one of my shots, +though the creatures always seem to try to take their dead and wounded away. + +Got into town this afternoon without any trouble, but am afraid they're +beginning to hold off because they're sure of me. Am writing this in Brattleboro +P. 0. This may be goodbye - if it is, write my son George Goodenough Akeley, + + + + +176 Pleasant St., San Diego, Cal., but don't come up here. Write the boy if you +don't hear from me in a week, and watch the papers for news. + +I'm going to play my last two cards now - if I have the will power left. First to try +poison gas on the things (I've got the right chemicals and have fixed up masks +for myself and the dogs) and then if that doesn't work, tell the sheriff. They can +lock me in a madhouse if they want to - it'll be better than what the other +creatures would do. Perhaps I can get them to pay attention to the prints around +the house - they are faint, but I can find them every morning. Suppose, though, +police would say I faked them somehow; for they all think I'm a queer character. + +Must try to have a state policeman spend a night here and see for himself - +though it would be just like the creatures to learn about it and hold off that night. +They cut my wires whenever I try to telephone in the night - the linemen think it +is very queer, and may testify for me if they don't go and imagine I cut them +myself. I haven't tried to keep them repaired for over a week now. + +I could get some of the ignorant people to testify for me about the reality of the +horrors, but everybody laughs at what they say, and anyway, they have shunned +my place for so long that they don't know any of the new events. You couldn't +get one of those rundown farmers to come within a mile of my house for love or +money. The mail-carrier hears what they say and jokes me about it - God! If I +only dared tell him how real it is! I think I'll try to get him to notice the prints, +but he comes in the afternoon and they're usually about gone by that time. If I +kept one by setting a box or pan over it, he'd think surely it was a fake or joke. + +Wish I hadn't gotten to be such a hermit, so folks don't drop around as they used +to. I've never dared show the black stone or the Kodak pictures, or play that +record, to anybody but the ignorant people. The others would say I faked the +whole business and do nothing but laugh. But I may yet try showing the +pictures. They give those claw -prints clearly, even if the things that made them +can't be photographed. What a shame nobody else saw that thing this morning +before it went to nothing! + +But I don't know as I care. After what I've been through, a madhouse is as good a +place as any. The doctors can help me make up my mind to get away from this +house, and that is all that will save me. + +Write my son George if you don't hear soon. Goodbye, smash that record, and +don't mix up in this. + +Yrs - Akeley + + + + +This letter frankly plunged me into the blackest of terror. I did not know what to +say in answer, but scratched off some incoherent words of advice and +encouragement and sent them by registered mail. I recall urging Akeley to move +to Brattleboro at once, and place himself under the protection of the authorities; +adding that I would come to that town with the phonograph record and help +convince the courts of his sanity. It was time, too, I think I wrote, to alarm the +people generally against this thing in their midst. It will be observed that at this +moment of stress my own belief in all Akeley had told and claimed was virtually +complete, though I did think his failure to get a picture of the dead monster was +due not to any freak of Nature but to some excited slip of his own. + + +Then, apparently crossing my incoherent note and reaching me Saturday +afternoon, September 8th, came that curiously different and calming letter neatly +typed on a new machine; that strange letter of reassurance and invitation which +must have marked so prodigious a transition in the whole nightmare drama of +the lonely hills. Again I will quote from memory - seeking for special reasons to +preserve as much of the flavour of the style as I can. It was postmarked Bellows +Falls, and the signature as well as the body of the letter was typed - as is frequent +with beginners in typing. The text, though, was marvellously accurate for a tyro's +work; and I concluded that Akeley must have used a machine at some previous +period - perhaps in college. To say that the letter relieved me would be only fair, +yet beneath my relief lay a substratum of uneasiness. If Akeley had been sane in +his terror, was he now sane in his deliverance? And the sort of "improved +rapport" mentioned . . . what was it? The entire thing implied such a diametrical +reversal of Akeley's previous attitude! But here is the substance of the text, +carefully transcribed from a memory in which I take some pride. + +Townshend, Vermont, + +Thursday, Sept. 6, 1928. + +My dear Wilmarth: - + +It gives me great pleasure to be able to set you at rest regarding all the silly +things I've been writing you. I say "silly," although by that I mean my frightened +attitude rather than my descriptions of certain phenomena. Those phenomena +are real and important enough; my mistake had been in establishing an +anomalous attitude toward them. + +I think I mentioned that my strange visitors were beginning to communicate +with me, and to attempt such communication. Last night this exchange of speech +became actual. In response to certain signals I admitted to the house a messenger + + + + +from those outside - a fellow-human, let me hasten to say. He told me much that +neither you nor I had even begun to guess, and showed clearly how totally we +had misjudged and misinterpreted the purpose of the Outer Ones in maintaining +their secret colony on this planet. + +It seems that the evil legends about what they have offered to men, and what +they wish in connection with the earth, are wholly the result of an ignorant +misconception of allegorical speech - speech, of course, moulded by cultural +backgrounds and thought-habits vastly different from anything we dream of. My +own conjectures, I freely own, shot as widely past the mark as any of the guesses +of illiterate farmers and savage Indians. What I had thought morbid and +shameful and ignominious is in reality awesome and mind- expanding and even +glorious - my previous estimate being merely a phase of man's eternal tendency +to hate and fear and shrink from the utterly different. + +Now I regret the harm I have inflicted upon these alien and incredible beings in +the course of our nightly skirmishes. If only I had consented to talk peacefully +and reasonably with them in the first place! But they bear me no grudge, their +emotions being organised very differently from ours. It is their misfortune to +have had as their human agents in Vermont some very inferior specimens - the +late Walter Brown, for example. He prejudiced me vastly against them. Actually, +they have never knowingly harmed men, but have often been cruelly wronged +and spied upon by our species. There is a whole secret cult of evil men (a man of +your mystical erudition will understand me when I link them with Hastur and +the Yellow Sign) devoted to the purpose of tracking them down and injuring +them on behalf of monstrous powers from other dimensions. It is against these +aggressors - not against normal humanity - that the drastic precautions of the +Outer Ones are directed. Incidentally, I learned that many of our lost letters were +stolen not by the Outer Ones but by the emissaries of this malign cult. + +All that the Outer Ones wish of man is peace and non-molestation and an +increasing intellectual rapport. This latter is absolutely necessary now that our +inventions and devices are expanding our knowledge and motions, and making +it more and more impossible for the Outer Ones' necessary outposts to exist +secretly on this planet. The alien beings desire to know mankind more fully, and +to have a few of mankind's philosophic and scientific leaders know more about +them. With such an exchange of knowledge all perils will pass, and a satisfactory +modus Vivendi be established. The very idea of any attempt to enslave or +degrade mankind is ridiculous. + +As a beginning of this improved rapport, the Outer Ones have naturally chosen +me - whose knowledge of them is already so considerable - as their primary +interpreter on earth. Much was told me last night - facts of the most stupendous + + + + +and vista-opening nature - and more will be subsequently communicated to me +both orally and in writing. I shall not be called upon to make any trip outside just +yet, though I shall probably wish to do so later on - employing special means and +transcending everything which we have hitherto been accustomed to regard as +human experience. My house will be besieged no longer. Everything has +reverted to normal, and the dogs will have no further occupation. In place of +terror I have been given a rich boon of knowledge and intellectual adventure +which few other mortals have ever shared. + +The Outer Beings are perhaps the most marvellous organic things in or beyond +all space and time-members of a cosmos-wide race of which all other life-forms +are merely degenerate variants. They are more vegetable than animal, if these +terms can be applied to the sort of matter composing them, and have a somewhat +fungoid structure; though the presence of a chlorophyll-like substance and a very +singular nutritive system differentiate them altogether from true cormophytic +fungi. Indeed, the type is composed of a form of matter totally alien to our part of +space - with electrons having a wholly different vibration-rate. That is why the +beings cannot be photographed on the ordinary camera films and plates of our +known universe, even though our eyes can see them. With proper knowledge, +however, any good chemist could make a photographic emulsion which would +record their images. + +The genus is unique in its ability to traverse the heatless and airless interstellar +void in full corporeal form, and some of its variants cannot do this without +mechanical aid or curious surgical transpositions. Only a few species have the +ether-resisting wings characteristic of the Vermont variety. Those inhabiting +certain remote peaks in the Old World were brought in other ways. Their +external resemblance to animal life, and to the sort of structure we understand as +material, is a matter of parallel evolution rather than of close kinship. Their +brain-capacity exceeds that of any other surviving life-form, although the winged +types of our hill country are by no means the most highly developed. Telepathy +is their usual means of discourse, though we have rudimentary vocal organs +which, after a slight operation (for surgery is an incredibly expert and everyday +thing among them), can roughly duplicate the speech of such types of organism +as still use speech. + +Their main immediate abode is a still undiscovered and almost lightless planet at +the very edge of our solar system - beyond Neptune, and the ninth in distance +from the sun. It is, as we have inferred, the object mystically hinted at as +"Yuggoth" in certain ancient and forbidden writings; and it will soon be the +scene of a strange focussing of thought upon our world in an effort to facilitate +mental rapport. I would not be surprised if astronomers become sufficiently +sensitive to these thought-currents to discover Yuggoth when the Outer Ones + + + + +wish them to do so. But Yuggoth, of course, is only the stepping-stone. The main +body of the beings inhabits strangely organized abysses wholly beyond the +utmost reach of any human imagination. The space-time globule which we +recognize as the totality of all cosmic entity is only an atom in the genuine +infinity which is theirs. And as much of this infinity as any human brain can hold +is eventually to be opened up to me, as it has been to not more than fifty other +men since the human race has existed. + +You will probably call this raving at first, Wilmarth, but in time you will +appreciate the titanic opportunity I have stumbled upon. I want you to share as +much of it as is possible, and to that end must tell you thousands of things that +won't go on paper. In the past I have warned you not to come to see me. Now +that all is safe, I take pleasure in rescinding that warning and inviting you. + +Can't you make a trip up here before your college term opens? It would be +marvelously delightful if you could. Bring along the phonograph record and all +my letters to you as consultative data - we shall need them in piecing together +the whole tremendous story. You might bring the Kodak prints, too, since I seem +to have mislaid the negatives and my own prints in all this recent excitement. But +what a wealth of facts I have to add to all this groping and tentative material - +and what a stupendous device I have to supplement my additions! + +Don't hesitate - I am free from espionage now, and you will not meet anything +unnatural or disturbing. Just come along and let my car meet you at the +Brattleboro station - prepare to stay as long as you can, and expect many an +evening of discussion of things beyond all human conjecture. Don't tell anyone +about it, of course - for this matter must not get to the promiscuous public. + +The train service to Brattleboro is not bad - you can get a timetable in Boston. +Take the B. & M. to Greenfield, and then change for the brief remainder of the +way. I suggest your taking the convenient 4:10 P.M. - standard-from Boston. This +gets into Greenfield at 7:35, and at 9:19 a train leaves there which reaches +Brattleboro at 10:01. That is weekdays. Let me know the date and I'll have my car +on hand at the station. + +Pardon this typed letter, but my handwriting has grown shaky of late, as you +know, and I don't feel equal to long stretches of script. I got this new Corona in +Brattleboro yesterday - it seems to work very well. + +Awaiting word, and hoping to see you shortly with the phonograph record and +all my letters - and the Kodak prints - + + + + +I am + +Yours in anticipation, + +Henry W. Akeley + +TO ALBERT N. WILMARTH, ESQ., + +MISKATONIC UNIVERSITY, + +ARKHAM, MASS. + +The complexity of my emotions upon reading, re-reading, and pondering over +this strange and unlooked- for letter is past adequate description. I have said that +I was at once relieved and made uneasy, but this expresses only crudely the +overtones of diverse and largely subconscious feelings which comprised both the +relief and the uneasiness. To begin with, the thing was so antipodally at variance +with the whole chain of horrors preceding it - the change of mood from stark +terror to cool complacency and even exultation was so unheralded, lightning- +like, and complete! I could scarcely believe that a single day could so alter the +psychological perspective of one who had written that final frenzied bulletin of +Wednesday, no matter what relieving disclosures that day might have brought. +At certain moments a sense of conflicting unrealities made me wonder whether +this whole distantly reported drama of fantastic forces were not a kind of half- +illusory dream created largely within my own mind. Then I thought of the +phonograph record and gave way to still greater bewilderment. + +The letter seemed so unlike anything which could have been expected! As I +analysed my impression, I saw that it consisted of two distinct phases. First, +granting that Akeley had been sane before and was still sane, the indicated +change in the situation itself was so swift and unthinkable. And secondly, the +change in Akeley's own manner, attitude, and language was so vastly beyond +the normal or the predictable. The man's whole personality seemed to have +undergone an insidious mutation - a mutation so deep that one could scarcely +reconcile his two aspects with the supposition that both represented equal sanity. +Word- choice, spelling - all were subtly different. And with my academic +sensitiveness to prose style, I could trace profound divergences in his commonest +reactions and rhythm-responses. Certainly, the emotional cataclysm or revelation +which could produce so radical an overturn must be an extreme one indeed! Yet +in another way the letter seemed quite characteristic of Akeley. The same old +passion for infinity - the same old scholarly inquisitiveness. I could not a moment +- or more than a moment - credit the idea of spuriousness or malign substitution. +Did not the invitation - the willingness to have me test the truth of the letter in +person - prove its genuineness? + +I did not retire Saturday night, but sat up thinking of the shadows and marvels +behind the letter I had received. My mind, aching from the quick succession of + + + + +monstrous conceptions it had been forced to confront during the last four +months, worked upon this starthng new material in a cycle of doubt and +acceptance which repeated most of the steps experienced in facing the earlier +wonders; till long before dawn a burning interest and curiosity had begun to +replace the original storm of perplexity and uneasiness. Mad or sane, +metamorphosed or merely relieved, the chances were that Akeley had actually +encountered some stupendous change of perspective in his hazardous research; +some change at once diminishing his danger - real or fancied - and opening dizzy +new vistas of cosmic and superhuman knowledge. My own zeal for the +unknown flared up to meet his, and I felt myself touched by the contagion of the +morbid barrier-breaking. To shake off the maddening and wearying limitations +of time and space and natural law - to be linked with the vast outside - to come +close to the nighted and abysmal secrets of the infinite and the ultimate - surely +such a thing was worth the risk of one's life, soul, and sanity! And Akeley had +said there was no longer any peril - he had invited me to visit him instead of +warning me away as before. I tingled at the thought of what he might now have +to tell me - there was an almost paralysing fascination in the thought of sitting in +that lonely and lately-beleaguered farmhouse with a man who had talked with +actual emissaries from outer space; sitting there with the terrible record and the +pile of letters in which Akeley had summarised his earlier conclusions. + +So late Sunday morning I telegraphed Akeley that I would meet him in +Brattleboro on the following Wednesday - September 12th - if that date were +convenient for him. In only one respect did I depart from his suggestions, and +that concerned the choice of a train. Frankly, I did not feel like arriving in that +haunted Vermont region late at night; so instead of accepting the train he chose I +telephoned the station and devised another arrangement. By rising early and +taking the 8:07 A.M. (standard) into Boston, I could catch the 9:25 for Greenfield; +arriving there at 12:22 noon. This connected exactly with a train reaching +Brattleboro at 1:08 p.m. - a much more comfortable hour than 10:01 for meeting +Akeley and riding with him into the close-packed, secret-guarding hills. + +I mentioned this choice in my telegram, and was glad to learn in the reply which +came toward evening that it had met with my prospective host's endorsement. +His wire ran thus: + +ARRANGEMENT SATISFACTORY WILL MEET ONE EIGHT TRAIN +WEDNESDAY DONT FORGET RECORD AND LETTERS AND PRINTS KEEP +DESTINATION QUIET EXPECT GREAT REVELATIONS + +AKELEY + + + + +Receipt of this message in direct response to one sent to Akeley - and necessarily +delivered to his house from the Townshend station either by official messenger +or by a restored telephone service - removed any lingering subconscious doubts I +may have had about the authorship of the perplexing letter. My relief was +marked - indeed, it was greater than I could account for at the time; since all such +doubts had been rather deeply buried. But I slept soundly and long that night, +and was eagerly busy with preparations during the ensuing two days. + + +On Wednesday I started as agreed,, taking with me a valise full of simple +necessities and scientific data, including the hideous phonograph record, the +Kodak prints, and the entire file of Akeley's correspondence. As requested, I had +told no one where I was going; for I could see that the matter demanded utmost +privacy, even allowing for its most favourable turns. The thought of actual +mental contact with alien, outside entities was stupefying enough to my trained +and somewhat prepared mind; and this being so, what might one think of its +effect on the vast masses of uninformed laymen? I do not know whether dread or +adventurous expectancy was uppermost in me as I changed trains at Boston and +began the long westward run out of familiar regions into those I knew less +thoroughly. Waltham - Concord - Ayer - Fitchburg - Gardner - Athol - + +My train reached Greenfield seven minutes late, but the northbound connecting +express had been held. Transferring in haste, I felt a curious breathlessness as the +cars rumbled on through the early afternoon sunlight into territories I had +always read of but had never before visited. I knew I was entering an altogether +older-fashioned and more primitive New England than the mechanised, +urbanised coastal and southern areas where all my life had been spent; an +unspoiled, ancestral New England without the foreigners and factory-smoke, +bill-boards and concrete roads, of the sections which modernity has touched. +There would be odd survivals of that continuous native life whose deep roots +make it the one authentic outgrowth of the landscape - the continuous native life +which keeps alive strange ancient memories, and fertilises the soil for shadowy, +marvellous, and seldom-mentioned beliefs. + +Now and then I saw the blue Connecticut River gleaming in the sun, and after +leaving Northfield we crossed it. Ahead loomed green and cryptical hills, and +when the conductor came around I learned that I was at last in Vermont. He told +me to set my watch back an hour, since the northern hill country will have no +dealings with new-fangled daylight time schemes. As I did so it seemed to me +that I was likewise turning the calendar back a century. + + + + +The train kept close to the river, and across in New Hampshire I could see the +approaching slope of steep Wantastiquet, about which singular old legends +cluster. Then streets appeared on my left, and a green island showed in the +stream on my right. People rose and filed to the door, and I followed them. The +car stopped, and I alighted beneath the long train-shed of the Brattleboro station. + +Looking over the line of waiting motors I hesitated a moment to see which one +might turn out to be the Akeley Ford, but my identity was divined before I could +take the initiative. And yet it was clearly not Akeley himself who advanced to +meet me with an outstretched hand and a mellowly phrased query as to whether +I was indeed Mr. Albert N. Wilmarth of Arkham. This man bore no resemblance +to the bearded, grizzled Akeley of the snapshot; but was a younger and more +urbane person, fashionably dressed, and wearing only a small, dark moustache. +His cultivated voice held an odd and almost disturbing hint of vague familiarity, +though I could not definitely place it in my memory. + +As I surveyed him I heard him explaining that he was a friend of my prospective +host's who had come down from Townshend in his stead. Akeley, he declared, +had suffered a sudden attack of some asthmatic trouble, and did not feel equal to +making a trip in the outdoor air. It was not serious, however, and there was to be +no change in plans regarding my visit. I could not make out just how much this +Mr. Noyes - as he announced himself - knew of Akeley's researches and +discoveries, though it seemed to me that his casual manner stamped him as a +comparative outsider. Remembering what a hermit Akeley had been, I was a +trifle surprised at the ready availability of such a friend; but did not let my +puzzlement deter me from entering the motor to which he gestured me. It was +not the small ancient car I had expected from Akeley's descriptions, but a large +and immaculate specimen of recent pattern - apparently Noyes's own, and +bearing Massachusetts license plates with the amusing "sacred codfish" device of +that year. My guide, I concluded, must be a summer transient in the Townshend +region. + +Noyes climbed into the car beside me and started it at once. I was glad that he +did not overflow with conversation, for some peculiar atmospheric tensity made +me feel disinclined to talk. The town seemed very attractive in the afternoon +sunlight as we swept up an incline and turned to the right into the main street. It +drowsed like the older New England cities which one remembers from boyhood, +and something in the collocation of roofs and steeples and chimneys and brick +walls formed contours touching deep viol- strings of ancestral emotion. I could +tell that I was at the gateway of a region half-bewitched through the piling-up of +unbroken time-accumulations; a region where old, strange things have had a +chance to grow and linger because they have never been stirred up. + + + + +As we passed out of Brattleboro my sense of constraint and foreboding +increased, for a vague quality in the hill-crowded countryside with its towering, +threatening, close-pressing green and granite slopes hinted at obscure secrets and +immemorial survivals which might or might not be hostile to mankind. For a +time our course followed a broad, shallow river which flowed down from +unknown hills in the north, and I shivered when my companion told me it was +the West River. It was in this stream, I recalled from newspaper items, that one of +the morbid crablike beings had been seen floating after the floods. + +Gradually the country around us grew wilder and more deserted. Archaic +covered bridges lingered fearsomely out of the past in pockets of the hills, and +the half-abandoned railway track paralleling the river seemed to exhale a +nebulously visible air of desolation. There were awesome sweeps of vivid valley +where great cliffs rose. New England's virgin granite showing grey and austere +through the verdure that scaled the crests. There were gorges where untamed +streams leaped, bearing down toward the river the unimagined secrets of a +thousand pathless peaks. Branching away now and then were narrow, half- +concealed roads that bored their way through solid, luxuriant masses of forest +among whose primal trees whole armies of elemental spirits might well lurk. As +I saw these I thought of how Akeley had been molested by unseen agencies on +his drives along this very route, and did not wonder that such things could be. + +The quaint, sightly village of Newfane, reached in less than an hour, was our last +link with that world which man can definitely call his own by virtue of conquest +and complete occupancy. After that we cast off all allegiance to immediate, +tangible, and time-touched things, and entered a fantastic world of hushed +unreality in which the narrow, ribbon-like road rose and fell and curved with an +almost sentient and purposeful caprice amidst the tenantless green peaks and +half-deserted valleys. Except for the sound of the motor, and the faint stir of the +few lonely farms we passed at infrequent intervals, the only thing that reached +my ears was the gurgling, insidious trickle of strange waters from numberless +hidden fountains in the shadowy woods. + +The nearness and intimacy of the dwarfed, domed hills now became veritably +breath-taking. Their steepness and abruptness were even greater than I had +imagined from hearsay, and suggested nothing in common with the prosaic +objective world we know. The dense, unvisited woods on those inaccessible +slopes seemed to harbour alien and incredible things, and I felt that the very +outline of the hills themselves held some strange and aeon-forgotten meaning, as +if they were vast hieroglyphs left by a rumoured titan race whose glories live +only in rare, deep dreams. All the legends of the past, and all the stupefying +imputations of Henry Akeley's letters and exhibits, welled up in my memory to +heighten the atmosphere of tension and growing menace. The purpose of my + + + + +visit, and the frightful abnormahties it postulated struck at me all at once with a +chill sensation that nearly over-balanced my ardour for strange delvings. + +My guide must have noticed my disturbed attitude; for as the road grew wilder +and more irregular, and our motion slower and more jolting, his occasional +pleasant comments expanded into a steadier flow of discourse. He spoke of the +beauty and weirdness of the country, and revealed some acquaintance with the +folklore studies of my prospective host. From his polite questions it was obvious +that he knew I had come for a scientific purpose, and that I was bringing data of +some importance; but he gave no sign of appreciating the depth and awfulness of +the knowledge which Akeley had finally reached. + +His manner was so cheerful, normal, and urbane that his remarks ought to have +calmed and reassured me; but oddly enough. I felt only the more disturbed as we +bumped and veered onward into the unknown wilderness of hills and woods. At +times it seemed as if he were pumping me to see what I knew of the monstrous +secrets of the place, and with every fresh utterance that vague, teasing, baffling +familiarity in his voice increased. It was not an ordinary or healthy familiarity +despite the thoroughly wholesome and cultivated nature of the voice. I somehow +linked it with forgotten nightmares, and felt that I might go mad if I recognised +it. If any good excuse had existed, I think I would have turned back from my +visit. As it was, I could not well do so - and it occurred to me that a cool, +scientific conversation with Akeley himself after my arrival would help greatly +to pull me together. + +Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic +landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost +itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves +of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries - the hoary groves, +the untainted pastures edged with gay autumnal blossoms, and at vast intervals +the small brown farmsteads nestling amidst huge trees beneath vertical +precipices of fragrant brier and meadow-grass. Even the sunlight assumed a +supernal glamour, as if some special atmosphere or exhalation mantled the +whole region. I had seen nothing like it before save in the magic vistas that +sometimes form the backgrounds of Italian primitives. Sodoma and Leonardo +conceived such expanses, but only in the distance, and through the vaultings of +Renaissance arcades. We were now burrowing bodily through the midst of the +picture, and I seemed to find in its necromancy a thing I had innately known or +inherited and for which I had always been vainly searching. + +Suddenly, after rounding an obtuse angle at the top of a sharp ascent, the car +came to a standstill. On my left, across a well-kept lawn which stretched to the +road and flaunted a border of whitewashed stones, rose a white, two-and-a-half- + + + + +story house of unusual size and elegance for the region, with a congenes of +contiguous or arcade-linked barns, sheds, and windmill behind and to the right. I +recognised it at once from the snapshot I had received, and was not surprised to +see the name of Henry Akeley on the galvanised-iron mailbox near the road. For +some distance back of the house a level stretch of marshy and sparsely-wooded +land extended, beyond which soared a steep, thickly-forested hillside ending in a +jagged leafy crest. This latter, I knew, was the summit of Dark Mountain, half +way up which we must have climbed already. + +Alighting from the car and taking my valise, Noyes asked me to wait while he +went in and notified Akeley of my advent. He himself, he added, had important +business elsewhere, and could not stop for more than a moment. As he briskly +walked up the path to the house I climbed out of the car myself, wishing to +stretch my legs a little before settling down to a sedentary conversation. My +feeling of nervousness and tension had risen to a maximum again now that I was +on the actual scene of the morbid beleaguering described so hauntingly in +Akeley's letters, and I honestly dreaded the coming discussions which were to +link me with such alien and forbidden worlds. + +Close contact with the utterly bizarre is often more terrifying than inspiring, and +it did not cheer me to think that this very bit of dusty road was the place where +those monstrous tracks and that foetid green ichor had been found after +moonless nights of fear and death. Idly I noticed that none of Akeley's dogs +seemed to be about. Had he sold them all as soon as the Outer Ones made peace +with him? Try as I might, I could not have the same confidence in the depth and +sincerity of that peace which appeared in Akeley's final and queerly different +letter. After all, he was a man of much simplicity and with little worldly +experience. Was there not, perhaps, some deep and sinister undercurrent +beneath the surface of the new alliance? + +Led by my thoughts, my eyes turned downward to the powdery road surface +which had held such hideous testimonies. The last few days had been dry, and +tracks of all sorts cluttered the rutted, irregular highway despite the +unfrequented nature of the district. With a vague curiosity I began to trace the +outline of some of the heterogeneous impressions, trying meanwhile to curb the +flights of macabre fancy which the place and its memories suggested. There was +something menacing and uncomfortable in the funereal stillness, in the muffled, +subtle trickle of distant brooks, and in the crowding green peaks and black- +wooded precipices that choked the narrow horizon. + +And then an image shot into my consciousness which made those vague +menaces and flights of fancy seem mild and insignificant indeed. I have said that +I was scanning the miscellaneous prints in the road with a kind of idle curiosity - + + + + +but all at once that curiosity was shockingly snuffed out by a sudden and +paralysing gust of active terror. For though the dust tracks were in general +confused and overlapping, and unlikely to arrest any casual gaze, my restless +vision had caught certain details near the spot where the path to the house joined +the highway; and had recognised beyond doubt or hope the frightful significance +of those details. It was not for nothing, alas, that I had pored for hours over the +Kodak views of the Outer Ones' claw-prints which Akeley had sent. Too well did +I know the marks of those loathsome nippers, and that hint of ambiguous +direction which stamped the horrors as no creatures of this planet. No chance +had been left me for merciful mistake. Here, indeed, in objective form before my +own eyes, and surely made not many hours ago, were at least three marks which +stood out blasphemously among the surprising plethora of blurred footprints +leading to and from the Akeley farmhouse. They were the hellish tracks of the +living fungi from Yuggoth. + +I pulled myself together in time to stifle a scream. After all, what more was there +than I might have expected, assuming that I had really believed Akeley's letters? +He had spoken of making peace with the things. Why, then, was it strange that +some of them had visited his house? But the terror was stronger than the +reassurance. Could any man be expected to look unmoved for the first time upon +the claw-marks of animate beings from outer depths of space? Just then I saw +Noyes emerge from the door and approach with a brisk step. I must, I reflected, +keep command of myself, for the chances were that this genial friend knew +nothing of Akeley's profoundest and most stupendous probings into the +forbidden. + +Akeley, Noyes hastened to inform me, was glad and ready to see me; although +his sudden attack of asthma would prevent him from being a very competent +host for a day or two. These spells hit him hard when they came, and were +always accompanied by a debilitating fever and general weakness. He never was +good for much while they lasted - had to talk in a whisper, and was very clumsy +and feeble in getting about. His feet and ankles swelled, too, so that he had to +bandage them like a gouty old beef-eater. Today he was in rather bad shape, so +that I would have to attend very largely to my own needs; but he was none the +less eager for conversation. I would find him in the study at the left of the front +hall - the room where the blinds were shut. He had to keep the sunlight out +when he was ill, for his eyes were very sensitive. + +As Noyes bade me adieu and rode off northward in his car I began to walk +slowly toward the house. The door had been left ajar for me; but before +approaching and entering I cast a searching glance around the whole place, +trying to decide what had struck me as so intangibly queer about it. The barns +and sheds looked trimly prosaic enough, and I noticed Akeley's battered Ford in + + + + +its capacious, unguarded shelter. Then the secret of the queerness reached me. It +was the total silence. Ordinarily a farm is at least moderately murmurous from +its various kinds of livestock, but here all signs of life were missing. What of the +hens and the dogs? The cows, of which Akeley had said he possessed several, +might conceivably be out to pasture, and the dogs might possibly have been sold; +but the absence of any trace of cackling or grunting was truly singular. + +I did not pause long on the path, but resolutely entered the open house door and +closed it behind me. It had cost me a distinct psychological effort to do so, and +now that I was shut inside I had a momentary longing for precipitate retreat. Not +that the place was in the least sinister in visual suggestion; on the contrary, I +thought the graceful late-colonial hallway very tasteful and wholesome, and +admired the evident breeding of the man who had furnished it. What made me +wish to flee was something very attenuated and indefinable. Perhaps it was a +certain odd odour which I thought I noticed - though I well knew how common +musty odours are in even the best of ancient farmhouses. + + +Refusing to let these cloudy qualms overmaster me, I recalled Noyes's +instructions and pushed open the six-panelled, brass-latched white door on my +left. The room beyond was darkened as I had known before; and as I entered it I +noticed that the queer odour was stronger there. There likewise appeared to be +some faint, half-imaginary rhythm or vibration in the air. For a moment the +closed blinds allowed me to see very little, but then a kind of apologetic hacking +or whispering sound drew my attention to a great easy- chair in the farther, +darker corner of the room. Within its shadowy depths I saw the white blur of a +man's face and hands; and in a moment I had crossed to greet the figure who had +tried to speak. Dim though the light was, I perceived that this was indeed my +host. I had studied the Kodak picture repeatedly, and there could be no mistake +about this firm, weather-beaten face with the cropped, grizzled beard. + +But as I looked again my recognition was mixed with sadness and anxiety; for +certainly, his face was that of a very sick man. I felt that there must be something +more than asthma behind that strained, rigid, immobile expression and +unwinking glassy stare; and realised how terribly the strain of his frightful +experiences must have told on him. Was it not enough to break any human being +- even a younger man than this intrepid delver into the forbidden? The strange +and sudden relief, I feared, had come too late to save him from something like a +general breakdown. There was a touch of the pitiful in the limp, lifeless way his +lean hands rested in his lap. He had on a loose dressing-gown, and was swathed +around the head and high around the neck with a vivid yellow scarf or hood. + + + + +And then I saw that he was trying to talk in the same hacking whisper with +which he had greeted me. It was a hard whisper to catch at first, since the grey +moustache concealed all movements of the lips, and something in its timbre +disturbed me greatly; but by concentrating my attention I could soon make out +its purport surprisingly well. The accent was by no means a rustic one, and the +language was even more polished than correspondence had led me to expect. + +"Mr. Wilmarth, I presume? You must pardon my not rising. I am quite ill, as Mr. +Noyes must have told you; but I could not resist having you come just the same. +You know what I wrote in my last letter - there is so much to tell you tomorrow +when I shall feel better. I can't say how glad I am to see you in person after all +our many letters. You have the file with you, of course? And the Kodak prints +and records? Noyes put your valise in the hall - I suppose you saw it. For tonight +I fear you'll have to wait on yourself to a great extent. Your room is upstairs - the +one over this - and you'll see the bathroom door open at the head of the staircase. +There's a meal spread for you in the dining-room - right through this door at +your right - which you can take whenever you feel like it. I'll be a better host +tomorrow - but just now weakness leaves me helpless. + +"Make yourself at home - you might take out the letters and pictures and records +and put them on the table here before you go upstairs with your bag. It is here +that we shall discuss them - you can see my phonograph on that corner stand. + +"No, thanks - there's nothing you can do for me. I know these spells of old. Just +come back for a little quiet visiting before night, and then go to bed when you +please. I'll rest right here - perhaps sleep here all night as I often do. In the +morning I'll be far better able to go into the things we must go into. You realise, +of course, the utterly stupendous nature of the matter before us. To us, as to only +a few men on this earth, there will be opened up gulfs of time and space and +knowledge beyond anything within the conception of human science or +philosophy. + +"Do you know that Einstein is wrong, and that certain objects and forces can +move with a velocity greater than that of light? With proper aid I expect to go +backward and forward in time, and actually see and feel the earth of remote past +and future epochs. You can't imagine the degree to which those beings have +carried science. There is nothing they can't do with the mind and body of living +organisms. I expect to visit other planets, and even other stars and galaxies. The +first trip will be to Yuggoth, the nearest world fully peopled by the beings. It is a +strange dark orb at the very rim of our solar system - unknown to earthly +astronomers as yet. But I must have written you about this. At the proper time, +you know, the beings there will direct thought-currents toward us and cause it to +be discovered - or perhaps let one of their human allies give the scientists a hint. + + + + +"There are mighty cities on Yuggoth - great tiers of terraced towers built of black +stone like the specimen I tried to send you. That came from Yuggoth. The sun +shines there no brighter than a star, but the beings need no light. They have other +subtler senses, and put no windows in their great houses and temples. Light +even hurts and hampers and confuses them, for it does not exist at all in the black +cosmos outside time and space where they came from originally. To visit +Yuggoth would drive any weak man mad - yet I am going there. The black rivers +of pitch that flow under those mysterious Cyclopean bridges - things built by +some elder race extinct and forgotten before the beings came to Yuggoth from +the ultimate voids - ought to be enough to make any man a Dante or Poe if he +can keep sane long enough to tell what he has seen. + +"But remember - that dark world of fungoid gardens and windowless cities isn't +really terrible. It is only to us that it would seem so. Probably this world seemed +just as terrible to the beings when they first explored it in the primal age. You +know they were here long before the fabulous epoch of Cthulhu was over, and +remember all about sunken R'lyeh when it was above the waters. They've been +inside the earth, too - there are openings which human beings know nothing of - +some of them in these very Vermont hills - and great worlds of unknown life +down there; blue-litten K'n-yan, red-litten Yoth, and black, lightless N'kai. It's +from N'kai that frightful Tsathoggua came - you know, the amorphous, toad-like +god-creature mentioned in the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Necronomicon and +the Commoriom myth-cycle preserved by the Atlantean high-priest Klarkash- +Ton. + +"But we will talk of all this later on. It must be four or five o'clock by this time. +Better bring the stuff from your bag, take a bite, and then come back for a +comfortable chat." + +Very slowly I turned and began to obey my host; fetching my valise, extracting +and depositing the desired articles, and finally ascending to the room designated +as mine. With the memory of that roadside claw- print fresh in my mind, +Akeley's whispered paragraphs had affected me queerly; and the hints of +familiarity with this unknown world of fungous life - forbidden Yuggoth - made +my flesh creep more than I cared to own. I was tremendously sorry about +Akeley's illness, but had to confess that his hoarse whisper had a hateful as well +as pitiful quality. If only he wouldn't gloat so about Yuggoth and its black +secrets! + +My room proved a very pleasant and well-furnished one, devoid alike of the +musty odour and disturbing sense of vibration; and after leaving my valise there +I descended again to greet Akeley and take the lunch he had set out for me. The +dining-room was just beyond the study, and I saw that a kitchen ell extended + + + + +still farther in the same direction. On the dining-table an ample array of +sandwiches, cake, and cheese awaited me, and a Thermos-bottle beside a cup +and saucer testified that hot coffee had not been forgotten. After a well-relished +meal I poured myself a liberal cup of coffee, but found that the culinary standard +had suffered a lapse in this one detail. My first spoonful revealed a faintly +unpleasant acrid taste, so that I did not take more. Throughout the lunch I +thought of Akeley sitting silently in the great chair in the darkened next room. + +Once I went in to beg him to share the repast, but he whispered that he could eat +nothing as yet. Later on, just before he slept, he would take some malted milk - +all he ought to have that day. + +After lunch I insisted on clearing the dishes away and washing them in the +kitchen sink - incidentally emptying the coffee which I had not been able to +appreciate. Then returning to the darkened study I drew up a chair near my +host's corner and prepared for such conversation as he might feel inclined to +conduct. The letters, pictures, and record were still on the large centre-table, but +for the nonce we did not have to draw upon them. Before long I forgot even the +bizarre odour and curious suggestions of vibration. + +I have said that there were things in some of Akeley's letters - especially the +second and most voluminous one - which I would not dare to quote or even form +into words on paper. This hesitancy applies with still greater force to the things I +heard whispered that evening in the darkened room among the lonely hills. Of +the extent of the cosmic horrors unfolded by that raucous voice I cannot even +hint. He had known hideous things before, but what he had learned since +making his pact with the Outside Things was almost too much for sanity to bear. +Even now I absolutely refused to believe what he implied about the constitution +of ultimate infinity, the juxtaposition of dimensions, and the frightful position of +our known cosmos of space and time in the unending chain of linked cosmos- +atoms which makes up the immediate super- cosmos of curves, angles, and +material and semi-material electronic organisation. + +Never was a sane man more dangerously close to the arcana of basic entity - +never was an organic brain nearer to utter annihilation in the chaos that +transcends form and force and symmetry. I learned whence Cthulhu first came, +and why half the great temporary stars of history had flared forth. I guessed - +from hints which made even my informant pause timidly - the secret behind the +Magellanic Clouds and globular nebulae, and the black truth veiled by the +immemorial allegory of Tao. The nature of the Doels was plainly revealed, and I +was told the essence (though not the source) of the Hounds of Tindalos. The +legend of Yig, Father of Serpents, remained figurative no longer, and I started +with loathing when told of the monstrous nuclear chaos beyond angled space + + + + +which the Necronomicon had mercifully cloaked under the name of Azathoth. It +was shocking to have the foulest nightmares of secret myth cleared up in +concrete terms whose stark, morbid hatefulness exceeded the boldest hints of +ancient and mediaeval mystics. Ineluctably I was led to believe that the first +whisperers of these accursed tales must have had discourse with Akeley's Outer +Ones, and perhaps have visited outer cosmic realms as Akeley now proposed +visiting them. + +I was told of the Black Stone and what it implied, and was glad that it had not +reached me. My guesses about those hieroglyphics had been all too correct! And +yet Akeley now seemed reconciled to the whole fiendish system he had stumbled +upon; reconciled and eager to probe farther into the monstrous abyss. I +wondered what beings he had talked with since his last letter to me, and whether +many of them had been as human as that first emissary he had mentioned. The +tension in my head grew insufferable, and I built up all sorts of wild theories +about that queer, persistent odour and those insidious hints of vibration in the +darkened room. + +Night was falling now, and as I recalled what Akeley had written me about those +earlier nights I shuddered to think there would be no moon. Nor did I like the +way the farmhouse nestled in the lee of that colossal forested slope leading up to +Dark Mountain's unvisited crest. With Akeley's permission I lighted a small oil +lamp, turned it low, and set it on a distant bookcase beside the ghostly bust of +Milton; but afterward I was sorry I had done so, for it made my host's strained, +immobile face and listless hands look damnably abnormal and corpselike. He +seemed half-incapable of motion, though I saw him nod stiffly once in awhile. + +After what he had told, I could scarcely imagine what profounder secrets he was +saving for the morrow; but at last it developed that his trip to Yuggoth and +beyond - and my own possible participation in it - was to be the next day's topic. +He must have been amused by the start of horror I gave at hearing a cosmic +voyage on my part proposed, for his head wabbled violently when I showed my +fear. Subsequently he spoke very gently of how human beings might accomplish +- and several times had accomplished - the seemingly impossible flight across the +interstellar void. It seemed that complete human bodies did not indeed make the +trip, but that the prodigious surgical, biological, chemical, and mechanical skill of +the Outer Ones had found a way to convey human brains without their +concomitant physical structure. + +There was a harmless way to extract a brain, and a way to keep the organic +residue alive during its absence. The bare, compact cerebral matter was then +immersed in an occasionally replenished fluid within an ether-tight cylinder of a +metal mined in Yuggoth, certain electrodes reaching through and connecting at + + + + +will with elaborate instruments capable of duplicating the three vital faculties of +sight, hearing, and speech. For the winged fungus-beings to carry the brain- +cylinders intact through space was an easy matter. Then, on every planet covered +by their civilisation, they would find plenty of adjustable faculty- instruments +capable of being connected with the encased brains; so that after a little fitting +these travelling intelligences could be given a full sensory and articulate life - +albeit a bodiless and mechanical one - at each stage of their journeying through +and beyond the space-time continuum. It was as simple as carrying a +phonograph record about and playing it wherever a phonograph of +corresponding make exists. Of its success there could be no question. Akeley was +not afraid. Had it not been brilliantly accomplished again and again? + +For the first time one of the inert, wasted hands raised itself and pointed stiffly to +a high shelf on the farther side of the room. There, in a neat row, stood more than +a dozen cylinders of a metal I had never seen before - cylinders about a foot high +and somewhat less in diameter, with three curious sockets set in an isosceles +triangle over the front convex surface of each. One of them was linked at two of +the sockets to a pair of singular-looking machines that stood in the background. +Of their purport I did not need to be told, and I shivered as with ague. Then I +saw the hand point to a much nearer corner where some intricate instruments +with attached cords and plugs, several of them much like the two devices on the +shelf behind the cylinders, were huddled together. + +"There are four kinds of instruments here, Wilmarth," whispered the voice. +"Four kinds - three faculties each - makes twelve pieces in all. You see there are +four different sorts of beings represented in those cylinders up there. Three +humans, six fungoid beings who can't navigate space corporeally, two beings +from Neptune (God! if you could see the body this type has on its own planet!), +and the rest entities from the central caverns of an especially interesting dark star +beyond the galaxy. In the principal outpost inside Round Hill you'll now and +then find more cylinders and machines - cylinders of extra-cosmic brains with +different senses from any we know - allies and explorers from the uttermost +Outside - and special machines for giving them impressions and expression in +the several ways suited at once to them and to the comprehensions of different +types of listeners. Round Hill, like most of the beings' main outposts all through +the various universes, is a very cosmopolitan place. Of course, only the more +common types have been lent to me for experiment. + +"Here - take the three machines I point to and set them on the table. That tall one +with the two glass lenses in front - then the box with the vacuum tubes and +sounding-board - and now the one with the metal disc on top. Now for the +cylinder with the label 'B-67' pasted on it. Just stand in that Windsor chair to +reach the shelf. Heavy? Never mind! Be sure of the number - B-67. Don't bother + + + + +that fresh, shiny cyHnder joined to the two testing instruments - the one with my +name on it. Set B-67 on the table near where you've put the machines - and see +that the dial switch on all three machines is jammed over to the extreme left. + +"Now connect the cord of the lens machine with the upper socket on the cylinder + +- there! Join the tube machine to the lower left-hand socket, and the disc +apparatus to the outer socket. Now move all the dial switches on the machine +over to the extreme right - first the lens one, then the disc one, and then the tube +one. That's right. I might as well tell you that this is a human being - just like any +of us. I'll give you a taste of some of the others tomorrow." + +To this day I do not know why I obeyed those whispers so slavishly, or whether I +thought Akeley was mad or sane. After what had gone before, I ought to have +been prepared for anything; but this mechanical mummery seemed so like the +typical vagaries of crazed inventors and scientists that it struck a chord of doubt +which even the preceding discourse had not excited. What the whisperer implied +was beyond all human belief - yet were not the other things still farther beyond, +and less preposterous only because of their remoteness from tangible concrete +proof? + +As my mind reeled amidst this chaos, I became conscious of a mixed grating and +whirring from all three of the machines lately linked to the cylinder - a grating +and whirring which soon subsided into a virtual noiselessness. What was about +to happen? Was I to hear a voice? And if so, what proof would I have that it was +not some cleverly concocted radio device talked into by a concealed but closely +watched speaker? + +Even now I am unwilling to swear just what I heard, or just what phenomenon +really took place before me. But something certainly seemed to take place. + +To be brief and plain, the machine with the tubes and sound-box began to speak, +and with a point and intelligence which left no doubt that the speaker was +actually present and observing us. The voice was loud, metallic, lifeless, and +plainly mechanical in every detail of its production. It was incapable of inflection +or expressiveness, but scraped and rattled on with a deadly precision and +deliberation. + +"Mr. Wilmarth," it said, "I hope I do not startle you. I am a human being like +yourself, though my body is now resting safely under proper vitalising treatment +inside Round Hill, about a mile and a half east of here. I myself am here with you + +- my brain is in that cylinder and I see, hear, and speak through these electronic +vibrators. In a week I am going across the void as I have been many times before, +and I expect to have the pleasure of Mr. Akeley's company. I wish I might have + + + + +yours as well; for I know you by sight and reputation, and have kept close track +of your correspondence with our friend. I am, of course, one of the men who +have become allied with the outside beings visiting our planet. I met them first in +the Himalayas, and have helped them in various ways. In return they have given +me experiences such as few men have ever had. + +"Do you realise what it means when I say I have been on thirty-seven different +celestial bodies - planets, dark stars, and less definable objects - including eight +outside our galaxy and two outside the curved cosmos of space and time? All +this has not harmed me in the least. My brain has been removed from my body +by fissions so adroit that it would be crude to call the operation surgery. The +visiting beings have methods which make these extractions easy and almost +normal - and one's body never ages when the brain is out of it. The brain, I may +add, is virtually immortal with its mechanical faculties and a limited +nourishment supplied by occasional changes of the preserving fluid. + +"Altogether, I hope most heartily that you will decide to come with Mr. Akeley +and me. The visitors are eager to know men of knowledge like yourself, and to +show them the great abysses that most of us have had to dream about in fanciful +ignorance. It may seem strange at first to meet them, but I know you will be +above minding that. I think Mr. Noyes will go along, too - the man who +doubtless brought you up here in his car. He has been one of us for years - I +suppose you recognised his voice as one of those on the record Mr. Akeley sent +you." + +At my violent start the speaker paused a moment before concluding. "So Mr. +Wilmarth, I will leave the matter to you; merely adding that a man with your +love of strangeness and folklore ought never to miss such a chance as this. There +is nothing to fear. All transitions are painless; and there is much to enjoy in a +wholly mechanised state of sensation. When the electrodes are disconnected, one +merely drops off into a sleep of especially vivid and fantastic dreams. + +"And now, if you don't mind, we might adjourn our session till tomorrow. Good +night - just turn all the switches back to the left; never mind the exact order, +though you might let the lens machine be last. Good night, Mr. Akeley - treat our +guest well! Ready now with those switches?" + +That was all. I obeyed mechanically and shut off all three switches, though dazed +with doubt of everything that had occurred. My head was still reeling as I heard +Akeley's whispering voice telling me that I might leave all the apparatus on the +table just as it was. He did not essay any comment on what had happened, and +indeed no comment could have conveyed much to my burdened faculties. I +heard him telling me I could take the lamp to use in my room, and deduced that + + + + +he wished to rest alone in the dark. It was surely time he rested, for his discourse +of the afternoon and evening had been such as to exhaust even a vigorous man. +Still dazed, I bade my host good night and went upstairs with the lamp, although +I had an excellent pocket flashlight with me. + +I was glad to be out of that downstairs study with the queer odour and vague +suggestions of vibration, yet could not of course escape a hideous sense of dread +and peril and cosmic abnormality as I thought of the place I was in and the forces +I was meeting. The wild, lonely region, the black, mysteriously forested slope +towering so close behind the house; the footprint in the road, the sick, motionless +whisperer in the dark, the hellish cylinders and machines, and above all the +invitations to strange surgery and stranger voyagings - these things, all so new +and in such sudden succession, rushed in on me with a cumulative force which +sapped my will and almost undermined my physical strength. + +To discover that my guide Noyes was the human celebrant in that monstrous +bygone Sabbat-ritual on the phonograph record was a particular shock, though I +had previously sensed a dim, repellent familiarity in his voice. Another special +shock came from my own attitude toward my host whenever I paused to analyse +it; for much as I had instinctively liked Akeley as revealed in his correspondence, +I now found that he filled me with a distinct repulsion. His illness ought to have +excited my pity; but instead, it gave me a kind of shudder. He was so rigid and +inert and corpselike - and that incessant whispering was so hateful and +unhuman! + +It occurred to me that this whispering was different from anything else of the +kind I had ever heard; that, despite the curious motionlessness of the speaker's +moustache-screened lips, it had a latent strength and carrying-power remarkable +for the wheezing of an asthmatic. I had been able to understand the speaker +when wholly across the room, and once or twice it had seemed to me that the +faint but penetrant sounds represented not so much weakness as deliberate +repression - for what reason I could not guess. From the first I had felt a +disturbing quality in their timbre. Now, when I tried to weigh the matter, I +thought I could trace this impression to a kind of subconscious familiarity like +that which had made Noyes's voice so hazily ominous. But when or where I had +encountered the thing it hinted at, was more than I could tell. + +One thing was certain - I would not spend another night here. My scientific zeal +had vanished amidst fear and loathing, and I felt nothing now but a wish to +escape from this net of morbidity and unnatural revelation. I knew enough now. +It must indeed be true that strange cosmic linkages do exist - but such things are +surely not meant for normal human beings to meddle with. + + + + +Blasphemous influences seemed to surround me and press chokingly upon my +senses. Sleep, I decided, would be out of the question; so I merely extinguished +the lamp and threw myself on the bed fully dressed. No doubt it was absurd, but +I kept ready for some unknown emergency; gripping in my right hand the +revolver I had brought along, and holding the pocket flashlight in my left. Not a +sound came from below, and I could imagine how my host was sitting there with +cadaverous stiffness in the dark. + +Somewhere I heard a clock ticking, and was vaguely grateful for the normality of +the sound. It reminded me, though, of another thing about the region which +disturbed me - the total absence of animal life. There were certainly no farm +beasts about, and now I realised that even the accustomed night-noises of wild +living things were absent. Except for the sinister trickle of distant unseen waters, +that stillness was anomalous - interplanetary - and I wondered what star- +spawned, intangible blight could be hanging over the region. I recalled from old +legends that dogs and other beasts had always hated the Outer Ones, and +thought of what those tracks in the road might mean. + + +Do not ask me how long my unexpected lapse into slumber lasted, or how much +of what ensued was sheer dream. If I tell you that I awakened at a certain time, +and heard and saw certain things, you will merely answer that I did not wake +then; and that everything was a dream until the moment when I rushed out of +the house, stumbled to the shed where I had seen the old Ford, and seized that +ancient vehicle for a mad, aimless race over the haunted hills which at last +landed me - after hours of jolting and winding through forest-threatened +labyrinths - in a village which turned out to be Townshend. + +You will also, of course, discount everything else in my report; and declare that +all the pictures, record- sounds, cylinder-and-machine sounds, and kindred +evidences were bits of pure deception practiced on me by the missing Henry +Akeley. You will even hint that he conspired with other eccentrics to carry out a +silly and elaborate hoax - that he had the express shipment removed at Keene, +and that he had Noyes make that terrifying wax record. It is odd, though, that +Noyes has not ever yet' been identified; that he was unknown at any of the +villages near Akeley's place, though he must have been frequently in the region. +I wish I had stopped to memorize the license-number of his car - or perhaps it is +better after all that I did not. For I, despite all you can say, and despite all I +sometimes try to say to myself, know that loathsome outside influences must be +lurking there in the half-unknown hills - and that, those influences have spies +and emissaries in the world of men. To keep as far as possible from such +influences and such emissaries is all that I ask of life in future. + + + + +When my frantic story sent a sheriff's posse out to the farmhouse, Akeley was +gone without leaving a trace. His loose dressing gown, yellow scarf, and foot- +bandages lay on the study floor near his corner, easy-chair, and it could not be +decided whether any of his other apparel had vanished with him. The dogs and +livestock were indeed missing, and there were some curious bullet-holes both on +the house's exterior and on some of the walls within; but beyond this nothing +unusual could be detected. No cylinders or machines, none of the evidences I +had brought in my valise, no queer odour or vibration-sense, no foot- prints in +the road, and none of the problematical things I glimpsed at the very last. + +I stayed a week in Brattleboro after my escape, making inquiries among people +of every kind who had known Akeley; and the results convince me that the +matter is no figment of dream or delusion.' Akeley's queer purchase of dogs and +ammunition and chemicals, and the cutting of his telephone wires, are matters of +record; while all who knew him - including his son in California - concede that +his occasional remarks on strange studies had a certain consistency. Solid citizens +believe he was mad, and unhesitatingly pronounce all reported evidences mere +hoaxes devised with insane cunning and perhaps abetted by eccentric associates; +but the lowlier country folk sustain his statements in every detail. He had +showed some of these rustics his photographs and black stone, and had played +the hideous record for them; and they all said the footprints and buzzing voice +were like those described in ancestral legends. + +They said, too, that suspicious sights and sounds had been noticed increasingly +around Akeley's house after he found the black stone, and that the place was +now avoided by everybody except the mail man and other casual, tough-minded +people. Dark Mountain and Round Hill were both notoriously haunted spots, +and I could find no one who had ever closely explored either. Occasional +disappearances of natives throughout the district's history were well attested, +and these now included the semi-vagabond Walter Brown, whom Akeley's +letters had mentioned. I even came upon one farmer who thought he had +personally glimpsed one of the queer bodies at flood-time in the swollen West +River, but his tale was too confused to be really valuable. + +When I left Brattleboro I resolved never to go back to Vermont, and I feel quite +certain I shall keep my resolution. Those wild hills are surely the outpost of a +frightful cosmic race - as I doubt all the less since reading that a new ninth planet +has been glimpsed beyond Neptune, just as those influences had said it would be +glimpsed. Astronomers, with a hideous appropriateness they little suspect, have +named this thing "Pluto." I feel, beyond question, that it is nothing less than +nighted Yuggoth - and I shiver when I try to figure out the real reason why its +monstrous denizens wish it to be known in this way at this especial time. I vainly + + + + +try to assure myself that these daemoniac creatures are not gradually leading up +to some new policy hurtful to the earth and its normal inhabitants. + +But I have still to tell of the ending of that terrible night in the farmhouse. As I +have said, I did finally drop into a troubled doze; a doze filled with bits of dream +which involved monstrous landscape-glimpses. Just what awaked me I cannot +yet say, but that I did indeed awake at this given point I feel very certain. My +first confused impression was of stealthily creaking floor-boards in the hall +outside my door, and of a clumsy, muffled fumbling at the latch. This, however, +ceased almost at once; so that my really clear impressions begin with the voices +heard from the study below. There seemed to be several speakers, and I judged +that they were controversially engaged. + +By the time I had listened a few seconds I was broad awake, for the nature of the +voices was such as to make all thought of sleep ridiculous. The tones were +curiously varied, and no one who had listened to that accursed phonograph +record could harbour any doubts about the nature of at least two of them. +Hideous though the idea was, I knew that I was under the same roof with +nameless things from abysmal space; for those two voices were unmistakably the +blasphemous buzzings which the Outside Beings used in their communication +with men. The two were individually different - different in pitch, accent, and +tempo - but they were both of the same damnable general kind. + +A third voice was indubitably that of a mechanical utterance-machine connected +with one of the detached brains in the cylinders. There was as little doubt about +that as about the buzzings; for the loud, metallic, lifeless voice of the previous +evening, with its inflectionless, expressionless scraping and rattling, and its +impersonal precision and deliberation, had been utterly unforgettable. For a time +I did not pause to question whether the intelligence behind the scraping was the +identical one which had formerly talked to me; but shortly afterward I reflected +that any brain would emit vocal sounds of the same quality if linked to the same +mechanical speech-producer; the only possible differences being in language, +rhythm, speed, and pronunciation. To complete the eldritch colloquy there were +two actually human voices - one the crude speech of an unknown and evidently +rustic man, and the other the suave Bostonian tones of my erstwhile guide +Noyes. + +As I tried to catch the words which the stoutly-fashioned floor so bafflingly +intercepted, I was also conscious of a great deal of stirring and scratching and +shuffling in the room below; so that I could not escape the impression that it was +full of living beings - many more than the few whose speech I could single out. +The exact nature of this stirring is extremely hard to describe, for very few good +bases of comparison exist. Objects seemed now and then to move across the + + + + +room like conscious entities; the sound of their footfalls having something about +it like a loose, hard-surfaced clattering - as of the contact of ill-coordinated +surfaces of horn or hard rubber. It was, to use a more concrete but less accurate +comparison, as if people with loose, splintery wooden shoes were shambling and +rattling about on the polished board floor. Of the nature and appearance of those +responsible for the sounds, I did not care to speculate. + +Before long I saw that it would be impossible to distinguish any connected +discourse. Isolated words - including the names of Akeley and myself - now and +then floated up, especially when uttered by the mechanical speech-producer; but +their true significance was lost for want of continuous context. Today I refuse to +form any definite deductions from them, and even their frightful effect on me +was one of suggestion rather than of revelation. A terrible and abnormal +conclave, I felt certain, was assembled below me; but for what shocking +deliberations I could not tell. It was curious how this unquestioned sense of the +malign and the blasphemous pervaded me despite Akeley's assurances of the +Outsider's friendliness. + +With patient listening I began to distinguish clearly between voices, even though +I could not grasp much of what any of the voices said. I seemed to catch certain +typical emotions behind some of the speakers. One of the buzzing voices, for +example, held an unmistakable note of authority; whilst the mechanical voice, +notwithstanding its artificial loudness and regularity, seemed to be in a position +of subordination and pleading. Noyes's tones exuded a kind of conciliatory +atmosphere. The others I could make no attempt to interpret. I did not hear the +familiar whisper of Akeley, but well knew that such a sound could never +penetrate the solid flooring of my room. + +I will try to set down some of the few disjointed words and other sounds I +caught, labelling the speakers of the words as best I know how. It was from the +speech-machine that I first picked up a few recognisable phrases. + +(The Speech-Machine) + +"...brought it on myself... sent back the letters and the record... end on it... +taken in... seeing and hearing... damn you... impersonal force, after all... fresh, +shiny cylinder. . . great God. . ." + +(First Buzzing Voice) + +" . . .time we stopped. . . small and human. . . Akeley. . . brain. . . saying. . ." + +(Second Buzzing Voice) + + + + +"Nyarlathotep... Wilmarth... records and letters... cheap imposture..." + +(Noyes) + +"...(an unpronounceable word or name, possibly N'gah-Kthun) harmless... +peace. . . couple of weeks. . . theatrical. . . told you that before. . ." + +(First Buzzing Voice) + +"...no reason... original plan... effects... Noyes can watch Round Hill... fresh +cylinder... Noyes's car..." + +(Noyes) + +"...well... all yours... down here... rest... place..." + +(Several Voices at Once in Indistinguishable Speech) + +(Many Footsteps, Including the Peculiar Loose Stirring or Clattering) + +(A Curious Sort of Flapping Sound) + +(The Sound of an Automobile Starting and Receding) + +(Silence) + +That is the substance of what my ears brought me as I lay rigid upon that strange +upstairs bed in the haunted farmhouse among the daemoniac hills - lay there +fully dressed, with a revolver clenched in my right hand and a pocket flashlight +gripped in my left. I became, as I have said, broad awake; but a kind of obscure +paralysis nevertheless kept me inert till long after the last echoes of the sounds +had died away. I heard the wooden, deliberate ticking of the ancient Connecticut +clock somewhere far below, and at last made out the irregular snoring of a +sleeper. Akeley must have dozed off after the strange session, and I could well +believe that he needed to do so. + +Just what to think or what to do was more than I could decide After all, what had +I heard beyond things which previous information might have led me to expect? +Had I not known that the nameless Outsiders were now freely admitted to the +farmhouse? No doubt Akeley had been surprised by an unexpected visit from +them. Yet something in that fragmentary discourse had chilled me +immeasurably, raised the most grotesque and horrible doubts, and made me +wish fervently that I might wake up and prove everything a dream. I think my +subconscious mind must have caught something which my consciousness has + + + + +not yet recognised. But what of Akeley? Was he not my friend, and would he not +have protested if any harm were meant me? The peaceful snoring below seemed +to cast ridicule on all my suddenly intensified fears. + +Was it possible that Akeley had been imposed upon and used as a lure to draw +me into the hills with the letters and pictures and phonograph record? Did those +beings mean to engulf us both in a common destruction because we had come to +know too much? Again I thought of the abruptness and unnaturalness of that +change in the situation which must have occurred between Akeley's penultimate +and final letters. Something, my instinct told me, was terribly wrong. All was not +as it seemed. That acrid coffee which I refused - had there not been an attempt by +some hidden, unknown entity to drug it? I must talk to Akeley at once, and +restore his sense of proportion. They had hypnotised him with their promises of +cosmic revelations, but now he must listen to reason. We. must get out of this +before it would be too late. If he lacked the will power to make the break for +liberty. I would supply it. Or if I could not persuade him to go, I could at least go +myself. Surely he would let me take his Ford and leave it in a garage in +Brattleboro. I had noticed it in the shed - the door being left unlocked and open +now that peril was deemed past - and I believed there was a good chance of its +being ready for instant use. That momentary dislike of Akeley which I had felt +during and after the evening's conversation was all gone now. He was in a +position much like my own, and we must stick together. Knowing his indisposed +condition, I hated to wake him at this juncture, but I knew that I must. I could +not stay in this place till morning as matters stood. + +At last I felt able to act, and stretched myself vigorously to regain command of +my muscles. Arising with a caution more impulsive than deliberate, I found and +donned my hat, took my valise, and started downstairs with the flashlight's aid. +In my nervousness I kept the revolver clutched in my right hand, being able to +take care of both valise and flashlight with my left. Why I exerted these +precautions I do not really know, since I was even then on my way to awaken the +only other occupant of the house. + +As I half-tiptoed down the creaking stairs to the lower hall I could hear the +sleeper more plainly, and noticed that he must be in the room on my left - the +living-room I had not entered. On my right was the gaping blackness of the +study in which I had heard the voices. Pushing open the unlatched door of the +living-room I traced a path with the flashlight toward the source of the snoring, +and finally turned the beams on the sleeper's face. But in the next second I hastily +turned them away and commenced a catlike retreat to the hall, my caution this +time springing from reason as well as from instinct. For the sleeper on the couch +was not Akeley at all, but my quondam guide Noyes. + + + + +Just what the real situation was, I could not guess; but common sense told me +that the safest thing was to find out as much as possible before arousing +anybody. Regaining the hall, I silently closed and latched the living-room door +after me; thereby lessening the chances of awakening Noyes. I now cautiously +entered the dark study, where I expected to find Akeley, whether asleep or +awake, in the great corner chair which was evidently his favorite resting-place. +As I advanced, the beams of my flashlight caught the great centre- table, +revealing one of the hellish cylinders with sight and hearing machines attached, +and with a speech machine standing close by, ready to be connected at any +moment. This, I reflected, must be the encased brain I had heard talking during +the frightful conference; and for a second I had a perverse impulse to attach the +speech machine and see what it would say. + +It must, I thought, be conscious of my presence even now; since the sight and +hearing attachments could not fail to disclose the rays of my flashlight and the +faint creaking of the floor beneath my feet. But in the end I did not dare meddle +with the thing. I idly saw that it was the fresh shiny cylinder with Akeley's name +on it, which I had noticed on the shelf earlier in the evening and which my host +had told me not to bother. Looking back at that moment, I can only regret my +timidity and wish that I had boldly caused the apparatus to speak. God knows +what mysteries and horrible doubts and questions of identity it might have +cleared up! But then, it may be merciful that I let it alone. + +From the table I turned my flashlight to the corner where I thought Akeley was, +but found to my perplexity that the great easy-chair was empty of any human +occupant asleep or awake. From the seat to the floor there trailed voluminously +the familiar old dressing-gown, and near it on the floor lay the yellow scarf and +the huge foot-bandages I had thought so odd. As I hesitated, striving to +conjecture where Akeley might be, and why he had so suddenly discarded his +necessary sick-room garments, I observed that the queer odour and sense of +vibration were no longer in the room. What had been their cause? Curiously it +occurred to me that I had noticed them only in Akeley's vicinity. They had been +strongest where he sat, and wholly absent except in the room with him or just +outside the doors of that room. I paused, letting the flashlight wander about the +dark study and racking my brain for explanations of the turn affairs had taken. + +Would to Heaven I had quietly left the place before allowing that light to rest +again on the vacant chair. As it turned out, I did not leave quietly; but with a +muffled shriek which must have disturbed, though it did not quite awake, the +sleeping sentinel across the hall. That shriek, and Noyes's still-unbroken snore, +are the last sounds I ever heard in that morbidity-choked farmhouse beneath the +black-wooded crest of haunted mountain - that focus of transcosmic horror +amidst the lonely green hills and curse-muttering brooks of a spectral rustic land. + + + + +It is a wonder that I did not drop flashlight, valise, and revolver in my wild +scramble, but somehow I failed to lose any of these. I actually managed to get out +of that room and that house without making any further noise, to drag myself +and my belongings safely into the old Ford in the shed, and to set that archaic +vehicle in motion toward some unknown point of safety in the black, moonless +night. The ride that followed was a piece of delirium out of Poe or Rimbaud or +the drawings of Dore, but finally I reached Townshend. That is all. If my sanity is +still unshaken, I am lucky. Sometimes I fear what the years will bring, especially +since that new planet Pluto has been so curiously discovered. + +As I have implied, I let my flashlight return to the vacant easy-chair after its +circuit of the room; then noticing for the first time the presence of certain objects +in the seat, made inconspicuous by the adjacent loose folds of the empty +dressing-gown. These are the objects, three in number, which the investigators +did not find when they came later on. As I said at the outset, there was nothing +of actual visual horror about them. The trouble was in what they led one to infer. +Even now I have my moments of half-doubt - moments in which I half-accept the +scepticism of those who attribute my whole experience to dream and nerves and +delusion. + +The three things were damnably clever constructions of their kind, and were +furnished with ingenious metallic clamps to attach them to organic +developments of which I dare not form any conjecture. I hope - devoutly hope- +that they were the waxen products of a master artist, despite what my inmost +fears tell me. Great God! That whisperer in darkness with its morbid odour and +vibrations! Sorcerer, emissary, changeling, outsider.. . that hideous repressed +buzzing. . . and all the time in that fresh, shiny cylinder on the shelf. . . poor devil +. . . "Prodigious surgical, biological, chemical, and mechanical skill.. . + +For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic +resemblance - or identity - were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley. + + + + +The White Ship + + + +Written November 1919 + +Published November 1919 in The United Amateur, Vol. 19, No. 2, p. 30-33. + +I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light that my father and grandfather +kept before me. Far from the shore stands the gray lighthouse, above sunken +slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. +Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. +In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so +many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though +I were the last man on our planet. + +From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old; from far Eastern shores +where warm suns shine and sweet odors linger about strange gardens and gay +temples. The old captains of the sea came often to my grandfather and told him +of these things which in turn he told to my father, and my father told to me in the +long autumn evenings when the wind howled eerily from the East. And I have +read more of these things, and of many things besides, in the books men gave me +when I was young and filled with wonder. + +But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret +lore of ocean. Blue, green, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; +that ocean is not silent. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I +know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and +near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of +things more strange and more distant in space and time. Sometimes at twilight +the gray vapors of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ways +beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown clear and +phosphorescent, to grant me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses +have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the +ways that are; for ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with +the memories and the dreams of Time. + +Out of the South it was that the White Ship used to come when the moon was +full and high in the heavens. Out of the South it would glide very smoothly and +silently over the sea. And whether the sea was rough or calm, and whether the +wind was friendly or adverse, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its +sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. One night I +espied upon the deck a man, bearded and robed, and he seemed to beckon me to + + + + +embark for far unknown shores. Many times afterward I saw him under the full +moon, and never did he beckon me. + +Very brightly did the moon shine on the night I answered the call, and I walked +out over the waters to the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. The man who +had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me in a soft language I seemed to know +well, and the hours were filled with soft songs of the oarsmen as we glided away +into a mysterious South, golden with the glow of that full, mellow moon. + +And when the day dawned, rosy and effulgent, I beheld the green shore of far +lands, bright and beautiful, and to me unknown. Up from the sea rose lordly +terraces of verdure, tree-studded, and shewing here and there the gleaming +white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. As we drew nearer the green +shore the bearded man told me of that land, the land of Zar, where dwell all the +dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once and then are forgotten. +And when I looked upon the terraces again I saw that what he said was true, for +among the sights before me were many things I had once seen through the mists +beyond the horizon and in the phosphorescent depths of ocean. There too were +forms and fantasies more splendid than any I had ever known; the visions of +young poets who died in want before the world could learn of what they had +seen and dreamed. But we did not set foot upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for +it is told that he who treads them may nevermore return to his native shore. + +As the White Ship sailed silently away from the templed terraces of Zar, we +beheld on the distant horizon ahead the spires of a mighty city; and the bearded +man said to me, "This is Thalarion, the City of a Thousand Wonders, wherein +reside all those mysteries that man has striven in vain to fathom." And I looked +again, at closer range, and saw that the city was greater than any city I had +known or dreamed of before. Into the sky the spires of its temples reached, so +that no man might behold their peaks; and far back beyond the horizon stretched +the grim, gray walls, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and +ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. I yearned +mightily to enter this fascinating yet repellent city, and besought the bearded +man to land me at the stone pier by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently +denied my wish, saying, "Into Thalarion, the City of a Thousand Wonders, many +have passed but none returned. Therein walk only daemons and mad things that +are no longer men, and the streets are white with the unburied bones of those +who have looked upon the eidolon Lathi, that reigns over the city." So the White +Ship sailed on past the walls of Thalarion, and followed for many days a +southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of which it +had appeared. + + + + +Then came we to a pleasant coast gay with blossoms of every hue, where as far +inland as we could see basked lovely groves and radiant arbors beneath a +meridian sun. From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches +of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I urged the +rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. And the bearded man spoke +no word, but watched me as we approached the lily-lined shore. Suddenly a +wind blowing from over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent +at which I trembled. The wind grew stronger, and the air was filled with the +lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. And as +we sailed madly away from that damnable coast the bearded man spoke at last, +saying, "This is Xura, the Land of Pleasures Unattained." + +So once more the White Ship followed the bird of heaven, over warm blessed +seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. Day after day and night after night +did we sail, and when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the +oarsmen, sweet as on that distant night when we sailed away from my far native +land. And it was by moonlight that we anchored at last in the harbor of Sona- +Nyl, which is guarded by twin headlands of crystal that rise from the sea and +meet in a resplendent arch. This is the Land of Fancy, and we walked to the +verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. + +In the Land of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor +death; and there I dwelt for many aeons. Green are the groves and pastures, +bright and fragrant the flowers, blue and musical the streams, clear and cool the +fountains, and stately and gorgeous the temples, castles, and cities of Sona- Nyl. +Of that land there is no bound, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another +more beautiful. Over the countryside and amidst the splendor of cities can move +at will the happy folk, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and +unalloyed happiness. For the aeons that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully +through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, +and where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. I climbed gentle +hills from whose summits I could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, with +steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and with the golden domes of +gigantic cities glittering on the infinitely distant horizon. And I viewed by +moonlight the sparkling sea, the crystal headlands, and the placid harbor +wherein lay anchored the White Ship. + +It was against the full moon one night in the immemorial year of Tharp that I +saw outlined the beckoning form of the celestial bird, and felt the first stirrings of +unrest. Then I spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to +depart for remote Cathuria, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie +beyond the basalt pillars of the West. It is the Land of Hope, and in it shine the +perfect ideals of all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. But the + + + + +bearded man said to me, "Beware of those perilous seas wherein men say +Cathuria Hes. In Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but who can tell what lies +beyond the basalt pillars of the West?" Natheless at the next full moon I boarded +the White Ship, and with the reluctant bearded man left the happy harbor for +untraveled seas. + +And the bird of heaven flew before, and led us toward the basalt pillars of the +West, but this time the oarsmen sang no soft songs under the full moon. In my +mind I would often picture the unknown Land of Cathuria with its splendid +groves and palaces, and would wonder what new delights there awaited me. +"Cathuria," I would say to myself, "is the abode of gods and the land of +unnumbered cities of gold. Its forests are of aloe and sandalwood, even as the +fragrant groves of Camorin, and among the trees flutter gay birds sweet with +song. On the green and flowery mountains of Cathuria stand temples of pink +marble, rich with carven and painted glories, and having in their courtyards cool +fountains of silver, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that +come from the grotto-born river Narg. And the cities of Cathuria are cinctured +with golden walls, and their pavements also are of gold. In the gardens of these +cities are strange orchids, and perfumed lakes whose beds are of coral and +amber. At night the streets and the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned +from the three-colored shell of the tortoise, and here resound the soft notes of the +singer and the lutanist. And the houses of the cities of Cathuria are all palaces, +each built over a fragrant canal bearing the waters of the sacred Narg. Of marble +and porphyry are the houses, and roofed with glittering gold that reflects the +rays of the sun and enhances the splendor of the cities as blissful gods view them +from the distant peaks. Fairest of all is the palace of the great monarch Dorieb, +whom some say to be a demi-god and others a god. High is the palace of Dorieb, +and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. In its wide halls many +multitudes assemble, and here hang the trophies of the ages. And the roof is of +pure gold, set upon tall pillars of ruby and azure, and having such carven figures +of gods and heroes that he who looks up to those heights seems to gaze upon the +living Olympus. And the floor of the palace is of glass, under which flow the +cunningly lighted waters of the Narg, gay with gaudy fish not known beyond the +bounds of lovely Cathuria." + +Thus would I speak to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the bearded man warn +me to turn back to the happy shore of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is known of men, +while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. + +And on the thirty-first day that we followed the bird, we beheld the basalt pillars +of the West. Shrouded in mist they were, so that no man might peer beyond +them or see their summits — which indeed some say reach even to the heavens. +And the bearded man again implored me to turn back, but I heeded him not; for + + + + +from the mists beyond the basah pillars I fancied there came the notes of singers +and lutanists; sweeter than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and sounding mine +own praises; the praises of me, who had voyaged far from the full moon and +dwelt in the Land of Fancy. So to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into +the mist betwixt the basalt pillars of the West. And when the music ceased and +the mist lifted, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria, but a swift-rushing resistless +sea, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. +Soon to our ears came the distant thunder of falling waters, and to our eyes +appeared on the far horizon ahead the titanic spray of a monstrous cataract, +wherein the oceans of the world drop down to abysmal nothingness. Then did +the bearded man say to me, with tears on his cheek, "We have rejected the +beautiful Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. The gods are +greater than men, and they have conquered." And I closed my eyes before the +crash that I knew would come, shutting out the sight of the celestial bird which +flapped its mocking blue wings over the brink of the torrent. + +Out of that crash came darkness, and I heard the shrieking of men and of things +which were not men. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and chilled me as +I crouched on the slab of damp stone which had risen beneath my feet. Then as I +heard another crash I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon the platform of +that lighthouse whence I had sailed so many aeons ago. In the darkness below +there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a vessel breaking up on the cruel rocks, +and as I glanced out over the waste I saw that the light had failed for the first +time since my grandfather had assumed its care. + +And in the later watches of the night, when I went within the tower, I saw on the +wall a calendar which still remained as when I had left it at the hour I sailed +away. With the dawn I descended the tower and looked for wreckage upon the +rocks, but what I found was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as of +the azure sky, and a single shattered spar, of a whiteness greater than that of the +wave-tips or of the mountain snow. + +And thereafter the ocean told me its secrets no more; and though many times +since has the moon shone full and high in the heavens, the White Ship from the +South came never again. + + + + +What the Moon Brings + +Written 5 June 1922 + +Published May 1923 in The National Amateur, Vol. 45, No. 5, page 9 + +I hate the moon - I am afraid of it - for when it shines on certain scenes familiar +and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. + +It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden +where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of +foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the +shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if +those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that +are not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful, those moon-cursed +waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the embowered banks white +lotos-blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate night-wind and dropped +despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly under the arched, carven +bridge, and staring back with the sinister resignation of calm, dead faces. + +And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet and +maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces, I +saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls +were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and shrubs, +stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past grassy +banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead lotos- +faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till the +stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches +of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea. + +Upon that sea the hateful moon shone, and over its unvocal waves weird +perfumes breeded. And as I saw therein the lotos-faces vanish, I longed for nets +that I might capture them and learn from them the secrets which the moon had +brought upon the night. But when that moon went over to the west and the still +tide ebbed from the sullen shore, I saw in that light old spires that the waves +almost uncovered, and white columns gay with festoons of green seaweed. And +knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not +wish again to speak with the lotos-faces. + +Yet when I saw afar out in the sea a black condor descend from the sky to seek +rest on a vast reef, I would fain have questioned him, and asked him of those +whom I had known when they were alive. This I would have asked him had he + + + + +not been so far away, but he was very far, and could not be seen at all when he +drew nigh that gigantic reef. + +So I watched the tide go out under that sinking moon, and saw gleaming the +spires, the towers, and the roofs of that dead, dripping city. And as I watched, +my nostrils tried to close against the perfume- conquering stench of the world's +dead; for truly, in this unplaced and forgotten spot had all the flesh of the +churchyards gathered for puffy sea-worms to gnaw and glut upon. + +Over these horrors the evil moon now hung very low, but the puffy worms of the +sea need no moon to feed by. And as I watched the ripples that told of the +writhing of worms beneath, I felt a new chill from afar out whither the condor +had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen it. + +Nor had my flesh trembled without cause, for when I raised my eyes I saw that +the waters had ebbed very low, shewing much of the vast reef whose rim I had +seen before. And when I saw that the reef was but the black basalt crown of a +shocking eikon whose monstrous forehead now shown in the dim moonlight and +whose vile hooves must paw the hellish ooze miles below, I shrieked and +shrieked lest the hidden face rise above the waters, and lest the hidden eyes look +at me after the slinking away of that leering and treacherous yellow moon. + +And to escape this relentless thing I plunged gladly and unhesitantly into the +stinking shallows where amidst weedy walls and sunken streets fat sea-worms +feast upon the world's dead. + + + + +Medusa's Coil - with Zealia Bishop + +Written May 1930 + +Published January 1939 in Weird Tales, 33, No. 1, 26-53. + +The drive toward Cape Girardeau had been through unfamiliar country; and as +the late afternoon light grew golden and half-dreamlike I realized that I must +have directions if I expected to reach the town before night. I did not care to be +wandering about these bleak southern Missouri lowlands after dark, for roads +were poor and the November cold rather formidable in an open roadster. Black +clouds, too, were massing on the horizon; so I looked about among the long, grey +and blue shadows that streaked the flat, brownish fields, hoping to glimpse some +house where I might get the needed information. + +It was a lonely and deserted country, but at last I spied a roof among a clump of +trees near the small river on my right; perhaps a full half-mile from the road, and +probably reachable by some path or drive which I would presently come upon. +In the absence of any nearer dwelling, I resolved to try my luck there; and was +glad when the bushes by the roadside revealed the ruin of a carved stone +gateway, covered with dry, dead vines and choked with undergrowth which +explained why I had not been able to trace the path across the fields in my first +distant view. I saw that I could not drive the car in, so I parked it very carefully +near the gate - where a thick evergreen would shield it in case of rain - and got +out for the long walk to the house. + +Traversing that brush-growth path in the gathering twilight I was conscious of a +distinct sense of foreboding, probably induced by the air of sinister decay +hovering about the gate and the former driveway. From the carvings on the old +stone pillars I inferred that this place was once an estate of manorial dignity; and +I could clearly see that the driveway had originally boasted guardian lines of +linden trees, some of which had died, while others had lost their special identity +among the wild scrub growths of the region. + +As I ploughed onward, cockleburs and stickers clung to my clothes, and I began +to wonder whether the place could be inhabited after all. Was I tramping on a +vain errand? For a moment I was tempted to go back and try some farm farther +along the road, when a view of the house ahead aroused my curiosity and +stimulated my venturesome spirit. + +There was something provocatively fascinating in the tree-girt, decrepit pile +before me, for it spoke of the graces and spaciousness of a bygone era and a far + + + + +more southerly environment. It was a typical wooden plantation house of the +classic, early nineteenth-century pattern, with two and a half stories and a great +Ionic portico whose pillars reached up as far as the attic and supported a +triangular pediment. Its state of decay was extreme and obvious; one of the vast +columns having rotted and fallen to the ground, while the upper piazza or +balcony had sagged dangerously low. Other buildings, I judged, had formerly +stood near it. + +As I mounted the broad stone steps to the low porch and the carved and +fanlighted doorway I felt distinctly nervous, and started to light a cigarette - +desisting when I saw how dry and inflammable everything about me was. +Though now convinced that the house was deserted, I nevertheless hesitated to +violate its dignity without knocking; so tugged at the rusty iron knocker until I +could get it to move, and finally set up a cautious rapping which seemed to make +the whole place shake and rattle. There was no response, yet once more I plied +the cumbrous, creaking device - as much to dispel the sense of unholy silence +and solitude as to arouse any possible occupant of the ruin. + +Somewhere near the river I heard the mournful not of a dove, and it seemed as if +the coursing water itself were faintly audible. Half in a dream, I seized and +rattled the ancient latch, and finally gave the great six- panelled door a frank +trying. It was unlocked, as I could see in a moment; and though it stuck and +grated on its hinges I began to push it open, stepping through it into a vast +shadowy hall as I did so. + +But the moment I took this step I regretted it. It was not that a legion of specters +confronted me in that dim and dusty hall with the ghostly Empire furniture; but +that I knew all at once that the place was not deserted at all. There was a creaking +on the great curved staircase, and the sound of faltering footsteps slowly +descending. Then I saw a tall, bent figure silhouetted for an instant against the +great Palladian window on the landing. + +My first start of terror was soon over, and as the figure descended the final flight +I was ready to greet the householder whose privacy I had invaded. In the semi- +darkness I could see him reach in his pocket for a match. There came a flare as he +lighted a small kerosene lamp which stood on a rickety console table near the +foot of the stairs. In the feeble glow was revealed the stooping figure of a very +tall, emaciated old man; disordered as to dress and unshaved as to face, yet for +all that with the bearing and expression of a gentleman. + +I did not wait for him to speak, but at once began to explain my presence. + + + + +"You'll pardon my coining in like this, but when my knocking didn't raise +anybody I concluded that no one lived here. What I wanted originally was to +know the right road to Cape Girardeau - the shortest road, that is. I wanted to get +there before dark, but now, of course - " + +As I paused, the man spoke; in exactly the cultivated tone I had expected, and +with a mellow accent as unmistakably Southern as the house he inhabited. + +"Rather, you must pardon me for not answering your knock more promptly. I +live in a very retired way, and am not usually expecting visitors. At first I +thought you were a mere curiosity-seeker. Then when you knocked again I +started to answer, but I am not well and have to move very slowly. Spinal +neuritis - very troublesome case. + +"But as for your getting to town before dark - it's plain you can't do that. The +road you are one - for I suppose you came from the gate - isn't the best or +shortest way. What you must do is to take your first left after you leave the gate - +that is, the first real road to your left. There are three or four cart paths you can +ignore, but you can't mistake the real road because of the extra large willow tree +on the right just opposite it. Then when you've turned, keep on past two roads +and turn to the right along the third. After that - " + +"Please wait a moment! How can I follow all these clues in pitch darkness, +without ever having been near here before, and with only an indifferent pair of +headlights to tell me what is and what isn't a road? Besides, I think it's going to +storm pretty soon, and my car is an open one. It looks as if I were in a bad fix if I +want to get to Cape Girardeau tonight. The fact is, I don't think I'd better try to +make it. I don't like to impose burdens, or anything like that - but in view of the +circumstances, do you suppose you could put me up for the night? I won't be +any trouble - no meals or anything. Just let me have a corner to sleep in till +daylight, and I'm all right. I can leave the car in the road where it is - a bit of wet +weather won't hurt it if worst comes to worst." + +As I made my sudden request I could see the old man's face lose its former +expression of quiet resignation and take on an odd, surprised look. + +"Sleep - here?" + +He seemed so astonished at my request that I repeated it. + +"Yes, why not? I assure you I won't be any trouble. What else can I do? I'm a +stranger hereabouts, these roads are a labyrinth in the dark, and I'll wager it'll be +raining torrents outside of an hour - " + + + + +This time it my host's turn to interrupt, and as he did so I could feel a peculiar +quality in his deep, musical voice. + +"A stranger - of course you must be, else you wouldn't think of sleeping here, +wouldn't think of coming here at all. People don't come here nowadays." + +He paused, and my desire to stay was increased a thousandfold by the sense of +mystery his laconic words seemed to evoke. There was surely something +alluringly queer about this place, and the pervasive musty smell seemed to cloak +a thousand secrets. Again I noticed the extreme decrepitude of everything about +me; manifest even in the feeble rays of the single small lamp. I felt woefully +chilly, and saw with regret that no heating was provided, and yet so great was +my curiosity that I still wished most ardently to stay and learn something of the +recluse and his dismal abode. + +"Let that be as it may," I replied. "I can't help about other people. But I surely +would like to have a spot to stop till daylight. Still - if people don't relish this +place, mayn't it be because it's getting so run-down? Of course I suppose it a take +a fortune to keep such an estate up, but if the burden's too great why don't you +look for smaller quarters? Why try to stick it out here in this way - with all the +hardships and discomforts?" + +The man did not seem offended, but answered me very gravely. + +"Surely you may stay if you really wish to - you can come to no harm that I +know of. But others claim there are certain peculiarly undesirable influences +here. As for me - 1 stay here because I have to. There is something I feel it a duty +to guard - something that holds me. I wish I had the money and health and +ambition to take decent care of the house and grounds." + +With my curiosity still more heightened, I prepared to take my host at his word; +and followed him slowly upstairs when he motioned me to do so. It was very +dark now, and a faint pattering outside told me that the threatened rain had +come. I would have been glad of any shelter, but this was doubly welcome +because of the hints of mystery about the place and its master. For an incurable +lover of the grotesque, no more fitting haven could have been provided. + + +There was a second-floor corner room in less unkempt shape than the rest of the +house, and into this my host led me, setting down his small lamp and lighting a +somewhat larger one. From the cleanliness and contents of the room, and from +the books ranged along the walls, I could see that I had not guessed amiss in + + + + +thinking the man a gentleman of taste of breeding. He was a hermit and +eccentric, no doubt, but he still had standards and intellectual interests. As he +waved me to a seat I began a conversation on general topics, and was pleased to +find him not at all taciturn. If anything, he seemed glad of someone to talk, and +did not even attempt to swerve the discussion from personal topics. + +He was, I learned, one Antoine de Russy, of an ancient, powerful, and cultivated +line of Louisiana planters. More than a century ago his grandfather, a younger +so, had migrated to southern Missouri and founded a new estate in the lavish +ancestral manner; building this pillared mansion and surrounding it with all the +accessories of a great plantation. There had been, at one time, as many as 200 +negroes in the cabins which stood on the flat ground in the rear - ground that the +river had now invaded - and to hear them singing and laughing and playing the +banjo at night was to know the fullest charm of a civilization and social order +now sadly extinct. In front of the house, where the great guardian oaks and +willows stood, there had been a lawn like a broad green carpet, always watered +and trimmed and with flagstoned, flower-bordered walks curving through it. +"Riverside" - for such the place was called - had been a lovely and idyllic +homestead in its day; and my host could recall it when many traces of its best +period. + +It was raining hard now, with dense sheets of water beating against the insecure +roof, walls, and windows, and sending in drops through a thousand chinks and +crevices. Moisture trickled down to the floor from unsuspected places, and the +mounting wind rattled the rotting, loose-hinged shutters outside. But I minded +none of this, for I saw that a story was coming. Incited to reminiscence, my host +made a move to shew me to sleeping-quarters; but kept on recalling the older, +better days. Soon, I saw, I would receive an inkling of why he lived alone in that +ancient place, and why his neighbours thought it full of undesirable influences. +His voice was very musical as he spoke on, and his tale soon took a turn which +left me no chance to grow drowsy. + +"Yes - Riverside was built in 1816, and my father was born in 1828. He'd be over +a century old now if he were alive, but he died young - so young I can just barely +remember him. In '64 that was - he was killed in the war. Seventh Louisiana +Infantry C.S.A., for he went back to the old home to enlist. My grandfather was +too old to fight, yet he lived on to be ninety-five, and helped my mother bring me +up. A good bringing-up, too - I'll give them credit. We always had strong +traditions - high notions of honor - and my grandfather saw to it that I grew up +the way de Russys have grown up, generation after generation, ever since the +Crusades. We weren't quite wiped out financially, but managed to get on very +comfortable after the war. I went to a good school in Louisiana, and later to + + + + +Princeton. Later on I was able to get the plantation on a fairly profitable basis - +though you see what it's come to now. + +"My mother died when I was twenty, and my grandfather two years later. It was +rather lonely after that; and in '85 I married a distant cousin in New Orleans. +Things might have bee different if she'd lived, but she died when my son Denis +was born. Then I had only Denis. I didn't try marriage again, but gave all my +time to the boy. He was like me - like all the de Russys - darkish and tall and +thin, and with the devil of a temper. I gave him the same training my +grandfather had give me, but he didn't need much training when it came to +points of honor. It was in him, I reckon. Never saw such high spirit - all I could +do to keep him from running away to the Spanish War when he was eleven! +Romantic young devil, too - full of high notions - you'd call 'em Victorian, now - +no trouble at all to make him let the nigger wenches alone. I sent him to the same +school I'd gone to, and to Princeton, too. He was Class of 1909. + +"In the end he decided to be a doctor, and went a year to the Harvard Medical +School. Then he hit on the idea of keeping to the old French tradition of the +family, and argued me into sending him across to the Sorbonne. I did - and +proudly enough, though I knew I'd be how lonely I'd be with him so far off. +Would to God I hadn't! I thought he was the safest kind of boy to be in Paris. He +had a room in the Rue St. Jacques - that's near the University in the 'Latin +Quarter' - but according to his letters and his friends he didn't cut up with the +gayer dogs at all. The people he knew were mostly young fellows from home - +serious students and artists who thought more of their work than of striking +attitudes and painting the town red. + +"But of course there were lots of fellows who were on a sort of dividing line +between serious studies and the devil. The aesthetes - the decadents, you know. +Experiments in life and sensation - the Baudelaire kind of a chap. Naturally +Denis ran up against a good many of these, and saw a good deal of their life. +They had all sorts of crazy circles and cults - imitation devil-worship, fake Black +Masses, and the like. Doubt if it did them much harm on the whole - probably +most of 'em forgot all about it in a year or two. One of the deepest in this queer +stuff was a fellow Denis had known at school - for that matter, whose father I'd +known myself. Frank Marsh, of New Orleans. Disciple of Lafcadio Hearn and +Gauguin and Van Gogh - regular epitome of the yellow 'nineties. Poor devil - he +had the makings of a great artist, at that. + +"Marsh was the oldest friend Denis had in Paris, so as a matter of course they +saw a good deal of each other - to talk over old times at St. Clair academy, and all +that. The boy wrote me a good deal about him, and I didn't see any especial +harm when he spoke of the group of mystics Marsh ran with. It seems there was + + + + +some cult of prehistoric Egyptian and Carthaginian magic having a rage among +the Bohemian element on the left bank - some nonsensical thing that pretended +to reach back to forgotten sources of hidden truth in lost African civilisations - +the great Zimbabwe, the dead Atlantean cities in the Haggar region of the Sahara +- and they had a lot of gibberish concerned with snakes and human hair. At least, +I called it gibberish, then. Denis used to quote Marsh as saying odd things about +the veiled facts behind the legend of Medusa's snaky locks - and behind the later +Ptolemaic myth of Berenice, who offered up her hair to save her husband- +brother, and had it set in the sky as the constellation Coma Berenices. + +"I don't think this business made much impression on Denis until the night of +the queer ritual at Marsh's rooms when he met the priestess. Most of the +devotees of the cult were young fellows, but the head of it was a young woman +who called herself 'Tanit-Isis' - letting it be known that her real name - her name +in this latest incarnation, as she put it - was Marceline Bedard. She claimed to be +the left-handed daughter of Marquis de Chameaux, and seemed to have been +both a petty artist and an artist's model before adopting this more lucrative +magical game. Someone said she had lived for a time in the West Indies - +Martinique, I think - but she was very reticent about herself. Part of her pose was +a great show of austerity and holiness, but I don't think the more experienced +students took that very seriously. + +"Denis, though, was far from experienced, and wrote me fully ten pages of slush +about the goddess he had discovered. If I'd only realised his simplicity I might +have done something, but I never thought a puppy infatuation like could mean +much. I felt absurdly sure that Denis' touchy personal honour and family pride +would always keep him out of the most serious complications. + +"As time went, though, his letters began to make me nervous. He mentioned this +Marceline more and more, and his friends less and les, and began talking about +the 'cruel and silly way' they declined to introduce her to their mothers and +sisters. He seems to have asked her no questions about herself, and I don't doubt +but that she filled him full of romantic legendry concerning her origin and divine +revelations and the way people slighted her. At length I could see that Denis was +altogether cutting his own crowd and spending the bulk of his time with his +alluring priestess. At her especial request he never told the old crowd of their +continual meetings; so nobody over there tried to break the affair up. + +"I suppose she thought he was fabulously rich; for he had the air of a patrician, +and people of a certain class think all aristocratic Americans are wealthy. In any +case, she probably thought this a rare chance to contract a genuine right-handed +alliance with a really eligible young man. By the time my nervousness burst into +open advice, it was too late. The boy had lawfully married her, and wrote that he + + + + +was dropping his studies and bringing the woman home to Riverside. He said +she had made a great sacrifice and resigned her leadership of the magical cult, +and that henceforward she would be merely a private gentlewoman - the future +mistress of Riverside, and mother of de Russys to come. + +"Well, sir, I took it the best way I could. I knew that sophisticated Continentals +have different standards from our old American ones - and anyway, I really +knew nothing against the woman. A charlatan, perhaps, but why necessarily any +worse? I suppose I tried to keep as naive as possible about such things in those +days, for the boy's sake. Clearly, there was nothing for a man of sense to do but +let Denis alone so long as his new wife conformed to de Russy ways. Let her +have a chance to prove herself - perhaps she wouldn't hurt the family as much as +some might fear. So I didn't raise any objections or ask any penitence. The thing +was done, and I stood ready to welcome the boy back, whatever he brought with +him. + +"They got here three weeks after the telegram telling of marriage. Marceline was +beautiful - there was no denying that - and I could see how the boy might very +well get foolish about her. She did have an air of breeding, and I think to this day +she must have had some strains of good blood in her. She was apparently not +much over twenty; of medium size, fairly slim, and as graceful as a tigress in +posture and motion. Her complexion was a deep olive - like old ivory - and her +eyes were large and very dark. She had small, classically regular features - +though not quite clean-cut enough to suit my taste - and the most singular braid +of jet black hair that I ever saw. + +"I didn't wonder that she had dragged the subject of hair into her magical cult, +for with that heavy profusion of it the idea must have occurred to her naturally. +Coiled up, it made her look like some Oriental princess in a drawing of Aubrey +Beardsley's. Hanging down her back, it came well below her knees and shone in +the light as if it had possessed some separate, unholy vitality of its own. I would +almost have thought of Medusa or Berenice myself - without having such things +suggested to me - upon seeing and studying that hair. + +"Sometimes I thought it moved slightly of itself, and tended to arrange itself in +distinct ropes or strands, but this may have been sheer illusion. She braided it +incessantly, and seemed to use some sort of preparation on it. I got the notion +once - a curious, whimsical notion - that it was a living being which she had to +feed in some strange way. All nonsense - but it added to my feeling of constraint +about her and her hair. + +"For I can't deny that I failed to like her wholly, no matter how hard I tried. I +couldn't tell what the trouble was, but it was there. Something about her repelled + + + + +me very subtly, and I could not help weaving morbid and macabre associations +about everything connected with her. Her complexion called up thoughts of +Babylon, Atlantis, Lemuria, and the terrible forgotten dominations of an elder +world; her eyes struck me sometimes as the eyes of some unholy forest creature +or animal goddess too immeasurably ancient to be fully human; and her hair - +that dense, exotic, overnourished growth of oily inkiness - made one shiver as a +great black python might have done. There was no doubt but that she realised +my involuntary attitude - though I tried to hide it, and she tried to hide the fact +that she noticed it. + +"Yet the boy's infatuation lasted. He positively fawned on her, and overdid all +the little gallantries of daily life to a sickening degree. She appeared to return the +feeling, though I could see it took a conscious effort to make her duplicate his +enthusiasms and extravagances. For one thing, I think she was piqued to learn +we weren't as wealthy as she had expected. + +"It was a bad business all told. I could see that sad undercurrents were arising. +Denis was half-hypnotised with puppy-love, and began to grow away from as he +felt my shrinking from his wife. This kind of thing went on for months, and I saw +that I was losing my only son - the boy who had formed the centre of all my +thoughts and acts for the past quarter century. I'll own that I felt bitter about it - +what father wouldn't? And yet I could do nothing. + +"Marceline seemed to be a good wife enough in those early months, and our +friends received her without any quibbling or questioning. I was always nervous, +though, about what some of the young fellows in Paris might write home to their +relatives after the news of the marriage spread around. Despite the woman's love +of secrecy, it couldn't remain hidden forever - indeed, Denis had written a few of +his closest friends, in strict confidence, as soon as he was settled with her at +Riverside. + +"I got to staying alone in my room more and more, with my failing health as an +excuse. It was bout that time that my present spinal neuritis began to develop - +which made the excuse a pretty good one. Denis didn't seem to notice the +trouble, or take any interest in me and my habits and affairs; and it hurt me to +see how callous he was getting. I began to get sleepless, and often racked my +brain in the night to try to find out what made my new daughter-in-law so +repulsive and even dimly horrible to me. It surely wasn't her old mystical +nonsense, for she had left all the past behind her and never mentioned it once. +She didn't even do any painting, although I understood that she had once +dabbled in art. + + + + +"Oddly, the only ones who seemed to share my uneasiness were the servants. +The darkies around the house seemed very sullen in their attitude toward her, +and in a few weeks all save the few who were strongly attached to our family +had left. These few - old Scipio and his wife Sarah, the cook Delilah, and Mary, +Scipio's daughter - were as civil as possible; but plainly revealed that their new +mistress commanded their duty rather than their affection. They stayed in their +own remote part of the house as much as possible. McCabe, our white chauffeur, +was insolently admiring rather than hostile; and another exception was a very +old Zulu woman, said to have been a sort of leader in her small cabin as a kind of +family pensioner. Old Sophonisba always shewed reverence whenever Marceline +came near her, and one time I saw her kiss the ground where her mistress had +walked. Blacks are superstitious animals, and I wondered whether Marceline +had been talking any of her mystical nonsense to our hands in order to overcome +their evident dislike." + + +"Well, that's how we went on for nearly half a year. Then, in the summer of 1916, +things began to happen. Toward the middle of June Denis got a note from his old +friend Frank Marsh, telling of a sort of nervous breakdown which made him +want to take a rest in the country. It was postmarked New Orleans - for Marsh +had gone home from Paris when he felt the collapse coming on - and seemed a +very plain though polite bid for an invitation from us. Marsh, of course, knew +that Marceline was here; and asked very courteously after her. Denis was sorry +to hear of his trouble and told him at once to come along for an indefinite visit. + +"Marsh came - and I was shocked to notice how he had changed since I had seen +him in his earlier days. He was a smallish, lightish fellow, with blue eyes and an +undecided chin; and now I could see the effects of drink and I don't know what +else in his puffy eyelids, enlarged nose-pores, and heavy lines around the mouth. +I reckon he had taken his dose of decadence pretty seriously, and set out to be as +much of a Rimbaud, Baudelaire, or Lautreamont as he could. And yet he was +delightful to talk to - for like all decadents he was exquisitely sensitive to the +color and atmosphere and names of things; admirably, thoroughly alive, and +with whole records of conscious experience in obscure, shadowy fields of living +and feeling which most of us pass over without knowing they exist. Poor young +devil - if only his father had lived longer and taken him in hand! There was great +stuff in the boy! + +"I was glad of the visit, for I felt it would help to set up a normal atmosphere in +the house again. And that's what it really seemed to do at first; for as I said. +Marsh was a delight to have around. He was as sincere and profound an artist as +I ever saw in my life, and I certainly believe that nothing on earth mattered to + + + + +him except the perception and expression of beauty. When he saw an exquisite +thing, or was creating one, his eyes would dilate until the light irises were nearly +out of sight - leaving two mystical black pits in that weak, delicate, chalk-like +face; black pits opening on strange worlds which none of us could guess about. + +"When he reached here, though, he didn't have many chances to shew this +tendency; for he had, as he told Denis, gone quite stale. It seems he had been +very successful as an artist of a bizarre kind - like Fuseli or Goya or Sime or Clark +Ashton Smith - but had suddenly become played out. The world of ordinary +things around him had ceased to hold anything he could recognize as beauty - +beauty, that is, of enough force and poignancy to arouse his creative faculty. He +had often been this way before - all decadents are - but this time he could not +invent any new, strange, or outre sensation or experience which would supply +the needed illusion of fresh beauty or stimulatingly adventurous expectancy. He +was like a Durtal or a des Esseintes at the most jaded point of his curious orbit. + +"Marceline was away when Marsh arrived. She hadn't been enthusiastic about +his coming, and had refused to decline an invitation from some of our friends in +St. Louis which came about that time for her and Denis. Denis, of course, stayed +to receive his guest; but Marceline had gone on alone. It was the first time they +had ever been separated, and I hoped the interval would help to dispel the daze +that was making such a fool of the boy. Marceline shewed no hurry to get back, +but seemed to me to prolong her absence as much as she could. Denis stood it +better than one would have expected from such a doting husband, and seemed +more like his old self as he talked over other days with Marsh and tried to cheer +the listless aesthete up. + +"It was Marsh who seemed most impatient to see the woman; perhaps because +he thought her strange beauty, or some phase of the mysticism which had gone +into her one-time magical cult, might help to reawaken his interest in things and +give him another start toward artistic creation. That there was no baser reason, I +was absolutely certain from what I knew of Marsh's character. With all his +weaknesses, he was a gentleman - and it had indeed relieved me when I first +learned that he wanted to come here because his willingness to accept Denis' +hospitality proved that there was no reason why he shouldn't. + +"When, at last, Marceline did return, I could see that Marsh was tremendously +affected. He did not attempt to make her talk of the bizarre thing which she had +so definitely abandoned, but was unable to hide a powerful admiration which +kept his eyes - now dilated in that curious way for the first time during his visit - +riveted to her every moment she was in the room. She, however, seemed uneasy +rather than pleased by his steady scrutiny - that is, she seemed so at first, though +this feeling of hers wore away in a few days, and left the two on a basis of the + + + + +most cordial and voluble congeniality. I could see Marsh studying her constantly +when he thought no one was watching; and I wondered how long it would be +that only the artist, and not the primitive man, would be aroused by her +mysterious graces. + +"Denis naturally felt some irritation at this turn of affairs; though he realised that +his guest was a man of honour and that, as kindred mystics and aesthetes, +Marceline and Marsh would naturally have things and interests to discuss in +which a more or less conventional person could have no part. He didn't hold +anything against anybody, but merely regretted that his own imagination was +too limited and traditional to let him talk with Marceline as Marsh talked. At this +stage of things I began to see more of the boy. With his wife otherwise busy, he +had time to remember that he had a father - and a father who was ready to help +him in any sort of perplexity or difficulty. + +"We often sat together on the veranda watching Marsh and Marceline as they +rode up or down the drive on horseback, or played tennis on the court that used +to stretch south of the house. They talked mostly in French, which Marsh, though +he hadn't more than a quarter-portion of French blood, handled more glibly than +either Denis or I could speak it. Marceline's English, always academically correct, +was rapidly improving in accent; but it was plain that she relished dropping back +into her mother-tongue. As we looked at the congenial couple they made, I could +see the boy's cheek and throat muscles tighten - though he wasn't a whit less +ideal a host to Marsh, or a whit less considerate husband to Marceline. + +"All this was generally in the afternoon; for Marceline rose very late, had +breakfast in bed, and took an immense amount of time preparing to come +downstairs. I never knew of anyone so wrapped up in cosmetics, beauty +exercises, hair-oils, unguents, and everything of that kind. It was in these +morning hours that Denis and Marsh did their real visiting, and exchanged the +close confidences which kept their friendship up despite the strain that jealousy +imposed. + +"Well, it was in one of those morning talks on the veranda that marsh made the +proposition which brought on the end. I was laid up with some of my neuritis, +but had managed to get downstairs and stretch out on the front parlour sofa near +the long window. Denis and Marsh were just outside; so I couldn't help hearing +all they said. They had been talking about art, and the curious, capricious +elements needed to jolt an artist into producing the real article, when Marsh +suddenly swerved from abstractions to the personal application he must have +had in mind from the start. + + + + +'"I suppose/ he was saying, 'that nobody can tell just what it is in some scenes or +objects that makes them aesthetic stimuli for certain individuals. Basically, of +course, it must have some reference to each man's background of stored-up +mental associations, for no two people have the same scale of sensitiveness and +responses. We decadents are artists for whom all ordinary things have ceased to +have any emotional or imaginative significance, but no one of us responds in the +same way to exactly the same extraordinary. Now take me, for instance...'" + +"He paused and resumed. + +"'I know, Denny, that I can say these things to you because you such a +preternaturally unspoiled mind - clean, fine, direct, objective, and all that. You +won't misunderstand as an oversubtilised, effete man of the world might.'" + +"He paused once more. + +"'The fact is, I think I know what's needed to set my imagination working again. +I've had a dim idea of it ever since we were in Paris, but I'm sure now. It's +Marceline, old chap - that face and that hair, and the train of shadowy images +they bring up. Not merely visible beauty - though God knows there's enough of +that - but something peculiar and individualised, that can't exactly be explained. +Do you know, in the last few days I've felt the existence of such a stimulus so +keenly that I honestly think I could outdo myself - break into the real masterpiece +class if I could get ahold of paint and canvas at just the time when her face and +hair set my fancy stirring and weaving. There's something weird and other- +worldly about it - something joined up with the dim ancient thing Marceline +represents. I don't know how much she's told you about that side of her, but I +can assure you there's plenty of it. She has some marvellous links with the +outside...' + +"Some change in Denis' expression must have halted the speaker here, for there +was a considerable spell of silence before the words went on. I was utterly taken +aback, for I'd expected no such overt development like this; and I wondered +what my son could be thinking. My heart began to pound violently, and I +strained my ears in the frankest of intentional eavesdropping. Then Marsh +resumed. + +"'Of course you're jealous - I know how a speech like mine must sound - but I +can swear to you that you needn't be.' + +"Denis did not answer, and Marsh went on. + + + + +"' To tell the truth, I could never be in love with Marceline - 1 couldn't even be a +cordial friend of hers in the warmest sense. Why, damn it all, I felt like a +hypocrite talking with her these days as I've been doing. + +"'The case simply is, that one of her phase of her half hyponotises me in a certain +way - a very strange, fantastic, and dimly terrible way - just as another phase half +hypnotises you in a much more normal way. I see something in her - or to be +psychologically exact, something through her or beyond her - that you didn't see +at all. Something that brings up a vast pageantry of shapes from forgotten +abysses, and makes me want to paint incredible things whose outlines vanish the +instant I try to envisage them clearly. Don't mistake, Denny, your wife is a +magnificent being, a splendid focus of cosmic forces who has a right to be called +divine if anything on earth has!' + +"I felt a clearing of the situation at this point, for the abstract strangeness of +Marsh's statement, plus the flattery he was now heaping on Marceline, could not +fail to disarm and mollify one as fondly proud of his consort as Denis always +was. Marsh evidently caught the change himself, for there was more confidence +in his tone as he continued. + +'"I must paint her, Denny - must paint that hair - and you won't regret. There's +something more than mortal about that hair - something more than beautiful - ' + +"He paused, and I wondered what Denis could be thinking. I wondered, indeed, +what I was really thinking myself. Was Marsh's interest actually that of the artist +alone, or was he merely infatuated as Denis had been? I had thought, in their +schooldays, that he had envied my boy; and I dimly felt that it might be the same +now. On the other hand, something in that talk of artistic stimulus had rung +amazingly true; so that the more I pondered, the more I was inclined to take the +stuff at face value. Denis seemed to do so, too, for although I could not catch his +low-spoken reply, I could tell by the effect it produced that it must have been +affirmative. + +"There was a sound of someone slapping another on the back, and then a +grateful speech from Marsh that I was long to remember. + +"'That's great, Denny, and just as I told you, you'll never regret it. In a sense, I'm +half doing it for you. You'll be a different man when you see it. I'll put you back +where you used to be - give you a waking-up and a sort of salvation - but you +can't see what I mean as yet. Just remember old friendship, and don't get the +idea that I'm not the same old bird!' + + + + +"I rose perplexedly as I saw the two stroll off across the lawn, arm in arm, and +smoking in unison. What could Marsh have meant by his strange and almost +ominous reassurance? The more my fears were quieted in one direction, the +more they were aroused in another. Look at it any way I could, it seemed to be a +rather bad business. + +"But matters got started just the same. Denis fixed up an attic room with +skylights, and Marsh sent for all sorts of painting equipment. Everyone was +rather excited about the new venture, and I was at least glad that something was +on foot to break the brooding tension. Soon the sittings began, and we all took +them quite seriously - for we could see that Marsh regarded them as important +artistic events. Denny and I used to go quietly about the house as though +something sacred were occurring, and we knew that it was sacred as far as marsh +was concerned. + +"With Marceline, though, it was a different matter, as I began to see at once. +Whatever Marsh's reactions to the sittings may have been, hers were painfully +obvious. Every possible way she betrayed a frank and commonplace infatuation +for the artist, and would repulse Denis' marks of affection whenever she dared. +Oddly, I noticed this more vividly than Denis himself, and tried to devise some +plan for keeping the boy's mind easy until the matter could be straightened out. +There was no use in having him excited about it if it could be helped. + +"In the end I decided that Denis had better be away while the disagreeable +situation existed. I could represent his interests well enough at this end, and +sooner or later Marsh would finish the picture and go. My view of Marsh's +honour was such that I did not look for any worse developments. When the +matter had blown over, and Marceline had forgotten about her new infatuation, +it would be time enough to have Denis on hand again. + +"So I wrote a long letter to my marketing and financial agent in New York, and +cooked up a plan to have the boy summoned there for an indefinite time. I had +the agent write him that our affairs absolutely required one of us to go East, and +of course my illness made it clear that I could not be the one. It was arranged that +when Denis got to New York he would find enough plausible matters to keep +him busy as long as I thought he ought to be away. + +"The plan worked perfectly, and Denis started for New York without the least +suspicion; Marceline and Marsh going with him in the car to Cape Girardeau, +where he caught the afternoon train to St. Louis. They returned after dark, and as +McCabe drove the car back to the stables I could hear them talking on the +veranda - in those same chairs near the long parlour window where Marsh and +Denis had sat when I overheard them talk about the portrait. This time I resolved + + + + +to do some intentional eavesdropping, so quietly went down to the front parlour +and stretched out on the sofa near the window. + +"At first I could not hear anything but very shortly there came the sound of a +chair being shifted, followed by a short, sharp breath and a sort of inarticulately +hurt exclamation from Marceline. Then I heard Marsh speaking in a strained, +almost formal voice. + +"'I'd enjoy working tonight if you aren't too tired.' + +"Marceline's reply was in the same hurt tone which had marked her exclamation. +She used English as he had done. + +"'Oh, Frank, is that really all you care about? Forever working! Can't we just sit +out here in this glorious moonlight?' + +"He answered impatiently, his voice shewing a certain contempt beneath the +dominant quality of artistic enthusiasm. + +"'Moonlight! Good God, what cheap sentimentality! For a supposedly +sophisticated person you surely do hang on to some of the crudest claptrap that +ever escaped from the dime novels! With art at your elbow, you have to think of +the moon - cheap as a spotlight at the varieties! Or perhaps it makes you think of +the Roodmas dance around the stone pillars at Auteiul. Hell, how you used to +make those goggle-eyed yaps stare! But not - I suppose you've dropped all that +now. No more Atlantean magic or hair-snake rites for Madame de Russy! I'm the +only one to remember the old things - the things that came down through the +temples of Tanit and echoed on the ramparts of Zimbabwe. But I won't be +cheated of that remembrance - all that is weaving itself into the thing on my +canvas - the thing that is going to capture wonder and crystallise the secrets of +75,000 years...' + +"Marceline interrupted in a voice full of mixed emotions. + +"'It's you who are cheaply sentimental now! You know well that the old things +had better be let alone. All of you had better watch out if ever I chant the old rites +or try to call up what lies hidden in Yuggoth, Zimbabwe, and R'lyeh. I thought +you had more sense!' + +"'You lack logic. You want me to be interested in this precious painting of yours, +yet you never let me see what you're doing. Always that black cloth over it! It's +of me - I shouldn't think it would matter if I saw it. . .' + +"Marsh was interrupting this time, his voice curiously hard and strained. + + +"'No. Not now. You'll see it in due course of time. You say it's of you - yes, it's +that, but it's more. If you knew, you mightn't be so impatient. Poor Denis! My +God, it's a shame!' + +'"My throat was suddenly dry as the words rose to an almost febrile pitch. What +could Marsh mean? Suddenly I saw that he had stopped and was entering the +house alone. I heard the front door slam, and listened as his footsteps ascended +the stairs. Outside on the veranda I could still hear Marceline's heavy, angry +breathing. I crept away sick at heart, feeling that there were grave things to ferret +out before I could safely let Denis come back. + +"After that evening the tension around the place was even worse than before. +Marceline had always lived on flattery and fawning and the shock of those few +blunt words from Marsh was too much for her temperament. There was no +living in the house with her anymore, for with poor Denis gone she took out her +abusiveness on everybody. When she could find no one indoors to quarrel with +she would go out to Sophonisba's cabin and spend hours talking with the queer +old Zulu woman. Aunt Sophy was the only person who would fawn abjectly +enough to suit her, and when I tried once to overhear their conversation I found +Marceline whispering about 'elder secrets' and 'unknown Kadath' while the +negress rocked to and fro in her chair, making inarticulate sounds of reverence +and admiration every now and then. + +"But nothing could break her dog-like infatuation for Marsh. She would talk +bitterly and sullenly to him, yet was getting more and more obedient to his +wishes. It was very convenient for him, since he now became able to make her +pose for the picture whenever he felt like painting. He tried to shew gratitude for +this willingness, but I thought I could detect a kind of contempt or even loathing +beneath his careful politeness. For my part, I frankly hated Marceline! There was +no use in calling my attitude anything as mild as dislike these days. Certainly, I +was glad Denis was away. His letters, not nearly so frequent as I wished, shewed +signs of strain and worry. + +"As the middle of August went by I gathered from Marsh's remarks that the +portrait was nearly done. His mood seemed increasingly sardonic, though +Marceline's temper improved a bit as the prospect of seeing the thing tickled her +vanity. I can still recall the day when Marsh said he'd have everything finished +within a week. Marceline brightened up perceptibly, though not without a +venomous look at me. It seemed as if her coiled hair visibly tightened around her +head. + +"'I'm to be the first to see it!' she snapped. Then, smiling at Marsh, she said, 'And +if I don't like it I shall slash it to pieces!' + + + + +"Marsh's face took on the most curious look I have ever seen it wear as he +answered her. + +'"I can't vouch for your taste, Marcehne, but I swear it will be magnificent! Not +that I want to take much credit - art creates itself - and this thing had to be done. +Just wait!' + +"During the next few days I felt a queer sense of foreboding, as if the completion +of the picture meant a kind of catastrophe instead of a relief. Denis, too, had not +written me, and my agent in New York said he was planning some trip to the +country. I wondered what the outcome of the whole thing would be. What a +queer mixture of elements - Marsh and Marceline, Denis and I! How would all +these ultimately react on one another? When my fears grew too great I tried to +lay them all to my infirmity, but that explanation never quite satisfied me." + + +"Well, the thing exploded on Tuesday, the twenty-sixth of August. I had risen at +my usual time and had breakfast, but was not good for much because of the pain +in my spine. It had been troubling me badly of late, and forcing me to take +opiates when it got too unbearable; nobody else was downstairs except the +servants, though I could hear Marceline moving about in her room. Marsh slept +in the attic next his studio, and had begun to keep such late hours that he was +seldom up till noon. About ten o'clock the pain got the better of me, so that I took +a double dose of my opiate and lay down on the parlour sofa. The last I heard +was Marceline's pacing overhead. Poor creature - if I had known! She must have +been walking before the long mirror admiring herself. That was like her. Vain +from start to finish - revelling in her own beauty, just as she revelled in all the +little luxuries Denis was able to give her. + +"I didn't wake up till near sunset, and knew instantly how long I had slept from +the golden light and long shadows outside the long window. Nobody was about, +and a sort of unnatural stillness seemed to be hovering over everything. From +afar, though, I thought I could sense a faint howling, wild and intermittent, +whose quality had a slight but baffling familiarity about it. I'm not much for +psychic premonitions, but I was frightfully uneasy from the start. There had been +dreams - even worse than the ones I had been dreaming in the weeks before - +and this time they seemed hideously linked to some black and festering reality. +The whole place had a poisonous air. Afterward I reflected that certain sounds +must have filtered through into my unconscious brain during those hours of +drugged sleep. My pain, though, was very much eased; and I rose and walked +without difficulty. + + + + +"Soon enough I began to see that something was wrong. Marsh and Marcehne +might have been riding, but someone ought to have been getting dinner in the +kitchen. Instead, there was only silence, except for that faint, distant howl or +wail; and nobody answered when I pulled the old-fashioned bell-cord to +summon Scipio. Then, chancing to look up, I saw the spreading stain on the +ceiling - the bright re stain, that must have come through the floor of Marceline's +room. + +"In an instant I forgot my crippled back and hurried upstairs to find out the +worst. Everything under the sun raced through my mind as I struggled with the +dampness-warped door of that silent chamber, and most hideous of all was a +terrible sense of malign fulfilment and fatal expectedness. I had, it struck me, +known all along that nameless horrors were gathering; that something +profoundly and cosmically evil had gained a foot-hold under my roof from +which only blood and tragedy could result. + +"The door gave at last, and I stumbled into the large room beyond - all dim from +the branches of the great trees outside the windows. For a moment I could do +nothing but flinch at the faint evil odour that immediately struck my nostrils. +Then, turning on the electric light and glancing around, I glimpsed a nameless +blasphemy on the yellow and blue rug. + +"It lay face down in a great pool of dark, thickened blood, and had the gory print +of a shod human foot in the middle of its naked back. Blood was spattered +everywhere - on the walls, furniture, and floor. My knees gave way as I took in +the sight, so that I had to stumble to a chair and slump down. The thing had +obviously been a human being, though its identity was not easy to establish at +first; since it was without clothes, and had most of its hair hacked and torn from +the scalp in a very crude way. It was of a deep ivory colour, and I knew that it +must have been Marceline. The shoe-print on the back made the thing seem all +the more hellish. I could not even picture the strange, loathsome tragedy which +must have taken place while I slept in the room below. When I raised my hand to +wipe my dripping forehead I saw that my fingers were sticky with blood. I +shuddered, then realised that it must have come from the knob of the door which +the unknown murderer had forced shut behind him as he left. He had taken his +weapon with him, it seemed, for no instrument of death was visible here. + +"As I studied the floor I saw that a line of sticky footprints like the one on the +body led away from the horror to the door. There was another blood-trail, too, +and of a less easily explainable kind; a broadish, continuous line, as if marking +the path of some huge snake. At first I concluded it must be due to something the +murderer had dragged after him. Then, noting the way some of the footprints +seemed to be superimposed on it, I was forced to believe that it could have been + + + + +there when the murderer left. But what crawHng entity could have been in that +room with the victim and her assassin, leaving before the killer when the deed +was done? As I asked myself this question I thought I heard fresh bursts of that +faint, distant wailing. + +"Finally, rousing myself from a lethargy of horror, I got on my feet again and +began following the footprints. Who the murderer was, I could not even faintly +guess, nor could I try to explain the absence of the servants. I vaguely felt that I +ought to go up to Marsh's attic quarters, but before I had fully formulated the +idea I saw that the bloody trail was indeed taking me there. Was he himself the +murderer? Had he gone mad under the strain of the morbid situation and +suddenly run amok? + +"In the attic corridor the trail became faint, the prints almost ceasing as they +merged with the dark carpet. I could still, however, discern the strange single +path of the entity who had gone first; and this led straight to the closed door of +Marsh's studio, disappearing beneath it at a point about half way from side to +side. Evidently it had crossed the threshold at a time when the door was wide +open. + +"Sick at heart, I tried the knob and found the door unlocked. Opening it, I +paused in the waning north light to see what fresh nightmare might be awaiting +me. There was certainly something human on the floor, and I reached for the +switch to turn on the chandelier. + +"But as the light flashed up my gaze left the floor and its horror - that was Marsh, +poor devil - to fix itself frantically and incredulously upon the living thing that +cowered and stared in the open doorway leading to Marsh's bedroom. It was a +tousled, wild-eyed thing, crusted with dried blood and carrying in its hand a +wicked machete which had been one of the ornaments of the studio wall. Yet +even in that awful moment I recognised it as one whom I had thought more than +a thousand miles away. It was my own boy Denis - or the maddened wreck +which had once been Denis. + +"The sight of me seemed to bring back a trifle of sanity - or at least of memory - +in the poor boy. He straightened up and began to toss his head about as if trying +to shake free from some enveloping influence. I could not speak a word, but +moved my lips in an effort to get back my voice. My eyes wandered for a +moment to the figure on the floor in front of the heavily draped easel - the figure +toward which the strange blood-trail led, and which seemed to be tangled in the +coils of some dark, ropy object. The shifting of my glance apparently produced +some impression in the twisted brain of the boy, for suddenly he began to mutter +in a hoarse whisper whose purport I was soon able to catch. + + + + +'"I had to exterminate her - she was the devil - the summit and high-priestess of +all evil - the spawn of the pit - Marsh knew, and tried to warn me. Good old +Frank - I didn't kill him, though I was ready to before I realised. But I went down +there and killed her - then that cursed hair - ' + +"I listened in horror as Denis choked, paused, and began again. + +"'You didn't know - her letters got queer and I knew she was in love with Marsh. +Then she nearly stopped writing. He never mentioned her - I felt something was +wrong, and thought I ought to come back and find out. Couldn't tell you - your +manner would have given it away. Wanted to surprise them. Got here about +noon today - came in a cab and sent the house-servants all off - let the field hands +alone, for their cabins are all out of earshot. Told McCabe to get me some things +in Cape Girardeau and not bother to come back until tomorrow. Had all the +niggers take the old car and let Mary drive them to Bend Village for a vacation - +told 'em we were all going on some sort of outing and wouldn't need help. Said +they'd better stay all night with Uncle Scip's cousin, who keeps that nigger +boarding house.' + +"Denis was getting very incoherent now, and I strained my ears to grasp every +word. Again I thought I heard that wild, far-off wail, but the story had first place +for the present. + +"'Saw you sleeping in the parlour, and took a chance you wouldn't wake up. +Then went upstairs on the quiet to hunt up Marsh and. . .that woman!' + +"The boy shuddered as he avoided pronouncing Marceline's name. At the same +time I saw his eyes dilate in unison with a bursting of the distant crying, whose +vague familiarity had now become very great. + +"'She was not in her room, so I went up to the studio. Door was shut, and I could +hear voices inside. Didn't knock - just burst in and found her posing for the +picture. Nude, but with the hellish hair all draped around her. And making all +sorts of sheep's eyes at Marsh. He had the easel turned half away from the door, +so I couldn't see the picture. Both of them were pretty well jolted when I shewed +up, and Marsh dropped his brush. I was in a rage and told him he'd have to +shew me the portrait, but he got calmer every minute. Told me it wasn't quite +done, but would be in a day or two - said I could see it then - she - hadn't seen it. + +"'But that didn't go with me. I stepped up, and he dropped a velvet curtain over +the thing before I could see it. He was ready to fight before letting me see it, but +that - that - she - stepped up and sided with me. Said we ought to see it. Frank +got horrible worked up, and gave me a punch when I tried to get at the punch + + + + +when I tried to get at the curtain. I punched back and seemed to have knocked +him out. Then I was almost knocked out myself by the shriek that - that creature - +gave. She'd drawn aside the hangings herself, and caught a look at what Marsh +had been painting. I wheeled around and saw her rushing like mad out of the +room - then I saw the picture.' + +"Madness flared up in the boy's eyes again as he got to this place, and I thought +for a minute he was going to spring at me with his machete. But after a pause he +partly steadied himself. + +"'Oh, God - that thing! Don't ever look at it! Burn it with the hangings around it +and throw the ashes into the river! Marsh knew - and was warning me. He knew +what it was - what that woman - that leopardess, or gorgon, or lamia, or +whatever she was - actually represented. He'd tried to hint to me ever since I met +her in his Paris studio, but it couldn't be told in words. I thought they all +wronged her when they whispered horrors about her - she had me hypnotised so +that I couldn't believe the plain facts - but this picture has caught the whole +secret - the whole monstrous background! + +"'God, but Frank is an artist! That thing is the greatest piece any living soul has +produced since Rembrandt! It's a crime to burn it - but it would be a greater +crime to let it exist - just as it would have been an abhorrent sin to let - that she- +daemon - exist any longer. The minute I saw it I understood what - she - was, +and what part she played in the frightful secret that has come down from the +days of Cthulhu and the Elder Ones - the secret that was nearly wiped out when +Atlantis sank, but that kept half alive in hidden traditions and allegorical myths +and furtive, midnight cult-practices. For you know she was the real thing. It +wasn't any fake. It would have been merciful if it had been a fake. It was the old, +hideous shadow that philosophers never dared mention - the thing hinted at in +the Necronomicon and symbolised in the Easter Island colossi. + +"'She thought we couldn't see through - that the false front would hold till we +had bartered away our immortal souls. And she was half right - she'd have got +me in the end. She was only - waiting. But Frank - good old Frank - was too +much for me. He knew what it all meant, and painted it. I don't wonder she +shrieked and ran off when she saw it. It wasn't quite done, but God knows +enough was there. + +"'Then I knew I'd got to kill her - kill her, and everything connected with her. It +was a taint that wholesome human blood couldn't bear. There was something +else, too - but you'll never know that if you burn the picture without looking. I +staggered down to her room with this machete that I got off the wall here. + + + + +leaving Frank still knocked out. He was breathing, though, and I knew and +thanked heaven I hadn't killed him. + +'"I found her in front of the mirror braiding that accursed hair. She turned on me +like a wild beast, and began spitting out her hatred of Marsh. The fact that she'd +been in love with him - and I knew she had - only made it worse. For a minute I +couldn't move, and she came within an ace of completely hypnotising me. Then I +thought of the picture, and the spell broke. She saw the breaking in my eyes, and +must have noticed the machete, too. I never saw anything give such a wild jungle +beast look as she did then. She sprang for me with claws out like a leopard's, but +I was too quick. I swung the machete, and it was all over.' + +"Denis had to stop again, and I saw the perspiration running down his forehead +through the spattered blood. But in a moment he hoarsely resumed. + +'"I said it was all over - but God! some of it had only just begun! I felt I had +fought the legions of Satan, and put my foot on the back of the thing I had +annihilated. Then I saw that blasphemous braid of coarse black hair begin to +twist and squirm of itself. + +'"I might have known it. It was all in the old tales. That damnable hair had a life +of its own, that couldn't be ended by killing the creature itself. I knew I'd have to +burn it, so I started to hack it off with the machete. God, but it was devilish work! +Tough - like iron wires - but I managed to do it. And it was loathsome the way +the big braid writhed and struggled in my grasp. + +"'About the time I had the last strand cut or pulled off I heard that eldritch +wailing from behind the house. You know - it's still going off and on. I don't +know what it is, but it must be something springing from this hellish business. It +half seems like something I ought to know but can't quite place. It got my nerves +the first time I heard it, and I dropped the severed braid in my fright. Then, I got +a worse fright - for in another second the braid had turned on me and began to +strike venomously with one of its ends which had knotted itself up like a sort of +grotesque head. I struck out with the machete, and it turned away. Then, when I +had my breath again, I saw that the monstrous thing was crawling along the +floor by itself like a great black snake. I couldn't do anything for a while, but +when it vanished through the door I managed to pull myself together and +stumble after it. I could follow the broad, bloody trail, and I saw it led upstairs. It +brought me here - and may heaven curse me if I didn't see it through the +doorway, striking at poor dazed Marsh like a maddened rattler as it had struck +at me, finally coiling around him as a python would. He had begun to come to, +but that abominable serpent got him before he was on his feet. I knew that all of +the woman's hatred was behind it, but I hadn't the power to pull it off. I tried. + + + + +but it was too much for me. Even the machete was no good - I couldn't swing it +freely or it would have slashed Frank to pieces. So I saw those monstrous coils +tighten - saw poor Frank crushed to death before my eyes - and all the time that +awful faint howling came from somewhere beyond the fields. + +"'That's all. I pulled the velvet cloth over the picture and hope it'll never be +lifted. The thing must be burnt. I couldn't pry the coils off poor, dead Frank - +they cling to him like a leach, and seem to have lost their motion altogether. It's +as if that snaky rope of hair has a kind of perverse fondness for the man it killed - +it's clinging to him - embracing him. You'll have to burn poor Frank with it - but +for God's sake don't forget to see it in ashes. That and the picture. They must +both go. The safety of the world demands that they go. + +"Denis might have whispered more, but a fresh burst of distant wailing cut us +short. For the first time we knew what it was, for a westerly veering wind +brought articulate words at last. We ought to have known long before, since +sounds much like it had often come from the same source. It was wrinkled +Sophonisba, the ancient Zulu witch-woman who had fawned on Marceline, +keening from her cabin in a way which crowned the horrors of this nightmare +tragedy. We could both hear some of the things she howled, and knew that secret +and primordial bonds linked this savage sorceress with that other inheritor of +elder secrets who had just been extirpated. Some of the words she used betrayed +her closeness to daemonic and palaeogean traditions. + +"'la! la! Shub-Niggurath! Ya-R'lyeh! N'gagi n'bulu bwana n'lolo! Ya, yo, poor +Missy Tanit, poor Missy Isis! Marse Clooloo, come up outen de water an' git yo +chile - she done daid! She done daid! De hair ain' got no missus no mo', Marse +Clooloo. or Sophy, she know! OF Sophy, she done got de black stone outen Big +Zimbabwe in ol' Affriky! Ol' Sophy, she done dance in de moonshine roun' de +crocodile-stone befo' de N'bangus cotch her and sell her to de ship folks! No mo' +Tanit! No mo' Isis! No mo' witch-woman to keep de fire a-goin' in de big stone +place! Ya, yo! N'gagi n'bulu bwana n'lolo! la! Shub-Niggurath! She daid! OF +Sophy know!' + +"That wasn't the end of the wailing, but it was all I could pay attention to. The +expression on my boy's face shewed that it had reminded him of something +frightful, and the tightening of his hand on the machete boded no good. I knew +he was desperate, and sprang to disarm him before he could do anything more. + +"But I was too late. An old man with a bad spine doesn't count for much +physically. There was a terrible struggle, but he had done for himself before +many seconds were over. I'm not sure yet but that he tried to kill me, too. His last + + + + +panting words were something about the need of wiping out everything that had +been connected with Marcehne, either by blood or marriage." + + +"I wonder to this day that I didn't go stark mad in that instant - or in the +moments and hours afterward. In front of me was the slain body of my boy - the +only human being I had to cherish - and ten feet away, in front of that shrouded +easel, was the body of his best friend, with a nameless coil of horror wound +around it. Below was the scalped corpse of that she-monster, about whom I was +half-ready to believe anything. I was too dazed to analyse the probability of the +hair story - and even if I had not been, that dismal howling coming from Aunt +Sophy's cabin would have been enough to quiet doubt for the nonce. + +"If I'd been wise, I'd have done just what poor Denis told me to - burned the +picture and the body-grasping hair at once and without curiosity - but I was too +shaken to be wise. I suppose I muttered foolish things over my boy - and then I +remembered that the night was wearing on and that the servants would be back +in the morning. It was plain that a matter like this could never be explained, and +I knew that I must cover things up and invent a story. + +"That coil of hair around Marsh was a monstrous thing. As I poked at it with a +sword which I took from the wall I almost thought I felt it tighten its grip on the +dead man. I didn't dare touch it - and the longer I looked at it the more horrible +things I noticed about it. One thing gave me a start. I won't mention it - but it +partly explained the need for feeding the hair with queer oils as Marceline had +always done. + +"In the end I decided to bury all three bodies in the cellar - with quicklime, which +I knew we had in the storehouse. It was a night of hellish work. I dug three +graves - my boy's a long way from the other two, for I didn't want him to be near +either the woman's body or her hair. I was sorry I couldn't get the coil from +around poor marsh. It was terrible work getting them all down to the cellar. I +used blankets in carting the woman and the poor devil with the coil around him. +Then I had to get two barrels of lime from the storehouse. God must have given +me strength, for I not only moved them but filled all three graves without a hitch. + +"Some of the lime I made into whitewash. I had to take a stepladder and fix over +the parlour ceiling where the blood had oozed through. And I burned nearly +everything in Marceline's room, scrubbing the walls and floor and heavy +furniture. I washed up the attic studio, too, and the trail and footprints that led +there. And all the time I could hear old Sophy's wailing in the distance. The devil +must have been in that creature to let her voice go on like that. But she always + + + + +was howling queer things. That's why the field niggers didn't get scared or +curious that night. I locked the studio door and took the key to my room. Then I +burned all my stained clothes in the fireplace. By dawn the whole house looked +quite normal so far as any casual eye could tell. I hadn't dared touch the covered +easel, but meant to attend to that later. + +"Well, the servants came back the next day, and I told them all the young folks +had gone to St. Louis. None of the field hands seemed to have seen or heard +anything, and old Sophonisba's wailing had stopped at the instant of sunrise. +She was like a sphinx after that, and never let out a word of what had been on +her brooding brain the day and night before. + +"Later on I pretended that Denis and Marsh and Marceline had gone back to +Paris and had a certain discreet agency mail me letters from there - letters I had +fixed up in forged handwriting. It took a good deal of deceit and reticence in +several things to various friends, and I knew people have secretly suspected me +of holding something back. I had the deaths of Marsh and Denis reported during +the war, and later said Marceline had entered a convent. Fortunately Marsh was +an orphan whose eccentric ways had alienated him from his people in Louisiana. +Things might have been patched up a good deal better for me if I had had the +sense to burn the picture, sell the plantation, and give up trying to manage things +with a shaken and overstrained mind. You see what my folly has brought me to. +Failing crops - hands discharged one by one - place falling apart to ruin - and +myself a hermit and a target for dozens of queer countryside stories. Nobody will +come around here after dark anymore - or any other time if it can be helped. +That's why I knew you must be a stranger. + +"And why do I stay here? I can't wholly tell you that. It's bound up too closely +with things at the very rim of sane reality. It wouldn't have been so, perhaps, if I +hadn't looked at the picture. I ought to have done as poor Denis told me. I +honestly meant to burn it when I went up to that locked studio a week after the +horror, but I looked first - and that changed everything. + +"No - there's no use telling what I saw. You can, in a way, see for yourself +presently; though time and dampness have done their work. I don't think it can +hurt you if you want to take a look, but it was different with me. I knew too +much of what it all meant. + +"Denis had been right - it was the greatest triumph of human art since +Rembrandt, even though still unfinished. I grasped that at the start, and knew +that poor Marsh had justified his decadent philosophy. He was to painting what +Baudelaire was to poetry - and Marceline was the key that had unlocked his +inmost stronghold of genius. + + + + +"The thing almost stunned me when I pulled aside the hangings - stunned me +before I half knew what the whole thing was. You know, it's only partly a +portrait. Marsh had been pretty literal when he hinted that he wasn't painting +Marceline alone, but what he saw through her and beyond her. + +"Of course she was in it - was the key to it, in a sense - but her figure only formed +one point in a vast composition. She was nude except for that hideous web of +hair spun around her, and was half-seated, half- reclining on a sort of bench or +divan, carved in patterns unlike those of any known decorative tradition. There +was a monstrously shaped goblet in one hand, from which was spilling fluid +whose colour I haven't been able to place or classify to this day - I don't know +where Marsh even got the pigments. + +"The figure and the divan were in the left-hand foreground of the strangest sort +of scene I ever saw in my life. I think there was a faint suggestion of its all being a +kind of emanation from the woman's brain, yet there was also a directly opposite +suggestion - as if she were just an evil image or hallucination conjured up by the +scene itself. + +"I can't tell you know whether it's an exterior or an interior - whether those +hellish Cyclopean vaultings are seen from the outside or the inside, or whether +they are indeed carven stone and not merely a morbid fungous arborescence. The +geometry of the whole thing is crazy - one gets the acute and obtuse angles all +mixed up. + +"And God! The shapes of nightmare that float around in that perpetual daemon +twilight! The blasphemies that lurk and leer and hold a Witches' Sabbat with that +woman as a high-priestess! The black shaggy entities that are not quite goats - +the crocodile-headed beast with three legs and a dorsal row of tentacles - and the +flat-nosed aegipans dancing in a pattern that Egypt's priests knew and called +accursed! + +"But the scene wasn't Egypt - it was behind Egypt; behind even Atlantis; behind +fabled Mu, and myth- whispered Lemuria. It was the ultimate fountainhead of +all horror on this earth, and the symbolism shewed only too clearly how integral +a part of it Marceline was. I think it must be the unmentionable R'lyeh, that was +not built by any creatures of this planet - the thing Marsh and Denis used to talk +about in the shadows with hushed voices. In the picture it appears that the whole +scene is deep under water - though everybody seems to be breathing freely. + +"Well - I couldn't do anything but look and shudder, and finally I saw that +Marceline was watching me craftily out of those monstrous, dilated eyes on the +canvas. It was no mere superstition - Marsh had actually caught something of her + + + + +horrible vitality in his symphonies of line and color, so that she still brooded and +hated, just as if most of her weren't down in the cellar under quicklime. And it +was worst of al when some of those Hecate-born snaky strands of hair began to +lift themselves up from the surface and grope out into the room toward me. + +"Then it was that I knew the last final horror, and realised I was a guardian and a +prisoner forever, she was the thing from which the first dim legends of Medusa +and the Gorgons had sprung, and something in my shaken will had been +captured and turned to stone at last. Never again would I be safe from those +coiling snaky strands - the strands in the picture, and those that lay brooding +under the lime near the wine casks. All too late I recalled the tales of the virtual +indestructibility, even through centuries of burial, of the hair of the dead. + +"My life since has been nothing but horror and slavery. Always there had lurked +the fear of what broods down in the cellar. In less than a month the niggers +began whispering about the great black snake that crawled around near the wine +casks after dark, and about the curious way its trail would lead to another spot +six feet away. Finally I had to move everything to another part of the cellar, for +not a darky could be induced to go near the place where the snake was seen. + +"Then the field hands began talking about the black snake that visited old +Sophonisba's cabin every night after midnight. One of them shewed me its trail - +and not long afterward I found out that Aunt Sophy herself had begun to pay +strange visits to the cellar of the big house, lingering and muttering for hours in +the very spot where none of the other blacks would go near. God, but I was glad +when that old witch died! I honestly believe she had been a priestess of some +ancient and terrible tradition back in Africa. She must have lived to be almost a +hundred and fifty years old. + +"Sometimes I think I hear something gliding around the house at night. There +will be a queer noise on the stairs, where the boards are loose, and the latch of +my room will rattle as if with an inward pressure. I always keep my door locked, +of course. Then there are certain mornings when I seem to catch a sickish musty +odour in the corridors, and notice a faint, ropy trail through the dust of the +floors. I know I must guard the hair in the picture, for if anything were to happen +to it, there are entities in this house which would take a sure and terrible +revenge. I don't even dare to die - for life and death are all one to those in the +clutch of what came out of R'lyeh. Something would be on hand to punish my +neglect. Medusa's coil has got me, and it will always be the same. Never mix up +with secret and ultimate horror, young man, if you value your immortal soul." + + +As the old man finished his story I saw that the small lamp had long since +burned dry, and that the large one was nearly empty. It must, I knew, be near +dawn, and my ears told me that the storm was over. The tale had held me in a +half-daze, and I almost feared to glance at the door lest it reveal an inward +pressure from some unnamable source. It would be hard to say which had the +greatest hold on me - stark horror, incredulity, or a kind of morbid fantastic +curiosity. I was wholly beyond speech and had to wait for my strange host to +break the spell. + +"Do you want to see - the thing?" + +His voice was low and hesitant, and I saw he was tremendously in earnest. Of +my various emotions, curiosity gained the upper hand; and I nodded silently. He +rose, lighting a candle on a nearby table and holding it high before him as he +opened the door. + +"Come with me - upstairs." + +I dreaded to brave those musty corridors again, but fascination downed all my +qualms. The boards creaked beneath our feet, and I trembled once when I +thought I saw a faint, rope-like line trace in the dust near the staircase. + +The steps of the attic were noisy and rickety, with several of the treads missing. I +was just glad of the need of looking sharply to my footing, for it gave me an +excuse not to glance about. The attic corridor was pitch-black and heavily +cobwebbed, and inch-deep with dust except where a beaten trail led to a door on +the left at the farther end. As I noticed the rotting remains of a thick carpet I +thought of the other feet which had pressed it in bygone decades - of these, and +of one thing which did not have feet. + +The old man took me straight to the door at the end of the beaten path, and +fumbled a second with the rusty latch. I was acutely frightened know that I knew +the picture was so close, yet dared not retreat at this stage. In another moment +my host was ushering me into the deserted studio. + +The candle light was very faint, yet served to shew most of the principal features. +I noticed the low, slanting roof, the huge enlarged dormer, the curios and +trophies hung on the wall - and most of all, the great shrouded easel in the centre +of the floor. To that easel de Russy now walked, drawing aside the dusty velvet +hangings on the side turned away from me, and motioning me silently to +approach. It took a good deal of courage to make me obey, especially when I saw +how my guide's eyes dilated in the wavering candle light as he looked at the + + + + +unveiled canvas. But again curiosity conquered everything, and I walked around +to where de Russy stood. Then I saw the damnable thing. + +I did not faint - though no reader can possibly realise the effort it took to keep me +from doing so. I did cry out, but stopped short when I saw the frightened look on +the old man's face, as I had expected, the canvas was warped, mouldy, and +scabrous from dampness and neglect; but for all that I could trace the monstrous +hints of evil cosmic outsideness that lurked all through the nameless scene's +morbid content and perverted geometry. + +It was as the old man had said - a vaulted, columned hell of mungled Black +Masses and Witches' Sabbaths - and what perfect completion could have added +to it was beyond my power to guess. Decay had only increased the utter +hideousness of its wicked symbolism and diseased suggestion, for the parts most +affected by time were just those parts of the picture which in Nature - or in the +extra-cosmic realm that mocked Nature - would be apt to decay and disintegrate. + +The utmost horror of all, of course, was Marceline - and as I saw the bloated, +discoloured flesh I formed the odd fancy that perhaps the figure on the canvas +had some obscure, occult linkage with the figure which lay in quicklime under +the cellar floor. Perhaps the lime had preserved the corpse instead of destroying +it - but could it have preserved those black, malign eyes that glared and mocked +at me from their painted hell? + +And there was something else about the creature which I could not fail to notice - +something which de Russy had not been able to put into words, but which +perhaps had something to do with Denis' wish to kill all those of his blood who +had dwelt under the same roof with her. Whether Marsh knew, or whether the +genius in him painted it without his knowing, none could say. But Denis and his +father could not have known till they saw the picture. + +Surpassing all in horror was the streaming black hair - which covered the rotting +body, but which was itself not even slightly decayed. All I had heard of it was +amply verified. It was nothing human, this ropy, sinuous, half-oily, half-crinkly +flood of serpent darkness. Vile, independent life proclaimed itself at every +unnatural twist and convolution, and the suggestion of numberless reptilian +heads at the out-turned ends was far too marked to be illusory or accidental. + +The blasphemous thing held me like a magnet. I was helpless, and did not +wonder at the myth of the gorgon's glance which turned all beholders to stone. +Then I thought I saw a change come over the thing. The leering features +perceptibly moved, so that the rotting jaw fell, allowing the thick, beast-like lips +to disclose a row of pointed yellow fangs. The pupils of the fiendish eyes dilated. + + + + +and the eyes themselves seemed to bulge outward. And the hair - that accursed +hair! It had begun to rustle and wave perceptibly, the snake-heads all turning +toward de Russy and vibrating as if to strike! + +Reason deserted me altogether, and before I knew what I was doing I drew my +automatic and sent a shower of twelve steel-jacketed bullets through the +shocking canvas. The whole thing at once fell to pieces, even the frame toppling +from the easel and clattering to the dust-covered floor. But though this horror +was shattered, another had risen before me in the form of de Russy himself, +whose maddened shrieks as he saw the picture vanish were almost as terrible as +the picture itself had been. + +With a half-articulate scream of "God, now you've done it!" the frantic old man +seized me violently by the arm and commenced to drag me out of the room and +down the rickety stairs. He had dropped the candle in his panic; but dawn was +near, and some faint grey light was filtering in through the dust-covered +windows. I tripped and stumbled repeatedly, but never for a moment would my +guide slacken his pace. + +"Run!" he shrieked, "run for your life! You don't know what you've done! I +never told you the whole thing! There were things I had to do - the picture talked +to me and told me. I had to guard and keep it - now the worst will happen! She +and that hair will come up out of their graves, for God knows what purpose! + +"Hurry, man! For God's sake let's get out of here while there's time. If you have a +car take me along to Cape Girardeau with you. It may well get me in the end, +anywhere, but I'll give it a run for its money. Out of here - quick!" + +As we reached the ground floor I became aware of a slow, curious thumping +from the rear of the house, followed by a sound of a door shutting. De Russy had +not heard the thumping, but the other noise caught his ear and drew from him +the most terrible shriek that ever sounded in human throat. + +"Oh, God - great God - that was the cellar door - she's coming - " + +By this time I was desperately wrestling with the rusty latch and sagging hinges +of the great front door - almost as frantic as my host now that I heard the slow, +thumping tread approaching from the unknown rear rooms of the accursed +mansion. The night's rain had warped the oaken planks, and the heavy door +stuck and resisted even more strongly than it had when I forced an entrance the +evening before. + + + + +Somewhere a plank creaked beneath the foot of whatever was walking, and the +sound seemed to snap the last cord of sanity in the poor old man. With a roar like +that of a maddened bull he released his grip on me and made a plunge to the +right, through the open door of a room which I judged had been a parlour. A +second later, just as I got the front door open and was making my own escape, I +heard the tinkling clatter of broken glass and knew he had leapt through a +window. And as I bounded off the sagging porch to commence my mad race +down the long, weed-grown drive I thought I could catch the thud of dead, +dogged footsteps which did not follow me, but which kept leadenly on through +the door of the cobwebbed parlour. + +I looked backward only twice as I plunged heedlessly through the burrs and +briers of that abandoned drive, past the dying lindens and grotesque scrub-oaks, +in the grey pallor of a cloudy November dawn. The first time was when an acrid +smell overtook me, and I thought of the candle de Russy had dropped in the attic +studio. By then I was comfortably near the road, on the high place from which +the roof of the distant house was clearly visible above its encircling trees; and just +as I expected, thick clouds of smoke were billowing out of the attic dormers and +curling upward into the leaden heavens. I thanked the powers of creation that an +immemorial curse was about to be purged by fire and blotted from the earth. + +But in the next instant came that second backward look in which I glimpsed two +other things - things that cancelled most of the relief and gave me a supreme +shock from which I shall never recover. I have said that I was on a high part of +the drive, from which much of the plantation behind me was visible. This vista +included not only the house and its trees but some of the abandoned and partly +flooded land beside the river, and several bends of the weed-choked drive I had +been so hastily traversing. In both of these latter places 1 1 now beheld sights - or +suspicions of sights - which I wish devoutly I could deny. It was a faint, distant +scream which made me turn back again, and as I did so I caught a trace of +motion on the dull grey marshy plain behind the house. At that human figures +are very small, yet I thought the motion resolved itself into two of these - pursuer +and pursued. I even thought I saw the dark-clothed leading figure overtaken, +seized, and dragged violently in the direction of the now burning house. + +But I could not watch the outcome, for at once a nearer sight obtruded itself - a +suggestion of motion among the underbrush at a point some distance back along +the deserted drive. Unmistakably, the weeds and bushes and briers were +swaying as no wind could sway them; swaying as if some large, swift serpent +were wriggling purposefully along on the ground in pursuit of me. + +That was all I could stand. I scrambled along madly for the gate, heedless of torn +clothing and bleeding scratches, and jumped into the roadster parked under the + + + + +great evergreen tree. It was a bedraggled, rain- drenched sight; but the works +were unharmed and I had no trouble in starting the thing. I went on blindly in +the direction the car was headed for; nothing was in my mind but to get away +from that frightful region of nightmares and cacodaemons - to get away as +quickly and as far as gasoline could take me. + +About three or four miles along the road a farmer hailed me - a kindly, drawling +fellow of middle age and considerable native intelligence. I was glad to slow +down and ask directions, though I knew I must present a strange enough aspect. +The man readily told me the way to Cape Girardeau, and inquired where I had +come from in such a state at such an early hour. Thinking it best to say little, I +merely mentioned that I had been caught in the night's rain and had taken +shelter at a nearby farmhouse, afterward losing my way in the underbrush trying +to find my car. + +"At a farmhouse, eh? Wonder whose it could'a been. Ain't nothin' standin' this +side o' Jim Ferris' place acrost Barker's Crick, an' that's all o' twenty miles by the +rud." + +I gave a start, and wondered what fresh mystery this portended. Then I asked +my informant if he had overlooked the large ruined plantation house whose +ancient gate bordered the road not far back. + +"Funny ye sh'd recoUeck that, stranger! Must a ben here afore some time. But +that house ain't here now. Burnt down five or six years ago - and they did tell +some queer stories about it." + +I shuddered. + +"You mean Riverside - ol' man de Russy's place. Queer goin's on there fifteen or +twenty years ago. Ol' man's boy married a gal from abroad, and some folks +thought she was a mighty odd sort. Didn't like the looks of her. then she and the +boy went off sudden, and later on the ol' man said he was kilt in the war. But +some o' the niggers hinted queer things. Got around at last that the ol' fellow fell +in love with the gal himself and kilt her and the boy. That place was sure enough +haunted by a black snake, mean that what it may. + +"Then five or six years ago the ol' man disappeared and the house burned down. +Some do say he was burnt up in it. It was a mornin' after a rainy night just like +this, when lots o' folks heard an awful yellin' across the fields in old de Russy's +voice. When they stopped and looked, they see the house goin' up in smoke +quick as a wink - that place was all like tinder anyhow, rain or no rain. Nobody + + + + +never seen the ol' man again, but onct in a while they tell of the ghost of that big +black snake glidin' aroun'. + +"What d'ye make of it, anyhow? You seem to hev knowed the place. Didn't ye +ever hear tell of the de Russys? What d'ye reckon was the trouble with that gal +young Denis married? She kinder made everybody shiver and feel hateful, +though ye' couldn't never tell why." + +I was trying to think, but that process was almost beyond me now. The house +burned down years ago? Then where, and under what conditions, had I passed +the night? And why did I know what I knew of these things? Even as I pondered +I saw a hair on my coat sleeve - the short, grey hair of an old man. + +In the end I drove on without telling anything. But did I hint that gossip was +wronging the poor old planter who had suffered so much. I made it clear - as if +from distant but authentic reports wafted among friends - that if anyone was to +blame for the trouble at Riverside it was the woman, Marceline. She was not +suited to Missouri ways, I said, and it was too bad that Denis had ever married +her. + +More I did not intimate, for I felt that the de Russys, with their proudly cherished +honour and high, sensitive spirits, would not wish me to say more. They had +borne enough, God knows, without the countryside guessing what a daemon of +the pit - what a gorgon of the elder blasphemies - had come to flaunt their +ancient and stainless name. + +Nor was it right that the neighbours should know that other horror which my +strange host of the night could not bring himself to tell me - that horror which he +must have learned, as I learned it, from details in the lost masterpiece of poor +Frank Marsh. + +It would be too hideous if they knew that the one-time heiress of Riverside - the +accursed gorgon or lamia whose hateful crinkly coil of serpent-hair must even +now be brooding and twining vampirically around an artist's skeleton in a lime- +packed grave beneath a charred foundation - was faintly, subtly, yet to the eyes +of genius unmistakably the scion of Zimbabwe's most primal grovellers. No +wonder she owned a link with that old witch-woman - for, though in deceitfully +slight proportion, Marceline was a negress. + + + + +Out of the Aeons - with Hazel Heald + +Written 1933 + +(Ms. found among the effects of the late Richard H. Johnson, Ph.D., curator of the +Cabot Museum of Archaeology, Boston, Mass.) + +It is not likely that anyone in Boston - or any alert reader elsewhere - will ever +forget the strange affair of the Cabot Museum. The newspaper publicity given to +that hellish mummy, the antique and terrible rumours vaguely linked with it, the +morbid wave of interest and cult activities during 1932, and the frightful fate of +the two intruders on December 1st of that year, all combined to form one of those +classic mysteries which go down for generations as folklore and become the +nuclei of whole cycles of horrific speculation. + +Everyone seems to realise, too, that something very vital and unutterably +hideous was suppressed in the public accounts of the culminant horrors. Those +first disquieting hints as to the condition of one of the two bodies were dismissed +and ignored too abruptly - nor were the singular modifications in the mummy +given the following-up which their news value would normally prompt. It also +struck people as queer that the mummy was never restored to its case. In these +days of expert taxidermy the excuse that its disintegrating condition made +exhibition impracticable seemed a peculiarly lame one. + +As curator of the museum I am in a position to reveal all the suppressed facts, +but this I shall not do during my lifetime. There are things about the world and +universe which it is better for the majority not to know, and I have not departed +from the opinion in which all of us - museum staff, physicians, reporters, and +police - concurred at the period of the horror itself. At the same time it seems +proper that a matter of such overwhelming scientific and historic importance +should not remain wholly unrecorded - hence this account which I have +prepared for the benefit of serious students. I shall place it among various papers +to be examined after my death, leaving its fate to the discretion of my executors. +Certain threats and unusual events during the past weeks have led me to believe +that my life - as well as that of other museum officials - is in some peril through +the enmity of several widespread secret cults of Asiatics, Polynesians, and +heterogeneous mystical devotees; hence it is possible that the work of the +executors may not be long postponed. [Executor's note: Dr. Johnson died +suddenly and rather mysteriously of heart-failure on April 22, 1933. Wentworth +Moore, taxidermist of the museum, disappeared around the middle of the +preceding month. On February 18 of the same year Dr. William Minot, who + + + + +superintended a dissection connected with the case, was stabbed in the back, +dying the following day.] + +The real beginning of the horror, I suppose, was in 1879 - long before my term as +curator - when the museum acquired that ghastly, inexplicable mummy from the +Orient Shipping Company. Its very discovery was monstrous and menacing, for +it came from a crypt of unknown origin and fabulous antiquity on a bit of land +suddenly upheaved from the Pacific's floor. + +On May 11, 1878, Capt. Charles Weatherbee of the freighter Eridanus, bound +from Wellington, New Zealand, to Valparaiso, Chile, had sighted a new island +unmarked on any chart and evidently of volcanic origin. It projected quite boldly +out of the sea in the form of a truncated cone. A landing-party under Capt. +Weatherbee noted evidences of long submersion on the rugged slopes which +they climbed, while at the summit there were signs of recent destruction, as by +an earthquake. Among the scattered rubble were massive stones of manifestly +artificial shaping, and a little examination disclosed the presence of some of that +prehistoric Cyclopean masonry found on certain Pacific islands and forming a +perpetual archaeological puzzle. + +Finally the sailors entered a massive stone crypt - judged to have been part of a +much larger edifice, and to have originally lain far underground - in one corner +of which the frightful mummy crouched. After a short period of virtual panic, +caused partly by certain carvings on the walls, the men were induced to move +the mummy to the ship, though it was only with fear and loathing that they +touched it. Close to the body, as if once thrust into its clothes, was a cylinder of +an unknown metal containing a roll of thin, bluish- white membrane of equally +unknown nature, inscribed with peculiar characters in a greyish, indeterminable +pigment. In the centre of the vast stone floor was a suggestion of a trap-door, but +the party lacked apparatus sufficiently powerful to move it. + +The Cabot Museum, then newly established, saw the meagre reports of the +discovery and at once took steps to acquire the mummy and the cylinder. +Curator Pickman made a personal trip to Valparaiso and outfitted a schooner to +search for the crypt where the thing had been found, though meeting with failure +in this matter. At the recorded position of the island nothing but the sea's +unbroken expanse could be discerned, and the seekers realised that the same +seismic forces which had suddenly thrust the island up had carried it down +again to the watery darkness where it had brooded for untold aeons. The secret +of that immovable trap-door would never be solved. The mummy and the +cylinder, however, remained - and the former was placed on exhibition early in +November, 1879, in the museum's hall of mummies. + + + + +The Cabot Museum of Archaeology, which speciahses in such remnants of +ancient and unknown civihsations as do not fall within the domain of art, is a +small and scarcely famous institution, though one of high standing in scientific +circles. It stands in the heart of Boston's exclusive Beacon Hill district - in Mt. +Vernon Street, near Joy - housed in a former private mansion with an added +wing in the rear, and was a source of pride to its austere neighbours until the +recent terrible events brought it an undesirable notoriety. The hall of mummies +on the western side of the original mansion (which was designed by Bulfinch +and erected in 1819), on the second floor, is justly esteemed by historians and +anthropologists as harbouring the greatest collection of its kind in America. Here +may be found typical examples of Egyptian embalming from the earliest +Sakkarah specimens to the last Coptic attempts of the eighth century; mummies +of other cultures, including the prehistoric Indian specimens recently found in +the Aleutian Islands; agonised Pompeian figures moulded in plaster from tragic +hollows in the ruin choking ashes; naturally mummified bodies from mines and +other excavations in all parts of the earth - some surprised by their terrible +entombment in the grotesque postures caused by their last, tearing death-throes - +everything, in short, which any collection of the sort could well be expected to +contain. In 1879, of course, it was much less ample than it is now; yet even then it +was remarkable. But that shocking thing from the primal Cyclopean crypt on an +ephemeral sea-spawned island was always its chief attraction and most +impenetrable mystery. + +The mummy was that of a medium-sized man of unknown race, and was cast in +a peculiar crouching posture. The face, half shielded by claw -like hands, had its +under jaw thrust far forward, while the shrivelled features bore an expression of +fright so hideous that few spectators could view them unmoved. The eyes were +closed, with lids clamped down tightly over eyeballs apparently bulging and +prominent. Bits of hair and beard remained, and the colour of the whole was a +sort of dull neutral grey. In texture the thing was half leathery and half stony, +forming an insoluble enigma to those experts who sought to ascertain how it was +embalmed. In places bits of its substance were eaten away by time and decay. +Rags of some peculiar fabric, with suggestions of unknown designs, still clung to +the object. + +Just what made it so infinitely horrible and repulsive one could hardly say. For +one thing, there was a subtle, indefinable sense of limitless antiquity and utter +alienage which affected one like a view from the brink of a monstrous abyss of +unplumbed blackness - but mostly it was the expression of crazed fear on the +puckered, prognathous, half-shielded face. Such a symbol of infinite, inhuman, +cosmic fright could not help communicating the emotion to the beholder amidst +a disquieting cloud of mystery and vain conjecture. + + + + +Among the discriminating few who frequented the Cabot Museum this reHc of +an elder, forgotten world soon acquired an unholy fame, though the institution's +seclusion and quiet policy prevented it from becoming a popular sensation of the +"Cardiff Giant" sort. In the last century the art of vulgar ballyhoo had not +invaded the field of scholarship to the extent it has now succeeded in doing. +Naturally, savants of various kinds tried their best to classify the frightful object, +though always without success. Theories of a bygone Pacific civilisation, of +which the Easter Island images and the megalithic masonry of Ponape and Nan- +Matol are conceivable vestiges, were freely circulated among students, and +learned journals carried varied and often conflicting speculations on a possible +former continent whose peaks survive as the myriad islands of Melanesia and +Polynesia. The diversity in dates assigned to the hypothetical vanished culture - +or continent - was at once bewildering and amusing; yet some surprisingly +relevant allusions were found in certain myths of Tahiti and other islands. + +Meanwhile the strange cylinder and its baffling scroll of unknown hieroglyphs, +carefully preserved in the museum library, received their due share of attention. +No question could exist as to their association with the mummy; hence all +realised that in the unravelling of their mystery the mystery of the shrivelled +horror would in all probability be unravelled as well. The cylinder, about four +inches long by seven-eighths of an inch in diameter, was of a queerly iridescent +metal utterly defying chemical analysis and seemingly impervious to all +reagents. It was tightly fitted with a cap of the same substance, and bore +engraved figurings of an evidently decorative and possibly symbolic nature - +conventional designs which seemed to follow a peculiarly alien, paradoxical, and +doubtfully describable system of geometry. + +Not less mysterious was the scroll it contained - a neat roll of some thin, bluish- +white, unanalysable membrane, coiled round a slim rod of metal like that of the +cylinder, and unwinding to a length of some two feet. The large, bold +hieroglyphs, extending in a narrow line down the centre of the scroll and penned +or painted with a grey pigment defying analysts, resembled nothing known to +linguists and palaeographers, and could not be deciphered despite the +transmission of photographic copies to every living expert in the given field. + +It is true that a few scholars, unusually versed in the literature of occultism and +magic, found vague resemblances between some of the hieroglyphs and certain +primal symbols described or cited in two or three very ancient, obscure, and +esoteric texts such as the Book of Eibon, reputed to descend from forgotten +Hyperborea; the Pnakotic fragments, alleged to be pre-human; and the +monstrous and forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. +None of these resemblances, however, was beyond dispute; and because of the +prevailing low estimation of occult studies, no effort was made to circulate + + + + +copies of the hieroglyphs among mystical specialists. Had such circulation +occurred at this early date, the later history of the case might have been very +different; indeed, a glance at the hieroglyphs by any reader of von Junzt's +horrible Nameless Cults would have established a linkage of unmistakable +significance. At this period, however, the readers of that monstrous blasphemy +were exceedingly few; copies having been incredibly scarce in the interval +between the suppression of the original Dusseldorf edition (1839) and of the +Bridewell translation (1845) and the publication of the expurgated reprint by the +Golden Goblin Press in 1909. Practically speaking, no occultist or student of the +primal past's esoteric lore had his attention called to the strange scroll until the +recent outburst of sensational journalism which precipitated the horrible climax. + +II. + +Thus matters glided along for a half-century following the installation of the +frightful mummy at the museum. The gruesome object had a local celebrity +among cultivated Bostonians, but no more than that; while the very existence of +the cylinder and scroll - after a decade of futile research - was virtually forgotten. +So quiet and conservative was the Cabot Museum that no reporter or feature +writer ever thought of invading its uneventful precincts for rabble-tickling +material. + +The invasion of ballyhoo commenced in the spring of 1931, when a purchase of +somewhat spectacular nature - that of the strange objects and inexplicably +preserved bodies found in crypts beneath the almost vanished and evilly famous +ruins of Chateau Faussesflammes, in Averoigne, France - brought the museum +prominently into the news columns. True to its "hustling" policy, the Boston +Pillar sent a Sunday feature writer to cover the incident and pad it with an +exaggerated general account of the institution itself; and this young man - Stuart +Reynolds by name - hit upon the nameless mummy as a potential sensation far +surpassing the recent acquisitions nominally forming his chief assignment. A +smattering of theosophical lore, and a fondness for the speculations of such +writers as Colonel Churchward and Lewis Spence concerning lost continents and +primal forgotten civilisations, made Reynolds especially alert toward any +aeonian relic like the unknown mummy. + +At the museum the reporter made himself a nuisance through constant and not +always intelligent questionings and endless demands for the movement of +encased objects to permit photographs from unusual angles. In the basement +library room he pored endlessly over the strange metal cylinder and its +membraneous scroll, photographing them from every angle and securing +pictures of every bit of the weird hieroglyphed text. He likewise asked to see all +books with any bearing whatever on the subject of primal cultures and sunken + + + + +continents - sitting for three hours taking notes, and leaving only in order to +hasten to Cambridge for a sight (if permission were granted) of the abhorred and +forbidden Necronomicon at the Widener Library. + +On April 5th the article appeared in the Sunday Pillar, smothered in photographs +of mummy, cylinder, and hieroglyphed scroll, and couched in the peculiarly +simpering, infantile style which the Pillar affects for the benefit of its vast and +mentally immature clientele. Full of inaccuracies, exaggerations, and +sensationalism, it was precisely the sort of thing to stir the brainless and fickle +interest of the herd - and as a result the once quiet museum began to be swarmed +with chattering and vacuously staring throngs such as its stately corridors had +never known before. + +There were scholarly and intelligent visitors, too, despite the puerility of the +article - the pictures had spoken for themselves - and many persons of mature +attainments sometimes see the Pillar by accident. I recall one very strange +character who appeared during November - a dark, turbaned, and bushily +bearded man with a laboured, unnatural voice, curiously expressionless face, +clumsy hands covered with absurd white mittens, who gave a squalid West End +address and called himself "Swami Chandraputra". This fellow was +unbelievably erudite in occult lore and seemed profoundly and solemnly moved +by the resemblance of the hieroglyphs on the scroll to certain signs and symbols +of a forgotten elder world about which he professed vast intuitive knowledge. + +By June, the fame of the mummy and scroll had leaked far beyond Boston, and +the museum had inquiries and requests for photographs from occultists and +students of arcana all over the world. This was not altogether pleasing to our +staff, since we are a scientific institution without sympathy for fantastic +dreamers; yet we answered all questions with civility. One result of these +catechisms was a highly learned article in The Occult Review by the famous New +Orleans mystic Etienne-Laurent de Marigny, in which was asserted the complete +identity of some of the odd geometrical designs on the iridescent cylinder, and of +several of the hieroglyphs on the membraneous scroll, with certain ideographs of +horrible significance (transcribed from primal monoliths or from the secret +rituals of hidden bands of esoteric students and devotees) reproduced in the +hellish and suppressed Black Book or Nameless Cults of von Junzt. + +De Marigny recalled the frightful death of von Junzt in 1840, a year after the +publication of his terrible volume at Dusseldorf, and commented on his blood- +curdling and partly suspected sources of information. Above all, he emphasised +the enormous relevance of the tales with which von Junzt linked most of the +monstrous ideographs he had reproduced. That these tales, in which a cylinder +and scroll were expressly mentioned, held a remarkable suggestion of + + + + +relationship to the things at the museum, no one could deny; yet they were of +such breath-taking extravagance - involving such unbelievable sweeps of time +and such fantastic anomalies of a forgotten elder world - that one could much +more easily admire than believe them. + +Admire them the public certainly did, for copying in the press was universal. +Illustrated articles sprang up everywhere, telling or purporting to tell the legends +in the Black Book, expatiating on the horror of the mummy, comparing the +cylinder's designs and the scroll's hieroglyphs with the figures reproduced by +von Junzt, and indulging in the wildest, most sensational, and most irrational +theories and speculations. Attendance at the museum was trebled, and the +widespread nature of the interest was attested by the plethora of mail on the +subject - most of it inane and superfluous - received at the museum. Apparently +the mummy and its origin formed - for imaginative people - a close rival to the +depression as chief topic of 1931 and 1932. For my own part, the principal effect +of the furore was to make me read von Junzt's monstrous volume in the Golden +Goblin edition - a perusal which left me dizzy and nauseated, yet thankful that I +had not seen the utter infamy of the unexpurgated text. + +III. + +The archaic whispers reflected in the Black Book, and linked with designs and +symbols so closely akin to what the mysterious scroll and cylinder bore, were +indeed of a character to hold one spellbound and not a little awestruck. Leaping +an incredible gulf of time - behind all the civilisations, races, and lands we know +- they clustered round a vanished nation and a vanished continent of the misty, +fabulous dawn-years . . . that to which legend has given the name of Mu, and +which old tablets in the primal Naacal tongue speak of as flourishing 200,000 +years ago, when Europe harboured only hybrid entities, and lost Hyperborea +knew the nameless worship of black amorphous Tsathoggua. + +There was mention of a kingdom or province called K'naa in a very ancient land +where the first human people had found monstrous ruins left by those who had +dwelt there before - vague waves of unknown entities which had filtered down +from the stars and lived out their aeons on a forgotten, nascent world. K'naa was +a sacred place, since from its midst the bleak basalt cliffs of Mount Yaddith-Gho +soared starkly into the sky, topped by a gigantic fortress of Cyclopean stone, +infinitely older than mankind and built by the alien spawn of the dark planet +Yuggoth, which had colonised the earth before the birth of terrestrial life. + +The spawn of Yuggoth had perished aeons before, but had left behind them one +monstrous and terrible living thing which could never die - their hellish god or +patron daemon Ghatanothoa, which glowered and brooded eternally though + + + + +unseen in the crypts beneath that fortress on Yaddith-Gho. No human creature +had ever cHmbed Yaddith-Gho or seen that blasphemous fortress except as a +distant and geometrically abnormal outline against the sky; yet most agreed that +Ghatanothoa was still there, wallowing and burrowing in unsuspected abysses +beneath the megalithic walls. There were always those who believed that +sacrifices must be made to Ghatanothoa, lest it crawl out of its hidden abysses +and waddle horribly through the world of men as it had once waddled through +the primal world of the Yuggoth-spawn. + +People said that if no victims were offered, Ghatanothoa would ooze up to the +light of day and lumber down the basalt cliffs of Yaddith-Gho bringing doom to +all it might encounter. For no living thing could behold Ghatanothoa, or even a +perfect graven image of Ghatanothoa, however small, without suffering a change +more horrible than death itself. Sight of the god, or its image, as all the legends of +the Yuggoth- spawn agreed, meant paralysis and petrifaction of a singularly +shocking sort, in which the victim was turned to stone and leather on the outside, +while the brain within remained perpetually alive - horribly fixed and prisoned +through the ages, and maddeningly conscious of the passage of interminable +epochs of helpless inaction till chance and time might complete the decay of the +petrified shell and leave it exposed to die. Most brains, of course, would go mad +long before this aeon-deferred release could arrive. No human eyes, it was said, +had ever glimpsed Ghatanothoa, though the danger was as great now as it had +been for the Yuggoth-spawn. + +And so there was a cult in K'naa which worshipped Ghatanothoa and each year +sacrificed to it twelve young warriors and twelve young maidens. These victims +were offered up on flaming altars in the marble temple near the mountain's base, +for none dared climb Yaddith-Gho's basalt cliffs or draw near to the Cyclopean +prehuman stronghold on its crest. Vast was the power of the priests of +Ghatanothoa, since upon them alone depended the preservation of K'naa and of +all the land of Mu from the petrifying emergence of Ghatanothoa out of its +unknown burrows. + +There were in the land an hundred priests of the Dark God, under Imash-Mo the +High-Priest, who walked before King Thabon at the Nath-feast, and stood +proudly whilst the King knelt at the Dhoric shrine. Each priest had a marble +house, a chest of gold, two hundred slaves, and an hundred concubines, besides +immunity from civil law and the power of life and death over all in K'naa save +the priests of the King. Yet in spite of these defenders there was ever a fear in the +land lest Ghatanothoa slither up from the depths and lurch viciously down the +mountain to bring horror and petrification to mankind. In the latter years the +priests forbade men even to guess or imagine what its frightful aspect might be. + + + + +It was in the Year of the Red Moon (estimated as B.C. 173,148 by von Junzt) that a +human being first dared to breathe defiance against Ghatanothoa and its +nameless menace. This bold heretic was T'yog, High-Priest of Shub-Niggurath +and guardian of the copper temple of the Goat with a Thousand Young. T'yog +had thought long on the powers of the various gods, and had had strange +dreams and revelations touching the life of this and earlier worlds. In the end he +felt sure that the gods friendly to man could be arrayed against the hostile gods, +and believed that Shub-Niggurath, Nug, and Yeb, as well as Yig the Serpent-god, +were ready to take sides with man against the tyranny and presumption of +Ghatanothoa. + +Inspired by the Mother Goddess, T'yog wrote down a strange formula in the +hieratic Naacal of his order, which he believed would keep the possessor +immune from the Dark God's petrifying power. With this protection, he +reflected, it might be possible for a bold man to climb the dreaded basalt cliffs +and - first of all human beings - enter the Cyclopean fortress beneath which +Ghatanothoa reputedly brooded. Face to face with the god, and with the power +of Shub-Niggurath and her sons on his side, T'yog believed that he might be able +to bring it to terms and at last deliver mankind from its brooding menace. With +humanity freed through his efforts, there would be no limits to the honours he +might claim. All the honours of the priests of Ghatanothoa would perforce be +transferred to him; and even kingship or godhood might conceivably be within +his reach. + +So T'yog wrote his protective formula on a scroll of pthagon membrane +(according to von Junzt, the inner skin of the extinct ya-kith-lizard) and enclosed +it in a carven cylinder of lagh metal - the metal brought by the Elder Ones from +Yuggoth, and found in no mine of earth. This charm, carried in his robe, would +make him proof against the menace of Ghatanothoa - it would even restore the +Dark God's petrified victims if that monstrous entity should ever emerge and +begin its devastations. Thus he proposed to go up the shunned and man- +untrodden mountain, invade the alien-angled citadel of Cyclopean stone, and +confront the shocking devil-entity in its lair. Of what would follow, he could not +even guess; but the hope of being mankind's saviour lent strength to his will. + +He had, however, reckoned without the jealousy and self-interest of +Ghatanothoa's pampered priests. No sooner did they hear of his plan than - +fearful for their prestige and privilege in case the Daemon-God should be +dethroned - they set up a frantic clamour against the so-called sacrilege, crying +that no man might prevail against Ghatanothoa, and that any effort to seek it out +would merely provoke it to a hellish onslaught against mankind which no spell +or priestcraft could hope to avert. With those cries they hoped to turn the public +mind against T'yog; yet such was the people's yearning for freedom from + + + + +Ghatanothoa, and such their confidence in the skill and zeal of T'yog, that all the +protestations came to naught. Even the King, usually a puppet of the priests, +refused to forbid T'yog's daring pilgrimage. + +It was then that the priests of Ghatanothoa did by stealth what they could not do +openly. One night Imash- Mo, the High-Priest, stole to T'yog in his temple +chamber and took from his sleeping form the metal cylinder; silently drawing +out the potent scroll and putting in its place another scroll of great similitude, yet +varied enough to have no power against any god or daemon. When the cylinder +was slipped back into the sleeper's cloak Imash-Mo was content, for he knew +T'yog was little likely to study that cylinder's contents again. Thinking himself +protected by the true scroll, the heretic would march up the forbidden mountain +and into the Evil Presence - and Ghatanothoa, unchecked by any magic, would +take care of the rest. + +It would no longer be needful for Ghatanothoa's priests to preach against the +defiance. Let T'yog go his way and meet his doom. And secretly, the priests +would always cherish the stolen scroll - the true and potent charm - handing it +down from one High-Priest to another for use in any dim future when it might +be needful to contravene the Devil-God's will. So the rest of the night Imash-Mo +slept in great peace, with the true scroll in a new cylinder fashioned for its +harbourage. + +It was dawn on the Day of the Sky-Flames (nomenclature undefined by von +Junzt) that T'yog, amidst the prayers and chanting of the people and with King +Thabon's blessing on his head, started up the dreaded mountain with a staff of +tlath-wood in his right hand. Within his robe was the cylinder holding what he +thought to be the true charm - for he had indeed failed to find out the imposture. +Nor did he see any irony in the prayers which Imash-Mo and the other priests of +Ghatanothoa intoned for his safety and success. + +All that morning the people stood and watched as T'yog's dwindling form +struggled up the shunned basalt slope hitherto alien to men's footsteps, and +many stayed watching long after he had vanished where a perilous ledge led +round to the mountain's hidden side. That night a few sensitive dreamers +thought they heard a faint tremor convulsing the hated peak; though most +ridiculed them for the statement. Next day vast crowds watched the mountain +and prayed, and wondered how soon T'yog would return. And so the next day, +and the next. For weeks they hoped and waited, and then they wept. Nor did +anyone ever see T'yog, who would have saved mankind from fears, again. + +Thereafter men shuddered at T'yog's presumption, and tried not to think of the +punishment his impiety had met. And the priests of Ghatanothoa smiled to those + + + + +who might resent the god's will or challenge its right to the sacrifices. In later +years the ruse of Imash-Mo became known to the people; yet the knowledge +availed not to change the general feeling that Ghatanothoa were better left alone. +None ever dared to defy it again. And so the ages rolled on, and King succeeded +King, and High-Priest succeeded High-Priest, and nations rose and decayed, and +lands rose above the sea and returned into the sea. And with many millennia +decay fell upon K'naa - till at last on a hideous day of storm and thunder, terrific +rumbling, and mountain-high waves, all the land of Mu sank into the sea forever. + +Yet down the later aeons thin streams of ancient secrets trickled. In distant lands +there met together grey- faced fugitives who had survived the sea-fiend's rage, +and strange skies drank the smoke of altars reared to vanished gods and +daemons. Though none knew to what bottomless deep the sacred peak and +Cyclopean fortress of dreaded Ghatanothoa had sunk, there were still those who +mumbled its name and offered to it nameless sacrifices lest it bubble up through +leagues of ocean and shamble among men spreading horror and petrifaction. + +Around the scattered priests grew the rudiments of a dark and secret cult - secret +because the people of the new lands had other gods and devils, and thought only +evil of elder and alien ones - and within that cult many hideous things were +done, and many strange objects cherished. It was whispered that a certain line of +elusive priests still harboured the true charm against Ghatanothoa which Imash- +Mo stole from the sleeping T'yog; though none remained who could read or +understand the cryptic syllables, or who could even guess in what part of the +world the lost K'naa, the dreaded peak of Yaddith-Gho, and the titan fortress of +the Devil-God had lain. + +Though it flourished chiefly in those Pacific regions around which Mu itself had +once stretched, there were rumours of the hidden and detested cult of +Ghatanothoa in ill-fated Atlantis, and on the abhorred plateau of Leng. Von Junzt +implied its presence in the fabled subterrene kingdom of K'n-yan, and gave clear +evidence that it had penetrated Egypt, Chaldaea, Persia, China, the forgotten +Semite empires of Africa, and Mexico and Peru in the New World. That it had a +strong connexion with the witchcraft movement in Europe, against which the +bulls of popes were vainly directed, he more than strongly hinted. The West, +however, was never favourable to its growth; and public indignation - aroused +by glimpses of hideous rites and nameless sacrifices - wholly stamped out many +of its branches. In the end it became a hunted, doubly furtive underground affair +- yet never could its nucleus be quite exterminated. It always survived somehow, +chiefly in the Far East and on the Pacific Islands, where its teachings became +merged into the esoteric lore of the Polynesian Areoi. + + + + +Von Junzt gave subtle and disquieting hints of actual contact with the cult; so +that as I read I shuddered at what was rumoured about his death. He spoke of +the growth of certain ideas regarding the appearance of the Devil-God - a +creature which no human being (unless it were the too-daring T'yog, who had +never returned) had ever seen - and contrasted this habit of speculation with the +taboo prevailing in ancient Mu against any attempt to imagine what the horror +looked like. There was a peculiar tearfulness about the devotees' awed and +fascinated whispers on this subject - whispers heavy with morbid curiosity +concerning the precise nature of what T'yog might have confronted in that +frightful pre-human edifice on the dreaded and now-sunken mountains before +the end (if it was an end) finally came - and I felt oddly disturbed by the German +scholar's oblique and insidious references to this topic. + +Scarcely less disturbing were von Junzt's conjectures on the whereabouts of the +stolen scroll of cantrips against Ghatanothoa, and on the ultimate uses to which +this scroll might be put. Despite all my assurance that the whole matter was +purely mythical, I could not help shivering at the notion of a latter-day +emergence of the monstrous god, and at the picture of an humanity turned +suddenly to a race of abnormal statues, each encasing a living brain doomed to +inert and helpless consciousness for untold aeons of futurity. The old Dusseldorf +savant had a poisonous way of suggesting more than he stated, and I could +understand why his damnable book was suppressed in so many countries as +blasphemous, dangerous, and unclean. + +I writhed with repulsion, yet the thing exerted an unholy fascination; and I could +not lay it down till I had finished it. The alleged reproductions of designs and +ideographs from Mu were marvellously and startlingly like the markings on the +strange cylinder and the characters on the scroll, and the whole account teemed +with details having vague, irritating suggestions of resemblance to things +connected with the hideous mummy. The cylinder and scroll - the Pacific setting +- the persistent notion of old Capt. Weatherbee that the Cyclopean crypt where +the mummy was found had once lain under a vast building . . . somehow I was +vaguely glad that the volcanic island had sunk before that massive suggestion of +a trapdoor could be opened. + +IV. + +What I read in the Black Book formed a fiendishly apt preparation for the news +items and closer events which began to force themselves upon me in the spring +of 1932. I can scarcely recall just when the increasingly frequent reports of police +action against the odd and fantastical religious cults in the Orient and elsewhere +commenced to impress me; but by May or June I realised that there was, all over +the world, a surprising and unwonted burst of activity on the part of bizarre. + + + + +furtive, and esoteric mystical organisations ordinarily quiescent and seldom +heard from. + +It is not likely that I would have connected these reports with either the hints of +von Junzt or the popular furore over the mummy and cylinder in the museum, +but for certain significant syllables and persistent resemblances - sensationally +dwelt upon by the press - in the rites and speeches of the various secret +celebrants brought to public attention. As it was, I could not help remarking with +disquiet the frequent recurrence of a name - in various corrupt forms - which +seemed to constitute a focal point of all the cult worship, and which was +obviously regarded with a singular mixture of reverence and terror. Some of the +forms quoted were G'tanta, Tanotah, Than-Tha, Gatan, and Ktan-Tah - and it did +not require the suggestions of my now numerous occultist correspondents to +make me see in these variants a hideous and suggestive kinship to the monstrous +name rendered by von Junzt as Ghatanothoa. + +There were other disquieting features, too. Again and again the reports cited +vague, awestruck references to a "true scroll" - something on which tremendous +consequences seemed to hinge, and which was mentioned as being in the +custody of a certain "Nagob", whoever and whatever he might be. Likewise, +there was an insistent repetition of a name which sounded like Tog, Tiok, Yog, +Zob, or Yob, and which my more and more excited consciousness involuntarily +linked with the name of the hapless heretic T'yog as given in the Black Book. +This name was usually uttered in connexion with such cryptical phrases as "It is +none other than he", "He had looked upon its face", "He knows all, though he +can neither see nor feel", "He has brought the memory down through the aeons", +"The true scroll will release him", "Nagob has the true scroll", "He can tell where +to find it". + +Something very queer was undoubtedly in the air, and I did not wonder when +my occultist correspondents, as well as the sensational Sunday papers, began to +connect the new abnormal stirrings with the legends of Mu on the one hand, and +with the frightful mummy's recent exploitation on the other hand. The +widespread articles in the first wave of press publicity, with their insistent +linkage of the mummy, cylinder, and scroll with the tale in the Black Book, and +their crazily fantastic speculations about the whole matter, might very well have +roused the latent fanaticism in hundreds of those furtive groups of exotic +devotees with which our complex world abounds. Nor did the papers cease +adding fuel to the flames - for the stories on the cult-stirrings were even wilder +than the earlier series of yarns. + +As the summer drew on, attendants noticed a curious new element among the +throngs of visitors which - after a lull following the first burst of publicity - were + + + + +again drawn to the museum by the second furore. More and more frequently +there were persons of strange and exotic aspect - swarthy Asiatics, long-haired +nondescripts, and bearded brown men who seemed unused to European clothes +- who would invariably inquire for the hall of mummies and would +subsequently be found staring at the hideous Pacific specimen in a veritable +ecstasy of fascination. Some quiet, sinister undercurrent in this flood of eccentric +foreigners seemed to impress all the guards, and I myself was far from +undisturbed. I could not help thinking of the prevailing cult-stirrings among just +such exotics as these - and the connexion of those stirrings with myths all too +close to the frightful mummy and its cylinder scroll. + +At times I was half tempted to withdraw the mummy from exhibition - +especially when an attendant told me that he had several times glimpsed +strangers making odd obeisances before it, and had overheard sing- song +mutterings which sounded like chants or rituals addressed to it at hours when +the visiting throngs were somewhat thinned. One of the guards acquired a queer +nervous hallucination about the petrified horror in the lone glass case, alleging +that he could see from day to day certain vague, subtle, and infinitely slight +changes in the frantic flexion of the bony claws, and in the fear-crazed expression +of the leathery face. He could not get rid of the loathsome idea that those +horrible, bulging eyes were about to pop suddenly open. + +It was early in September, when the curious crowds had lessened and the hall of +mummies was sometimes vacant, that the attempt to get at the mummy by +cutting the glass of its case was made. The culprit, a swarthy Polynesian, was +spied in time by a guard, and was overpowered before any damage occurred. +Upon investigation the fellow turned out to be an Hawaiian notorious for his +activity in certain underground religious cults, and having a considerable police +record in connexion with abnormal and inhuman rites and sacrifices. Some of the +papers found in his room were highly puzzling and disturbing, including many +sheets covered with hieroglyphs closely resembling those on the scroll at the +museum and in the Black Book of von Junzt; but regarding these things he could +not be prevailed upon to speak. + +Scarcely a week after this incident, another attempt to get at the mummy - this +time by tampering with the lock of his case - resulted in a second arrest. The +offender, a Cingalese, had as long and unsavoury a record of loathsome cult +activities as the Hawaiian had possessed, and displayed a kindred unwillingness +to talk to the police. What made this case doubly and darkly interesting was that +a guard had noticed this man several times before, and had heard him +addressing to the mummy a peculiar chant containing unmistakable repetitions +of the word "T'yog". As a result of this affair I doubled the guards in the hall of + + + + +mummies, and ordered them never to leave the now notorious specimen out of +sight, even for a moment. + +As may well be imagined, the press made much of these two incidents, +reviewing its talk of primal and fabulous Mu, and claiming boldly that the +hideous mummy was none other than the daring heretic T'yog, petrified by +something he had seen in the pre-human citadel he had invaded, and preserved +intact through 175,000 years of our planet's turbulent history. That the strange +devotees represented cults descended from Mu, and that they were worshipping +the mummy - or perhaps even seeking to awaken it to life by spells and +incantations - was emphasised and reiterated in the most sensational fashion. + +Writers exploited the insistence of the old legends that the brain of +Ghatanothoa's petrified victims remained conscious and unaffected - a point +which served as a basis for the wildest and most improbable speculations. The +mention of a "true scroll" also received due attention - it being the prevailing +popular theory that T'yog's stolen charm against Ghatanothoa was somewhere +in existence, and that cult-members were trying to bring it into contact with +T'yog himself for some purpose of their own. One result of this exploitation was +that a third wave of gaping visitors began flooding the museum and staring at +the hellish mummy which served as a nucleus for the whole strange and +disturbing affair. + +It was among this wave of spectators - many of whom made repeated visits - that +talk of the mummy's vaguely changing aspect first began to be widespread. I +suppose - despite the disturbing notion of the nervous guard some months +before - that the museum's personnel was too well used to the constant sight of +odd shapes to pay close attention to details; in any case, it was the excited +whispers of visitors which at length aroused the guards to the subtle mutation +which was apparently in progress. Almost simultaneously the press got hold of it +- with blatant results which can well be imagined. + +Naturally, I gave the matter my most careful observation, and by the middle of +October decided that a definite disintegration of the mummy was under way. +Through some chemical or physical influence in the air, the half-stony, half- +leathery fibres seemed to be gradually relaxing, causing distinct variations in the +angles of the limbs and in certain details of the fear-twisted facial expression. +After a half-century of perfect preservation this was a highly disconcerting +development, and I had the museum's taxidermist. Dr. Moore, go carefully over +the gruesome object several times. He reported a general relaxation and +softening, and gave the thing two or three astringent sprayings, but did not dare +to attempt anything drastic lest there be a sudden crumbling and accelerated +decay. + + + + +The effect of all this upon the gaping crowds was curious. Heretofore each new +sensation sprung by the press had brought fresh waves of staring and +whispering visitors, but now - though the papers blathered endlessly about the +mummy's changes - the public seemed to have acquired a definite sense of fear +which outranked even its morbid curiosity. People seemed to feel that a sinister +aura hovered over the museum, and from a high peak the attendance fell to a +level distinctly below normal. This lessened attendance gave added prominence +to the stream of freakish foreigners who continued to infest the place, and whose +numbers seemed in no way diminished. + +On November 18th a Peruvian of Indian blood suffered a strange hysterical or +epileptic seizure in front of the mummy, afterward shrieking from his hospital +cot, "It tried to open its eyes! - T'yog tried to open his eyes and stare at me!" I +was by this time on the point of removing the object from exhibition, but +permitted myself to be overruled at a meeting of our very conservative directors. +However, I could see that the museum was beginning to acquire an unholy +reputation in its austere and quiet neighbourhood. After this incident I gave +instructions that no one be allowed to pause before the monstrous Pacific relic for +more than a few minutes at a time. + +It was on November 24th, after the museum's five o'clock closing, that one of the +guards noticed a minute opening of the mummy's eyes. The phenomenon was +very slight - nothing but a thin crescent of cornea being visible in either eye - but +it was none the less of the highest interest. Dr. Moore, having been summoned +hastily, was about to study the exposed bits of eyeball with a magnifier when his +handling of the mummy caused the leathery lids to fall tightly shut again. All +gentle efforts to open them failed, and the taxidermist did not dare to apply +drastic measures. When he notified me of all this by telephone I felt a sense of +mounting dread hard to reconcile with the apparently simple event concerned. +For a moment I could share the popular impression that some evil, amorphous +blight from unplumbed deeps of time and space hung murkily and menacingly +over the museum. + +Two nights later a sullen Filipino was trying to secrete himself in the museum at +closing time. Arrested and taken to the station, he refused even to give his name, +and was detained as a suspicious person. Meanwhile the strict surveillance of the +mummy seemed to discourage the odd hordes of foreigners from haunting it. At +least, the number of exotic visitors distinctly fell off after the enforcement of the +"move along" order. + +It was during the early morning hours of Thursday, December 1st, that a terrible +climax developed. At about one o'clock horrible screams of mortal fright and +agony were heard issuing from the museum, and a series of frantic telephone + + + + +calls from neighbours brought to the scene quickly and simultaneously a squad +of police and several museum officials, including myself. Some of the policemen +surrounded the building while others, with the officials, cautiously entered. In +the main corridor we found the night watchman strangled to death - a bit of East +Indian hemp still knotted around his neck - and realised that despite all +precautions some darkly evil intruder or intruders had gained access to the +place. Now, however, a tomb- like silence enfolded everything and we almost +feared to advance upstairs to the fateful wing where we knew the core of the +trouble must lurk. We felt a bit more steadied after flooding the building with +light from the central switches in the corridor, and finally crept reluctantly up the +curving staircase and through a lofty archway to the hall of mummies. + +V. + +It is from this point onward that reports of the hideous case have been censored - +for we have all agreed that no good can be accomplished by a public knowledge +of those terrestrial conditions implied by the further developments. I have said +that we flooded the whole building with light before our ascent. Now beneath +the beams that beat down on the glistening cases and their gruesome contents, +we saw outspread a mute horror whose baffling details testified to happenings +utterly beyond our comprehension. There were two intruders - who we +afterward agreed must have hidden in the building before closing time - but they +would never be executed for the watchman's murder. They had already paid the +penalty. + +One was a Burmese and the other a Fiji-Islander - both known to the police for +their share in frightful and repulsive cult activities. They were dead, and the +more we examined them the more utterly monstrous and unnamable we felt +their manner of death to be. On both faces was a more wholly frantic and +inhuman look of fright than even the oldest policeman had ever seen before; yet +in the state of the two bodies there were vast and significant differences. + +The Burmese lay collapsed close to the nameless mummy's case, from which a +square of glass had been neatly cut. In his right hand was a scroll of bluish +membrane which I at once saw was covered with greyish hieroglyphs - almost a +duplicate of the scroll in the strange cylinder in the library downstairs, though +later study brought out subtle differences. There was no mark of violence on the +body, and in view of the desperate, agonised expression on the twisted face we +could only conclude that the man died of sheer fright. + +It was the closely adjacent Fijian, though, that gave us the profoundest shock. +One of the policemen was the first to feel of him, and the cry of fright he emitted +added another shudder to that neighbourhood's night of terror. We ought to + + + + +have known from the lethal greyness of the once-black, fear-twisted face, and of +the bony hands - one of which still clutched an electric torch - that something +was hideously wrong; yet every one of us was unprepared for what that officer's +hesitant touch disclosed. Even now I can think of it only with a paroxysm of +dread and repulsion. To be brief - the hapless invader, who less than an hour +before had been a sturdy living Melanesian bent on unknown evils, was now a +rigid, ash-grey figure of stony, leathery petrification, in every respect identical +with the crouching, aeon-old blasphemy in the violated glass case. + +Yet that was not the worst. Crowning all other horrors, and indeed seizing our +shocked attention before we turned to the bodies on the floor, was the state of the +frightful mummy. No longer could its changes be called vague and subtle, for it +had now made radical shifts of posture. It had sagged and slumped with a +curious loss of rigidity; its bony claws had sunk until they no longer even partly +covered its leathery, fear- crazed face; and - God help us! - its hellish bulging +eyes had popped wide open, and seemed to be staring directly at the two +intruders who had died of fright or worse. + +That ghastly, dead-fish stare was hideously mesmerising, and it haunted us all +the time we were examining the bodies of the invaders. Its effect on our nerves +was damnably queer, for we somehow felt a curious rigidity creeping over us +and hampering our simplest motions - a rigidity which later vanished very oddly +when we passed the hieroglyphed scroll around for inspection. Every now and +then I felt my gaze drawn irresistibly toward those horrible bulging eyes in the +case, and when I returned to study them after viewing the bodies I thought I +detected something very singular about the glassy surface of the dark and +marvellously well-preserved pupils. The more I looked, the more fascinated I +became; and at last I went down to the office - despite that strange stiffness in my +limbs - and brought up a strong multiple magnifying glass. With this I +commenced a very close and careful survey of the fishy pupils, while the others +crowded expectantly around. + +I had always been rather sceptical of the theory that scenes and objects become +photographed on the retina of the eye in cases of death or coma; yet no sooner +did I look through the lens than I realised the presence of some sort of image +other than the room's reflection in the glassy, bulging optics of this nameless +spawn of the aeons. Certainly, there was a dimly outlined scene on the age-old +retinal surface, and I could not doubt that it formed the last thing on which those +eyes had looked in life - countless millennia ago. It seemed to be steadily fading, +and I fumbled with the magnifier in order to shift another lens into place. Yet it +must have been accurate and clear-cut; even if infinitesimally small, when - in +response to some evil spell or act connected with their visit - it had confronted +those intruders who were frightened to death. With the extra lens I could make + + + + +out many details formerly invisible, and the awed group around me hung on the +flood of words with which I tried to tell what I saw. + +For here, in the year 1932, a man in the city of Boston was looking on something +which belonged to an unknown and utterly alien world - a world that vanished +from existence and normal memory aeons ago. There was a vast room - a +chamber of Cyclopean masonry - and I seemed to be viewing it from one of its +corners. On the walls were carvings so hideous that even in this imperfect image +their stark blasphemousness and bestiality sickened me. I could not believe that +the carvers of these things were human, or that they had ever seen human beings +when they shaped the frightful outlines which leered at the beholder. In the +centre of the chamber was a colossal trap-door of stone, pushed upward to +permit the emergence of some object from below. The object should have been +clearly visible - indeed, must have been when the eyes first opened before the +fear-stricken intruders - though under my lenses it was merely a monstrous blur. + +As it happened, I was studying the right eye only when I brought the extra +magnification into play. A moment later I wished fervently that my search had +ended there. As it was, however, the zeal of discovery and revelation was upon +me, and I shifted my powerful lenses to the mummy's left eye in the hope of +finding the image less faded on that retina. My hands, trembling with excitement +and unnaturally stiff from some obscure influence, were slow in bringing the +magnifier into focus, but a moment later I realised that the image was less faded +than in the other eye. I saw in a morbid flash of half-distinctness the insufferable +thing which was welling up through the prodigious trap-door in that Cyclopean, +immemorially archaic crypt of a lost world - and fell fainting with an inarticulate +shriek of which I am not even ashamed. + +By the time I revived there was no distinct image of anything in either eye of the +monstrous mummy. Sergeant Keefe of the police looked with my glass, for I +could not bring myself to face that abnormal entity again. And I thanked all the +powers of the cosmos that I had not looked earlier than I did. It took all my +resolution, and a great deal of solicitation, to make me relate what I had +glimpsed in the hideous moment of revelation. Indeed, I could not speak till we +had all adjourned to the office below, out of sight of that daemoniac thing which +could not be. For I had begun to harbour the most terrible and fantastic notions +about the mummy and its glassy, bulging eyes - that it had a kind of hellish +consciousness, seeing all that occurred before it and trying vainly to +communicate some frightful message from the gulfs of time. That meant +madness - but at last I thought I might be better off if I told what I had half seen. + +After all, it was not a long thing to tell. Oozing and surging up out of that +yawning trap-door in the Cyclopean crypt I had glimpsed such an unbelievable + + + + +behemothic monstrosity that I could not doubt the power of its original to kill +with its mere sight. Even now I cannot begin to suggest it with any words at my +command. I might call it gigantic - tentacled - proboscidian - octopus-eyed - +semi-amorphous - plastic - partly squamous and partly rugose - ugh! But nothing +I could say could even adumbrate the loathsome, unholy, non-human, extra- +galactic horror and hatefulness and unutterable evil of that forbidden spawn of +black chaos and illimitable night. As I write these words the associated mental +image causes me to lean back faint and nauseated. As I told of the sight to the +men around me in the office, I had to fight to preserve the consciousness I had +regained. + +Nor were my hearers much less moved. Not a man spoke above a whisper for a +full quarter-hour, and there were awed, half-furtive references to the frightful +lore in the Black Book, to the recent newspaper tales of cult-stirrings, and to the +sinister events in the museum. Ghatanothoa . . . Even its smallest perfect image +could petrify - T'yog - the false scroll - he never came back - the true scroll which +could fully or partly undo the petrification - did it survive? - the hellish cults - +the phrases overheard - "It is none other than he" - "He had looked upon its +face" - "He knows all, though he can neither see nor feel" - "He had brought the +memory down through the aeons" - "The true scroll will release him" - "Nagob +has the true scroll" - "He can tell where to find it." Only the healing greyness of +the dawn brought us back to sanity; a sanity which made of that glimpse of mine +a closed topic - something not to be explained or thought of again. + +We gave out only partial reports to the press, and later on cooperated with the +papers in making other suppressions. For example, when the autopsy shewed +the brain and several other internal organs of the petrified Fijian to be fresh and +unpetrified, though hermetically sealed by the petrification of the exterior flesh - +an anomaly about which physicians are still guardedly and bewilderedly +debating - we did not wish a furore to be started. We knew too well what the +yellow journals, remembering what was said of the intact-brained and still- +conscious state of Ghatanothoa's stony-leathery victims, would make of this +detail. + +As matters stood, they pointed out that the man who had held the hieroglyphed +scroll - and who had evidently thrust it at the mummy through the opening in +the case - was not petrified, while the man who had not held it was. When they +demanded that we make certain experiments - applying the scroll both to the +stony-leathery body of the Fijian and to the mummy itself - we indignantly +refused to abet such superstitious notions. Of course, the mummy was +withdrawn from public view and transferred to the museum laboratory awaiting +a really scientific examination before some suitable medical authority. +Remembering past events, we kept it under a strict guard; but even so, an + + + + +attempt was made to enter the museum at 2:25 a.m. on December 5th. Prompt +working of the burglar alarm frustrated the design, though unfortunately the +criminal or criminals escaped. + +That no hint of anything further ever reached the public, I am profoundly +thankful. I wish devoutly that there were nothing more to tell. There will, of +course, be leaks, and if anything happens to me I do not know what my +executors will do with this manuscript; but at least the case will not be painfully +fresh in the multitude's memory when the revelation comes. Besides, no one will +believe the facts when they are finally told. That is the curious thing about the +multitude. When their yellow press makes hints, they are ready to swallow +anything; but when a stupendous and abnormal revelation is actually made, they +laugh it aside as a lie. For the sake of general sanity it is probably better so. + +I have said that a scientific examination of the frightful mummy was planned. +This took place on December 8th, exactly a week after the hideous culmination of +events, and was conducted by the eminent Dr. William Minot, in conjunction +with Wentworth Moore, Sc.D., taxidermist of the museum. Dr. Minot had +witnessed the autopsy of the oddly petrified Fijian the week before. There were +also present Messrs. Lawrence Cabot and Dudley Saltonstall of the museum's +trustees, Drs. Mason, Wells, and Carver of the museum staff, two representatives +of the press, and myself. During the week the condition of the hideous specimen +had not visibly changed, though some relaxation of its fibres caused the position +of the glassy, open eyes to shift slightly from time to time. All of the staff +dreaded to look at the thing - for its suggestion of quiet, conscious watching had +become intolerable - and it was only with an effort that I could bring myself to +attend the examination. + +Dr. Minot arrived shortly after 1:00 p.m., and within a few minutes began his +survey of the mummy. Considerable disintegration took place under his hands, +and in view of this - and of what we told him concerning the gradual relaxation +of the specimen since the first of October - he decided that a thorough dissection +ought to be made before the substance was further impaired. The proper +instruments being present in the laboratory equipment, he began at once; +exclaiming aloud at the odd, fibrous nature of the grey, mummified substance. + +But his exclamation was still louder when he made the first deep incision, for out +of that cut there slowly trickled a thick crimson stream whose nature - despite +the infinite ages dividing this hellish mummy's lifetime from the present - was +utterly unmistakable. A few more deft strokes revealed various organs in +astonishing degrees of non-petrified preservation - all, indeed, being intact +except where injuries to the petrified exterior had brought about malformation or +destruction. The resemblance of this condition to that found in the fright-killed + + + + +Fiji-Islander was so strong that the eminent physician gasped in bewilderment. +The perfection of those ghastly bulging eyes was uncanny, and their exact state +with respect to petrification was very difficult to determine. + +At 3:30 p.m. the brain-case was opened - and ten minutes later our stunned +group took an oath of secrecy which only such guarded documents as this +manuscript will ever modify. Even the two reporters were glad to confirm the +silence. For the opening had revealed a pulsing, living brain. + + + + +Poetry and the Gods - with Anna +Helen Crofts + +Written 1920 + +Published September 1920 in The United Amateur, Vol. 20, No. 1, p. 1-4. + +A damp gloomy evening in April it was, just after the close of the Great War, +when Marcia found herself alone with strange thoughts and wishes, unheard-of +yearnings which floated out of the spacious twentieth- century drawing room, +up the deeps of the air, and eastward to olive groves in distant Arcady which she +had seen only in her dreams. She had entered the room in abstraction, turned off +the glaring chandeliers, and now reclined on a soft divan by a solitary lamp +which shed over the reading table a green glow as soothing as moonlight when it +issued through the foliage about an antique shrine. + +Attired simply, in a low-cut black evening dress, she appeared outwardly a +typical product of modern civilization; but tonight she felt the immeasurable gulf +that separated her soul from all her prosaic surroundings. Was it because of the +strange home in which she lived, that abode of coldness where relations were +always strained and the inmates scarcely more than strangers? Was it that, or +was it some greater and less explicable misplacement in time and space, whereby +she had been born too late, too early, or too far away from the haunts of her spirit +ever to harmonize with the unbeautiful things of contemporary reality? To dispel +the mood which was engulfing her more and more deeply each moment, she +took a magazine from the table and searched for some healing bit of poetry. +Poetry had always relieved her troubled mind better than anything else, though +many things in the poetry she had seen detracted from the influence. Over parts +of even the sublimest verses hung a chill vapor of sterile ugliness and restraint, +like dust on a window-pane through which one views a magnificent sunset. + +Listlessly turning the magazine's pages, as if searching for an elusive treasure, +she suddenly came upon something which dispelled her languor. An observer +could have read her thoughts and told that she had discovered some image or +dream which brought her nearer to her unattained goal than any image or dream +she had seen before. It was only a bit of vers libre, that pitiful compromise of the +poet who overleaps prose yet falls short of the divine melody of numbers; but it +had in it all the unstudied music of a bard who lives and feels, who gropes +ecstatically for unveiled beauty. Devoid of regularity, it yet had the harmony of +winged, spontaneous words, a harmony missing from the formal, convention- +bound verse she had known. As she read on, her surroundings gradually faded. + + + + +and soon there lay about her only the mists of dream, the purple, star-strewn +mists beyond time, where only Gods and dreamers walk. + + + +Moon +White +Where + + + +the + + + +over +butterfly +heavy-lidded + + + +To the sound of the cuckoo's call. + + + +Buddhas + + + +Japan, +moon! +dream + + + +The white wings of moon butterflies + +Flicker down the streets of the city. + +Blushing into silence the useless wicks of sound-lanterns in the hands of girls + + + +over + + + +the + + + +Moon + +A white-curved + +Opening its petals slowly in the warmth of heaven + + + +The air is full + +And languorous warm + +A flute drones its insect music + +Below the curving moon-petal of the heavens. + + + +of + + + +to + + + +tropics, +bud + + + +odours + +sounds... + +the night + + + +Moon over China, + +Weary moon on the river of the sky. + +The stir of light in the willows is like the flashing of a thousand silver minnows +Through dark shoals; + +The tiles on graves and rotting temples flash like ripples. +The sky is flecked with clouds like the scales of a dragon. + +Amid the mists of dream the reader cried to the rhythmical stars, of her delight at +the coming of a new age of song, a rebirth of Pan. Half closing her eyes, she +repeated words whose melody lay hidden like crystals at the bottom of a stream +before dawn, hidden but to gleam effulgently at the birth of day. + + + +Moon + +White butterfly moon! + + + +over + + + +Moon over the + +A white curved + +Opening its petals slowly in the warmth +The air is full of + +And languorous warm sounds. . . + +Moon over + +Weary moon on the river of the sky. . . + + + +of + + + +Japan, + + + +tropics, + +bud + +heaven. + +odours + + + +China, + + + + +Out of the mists gleamed godlike the torm ot a youth, in winged helmet and +sandals, caduceus-bearing, and of a beauty like to nothing on earth. Before the +face of the sleeper he thrice waved the rod which Apollo had given him in trade +for the nine-corded shell of melody, and upon her brow he placed a wreath of +myrtle and roses. Then, adoring, Hermes spoke: + +"0 Nymph more fair than the golden-haired sisters of Cyene or the sky- +inhabiting Atlantides, beloved of Aphrodite and blessed of Pallas, thou hast +indeed discovered the secret of the Gods, which lieth in beauty and song. +Prophetess more lovely than the Sybil of Cumae when Apollo first knew her, +thou has truly spoken of the new age, for even now on Maenalus, Pan sighs and +stretches in his sleep, wishful to wake and behold about him the little rose- +crowned fauns and the antique Satyrs. In thy yearning hast thou divined what no +mortal, saving only a few whom the world rejects, remembereth: that the Gods +were never dead, but only sleeping the sleep and dreaming the dreams of Gods +in lotos-filled Hesperian gardens beyond the golden sunset. And now draweth +nigh the time of their awakening, when coldness and ugliness shall perish, and +Zeus sit once more on Olympus. Already the sea about Paphos trembleth into a +foam which only ancient skies have looked on before, and at night on Helicon +the shepherds hear strange murmurings and half-remembered notes. Woods and +fields are tremulous at twilight with the shimmering of white saltant forms, and +immemorial Ocean yields up curious sights beneath thin moons. The Gods are +patient, and have slept long, but neither man nor giant shall defy the Gods +forever. In Tartarus the Titans writhe and beneath the fiery Aetna groan the +children of Uranus and Gaea. The day now dawns when man must answer for +centuries of denial, but in sleeping the Gods have grown kind and will not hurl +him to the gulf made for denier s of Gods. Instead will their vengeance smite the +darkness, fallacy and ugliness which have turned the mind of man; and under +the sway of bearded Saturnus shall mortals, once more sacrificing unto him, +dwell in beauty and delight. This night shalt thou know the favour of the Gods, +and behold on Parnassus those dreams which the Gods have through ages sent +to earth to show that they are not dead. For poets are the dreams of Gods, and in +each and every age someone hath sung unknowingly the message and the +promise from the lotosgardens beyond the sunset." + +Then in his arms Hermes bore the dreaming maiden through the skies. Gentle +breezes from the tower of Aiolas wafted them high above warm, scented seas, till +suddenly they came upon Zeus, holding court upon double-headed Parnassus, +his golden throne flanked by Apollo and the Muses on the right hand, and by +ivy-wreathed Dionysus and pleasure-flushed Bacchae on the left hand. So much +of splendour Marcia had never seen before, either awake or in dreams, but its +radiance did her no injury, as would have the radiance of lofty Olympus; for in +this lesser court the Father of Gods had tempered his glories for the sight of + + + + +mortals. Before the laurel-draped mouth of the Corycian cave sat in a row six +noble forms with the aspect of mortals, but the countenances of Gods. These the +dreamer recognized from images of them which she had beheld, and she knew +that they were none else than the divine Maeonides, the avernian Dante, the +more than mortal Shakespeare, the chaos-exploring Milton, the cosmic Goethe +and the musalan Keats. These were those messengers whom the Gods had sent +to tell men that Pan had passed not away, but only slept; for it is in poetry that +Gods speak to men. Then spake the Thunderer: + +"0 Daughter-for, being one of my endless line, thou art indeed my daughter- +behold upon ivory thrones of honour the august messengers Gods have sent +down that in the words and writing of men there may be still some traces of +divine beauty. Other bards have men justly crowned with enduring laurels, but +these hath Apollo crowned, and these have I set in places apart, as mortals who +have spoken the language of the Gods. Long have we dreamed in lotosgardens +beyond the West, and spoken only through our dreams; but the time approaches +when our voices shall not be silent. It is a time of awakening and change. Once +more hath Phaeton ridden low, searing the fields and drying the streams. In Gaul +lone nymphs with disordered hair weep beside fountains that are no more, and +pine over rivers turned red with the blood of mortals. Ares and his train have +gone forth with the madness of Gods and have returned Deimos and Phobos +glutted with unnatural delight. Tellus moons with grief, and the faces of men are +as the faces of Erinyes, even as when Astraea fled to the skies, and the waves of +our bidding encompassed all the land saving this high peak alone. Amidst this +chaos, prepared to herald his coming yet to conceal his arrival, even now toileth +our latest born messenger, in whose dreams are all the images which other +messengers have dreamed before him. He it is that we have chosen to blend into +one glorious whole all the beauty that the world hath known before, and to write +words wherein shall echo all the wisdom and the loveliness of the past. He it is +who shall proclaim our return and sing of the days to come when Fauns and +Dryads shall haunt their accustomed groves in beauty. Guided was our choice by +those who now sit before the Corycian grotto on thrones of ivory, and in whose +songs thou shalt hear notes of sublimity by which years hence thou shalt know +the greater messenger when he cometh. Attend their voices as one by one they +sing to thee here. Each note shall thou hear again in the poetry which is to come, +the poetry which shall bring peace and pleasure to thy soul, though search for it +through bleak years thou must. Attend with diligence, for each chord that +vibrates away into hiding shall appear again to thee after thou hast returned to +earth, as Alpheus, sinking his waters into the soul of Hellas, appears as the +crystal arethusa in remote Sicilia." + +Then arose Homeros, the ancient among bards, who took his lyre and chanted +his hymn to Aphrodite. No word of Greek did Marcia know, yet did the message + + + + +not fall vainly upon her ears, for in the cryptic rhythm was that which spake to +all mortals and Gods, and needed no interpreter. + +So too the songs of Dante and Goethe, whose unknown words dave the ether +with melodies easy to ready and adore. But at last remembered accents +resounded before the listener. It was the Swan of Avon, once a God among men, +and still a God among Gods: + + + +Write, write, that from the +My dearest master, your + +Bless him at home in peace +His name with zealous fervour sanctify. + + + +bloody course +dear son, + +whilst I + + + +of +may +from + + + +war, +hie; +far. + + + +Accents still more familiar arose as Milton, blind no more, declaimed immortal +harmony: + + + +Or + + +let thy + + +lamp at + + +midnight + + +hour + + +Be + + +seen in + + +some high + + +lonely + + +tower. + + +Where + + +I might + + +oft outwatch + + +the + + +Bear + + +With + + +thrice-great + + +Hermes, + + +or + + +unsphere + + +The + + +spirit + + +of Plato, + + +to + + +unfold + + +What + + +worlds or + + +what vast + + +regions + + +hold + + +The + + +immortal + + +mind, that + + +hath + + +forsook + + + +Her mansion in this fleshy nook. + + + +Sometime let + +In sceptered pall + +Presenting Thebes, + +Or the tale of Troy divine. + + + +gorgeous tragedy + +come sweeping by, + +or Pelop's line. + + + +Last of all came the young voice of Keats, closest of all the messengers to the +beauteous faun-folk: + + + +Heard melodies are sweet, but + +Are sweeter, therefore, yet sweep pipes, play on. . . + + + +those + + + +unheard + + + +When + + +old + + +age + + +shall + + +this + + +generation + + +waste. + + +Thou + + +shalt + + +remain. + + +in + + +midst + + +of other + + +woe + + +Than + + +ours, a + + +friend + + +to + + +man, to + + +whom thou + + +say'st + + + + +"Beauty is truth — truth beauty" — that is all +Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. + +As the singer ceased, there came a sound in the wind blowing from far Egypt, +where at night Aurora mourns by the Nile for her slain Memnon. To the feet of +the Thunderer flew the rosy-fingered Goddess and, kneeling, cried, "Master, it is +time I unlocked the Gates of the East." And Phoebus, handing his lyre to +Calliope, his bride among the Muses, prepared to depart for the jewelled and +column-raised Palace of the Sun, where fretted the steeds already harnessed to +the golden car of Day. So Zeus descended from his caryen throne and placed his +hand upon the head of Marcia, saying: + +"Daughter, the dawn is nigh, and it is well that thou shouldst return before the +awakening of mortals to thy home. Weep not at the bleakness of thy life, for the +shadow of false faiths will soon be gone and the Gods shall once more walk +among men. Search thou unceasingly for our messenger, for in him wilt thou +find peace and comfort. By his word shall thy steps be guided to happiness, and +in his dreams of beauty shall thy spirit find that which it craveth." As Zeus +ceased, the young Hermes gently seized the maiden and bore her up toward the +fading stars, up and westward over unseen seas. + + + +Many years have passed since Marcia dreamt of the Gods and of their Parnassus +conclave. Tonight she sits in the same spacious drawing-room, but she is not +alone. Gone is the old spirit of unrest, for beside her is one whose name is +luminous with celebrity: the young poet of poets at whose feet sits all the world. +He is reading from a manuscript words which none has ever heard before, but +which when heard will bring to men the dreams and the fancies they lost so +many centuries ago, when Pan lay down to doze in Arcady, and the great Gods +withdrew to sleep in lotos-gardens beyond the lands of the Hesperides. In the +subtle cadences and hidden melodies of the bard the spirit of the maiden had +found rest at last, for there echo the divinest notes of Thracian Orpheus, notes +that moved the very rocks and trees by Hebrus' banks. The singer ceases, and +with eagerness asks a verdict, yet what can Marcia say but that the strain is "fit +for the Gods"? + +And as she speaks there comes again a vision of Parnassus and the far-off sound +of a mighty voice saying, "By his word shall thy steps be guided to happiness, +and in his dreams of beauty shall thy spirit find all that it craveth." + + + + +The Crawling Chaos - with Elizabeth +Berkeley + +Written 1920/21 + +Published April 1921 in The United Co-operative, Vol. 1, No. 3, p. 1-6. + +Of the pleasures and pains of opium much has been written. The ecstasies and +horrors of De Quincey and the paradis artificiels of Baudelaire are preserved and +interpreted with an art which makes them immortal, and the world knows well +the beauty, the terror and the mystery of those obscure realms into which the +inspired dreamer is transported. But much as has been told, no man has yet +dared intimate the nature of the phantasms thus unfolded to the mind, or hint at +the direction of the unheard-of roads along whose ornate and exotic course the +partaker of the drug is so irresistibly borne. De Quincey was drawn back into +Asia, that teeming land of nebulous shadows whose hideous antiquity is so +impressive that "the vast age of the race and name overpowers the sense of +youth in the individual," but farther than that he dared not go. Those who have +gone farther seldom returned, and even when they have, they have been either +silent or quite mad. I took opium but once — in the year of the plague, when +doctors sought to deaden the agonies they could not cure. There was an overdose +— my physician was worn out with horror and exertion — and I travelled very +far indeed. In the end I returned and lived, but my nights are filled with strange +memories, nor have I ever permitted a doctor to give me opium again. + +The pain and pounding in my head had been quite unendurable when the drug +was administered. Of the future I had no heed; to escape, whether by cure, +unconsciousness, or death, was all that concerned me. I was partly delirious, so +that it is hard to place the exact moment of transition, but I think the effect must +have begun shortly before the pounding ceased to be painful. As I have said, +there was an overdose; so my reactions were probably far from normal. The +sensation of falling, curiously dissociated from the idea of gravity or direction, +was paramount; though there was subsidiary impression of unseen throngs in +incalculable profusion, throngs of infinitely di-verse nature, but all more or less +related to me. Sometimes it seemed less as though I were falling, than as though +the universe or the ages were falling past me. Suddenly my pain ceased, and I +began to associate the pounding with an external rather than internal force. The +falling had ceased also, giving place to a sensation of uneasy, temporary rest; and +when I listened closely, I fancied the pounding was that of the vast, inscrutable +sea as its sinister, colossal breakers lacerated some desolate shore after a storm of +titanic magnitude. Then I opened my eyes. + + + + +For a moment my surroundings seemed confused, like a projected image +hopelessly out of focus, but gradually I realised my solitary presence in a strange +and beautiful room lighted by many windows. Of the exact nature of the +apartment I could form no idea, for my thoughts were still far from settled, but I +noticed van-coloured rugs and draperies, elaborately fashioned tables, chairs, +ottomans, and divans, and delicate vases and ornaments which conveyed a +suggestion of the exotic without being actually alien. These things I noticed, yet +they were not long uppermost in my mind. Slowly but inexorably crawling upon +my consciousness and rising above every other impression, came a dizzying fear +of the unknown; a fear all the greater because I could not analyse it, and seeming +to concern a stealthily approaching menace; not death, but some nameless, +unheard-of thing inexpressibly more ghastly and abhorrent. + +Presently I realised that the direct symbol and excitant of my fear was the +hideous pounding whose incessant reverberations throbbed maddeningly +against my exhausted brain. It seemed to come from a point outside and below +the edifice in which I stood, and to associate itself with the most terrifying mental +images. I felt that some horrible scene or object lurked beyond the silk-hung +walls, and shrank from glancing through the arched, latticed windows that +opened so bewilderingly on every hand. Perceiving shutters attached to these +windows, I closed them all, averting my eyes from the exterior as I did so. Then, +employing a flint and steel which I found on one of the small tables, I lit the +many candles reposing about the walls in arabesque sconces. The added sense of +security brought by closed shutters and artificial light calmed my nerves to some +degree, but I could not shut out the monotonous pounding. Now that I was +calmer, the sound became as fascinating as it was fearful, and I felt a +contradictory desire to seek out its source despite my still powerful shrinking. +Opening a portiere at the side of the room nearest the pounding, I beheld a small +and richly draped corridor ending in a cavern door and large oriel window. To +this window I was irresistibly drawn, though my ill-defined apprehensions +seemed almost equally bent on holding me back. As I approached it I could see a +chaotic whirl of waters in the distance. Then, as I attained it and glanced out on +all sides, the stupendous picture of my surroundings burst upon me with full +and devastating force. + +I beheld such a sight as I had never beheld before, and which no living person +can have seen save in the delirium of fever or the inferno of opium. The building +stood on a narrow point of land — or what was now a narrow point of land — +fully three hundred feet above what must lately have been a seething vortex of +mad waters. On either side of the house there fell a newly washed-out precipice +of red earth, whilst ahead of me the hideous waves were still rolling in +frightfully, eating away the land with ghastly monotony and deliberation. Out a +mile or more there rose and fell menacing breakers at least fifty feet in height. + + + + +and on the far horizon ghouhsh black clouds of grotesque contour were resting +and brooding like unwholesome vultures. The waves were dark and purplish, +almost black, and clutched at the yielding red mud of the bank as if with +uncouth, greedy hands. I could not but feel that some noxious marine mind had +declared a war of extermination upon all the solid ground, perhaps abetted by +the angry sky. + +Recovering at length from the stupor into which this unnatural spectacle had +thrown me, I realized that my actual physical danger was acute. Even whilst I +gazed, the bank had lost many feet, and it could not be long before the house +would fall undermined into the awful pit of lashing waves. Accordingly I +hastened to the opposite side of the edifice, and finding a door, emerged at once, +locking it after me with a curious key which had hung inside. I now beheld more +of the strange region about me, and marked a singular division which seemed to +exist in the hostile ocean and firmament. On each side of the jutting promontory +different conditions held sway. At my left as I faced inland was a gently heaving +sea with great green waves rolling peacefully in under a brightly shining sun. +Something about that sun's nature and position made me shudder, but I could +not then tell, and cannot tell now, what it was. At my right also was the sea, but +it was blue, calm, and only gently undulating, while the sky above it was darker +and the washed-out bank more nearly white than reddish. + +I now turned my attention to the land, and found occasion for fresh surprise; for +the vegetation resembled nothing I had ever seen or read about. It was +apparently tropical or at least sub-tropical — a conclusion borne out by the +intense heat of the air. Sometimes I thought I could trace strange analogies with +the flora of my native land, fancying that the well-known plants and shrubs +might assume such forms under a radical change of climate; but the gigantic and +omnipresent palm trees were plainly foreign. The house I had just left was very +small — hardly more than a cottage — but its material was evidently marble, and +its architecture was weird and composite, involving a quaint fusion of Western +and Eastern forms. At the corners were Corinthian columns, but the red tile roof +was like that of a Chinese pagoda. From the door inland there stretched a path of +singularly white sand, about four feet wide, and lined on either side with stately +palms and unidentifiable flowering shrubs and plants. It lay toward the side of +the promontory where the sea was blue and the bank rather whitish. Down this +path I felt impelled to flee, as if pursued by some malignant spirit from the +pounding ocean. At first it was slightly uphill, then I reached a gentle crest. +Behind me I saw the scene I had left; the entire point with the cottage and the +black water, with the green sea on one side and the blue sea on the other, and a +curse unnamed and unnamable lowering over all. I never saw it again, and often +wonder.... After this last look I strode ahead and surveyed the inland panorama +before me. + + + + +The path, as I have intimated, ran along the right-hand shore as one went inland. +Ahead and to the left I now viewed a magnificent valley comprising thousands +of acres, and covered with a swaying growth of tropical grass higher than my +head. Almost at the limit of vision was a colossal palm tree which seemed to +fascinate and beckon me. By this time wonder and' escape from the imperilled +peninsula had largely dissipated my fear, but as I paused and sank fatigued to +the path, idiy digging with my hands into the warm, whitish-golden sand, a new +and acute sense of danger seized me. Some terror in the swishing tall grass +seemed added to that of the diabolically pounding sea, and I started up crying +aloud and disjointedly, "Tiger? Tiger? Is it Tiger? Beast? Beast? Is it a Beast that I +am afraid of?" My mind wandered back to an ancient and classical story of tigers +which I had read; I strove to recall the author, but had difficulty. Then in the +midst of my fear I remembered that the tale was by Rudyard Kipling; nor did the +grotesqueness of deeming him an ancient author occur to me; I wished for the +volume containing this story, and had almost started back toward the doomed +cottage to procure it when my better sense and the lure of the palm prevented +me. + +Whether or not I could have resisted the backward beckoning without the +counter-fascination of the vast palm tree, I do not know. This attraction was now +dominant, and I left the path and crawled on hands and knees down the valley's +slope despite my fear of the grass and of the serpents it might contain. I resolved +to fight for life and reason as long as possible against all menaces of sea or land, +though I sometimes feared defeat as the maddening swish of the uncanny +grasses joined the still audible and irritating pounding of the distant breakers. I +would frequently pause and put my hands to my ears for relief, but could never +quite shut out the detestable sound. It was, as it seemed to me, only after ages +that I finally dragged myself to the beckoning palm tree and lay quiet beneath its +protecting shade. + +There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite +extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not +seek to interpret. No sooner had I crawled beneath the overhanging foliage of the +palm, than there dropped from its branches a young child of such beauty as I +never beheld before. Though ragged and dusty, this being bore the features of a +faun or demigod, and seemed almost to diffuse a radiance in the dense shadow +of the tree. It smiled and extended its hand, but before I could arise and speak I +heard in the upper air the exquisite melody of singing; notes high and low blent +with a sublime and ethereal harmoniousness. The sun had by this time sunk +below the horizon, and in the twilight I saw an aureole of lambent light encircled +the child's head. Then in a tone of silver it addressed me: "It is the end. They +have come down through the gloaming from the stars. Now all is over, and +beyond the Arinurian streams we shall dwell blissfully in Teloe." As the child + + + + +spoke, I beheld a soft radiance through the leaves of the palm tree, and rising, +greeted a pair whom I knew to be the chief singers among those I had heard. A +god and goddess they must have been, for such beauty is not mortal; and they +took my hands, saying, "Come, child, you have heard the voices, and all is well. +In Teloe beyond the Milky Way and the Arinurian streams are cities all of amber +and chalcedony. And upon their domes of many facets glisten the images of +strange and beautiful stars. Under the ivory bridges of Teloe flow rivers of liquid +gold bearing pleasure-barges bound for blossomy Cytharion of the Seven Suns. +And in Teloe and Cytharion abide only youth, beauty, and pleasure, nor are any +sounds heard, save of laughter, song, and the lute. Only the gods dwell in Teloe +of the golden rivers, but among them shalt thou dwell." + +As I listened, enchanted, I suddenly became aware of a change in my +surroundings. The palm tree, so lately overshadowing my exhausted form, was +now some distance to my left and considerably below me. I was obviously +floating in the atmosphere; companioned not only by the strange child and the +radiant pair, but by a constantly increasing throng of half-luminous, vine- +crowned youths and maidens with wind- blown hair and joyful countenance. We +slowly ascended together, as if borne on a fragrant breeze which blew not from +the earth but from the golden nebulae, and the child whispered in my ear that I +must look always upward to the pathways of light, and never backward to the +sphere I had just left. The youths and maidens now chanted mellifluous +choriambics to the accompaniment of lutes, and I felt enveloped in a peace and +happiness more profound than any I had in life imagined, when the intrusion of +a single sound altered my destiny and shattered my soul. Through the ravishing +strains of the singers and the lutanists, as if in mocking, daemoniac concord, +throbbed from gulfs below the damnable, the detestable pounding of that +hideous ocean. As those black breakers beat their message into my ears I forgot +the words of the child and looked back, down upon the doomed scene from +which I thought I had escaped. + +Down through the aether I saw the accursed earth slowly turning, ever turning, +with angry and tempestuous seas gnawing at wild desolate shores and dashing +foam against the tottering towers of deserted cities. And under a ghastly moon +there gleamed sights I can never describe, sights I can never forget; deserts of +corpselike clay and jungles of ruin and decadence where once stretched the +populous plains and villages of my native land, and maelstroms of frothing +ocean where once rose the mighty temples of my forefathers. Mound the +northern pole steamed a morass of noisome growths and miasmal vapours, +hissing before the onslaught of the ever-mounting waves that curled and fretted +from the shuddering deep. Then a rending report dave the night, and athwart +the desert of deserts appeared a smoking rift. Still the black ocean foamed and + + + + +gnawed, eating away the desert on either side as the rift in the center widened +and widened. + +There was now no land left but the desert, and still the fuming ocean ate and ate. +All at once I thought even the pounding sea seemed afraid of something, afraid +of dark gods of the inner earth that are greater than the evil god of waters, but +even if it was it could not turn back; and the desert had suffered too much from +those nightmare waves to help them now. So the ocean ate the last of the land +and poured into the smoking gulf, thereby giving up all it had ever conquered. +From the new-flooded lands it flowed again, uncovering death and decay; and +from its ancient and immemorial bed it trickled loathsomely, uncovering nighted +secrets of the years when Time was young and the gods unborn. Above the +waves rose weedy remembered spires. The moon laid pale lilies of light on dead +London, and Paris stood up from its damp grave to be sanctified with star-dust. +Then rose spires and monoliths that were weedy but not remembered; terrible +spires and monoliths of lands that men never knew were lands. + +There was not any pounding now, but only the unearthly roaring and hissing of +waters tumbling into the rift. The smoke of that rift had changed to steam, and +almost hid the world as it grew denser and denser. It seared my face and hands, +and when I looked to see how it affected my companions I found they had all +disappeared. Then very suddenly it ended, and I knew no more till I awaked +upon a bed of convalescence. As the cloud of steam from the Plutonic gulf finally +concealed the entire surface from my sight, all the firmament shrieked at a +sudden agony of mad reverberations which shook the trembling aether. In one +delirious flash and burst it happened; one blinding, deafening holocaust of fire, +smoke, and thunder that dissolved the wan moon as it sped outward to the void. + +And when the smoke cleared away, and I sought to look upon the earth, I beheld +against the background of cold, humorous stars only the dying sun and the pale +mournful planets searching for their sister. + + + + +The Disinterment - with Duane W. +Rimel + +Written 1935 + +I awoke abruptly from a horrible dream and stared wildly about. Then, seeing +the high, arched ceiling and the narrow stained windows of my friend's room, a +flood of uneasy revelation coursed over me; and I knew that all of Andrews' +hopes had been realized. I lay supine in a large bed, the posts of which reared +upward in dizzy perspective; while on vast shelves about the chamber were the +familiar books and antiques I was accustomed to seeing in that secluded corner +of the crumbling and ancient mansion which had formed our joint home for +many years. On a table by the wall stood a huge candelabrum of early +workmanship and design, and the usual light window-curtains had been +replaced by hangings of somber black, which took on a faint, ghostly luster in the +dying light. + +I recalled forcibly the events preceding my confinement and seclusion in this +veritable medieval fortress. They were not pleasant, and I shuddered anew when +I remembered the couch that had held me before my tenancy of the present one - +the couch that everyone supposed would be my last. Memory burned afresh +regarding those hideous circumstances which had compelled me to choose +between a true death and a hypothetical one - with a later re-animation by +therapeutic methods known only to my comrade, Marshall Andrews. The whole +thing had begun when I returned from the Orient a year before and discovered, +to my utter horror, that I had contracted leprosy while abroad. I had known that +I was taking grave chances in caring for my stricken brother in the Philippines, +but no hint of my own affliction appeared until I returned to my native land. +Andrews himself had made the discovery, and kept it from me as long as +possible; but our close acquaintance soon disclosed the awful truth. + +At once I was quartered in our ancient abode atop the crags overlooking +crumbling Hampden, from whose musty halls and quaint, arched doorways I +was never permitted to go forth. It was a terrible existence, with the yellow +shadow hanging constantly over me; yet my friend never faltered in his faith, +taking care not to contract the dread scourge, but meanwhile making life as +pleasant and comfortable as possible. His widespread though somewhat sinister +fame as a surgeon prevented any authority from discovering my plight and +shipping me away. + + + + +It was after nearly a year of this seclusion - late in August - that Andrews +decided on a trip to the West Indies - to study "native" medical methods, he said. +I was left in care of venerable Simes, the household factotum. So far no outward +signs of the disease had developed, and I enjoyed a tolerable though almost +completely private existence during my colleague's absence. It was during this +time that I read many of the tomes Andrews had acquired in the course of his +twenty years as a surgeon, and learned why his reputation, though locally of the +highest, was just a bit shady. For the volumes included any number of fanciful +subjects hardly related to modern medical knowledge: treatises and +unauthoritative articles on monstrous experiments in surgery; accounts of the +bizarre effects of glandular transplantation and rejuvenation in animals and men +alike; brochures on attempted brain transference, and a host of other fanatical +speculations not countenanced by orthodox physicians. It appeared, too, that +Andrews was an authority on obscure medicaments; some of the few books I +waded through revealing that he had spent much time in chemistry and in the +search for new drugs which might be used as aids in surgery. Looking back at +those studies now, I find them hellishly suggestive when associated with his later +experiments. + +Andrews was gone longer than I expected, returning early in November, almost +four months later; and when he did arrive, I was quite anxious to see him, since +my condition was at last on the brink of becoming noticeable. I had reached a +point where I must seek absolute privacy to keep from being discovered. But my +anxiety was slight as compared with his exuberance over a certain new plan he +had hatched while in the Indies - a plan to be carried out with the aid of a curious +drug he had learned of from a native "doctor" in Haiti. When he explained that +his idea concerned me, I became somewhat alarmed; though in my position there +could be little to make my plight worse. I had, indeed, considered more than +once the oblivion that would come with a revolver or a plunge from the roof to +the jagged rocks below. + +On the day after his arrival, in the seclusion of the dimly lit study, he outlined +the whole grisly scheme. He had found in Haiti a drug, the formula for which he +would develop later, which induced a state of profound sleep in anyone taking +it; a trance so deep that death was closely counterfeited - with all muscular +reflexes, even the respiration and heart-beat, completely stilled for the time +being. Andrews had, he said, seen it demonstrated on natives many times. Some +of them remained somnolent for days at a time, wholly immobile and as much +like death as death itself. This suspended animation, he explained further, would +even pass the closest examination of any medical man. He himself, according to +all known laws, would have to report as dead a man under the influence of such +a drug. He stated, too, that the subject's body assumed the precise appearance of +a corpse - even a slight rigor mortis developing in prolonged cases. + + + + +For some time his purpose did not seem wholly clear, but when the full import of +his words became apparent I felt weak and nauseated. Yet in another way I was +relieved; for the thing meant at least a partial escape from my curse, an escape +from the banishment and shame of an ordinary death of the dread leprosy. +Briefly, his plan was to administer a strong dose of the drug to me and call the +local authorities, who would immediately pronounce me dead, and see that I +was buried within a very short while. He felt assured that with their careless +examination they would fail to notice my leprosy symptoms, which in truth had +hardly appeared. Only a trifle over fifteen months had passed since I had caught +the disease, whereas the corruption takes seven years to run its entire course. + +Later, he said, would come resurrection. After my interment in the family +graveyard - beside my centuried dwelling and barely a quarter-mile from his +own ancient pile - the appropriate steps would be taken. Finally, when my estate +was settled and my decease widely known, he would secretly open the tomb and +bring me to his own abode again, still alive and none the worse for my +adventure. It seemed a ghastly and daring plan, but to me it offered the only +hope for even a partial freedom; so I accepted his proposition, but not without a +myriad of misgivings. What if the effect of the drug should wear off while I was +in my tomb? What if the coroner should discover the awful ruse, and fail to inter +me? These were some of the hideous doubts which assailed me before the +experiment. Though death would have been a release from my curse, I feared it +even worse than the yellow scourge; feared it even when I could see its black +wings constantly hovering over me. + +Fortunately I was spared the horror of viewing my own funeral and burial rites. +They must, however, have gone just as Andrews had planned, even to the +subsequent disinterment; for after the initial dose of the poison from Haiti I +lapsed into a semi-paralytic state and from that to a profound, night-black sleep. +The drug had been administered in my room, and Andrews had told me before +giving it that he would recommend to the coroner a verdict of heart failure due +to nerve strain. Of course, there was no embalming - Andrews saw to that - and +the whole procedure, leading up to my secret transportation from the graveyard +to his crumbling manor, covered a period of three days. Having been buried late +in the afternoon of the third day, my body was secured by Andrews that very +night. He had replaced the fresh sod just as it had been when the workmen left. +Old Simes, sworn to secrecy, had helped Andrews in his ghoulish task. + +Later I had lain for over a week in my old familiar bed. Owing to some +unexpected effect of the drug, my whole body was completely paralyzed, so that +I could move my head only slightly. All my senses, however, were fully alert, +and by another week's time I was able to take nourishment in good quantities. +Andrews explained that my body would gradually regain its former sensibilities; + + + + +though owing to the presence of the leprosy it might take considerable time. He +seemed greatly interested in analyzing my daily symptoms, and always asked if +there was any feeling present in my body. + +Many days passed before I was able to control any part of my anatomy, and +much longer before the paralysis crept from my enfeebled limbs so that I could +feel the ordinary bodily reactions. Lying and staring at my numb hulk was like +having it injected with a perpetual anesthetic. There was a total alienation I could +not understand, considering that my head and neck were quite alive and in good +health. + +Andrews explained that he had revived my upper half first and could not +account for the complete bodily paralysis; though my condition seemed to +trouble him little considering the damnably intent interest he centered upon my +reactions and stimuli from the very beginning. Many times during lulls in our +conversation I would catch a strange gleam in his eyes as he viewed me on the +couch - a glint of victorious exultation which, queerly enough, he never voiced +aloud; though he seemed to be quite glad that I had run the gauntlet of death and +had come through alive. Still, there was that horror I was to meet in less than six +years, which added to my desolation and melancholy during the tedious days in +which I awaited the return of normal bodily functions. But I would be up and +about, he assured me, before very long, enjoying an existence few men had ever +experienced. The words did not, however, impress me with their true and +ghastly meaning until many days later. + +During that awful siege in bed Andrews and I became somewhat estranged. He +no longer treated me so much like a friend as like an implement in his skilled and +greedy fingers. I found him possessed of unexpected traits - little examples of +baseness and cruelty, apparent even to the hardened Simes, which disturbed me +in a most unusual manner. Often he would display extraordinary cruelty to live +specimens in his laboratory, for he was constantly carrying on various hidden +projects in glandular and muscular transplantation on guinea-pigs and rabbits. +He had also been employing his newly discovered sleeping- potion in curious +experiments with suspended animation. But of these things he told me very little; +though old Simes often let slip chance comments which shed some light on the +proceedings. I was not certain how much the old servant knew, but he had surely +learned considerable, being a constant companion to both Andrews and myself. + +With the passage of time, a slow but consistent feeling began creeping into my +disabled body; and at the reviving symptoms Andrews took a fanatical interest +in my case. He still seemed more coldly analytical than sympathetic toward me, +taking my pulse and heart-beat with more than usual zeal. Occasionally, in his +fevered examinations, I saw his hands tremble slightly - an uncommon sight + + + + +with so skilled a surgeon - but he seemed oblivious of my scrutiny. I was never +allowed even a momentary glimpse of my full body, but with the feeble return of +the sense of touch, I was aware of a bulk and heaviness which at first seemed +awkward and unfamiliar. + +Gradually I regained the use of my hands and arms; and with the passing of the +paralysis came a new and terrible sensation of physical estrangement. My limbs +had difficulty in following the commands of my mind, and every movement was +jerky and uncertain. So clumsy were my hands, that I had to become accustomed +to them all over again. This must, I thought, be due to my disease and the +advance of the contagion in my system. Being unaware of how the early +symptoms affected the victim (my brother's being a more advanced case), I had +no means of judging; and since Andrews shunned the subject, I deemed it better +to remain silent. + +One day I asked Andrews - I no longer considered him a friend - if I might try +rising and sitting up in bed. At first he objected strenuously, but later, after +cautioning me to keep the blankets well up around my chin so that I would not +be chilled, he permitted it. This seemed strange, in view of the comfortable +temperature. Now that late autumn was slowly turning into winter, the room +was always well heated. A growing chilliness at night, and occasional glimpses +of a leaden sky through the window, had told me of the changing season; for no +calendar was ever in sight upon the dingy walls. With the gentle help of Simes I +was eased to a sitting position, Andrews coldly watching from the door to the +laboratory. At my success a slow smile spread across his leering features, and he +turned to disappear from the darkened doorway. His mood did nothing to +improve my condition. Old Simes, usually so regular and consistent, was now +often late in his duties, sometimes leaving me alone for hours at a time. + +The terrible sense of alienation was heightened by my new position. It seemed +that the legs and arms inside my gown were hardly able to follow the +summoning of my mind, and it became mentally exhausting to continue +movement for any length of time. My fingers, woefully clumsy, were wholly +unfamiliar to my inner sense of touch, and I wondered vaguely if I were to be +accursed the rest of my days with an awkwardness induced by my dread +malady. + +It was on the evening following my half-recovery that the dreams began. I was +tormented not only at night but during the day as well. I would awaken, +screaming horribly, from some frightful nightmare I dared not think about +outside the realm of sleep. These dreams consisted mainly of ghoulish things; +graveyards at night, stalking corpses, and lost souls amid a chaos of blinding +light and shadow. The terrible reality of the visions disturbed me most of all: it + + + + +seemed that some inside influence was inducing the grisly vistas of moonlit +tombstones and endless catacombs of the restless dead. I could not place their +source; and at the end of a week I was quite frantic with abominable thoughts +which seemed to obtrude themselves upon my unwelcome consciousness. + +By that time a slow plan was forming whereby I might escape the living hell into +which I had been propelled. Andrews cared less and less about me, seeming +intent only on my progress and growth and recovery of normal muscular +reactions. I was becoming every day more convinced of the nefarious doings +going on in that laboratory across the threshold - the animal cries were shocking, +and rasped hideously on my overwrought nerves. And I was gradually +beginning to think that Andrews had not saved me from deportation solely for +my own benefit, but for some accursed reason of his own. Simes's attention was +slowly becoming slighter and slighter, and I was convinced that the aged servitor +had a hand in the deviltry somewhere. Andrews no longer eyed me as a friend, +but as an object of experimentation; nor did I like the way he fingered his scalpel +when he stood in the narrow doorway and stared at me with crafty alertness. I +had never before seen such a transformation come over any man. His ordinarily +handsome features were now lined and whisker-grown, and his eyes gleamed as +if some imp of Satan were staring from them. His cold, calculating gaze made me +shudder horribly, and gave me a fresh determination to free myself from his +bondage as soon as possible. + +I had lost track of time during my dream-orgy, and had no way of knowing how +fast the days were passing. The curtains were often drawn in the daytime, the +room being lit by waxen cylinders in the large candelabrum. It was a nightmare +of living horror and unreality; though through it all I was gradually becoming +stronger. I always gave careful responses to Andrews' inquiries concerning my +returning physical control, concealing the fact that a new life was vibrating +through me with every passing day - an altogether strange sort of strength, but +one which I was counting on to serve me in the coming crisis. + +Finally, one chilly evening when the candles had been extinguished, and a pale +shaft of moonlight fell through the dark curtains upon my bed, I determined to +rise and carry out my plan of action. There had been no movement from either of +my captors for several hours, and I was confident that both were asleep in +adjoining bedchambers. Shifting my cumbersome weight carefully, I rose to a +sitting position and crawled cautiously out of bed, down upon the floor. A +vertigo gripped me momentarily, and a wave of weakness flooded my entire +being. But finally strength returned, and by clutching at a bed-post I was able to +stand upon my feet for the first time in many months. Gradually a new strength +coursed through me, and I donned the dark robe which I had seen hanging on a +nearby chair. It was quite long, but served as a cloak over my nightdress. Again + + + + +came that feeling of awful unfamiliarity which I had experienced in bed; that +sense of alienation, and of difficulty in making my limbs perform as they should. +But there was need for haste before my feeble strength might give out. As a last +precaution in dressing, I slipped some old shoes over my feet; but though I could +have sworn they were my own, they seemed abnormally loose, so that I decided +they must belong to the aged Simes. + +Seeing no other heavy objects in the room, I seized from the table the huge +candelabrum, upon which the moon shone with a pallid glow, and proceeded +very quietly toward the laboratory door. My first steps came jerkily and with +much difficulty, and in the semi-darkness I was unable to make my way very +rapidly. When I reached the threshold, a glance within revealed my former +friend seated in a large overstuffed chair; while beside him was a smoking-stand +upon which were assorted bottles and a glass. He reclined half-way in the +moonlight through the large window, and his greasy features were creased in a +drunken smirk. An opened book lay in his lap - one of the hideous tomes from +his private library. + +For a long moment I gloated over the prospect before me, and then, stepping +forward suddenly, I brought the heavy weapon down upon his unprotected +head. The dull crunch was followed by a spurt of blood, and the fiend crumpled +to the floor, his head laid half open. I felt no contrition at taking the man's life in +such a manner. In the hideous, half-visible specimens of his surgical wizardry +scattered about the room in various stages of completion and preservation, I felt +there was enough evidence to blast his soul without my aid. Andrews had gone +too far in his practices to continue living, and as one of his monstrous specimens + +- of that I was now hideously certain - it was my duty to exterminate him. + +Simes, I realized, would be no such easy matter; indeed, only unusual good +fortune had caused me to find Andrews unconscious. When I finally reeled up to +the servant's bedchamber door, faint from exhaustion, I knew it would take all +my remaining strength to complete the ordeal. + +The old man's room was in utmost darkness, being on the north side of the +structure, but he must have seen me silhouetted in the doorway as I came in. He +screamed hoarsely, and I aimed the candelabrum at him from the threshold. It +struck something soft, making a sloughing sound in the darkness; but the +screaming continued. From that time on events became hazy and jumbled +together, but I remember grappling with the man and choking the life from him +little by little. He gibbered a host of awful things before I could lay hands on him + +- cried and begged for mercy from my clutching fingers. I hardly realized my +own strength in that mad moment which left Andrews' associate in a condition +like his own. + + + + +Retreating from the darkened chamber, I stumbled for the stairway door, sagged +through it, and somehow reached the landing below. No lamps were burning, +and my only light was a filtering of moonbeams coming from the narrow +windows in the hall. But I made my jerky way over the cold, damp slabs of stone, +reeling from the terrible weakness of my exertion, and reached the front door +after ages of fumbling and crawling about in the darkness. + +Vague memories and haunting shadows came to taunt me in that ancient +hallway; shadows once friendly and understandable, but now grown alien and +unrecognizable, so that I stumbled down the worn steps in a frenzy of something +more than fear. For a moment I stood in the shadow of the giant stone manor, +viewing the moonlit trail down which I must go to reach the home of my +forefathers, only a quarter of a mile distant. But the way seemed long, and for a +while I despaired of ever traversing the whole of it. + +At last I grasped a piece of dead wood as a cane and set out down the winding +road. Ahead, seemingly only a few rods away in the moonlight, stood the +venerable mansion where my ancestors had lived and died. Its turrets rose +spectrally in the shimmering radiance, and the black shadow cast on the beetling +hillside appeared to shift and waver, as if belonging to a castle of unreal +substance. There stood the monument of half a century; a haven for all my family +old and young, which I had deserted many years ago to live with the fanatical +Andrews. It stood empty on that fateful night, and I hope that it may always +remain so. + +In some manner I reached the aged place; though I do not remember the last half +of the journey at all. It was enough to be near the family cemetery, among whose +moss-covered and crumbling stones I would seek the oblivion I had desired. As I +approached the moonlit spot the old familiarity - so absent during my abnormal +existence - returned to plague me in a wholly unexpected way. I drew close to +my own tombstone, and the feeling of homecoming grew stronger; with it came +a fresh flood of that awful sense of alienation and disembodiment which I knew +so well. I was satisfied that the end was drawing near; nor did I stop to analyze +emotions till a little later, when the full horror of my position burst upon me. + +Intuitively I knew my own tombstone; for the grass had scarcely begun to grow +between the pieces of sod. With feverish haste I began clawing at the mound, and +scraping the wet earth from the hole left by the removal of the grass and roots. +How long I worked in the nitrous soil before my fingers struck the coffin-lid, I +can never say; but sweat was pouring from me and my nails were but useless, +bleeding hooks. + + + + +At last I threw out the last bit of loose earth, and with trembling fingers tugged +on the heavy lid. It gave a trifle; and I was prepared to lift it completely open +when a fetid and nauseous odor assailed my nostrils. I started erect, horrified. +Had some idiot placed my tombstone on the wrong grave, causing me to unearth +another body? For surely there could be no mistaking that awful stench. +Gradually a hideous uncertainty came over me and I scrambled from the hole. +One look at the newly made headpiece was enough. This was indeed my own +grave .. . but what fool had buried within it another corpse? + +All at once a bit of the unspeakable truth propelled itself upon my brain. The +odor, in spite of its putrescence, seemed somehow familiar - horribly familiar. . . . +Yet I could not credit my senses with such an idea. Reeling and cursing, I fell into +the black cavity once more, and by the aid of a hastily lit match, lifted the long lid +completely open. Then the light went out, as if extinguished by a malignant +hand, and I clawed my way out of that accursed pit, screaming in a frenzy of fear +and loathing. + +When I regained consciousness I was lying before the door of my own ancient +manor, where I must have crawled after that hideous rendezvous in the family +cemetery. I realized that dawn was close at hand, and rose feebly, opening the +aged portal before me and entering the place which had known no footsteps for +over a decade. A fever was ravaging my weakened body, so that I was hardly +able to stand, but I made my way slowly through the musty, dimly lit chambers +and staggered into my own study - the study I had deserted so many years +before. + +When the sun has risen, I shall go to the ancient well beneath the old willow tree +by the cemetery and cast my deformed self into it. No other man shall ever view +this blasphemy which has survived life longer than it should have. I do not know +what people will say when they see my disordered grave, but this will not +trouble me if I can find oblivion from that which I beheld amidst the crumbling, +moss- crusted stones of the hideous place. + +I know now why Andrews was so secretive in his actions; so damnably gloating +in his attitude toward me after my artificial death. He had meant me for a +specimen all the time - a specimen of his greatest feat of surgery, his masterpiece +of unclean witchery ... an example of perverted artistry for him alone to see. +Where Andrews obtained that other with which I lay accursed in his moldering +mansion I shall probably never know; but I am afraid that it was brought from +Haiti along with his fiendish medicine. At least these long hairy arms and +horrible short legs are alien to me ... alien to all natural and sane laws of +mankind. The thought that I shall be tortured with that other during the rest of +my brief existence is another hell. + + + + +Now I can but wish for that which once was mine; that which every man blessed +of God ought to have at death; that which I saw in that awful moment in the +ancient burial ground when I raised the lid on the coffin - my own shrunken, +decayed, and headless body. + + + + +The Green Meadow - with Winifred V. +Jackson + +Written 1918/19 + +Published Spring 1927 in The Vagrant, p. 188-95 + +(INTRODUCTORY NOTE: The following very singular narrative, or record of +impressions, was discovered under circumstances so extraordinary that they +deserve careful description. On the evening of Wednesday, August 27, 1913, at +about eight-thirty o'clock, the population of the small seaside village of +Potowonket, Maine, U.S.A., was aroused by a thunderous report accompanied +by a blinding flash; and persons near the shore beheld a mammoth ball of fire +dart from the heavens into the sea but a short distance out, sending up a +prodigious column of water. The following Sunday a fishing party composed of +John Richmond, Peter B. Carr, and Simon Canfield, caught in their trawl and +dragged ashore a mass of metallic rock, weighing 360 pounds, and looking (as +Mr. Canfield said) like a piece of slag. Most of the inhabitants agreed that this +heavy body was none other than the fireball which had fallen from the sky four +days before; and Dr. Richard M. Jones, the local scientific authority, allowed that +it must be an aerolite or meteoric stone. In chipping off specimens to send to an +expert Boston analyst. Dr. Jones discovered imbedded in the semi-metallic mass +the strange book containing the ensuing tale, which is still in his possession. + +In form the discovery resembles an ordinary note-book, about 5X3 inches in +size, and containing thirty leaves. In material, however it presents marked +peculiarities. The covers are apparently of some dark stony substance unknown +to geologists, and unbreakable by any mechanical means. No chemical reagent +seems to act upon them. The leaves are much the same, save that they are lighter +in colour, and so infinitely thin as to be quite flexible. The whole is bound by +some process not very clear to those who have observed it; a process involving +the adhesion of the leaf substance to the cover substance. These substances +cannot now be separated, nor can the leaves be torn by any amount of force. The +writing is Greek of the purest classical quality, and several students of +palaeography declare that the characters are in a cursive hand used about the +second century B. C. There is little in the text to determine the date. The +mechanical mode of writing cannot be deduced beyond the fact that it must have +resembled that of the modern slate and slate-pencil. During the course of +analytical efforts made by the late Professor Chambers of Harvard, several pages, +mostly at the conclusion of the narrative, were blurred to the point of utter +effacement before being read; a circumstance forming a well-nigh irreparable + + + + +loss. What remains of the contents was done into modem Greek letters by the +palaeographer, Rutherford, and in this form submitted to the translators. + +Professor Mayfield of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, who examined +samples of the strange stone, declares it a true meteorite; an opinion in which Dr. +von Winterfeldt of Heidelberg (interned in 1918 as a dangerous enemy alien) +does not concur. Professor Bradley of Columbia College adopts a less dogmatic +ground; pointing out that certain utterly unknown ingredients are present in +large quantities, and warning that no classification is as yet possible. + +The presence, nature, and message of the strange book form so momentous a +problem, that no explanation can even be attempted. The text, as far as +preserved, is here rendered as literally as our language permits, in the hope that +some reader may eventually hit upon an interpretation and solve one of the +greatest scientific mysteries of recent years.) + +It was a narrow place, and I was alone. On one side, beyond a margin of vivid +waving green, was the sea; blue; bright, and billowy, and send-ing up vaporous +exhalations which intoxicated me. So profuse, indeed, were these exhalations, +that they gave me an odd impression of a coales-cence of sea and sky; for the +heavens were likewise bright and blue. On the other side was the forest, ancient +almost as the sea itself, and stretch-ing infinitely inland. It was very dark, for the +trees were grotesquely huge and luxuriant, and incredibly numerous. Their giant +trunks were of a horrible green which blended weirdly with the narrow green +tract whereon I stood. At some distance away, on either side of me, the strange +forest extended down to the water's edge, obliterating the shore line and +completely hemming in the narrow tract. Some of the trees, I observed, stood in +the water itself; as though impatient of any barrier to their progress. + +I saw no living thing, nor sign that any living thing save myself had ever existed. +The sea and the sky and the wood encircled me, and reached off into regions +beyond my imagination. Nor was there any sound save of the wind-tossed wood +and of the sea. + +As I stood in this silent place, I suddenly commenced to tremble; for though I +knew not how I came there, and could scarce remember what my name and rank +had been, I felt that I should go mad if I could understand what lurked about me. +I recalled things I had learned, things I had dreamed, things I had imagined and +yearned for in some other distant life. I thought of long nights when I had gazed +up at the stars of heaven and cursed the gods that my free soul could not traverse +the vast abysses which were inaccessible to my body. I conjured up ancient +blasphemies, and terrible delvings into the papri of Democritus; but as memories +appeared, I shuddered in deeper fear, for I knew that I was alone - horribly + + + + +alone. Alone, yet dose to sentient impulses of vast, vague kind; which I prayed +never to comprehend nor encounter. In the voice of the swaying green branches I +fancied I could detect a kind of malignant hatred and demoniac triumph. +Sometimes they struck me as being in horrible colloquy with ghastly and +unthinkable things which the scaly green bodies of the trees half-hid; hid from +sight but not from consciousness. The most oppressive of my sensations was a +sinister feeling of alienage. Though I saw about me objects which I could name; +trees, grass, sea, and sky; I felt that their relation to me was not the same as that +of the trees, grass, sea, and sky I knew in another and dimly remembered life. +The nature of the difference I could not tell, yet I shook in stark fright as And +then, in a spot where I had before discerned nothing but the misty sea, I beheld +the Green Meadow; separated from me by a vast expanse of blue rippling water +with suntipped wavelets, yet strangely near. Often I would peep fearfully over +my right shoulder at the trees, but I preferred to look at the Green Meadow, +which affected me oddly. + +It was while my eyes were fixed upon this singular tract, that I first felt the +ground in motion beneath me. Beginning with a kind of throbbing agitation +which held a fiendish suggestion of conscious action, the bit of bank on which I +stood detached itself from the grassy shore and commenced to float away; borne +slowly onward as if by some current of resistless force. I did not move, +astonished and startled as I was by the unprecedented phenomenon; but stood +rigidly still until a wide lane of water yawned betwixt me and the land of trees. +Then I sat down in a sort of daze, and again looked at the sun-tipped water and +the Green Meadow. + +Behind me the trees and the things they may have been hiding seemed to radiate +infinite menace. This I knew without turning to view them, for as I grew more +used to the scene I became less and less depen-dent upon the five senses that +once had been my sole reliance. I knew the green scaly forest hated me, yet now I +was safe from it, for my bit of bank had drifted far from the shore. + +But though one peril was past, another loomed up before me. Pieces of earth +were constantly crumbling from the floating isle which held me, so that death +could not be far distant in any event. Yet even then I seemed to sense that death +would be death to me no more, for I turned again to watch the Green Meadow, +imbued with a curious feeling of security in strange contrast to my general +horror. + +Then it was that I heard, at a distance immeasurable, the sound of falling water. +Not that of any trival cascade such as I had known, but that which might be +heard in the far Scythian lands if all the Mediterranean were poured down an + + + + +unfathomable abyss. It was toward this sound that my shrinking island was +drifting, yet I was content. + +Far in the rear were happening weird and terrible things; things which I turned +to view, yet shivered to behold. For in the sky dark vaporous forms hovered +fantastically, brooding over trees and seeming to answer the challenge of the +waving green branches. Then a thick mist arose from the sea to join the sky- +forms, and the shore was erased from my sight. Though the sun - what sun I +knew not - shone brightly on the water around me, the land I had left seemed +involved in a demoniac tempest where dashed the will of the hellish trees and +what they hid, with that of the sky and the sea. And when the mist vanished, I +saw only the blue sky and the blue sea, for the land and the trees were no more. + +It was at this point that my attention was arrested by the singing in the Green +Meadow. Hitherto, as I have said, I had encountered no sign of human life; but +now there arose to my ears a dull chant whose origin and nature were +apparently unmistakable. While the words were utterly undistinguishable, the +chant awaked in me a peculiar train of associations; and I was reminded of some +vaguely disquieting lines I had once translated out of an Egyptian book, which in +turn were taken from a papyrus of ancient Meroe. Through my brain ran lines +that I fear to repeat; lines telling of very antique things and forms of life in the +days when our earth was exceeding young. Of things which thought and moved +and were alive, yet which gods and men would not consider alive. It was a +strange book. + +As I listened, I became gradually conscious of a circumstance which had before +puzzled me only subconsciously. At no time had my sight distinguished any +definite objects in the Green Meadow, an impression of vivid homogeneous +verdure being the sum total of my perception. Now, however, I saw that the +current would cause my island to pass the shore at but a little distance; so that I +might learn more of the land and of the singing thereon. My curiosity to behold +the singers had mounted high, though it was mingled with apprehension. + +Bits of sod continued to break away from the tiny tract which carried me, but I +heeded not their loss; for I felt that I was not to die with the body (or appearance +of a body) which I seemed to possess. That everything about me, even life and +death, was illusory; that I had overleaped the bounds of mortality and corporeal +entity, becoming a free, detached thing; impressed me as almost certain. Of my +location I knew nothing, save that I felt I could not be on the earth-planet once so +familiar to me. My sensations, apart from a kind of haunting terror, were those of +a traveller just embarked upon an unending voyage of discovery. For a moment I +thought of the lands and persons I had left behind; and of strange ways whereby + + + + +I might some day tell them of my adventurings, even though I might never +return. + +I had now floated very near the Green Meadow, so that the voices were clear and +distinct; but though I knew many languages I could not quite interpret the words +of the chanting. Familiar they indeed were, as I had subtly felt when at a greater +distance, but beyond a sensation of vague and awesome remembrance I could +make nothing of them. A most extraordinary quality in the voices-a quality +which I cannot describe-at once frightened and fascinated me. My eyes could +now discern several things amidst the omnipresent verdure- rocks, covered with +I bright green moss, shrubs of considerable height, and less definable shapes of +great magnitude which seemed to move or vibrate amidst the shrubbery in a +peculiar way. The chanting, whose authors I was so anxious to glimpse, seemed +loudest, at points where these shapes were most numerous and most vigorously +in motion. + +And then, as my island drifted closer and the sound of the distant waterfall grew +louder, I saw clearly the source of the chanting, and in one horrible instant +remembered everything. Of such things I cannot, dare not tell, for therein was +revealed the hideous solution of all which had puzzled me; and that solution +would drive you mad, even as it al-most drove me.... I knew now the change +through which I had passed, and through which certain others who once were +men had passed! and I knew the endless cycle of the future which none like me +may escape... I shall live forever, be conscious forever, though my soul cries out +to the gods for the boon of death and oblivion... All is before me: beyond the +deafening torrent lies the land of Stethelos, where young men are infinitely old. . . +The Green Meadow... I will send a message across the horrible immeasurable +abyss.... + +(At this point the text becomes illegible.) + + + + +The Horror at Martin's Beach - with +Sonia H. Greene + +Written June 1922 + +Published November 1923 in Weird Tales, Vol. 2, No. 4, p. 75-76, 83 + +I have never heard an even approximately adequate explanation of the horror at +Martin's Beach. Despite the large number of witnesses, no two accounts agree; +and the testimony taken by local authorities contains the most amazing +discrepancies. + +Perhaps this haziness is natural in view of the unheard-of character of the horror +itself, the almost paralytic terror of all who saw it, and the efforts made by the +fashionable Wavecrest Inn to hush it up after the publicity created by Prof. +Ahon's article "Are Hypnotic Powers Confined to Recognized Humanity?" + +Against all these obstacles I am striving to present a coherent version; for I +beheld the hideous occurrence, and believe it should be known in view of the +appalling possibilities it suggests. Martin's Beach is once more popular as a +watering-place, but I shudder when I think of it. Indeed, I cannot look at the +ocean at all now without shuddering. + +Fate is not always without a sense of drama and climax, hence the terrible +happening of August 8, 1922, swiftly followed a period of minor and agreeably +wonder-fraught excitement at Martin's Beach. On May 17 the crew of the fishing +smack Alma of Gloucester, under Capt. James P. Orne, killed, after a battle of +nearly forty hours, a marine monster whose size and aspect produced the +greatest possible stir in scientific circles and caused certain Boston naturalists to +take every precaution for its taxidermic preservation. + +The object was some fifty feet in length, of roughly cylindrical shape, and about +ten feet in diameter. It was unmistakably a gilled fish in its major affiliations; but +with certain curious modifications such as rudimentary forelegs and six-toed feet +in place of pectoral fins, which prompted the widest speculation. Its +extraordinary mouth, its thick and scaly hide, and its single, deep-set eye were +wonders scarcely less remarkable than its colossal dimensions; and when the +naturalists pronounced it an infant organism, which could not have been hatched +more than a few days, public interest mounted to extraordinary heights. + +Capt. Orne, with typical Yankee shrewdness, obtained a vessel large enough to +hold the object in its hull, and arranged for the exhibition of his prize. With + + + + +judicious carpentry he prepared what amounted to an excellent marine museum, +and, sailing south to the wealthy resort district of Martin's Beach, anchored at the +hotel wharf and reaped a harvest of admission fees. + +The intrinsic marvelousness of the object, and the importance which it clearly +bore in the minds of many scientific visitors from near and far, combined to +make it the season's sensation. That it was absolutely unique - unique to a +scientifically revolutionary degree - was well understood. The naturalists had +shown plainly that it radically differed from the similarly immense fish caught +off the Florida coast; that, while it was obviously an inhabitant of almost +incredible depths, perhaps thousands of feet, its brain and principal organs +indicated a development startlingly vast, and out of all proportion to anything +hitherto associated with the fish tribe. + +On the morning of July 20 the sensation was increased by the loss of the vessel +and its strange treasure. In the storm of the preceding night it had broken from +its moorings and vanished forever from the sight of man, carrying with it the +guard who had slept aboard despite the threatening weather. Capt. Orne, backed +by extensive scientific interests and aided by large numbers of fishing boats from +Gloucester, made a thorough and exhaustive searching cruise, but with no result +other than the prompting of interest and conversation. By August 7 hope was +abandoned, and Capt. Orne had returned to the Wavecrest Inn to wind up his +business affairs at Martin's Beach and confer with certain of the scientific men +who remained there. The horror came on August 8. + +It was in the twilight, when grey sea-birds hovered low near the shore and a +rising moon began to make a glittering path across the waters. The scene is +important to remember, for every impression counts. On the beach were several +strollers and a few late bathers; stragglers from the distant cottage colony that +rose modestly on a green hill to the north, or from the adjacent cliff-perched Inn +whose imposing towers proclaimed its allegiance to wealth and grandeur. + +Well within viewing distance was another set of spectators, the loungers on the +Inn's high-ceiled and lantern-lighted veranda, who appeared to be enjoying the +dance music from the sumptuous ballroom inside. These spectators, who +included Capt. Orne and his group of scientific confreres, joined the beach group +before the horror progressed far; as did many more from the Inn. Certainly there +was no lack of witnesses, confused though their stories be with fear and doubt of +what they saw. + +There is no exact record of the time the thing began, although a majority say that +the fairly round moon was "about a foot" above the low-lying vapors of the +horizon. They mention the moon because what they saw seemed subtly + + + + +connected with it - a sort of stealthy, dehberate, menacing ripple which rolled in +from the far skyline along the shimmering lane of reflected moonbeams, yet +which seemed to subside before it reached the shore. + +Many did not notice this ripple until reminded by later events; but it seems to +have been very marked, differing in height and motion from the normal waves +around it. Some called it cunning and calculating. And as it died away craftily by +the black reefs afar out, there suddenly came belching up out of the glitter- +streaked brine a cry of death; a scream of anguish and despair that moved pity +even while it mocked it. + +First to respond to the cry were the two life guards then on duty; sturdy fellows +in white bathing attire, with their calling proclaimed in large red letters across +their chests. Accustomed as they were to rescue work, and to the screams of the +drowning, they could find nothing familiar in the unearthly ululation; yet with a +trained sense of duty they ignored the strangeness and proceeded to follow their +usual course. + +Hastily seizing an air-cushion, which with its attached coil of rope lay always at +hand, one of them ran swiftly along the shore to the scene of the gathering +crowd; whence, after whirling it about to gain momentum, he flung the hollow +disc far out in the direction from which the sound had come. As the cushion +disappeared in the waves, the crowd curiously awaited a sight of the hapless +being whose distress had been so great; eager to see the rescue made by the +massive rope. + +But that rescue was soon acknowledged to be no swift and easy matter; for, pull +as they might on the rope, the two muscular guards could not move the object at +the other end. Instead, they found that object pulling with equal or even greater +force in the very opposite direction, till in a few seconds they were dragged off +their feet and into the water by the strange power which had seized on the +proffered life- preserver. + +One of them, recovering himself, called immediately for help from the crowd on +the shore, to whom he flung the remaining coil of rope; and in a moment the +guards were seconded by all the hardier men, among whom Capt. Orne was +foremost. More than a dozen strong hands were now tugging desperately at the +stout line, yet wholly without avail. + +Hard as they tugged, the strange force at the other end tugged harder; and since +neither side relaxed for an instant, the rope became rigid as steel with the +enormous strain. The struggling participants, as well as the spectators, were by +this time consumed with curiosity as to the nature of the force in the sea. The + + + + +idea of a drowning man had long been dismissed; and hints of whales, +submarines, monsters, and demons now passed freely around. Where humanity +had first led the rescuers, wonder kept them at their task; and they hauled with a +grim determination to uncover the mystery. + +It being decided at last that a whale must have swallowed the air-cushion, Capt. +Orne, as a natural leader, shouted to those on shore that a boat must be obtained +in order to approach, harpoon, and land the unseen leviathan. Several men at +once prepared to scatter in quest of a suitable craft, while others came to +supplant the captain at the straining rope, since his place was logically with +whatever boat party might be formed. His own idea of the situation was very +broad, and by no means limited to whales, since he had to do with a monster so +much stranger. He wondered what might be the acts and manifestations of an +adult of the species of which the fifty -foot creature had been the merest infant. + +And now there developed with appalling suddenness the crucial fact which +changed the entire scene from one of wonder to one of horror, and dazed with +fright the assembled band of toilers and onlookers. Capt. Orne, turning to leave +his post at the rope, found his hands held in their place with unaccountable +strength; and in a moment he realized that he was unable to let go of the rope. +His plight was instantly divined, and as each companion tested his own situation +the same condition was encountered. The fact could not be denied - every +struggler was irresistibly held in some mysterious bondage to the hempen line +which was slowly, hideously, and relentlessly pulling them out to sea. + +Speechless horror ensued; a horror in which the spectators were petrified to utter +inaction and mental chaos. Their complete demoralization is reflected in the +conflicting accounts they give, and the sheepish excuses they offer for their +seemingly callous inertia. I was one of them, and know. + +Even the strugglers, after a few frantic screams and futile groans, succumbed to +the paralyzing influence and kept silent and fatalistic in the face of unknown +powers. There they stood in the pallid moonlight, blindly pulling against a +spectral doom and swaying monotonously backward and forward as the water +rose first to their knees, then to their hips. The moon went partly under a cloud, +and in the half-light the line of swaying men resembled some sinister and +gigantic centipede, writhing in the clutch of a terrible creeping death. + +Harder and harder grew the rope, as the tug in both directions increased, and the +strands swelled with the undisturbed soaking of the rising waves. Slowly the +tide advanced, till the sands so lately peopled by laughing children and +whispering lovers were now swallowed by the inexorable flow. The herd of +panic- stricken watchers surged blindly backward as the water crept above their + + + + +feet, while the frightful line of strugglers swayed hideously on, half submerged, +and now at a substantial distance from their audience. Silence was complete. + +The crowd, having gained a huddling-place beyond reach of the tide, stared in +mute fascination; without offering a word of advice or encouragement, or +attempting any kind of assistance. There was in the air a nightmare fear of +impending evils such as the world had never before known. + +Minutes seemed lengthened into hours, and still that human snake of swaying +torsos was seen above the fast rising tide. Rhythmically it undulated; slowly, +horribly, with the seal of doom upon it. Thicker clouds now passed over the +ascending moon, and the glittering path on the waters faded nearly out. + +Very dimly writhed the serpentine line of nodding heads, with now and then the +livid face of a backward- glancing victim gleaming pale in the darkness. Faster +and faster gathered the clouds, till at length their angry rifts shot down sharp +tongues of febrile flame. Thunders rolled, softly at first, yet soon increasing to a +deafening, maddening intensity. Then came a culminating crash - a shock whose +reverberations seemed to shake land and sea alike - and on its heels a cloudburst +whose drenching violence overpowered the darkened world as if the heavens +themselves had opened to pour forth a vindictive torrent. + +The spectators, instinctively acting despite the absence of conscious and coherent +thought, now retreated up the cliff steps to the hotel veranda. Rumors had +reached the guests inside, so that the refugees found a state of terror nearly equal +to their own. I think a few frightened words were uttered, but cannot be sure. + +Some, who were staying at the Inn, retired in terror to their rooms; while others +remained to watch the fast sinking victims as the line of bobbing heads showed +above the mounting waves in the fitful lightning flashes. I recall thinking of those +heads, and the bulging eyes they must contain; eyes that might well reflect all the +fright, panic, and delirium of a malignant universe - all the sorrow, sin, and +misery, blasted hopes and unfulfilled desires, fear, loathing and anguish of the +ages since time's beginning; eyes alight with all the soul-racking pain of eternally +blazing infernos. + +And as I gazed out beyond the heads, my fancy conjured up still another eye; a +single eye, equally alight, yet with a purpose so revolting to my brain that the +vision soon passed. Held in the clutches of an unknown vise, the line of the +damned dragged on; their silent screams and unuttered prayers known only to +the demons of the black waves and the night-wind. + + + + +There now burst from the infuriate sky such a mad cataclysm of satanic sound +that even the former crash seemed dwarfed. Amidst a bhnding glare of +descending fire the voice of heaven resounded with the blasphemies of hell, and +the mingled agony of all the lost reverberated in one apocalyptic, planet-rending +peal of Cyclopean din. It was the end of the storm, for with uncanny suddenness +the rain ceased and the moon once more cast her pallid beams on a strangely +quieted sea. + +There was no line of bobbing heads now. The waters were calm and deserted, +and broken only by the fading ripples of what seemed to be a whirlpool far out +in the path of the moonlight whence the strange cry had first come. But as I +looked along that treacherous lane of silvery sheen, with fancy fevered and +senses overwrought, there trickled upon my ears from some abysmal sunken +waste the faint and sinister echoes of a laugh. + + + + +The Last Test - with Adolphe de Castro + +Written 1927 + +Published November 1928 in Weird Tales, Volume 12, No. 5, 625-56. + +I. + +Few persons know the inside of the Clarendon story, or even that there is an +inside not reached by the newspapers. It was a San Francisco sensation in the +days before the fire, both because of the panic and menace that kept it company, +and because of its close linkage with the governor of the state. Governor Dalton, +it will be recalled, was Clarendon's best friend, and later married his sister. +Neither Dalton nor Mrs. Dalton would ever discuss the painful affair, but +somehow the facts leaked out to a limited circle. But for that, and for the years +which have give a sort of vagueness and impersonality to the actors, one would +still pause before probing into secrets so strictly guarded at the time. + +The appointment of Dr. Alfred Clarendon as medical director of San Quentin +Penitentiary in 189- was greeted with the keenest enthusiasm throughout +California. San Francisco had at last the honour of harbouring one of the great +biologists and physicians of the period, and solid pathological leaders from all +over the world might be expected to flock thither to study his methods, profit by +his advice and researches, and learn how to cope with their own local problems. +California, almost over night, would become a centre of medical scholarship with +earthwide influence and reputation. + +Governor Dalton, anxious to spread the news in its fullest significance, saw to it +that the press carried ample and dignified accounts of his new appointee. +Pictures of Dr. Clarendon and his new home near old Goat Hill, sketches of his +career and manifold honours, and popular accounts of his salient scientific +discoveries were all presented in the principal California dailies, till the public +soon felt a sort of reflected pride in the man whose studies of pyemia in India, of +the pest in China, and of every sort of kindred disorder elsewhere would soon +enrich the world of medicine with an antitoxin of revolutionary importance - a +basic antitoxin combating the whole febrile principle at its very source, and +ensuring the ultimate conquest and extirpation of fever in all its diverse forms. + +Back of the appointments stretched an extended and now wholly unromantic +history of early friendship, long separation, and dramatically renewed +acquaintance. James Dalton and the clarendon family had been friends in New +York ten years before - friends and more than friends, since the doctor's only + + + + +sister, Georgina, was the sweetheart of Dahon's youth, while the doctor himself +had been his closest associate and almost his protege, in the days of school and +college. The father of Alfred and Georgina, a Wall Street pirate of the ruthless +elder breed, had known Dalton's father well; so well, indeed, that he had finally +stripped him of all he possessed in a memorable afternoon's fight on the stock +exchange. Dalton Senior, hopeless of recuperation and wishing to give his one +adored child the benefit of his insurance, had promptly blown out his brains; but +James had not sought to retaliate. It was, as he viewed it, all in the game; and he +wished no harm to the father of the girl he meant to marry and of the budding +young scientist whose admirer and protector he had been throughout their years +of fellowship and study. Instead, he turned to the law, established himself in a +small way, and in due course asked 'Old Clarendon' for Georgina's hand. + +Old Clarendon had refused very firmly and loudly, vowing that no pauper and +upstart lawyer was fit to be his son-in-law; and a scene of considerable violence +had occurred. James, telling the wrinkled freebooter at last what he ought to +have been told long before, had left the house and the city in a high temper; and +was embarked within a month upon the California life which was to lead him to +the governorship through many a fight with ring and politician. His farewells to +Alfred and Georgina had been brief, and he had never known the aftermath of +that scene in the Clarendon library. Only by a day did he miss the news of Old +Clarendon's death from apoplexy, and by so missing it, changed the course of his +whole career. He had not written Georgina in the decade that followed; knowing +her loyalty to her father, and waiting till his own fortune and position might +remove all obstacles to the match. Nor had he sent any word to Alfred, whose +calm indifference in the face of affection and hero-worship had always savoured +of conscious destiny and the self-sufficiency of genius. Secure in the ties of a +constancy rare even then, he had worked and risen with thoughts only of the +future; still a bachelor, and with a perfect intuitive faith that Georgina was also +waiting. + +In this faith Dalton was not deceived. Wondering perhaps why no message ever +came, Georgina found no romance save in her dreams and expectations; and in +the course of time became busy with the new responsibilities brought by her +brother's rise to greatness. Alfred's growth had not belied the promise of his +youth, and the slim boy had darted quietly up the steps of science with a speed +and permanence almost dizzying to contemplate. Lean and ascetic, with steel- +rimmed pince-nez and pointed brown beard. Dr. Alfred Clarendon was an +authority at twenty-five and an international figure at thirty. Careless of worldly +affairs with the negligence of genius, he depended vastly on the care and +management of his sister, and was secretly thankful that her memories of James +had kept her from other and more tangible alliances. + + + + +Georgina conducted the business and household of the great bacteriologist, and +was proud of his strides toward the conquest of fever. She bore patiently with his +eccentricism, calmed his occasional bouts of fanaticism, and healed those +breaches with his friends which now and then resulted from his unconcealed +scorn of anything less than a single-minded devotion to pure truth and its +progress. Clarendon was undeniably irritating at times to ordinary folk; for he +never tired of depreciating the service of the individual as contrasted with the +service of mankind as a whole, and in censuring men of learning who mingled +domestic life or outside interests with their pursuit of abstract science. His +enemies called him a bore; but his admirers, pausing before the white heat of +ecstasy into which he would work himself, became almost ashamed of ever +having any standards or aspirations outside the one divine sphere of unalloyed +knowledge. + +The doctor's travels were extensive and Georgina generally accompanied him on +the shorter ones. Three times, however, he had taken long, lone jaunts to strange +and distant places in his studies of exotic fevers and half-fabulous plagues; for he +knew that it is out of the unknown lands of cryptic and immemorial Asia that +most of the earth's diseases spring. On each of these occasions he had brought +back curious mementoes which added to the eccentricity of his home, not least +among which was the needlessly large staff of Thibetan servants picked up +somewhere in U-tsang during an epidemic of which the world never heard, but +amidst which Clarendon had discovered and isolated the germ of black fever. +These men, taller than most Thibetans and clearly belonging to a stock but little +investigated in the outside world, were of a skeletonic leanness which made one +wonder whether the doctor had sought to symbolise in them the anatomical +models of his college years. Their aspect, in the loose black silk robes of Bonpa +priests which he chose to give them, was grotesque in the highest degree; and +there was an unsmiling silence and stiffness in their motions which enhanced +their air of fantasy and gave Georgina a queer, awed feeling of having stumbled +into the pages of Vathek or the Arabian Nights. + +But queerest of all was the general factotum or clinic-man, whom Clarendon +addressed as Surama, and whom he had brought back with him after a long stay +in Northern Africa, during which he had studied certain odd intermittent fevers +among the mysterious Saharan Tuaregs, whose descent from the primal race of +lost Atlantis is an old archaeological rumour. Surama, a man of great intelligence +and seemingly inexhaustible erudition, was as morbidly lean as the Thibetan +servants; with swarthy, parchment-like skin drawn so tightly over his bald pate +and hairless face that every line of the skull stood out in ghastly prominence - +this death's-head effect being heightened by lustrelessly burning black eyes set +with a depth which left to common visibility only a pair of dark, vacant sockets. +Unlike the ideal subordinate, he seemed despite his impassive features to spend + + + + +no effort in concealing such emotions as he possessed. Instead, he carried about +an insidious atmosphere of irony or amusement, accompanied at certain +moments by a deep, guttural chuckle like that of a giant turtle which has just torn +to pieces some furry animal and is ambling away towards the sea. His race +appeared to be Caucasian, but could not be classified more clearly than that. +Some of Clarendon's friends thought he looked like a high-caste Hindoo +notwithstanding his accentless speech, while many agreed with Georgina - who +disliked him - when she gave her opinion that a Pharaoh's mummy, if +miraculously brought to life, would form a very apt twin for this sardonic +skeleton. + +Dalton, absorbed in his uphill political battles and isolated from Eastern interests +through the peculiar self-sufficiency of the old West, had not followed the +meteoric rise of his former comrade; Clarendon had actually heard nothing of +one so far outside his chosen world of science as the governor. Being of +independent and even of abundant means, the Clarendons had for many years +stuck to their old Manhattan mansion in East Nineteenth Street, whose ghosts +must have looked sorely askance at the bizarrerie of Surama and the Thibetans. +Then, through the doctor's wish to transfer his base of medical observation, the +great change had suddenly come, and they had crossed the continent to take up a +secluded life in San Francisco; buying the gloomy old Bannister place near Goat +Hill, overlooking the bay, and establishing their strange household in a rambling, +French-roofed relic of mid-Victorian design and gold-rush parvenu display, set +amidst high-walled grounds in a region still half suburban. + +Dr. Clarendon, though better satisfied than in New York, still felt cramped for +lack of opportunities to apply and test his pathological theories. Unworldly as he +was, he had never thought of using his reputation as an influence to gain public +appointment; though more and more he realised that only the medical +directorship of a government or a charitable institution - a prison, almshouse, or +hospital - would give him a field of sufficient width to complete his researches +and make his discoveries of the greatest use to humanity and science at large. + +Then he had run into James Dalton by sheer accident one afternoon in Market +Street as the governor was swinging out of the Royal Hotel. Georgina had been +with him, and an almost instant recognition had heightened the drama of the +reunion. Mutual ignorance of one another's progress had bred long explanation +and histories, and Clarendon was pleased to find that he had so important an +official for a friend. Dalton and Georgina, exchanging many a glance, felt more +than a trace of their youthful tenderness; and a friendship was then and there +revived which led to frequent calls and a fuller and fuller exchange of +confidences. + + + + +James Dalton learned of his old protege's need for political appointment, and +sought, true to his protective role of school and college days, to devise some +means of giving 'Little Alf the needed position and scope. He had, it is true, +wide appointive powers; but the legislature's constant attacks and +encroachments forced him to exercise these with the utmost discretion. At length, +however, scarcely three months after the sudden reunion, the foremost +institutional medical office in the state fell vacant. Weighing all the elements with +care, and conscious that his friend's achievements and reputation would justify +the most substantial rewards, the governor felt at last able to act. Formalities +were few, and on the eighth of November, 189-, Dr. Alfred Clarendon became +medical director of the California State Penitentiary at San Quentin. + +II. + +In scarcely more than a month the hopes of Dr. Clarendon's admirers were +amply fulfilled. Sweeping changes in methods brought to the prison's medical +routine an efficiency never before dreamed of; and though the subordinates were +naturally not without jealousy, they were obliged to admit the magical results of +a really great man's superintendence. Then came a time where mere appreciation +might well have grown to devour thankfulness at a providential conjunction of +time, place, and man; for one morning Dr Jones came to his new chief with a +grave face to announce his discovery of a case which he could not but identify as +that selfsame black fever whose germ Clarendon had found and classified. + +Dr. Clarendon shewed no surprise, but kept on at the writing before him. + +"I know," he said evenly; "I came across that case yesterday. I'm glad you +recognised it. Put the man in a separate ward, though I don't believe this fever is +contagious." + +Dr. Jones, with his own opinion of the malady's contagiousness, was glad of this +deference to caution; and hastened to execute the order. Upon his return. +Clarendon rose to leave, declaring that he would himself take charge of the case +alone. Disappointed in his wish to study the great man's methods and technique, +the junior physician watched his chief stride away toward the lone ward where +he had placed the patient, more critical of the new regime than at any time since +admiration had displaced his first jealous pangs. + +Reaching the ward. Clarendon entered hastily, glancing at the bed and stepping +back to see how far Dr. Jones's obvious curiosity might have led him. Then, +finding the corridor still vacant, he shut the door and turned to examine the +sufferer. The man was a convict of a peculiarly repulsive type, and seemed to be +racked by the keenest throes of agony. His features were frightfully contracted. + + + + +and his knees drawn sharply up in the mute desperation of the stricken. +Clarendon studied him closely, raising his tightly shut eyelids, took his pulse +and temperature, and finally dissolving a tablet in water, forced the solution +between the sufferer's lips. Before long the height of the attack abated, as shewn +by the relaxing body and returning normality of expression, and the patient +began to breathe more easily. Then, by a soft rubbing of the ears, the doctor +caused the man to open his eyes. There was life in them, for they moved from +side to side, though they lacked the fine fire which we are wont to deem the +image of the soul. Clarendon smiled as he surveyed the peace his help had +brought, feeling behind him the power of an all-capable science. He had long +known of this case, and had snatched the victim from death with the work of a +moment. Another hour and this man would have gone - yet Jones had seen the +symptoms for days before discovering them, and having discovered them, did +not know what to do. + +Man's conquest of disease, however, cannot be perfect. Clarendon, assuring the +dubious trusty-nurses that the fever was not contagious, had had the patient +bathed, sponged in alcohol, and put to bed; but was told the next morning that +the case was lost. The man had died after midnight in the most intense agony, +and with such cries and distortions of face that the nurses were driven almost to +panic. The doctor took this news with his usual calm, whatever his scientific +feelings may have been, and ordered the burial of the patient in quicklime. Then, +with a philosophic shrug of the shoulders, he made the final rounds of the +penitentiary. + +Two days later the prison was hit again. Three men came down at once this time, +and there was no concealing the fact that a black fever epidemic was under way. +Clarendon, having adhered so firmly to this theory of non-contagiousness, +suffered a distinct loss of prestige, and was handicapped by the refusal of the +trusty-nurses to attend the patients. Theirs was not the soul-free devotion of +those who sacrifice themselves to science and humanity. They were convicts, +serving only because of the privileges they could not otherwise buy, and when +the price became too great they preferred to resign the privileges. + +But the doctor was still master of the situation. Consulting with the warden and +sending urgent messages to his friend the governor, he saw to it that special +rewards in cash and in reduced terms were offered to the convicts for the +dangerous nursing service; and by this succeeded in getting a very fair quota of +volunteers. He was steeled for action now, and nothing could shake his poise +and determination. Additional cases brought only a curt nod, and he seemed a +stranger to fatigue as he hastened from bedside to bedside all over the vast stone +home of sadness and evil. More than forty cases developed within another week, +and nurses had to be brought from the city. Clarendon went home very seldom + + + + +at this stage, often sleeping on a cot in the warden's quarters, and always giving +himself up with typical abandon to the service of medicine and mankind. Then +came the first mutterings of that storm which was soon to convulse San +Francisco. News will out, and the menace of black fever spread over the town +like a fog from the bay. Reporters trained in the doctrine of 'sensation first' used +their imagination without restraint, and gloried when at last they were able to +produce a case in the Mexican quarter which a local physician - fonder perhaps +of money than of truth or civic welfare - pronounced black fever. + +That was the last straw. Frantic at the thought of the crawling death so close +upon them, the people of San Francisco went mad en masse, and embarked upon +that historic exodus of which all the country was soon to hear over busy wires. +Ferries and rowboats, excursion steamers and launches, railways and cable- cars, +bicycles and carriages, moving-vans and work carts, all were pressed into instant +and frenzied service. Sausalito and Tamalpais, as lying in the direction of San +Quentin, shared in the flight; while housing space in Oakley, Berkeley, and +Alameda rose to fabulous prices. Tent colonies sprang up, and improvised +villages lined the crowded southward highways from Millbrae to San Jose. Many +sought refuge with friends in Sacramento, while the fright-shaken residue forced +by various causes to stay behind could do little more than maintain the basic +necessities of a nearly dead city. + +Business, save for quack doctors with 'sure cures' and 'preventives' for use +against the fever, fell rapidly to the vanishing-point. At first the saloons offered +'medicated drinks', but soon found that the populace preferred to be duped by +charlatans of more professional aspect. In strangely noiseless streets persons +peered into one another's faces to glimpse possible plague symptoms, and +shopkeepers began more and more to refuse admission to their clientele, each +customer seeming to them a fresh fever menace. Legal and judicial machinery +began to disintegrate as attorneys and county clerks succumbed one by one to +the urge for flight. Even the doctors deserted in large numbers, many of them +pleading the need of vacations among the mountains and the lakes in the +northern part of the state. Schools and colleges, theatres and cafA) As, +restaurants and saloons, all gradually closed their doors; and in a single week +San Francisco lay prostate and inert with only its light, power, and water service +even half normal, with newspapers in skeletonic form, and with a crippled +parody on transportation maintained by the horse and cable cars. + +This was the lowest ebb. It could not last long, for courage and observation are +not altogether dead in mankind; and sooner or later the non-existence of any +widespread black fever epidemic outside San Quentin became too obvious a fact +to deny, notwithstanding several actual cases and the undeniable spread of +typhoid in the unsanitary suburban tent colonies. The leaders and editors of the + + + + +commentary conferred and took action, enlisting in their service the very +reporters whose energies had done so much to bring on the trouble, but now +turning their 'sensation first' avidity into more constructive channels. Editorials +and fictitious interviews appeared, telling of Dr. Clarendon's complete control of +the disease, and of the absolute impossibility of its diffusion beyond the prison +walls. Reiteration and circulation slowly did their work, and gradually a slim +backward trickle of urbanites swelled into a vigorous refluent stream. One of the +first healthy symptoms was the start of a newspaper controversy of the approved +acrimonious kind, attempting to fix blame for the panic wherever the various +participants thought it belonged. The returning doctors, jealously strengthened +by their timely vacations, began striking at Clarendon, assuring the public that +they as well as he would keep the fever in leash, and censuring him for not doing +even more to check its spread within San Quentin. + +Clarendon had, they averred, permitted far more deaths that were necessary. The +veriest tyro in medicine knew how to check fever contagion; and if this +renowned savant did not do it, it was clearly because he chose for scientific +reasons to study the final effects of the disease, rather than to prescribe properly +and save the victims. This policy, they insinuated, might be proper enough +among convicted murderers in a penal institution, but it would not do in San +Francisco, where life was still a precious and sacred thing. Thus they went on, +the papers were glad to publish all they wrote, since the sharpness of the +campaign, in which Dr. Clarendon would doubtless join, would help to +obliterate confusion and restore confidence among the people. + +But Clarendon did not reply. He only smiled, while his singular clinic -man +Surama indulged in many a deep, testudinous chuckle. He was at home more +nowadays, so that reporters began besieging the gate of the great wall the doctor +had built around his house, instead of pestering the warden's office at San +Quentin. Results, though, were equally meagre; for Surama formed an +impassable barrier between the doctor and the outer world - even after the +reporters had got into the grounds. The newspaper men getting access to the +front hall had glimpses of Clarendon's singular entourage and made the best +they could in a 'write-up' of Surama and the queer skeletonic Thibetans. +Exaggeration, of course, occurred in every fresh article, and the net effect of the +publicity was distinctly adverse to the great physician. Most persons hate the +unusual, and hundreds who could have excused heartlessness or incompetence +stood ready to condemn the grotesque taste manifested in the chuckling +attendant and the eight black-robed Orientals. + +Early in January an especially persistent young man from the Observer climbed +the moated eight-foot brick wall in the rear of the Clarendon grounds and began +a survey of the varied outdoor appearances which tree concealed from the front + + + + +walk. With quick, alert brain he took in everything - the rose-arbour, the aviaries, +the animal cages where all sorts of mammalia from monkeys to guinea-pigs +might be seen and heard, the stout wooden clinic building with barred windows +in the northwest corner of the yard - and bent searching glances throughout the +thousand square feet of intramural privacy. A great article was brewing, and he +would have escaped unscathed but for the barking of Dick, Georgina +Clarendon's gigantic and beloved St. Bernard. Surama, instant in his response, +had the youth by the collar before a protest could be uttered, and was presently +shaking him as a terrier shakes a rat, and dragging him through the trees to the +front yard and the gate. + +Breathless explanations and quavering demands to see Dr. Clarendon were +useless. Surama only chuckled and dragged his victim on. Suddenly a positive +fright crept over the dapper scribe, and he began to wish desperately that this +unearthly creature would speak, if only to prove that he really was a being of +honest flesh and blood belonging to this planet. He became deathly sick, and +strove not to glimpse the eyes which he knew must lie at the base of those gaping +black sockets. Soon he heard the gate open and felt himself propelled violently +through; in another moment waking rudely to the things of earth as he landed +wetly and muddily in the ditch which Clarendon had had dug around the entire +length of the wall. Fright gave a place to rage as he heard the massive gate slam +shut, and he rose dripping to shake his fist at the forbidding portal. Then, as he +turned to go, a soft sound grated behind him, and through a small wicket in the +gate he felt the sunken eyes of Surama and heard the echoes of a deep-voiced, +blood- freezing chuckle. + +This young man, feeling perhaps justly that his handling had been rougher than +he deserved, resolved to revenge himself upon the household responsible for his +treatment. Accordingly he prepared a fictitious interview with Dr. Clarendon, +supposed to be held in the clinic building, during which he was careful to +describe the agonies of a dozen black fever patients whom his imagination +arranged on orderly rows of couches. His master-stroke was the picture of one +especially pathetic sufferer gasping for water, while the doctor held a glass of the +sparkling fluid just out of his reach, in a scientific attempt to determine the effect +of a tantalising emotion on the course of the disease. This invention was followed +by paragraphs of insinuating comment so outwardly respectful that it bore a +double venom. Dr. Clarendon was, the article ran, undoubtedly the greatest and +most single-minded scientist in the world; but science is no friend to individual +welfare, and one would not like to have one's gravest ills drawn out and +aggravated merely to satisfy an investigator on some point of abstract truth. Life +is too short for that. + + + + +Altogether, the article was diabolically skilful, and succeeded in horrifying nine +readers out of ten against Dr. Clarendon and his supposed methods. Other +papers were quick to copy and enlarge upon its substance, taking the cue it +offered, and commencing a series of 'faked' interviews which fairly ran the +gamut of derogatory fantasy. In no case, however, did the doctor condescend to +offer a contradiction. He had no time to waste on fools and liars, and cared little +for the esteem of a thoughtless rabble he despised. When James Dalton +telegraphed his regrets and offered aid. Clarendon replied with an almost +boorish curtness. He did not heed the barking of dogs, and could not bother to +muzzle them. Nor would he thank anyone for messing with a matter wholly +beneath notice. Silent and contemptuous, he continued his duties with tranquil +evenness. + +But the young reporter's spark had done its work. San Francisco was insane +again, and this time as much with rage as with fear. Sober judgment became a +lost art; and though no second exodus occurred, there ensued a reign of vice and +recklessness born of desperation, and suggesting parallel phenomena in +mediaeval times of pestilence. Hatred ran riot against the man who had found +the disease and was struggling to restrain it, and a light-headed public forgot his +great services to knowledge in their efforts to fan the flames of resentment. They +seemed, in their blindness, to hate him in person, rather than the plague which +had come to their breeze-cleaned and usually healthy city. + +Then the young reporter, playing in the Neronic fire he had kindled, added a +crowning personal touch of his own. Remembering the indignities he had +suffered at the hands of the cadaverous clinic-man, he prepared a masterly article +on the home and environment of Dr. Clarendon, giving especial prominence to +Surama, whose very aspect he declared sufficient to scare the healthiest person +into any sort of fever. He tried to make the gaunt chuckler appear equally +ridiculous and terrible, succeeding best, perhaps, in the latter half of his +intention, since a tide of horror always welled up whenever he thought of his +brief proximity to the creature. He collected all the rumours current about the +man, elaborated on the unholy depth of his reputed scholarship, and hinted +darkly that it could have been no godly realm of secret and aeon-weighed Africa +wherein Dr. Clarendon had found him. + +Georgina, who followed the papers closely, felt crushed and hurt by these attacks +upon her brother, but James Dalton, who called often at the house, did his best to +comfort her. In this he was warm and sincere; for he wished not only to console +the woman he loved, but to utter some measure of the reverence he had always +felt for the starward-bound genius who had been his youth's closest comrade. He +told Georgina how greatness can never be exempted from the shafts of envy, and + + + + +cited the long, sad list of splendid brains crushed beneath vulgar heels. The +attacks, he pointed out, formed the truest of all proofs of Alfred's solid eminence. + +"But they hurt just the same," she replied, "and all the more because I know that +Al really suffers from them, no matter how indifferent he tries to be." + +Dalton kissed her hand in a manner not then obsolete among well-born persona. + +"And it hurts me a thousand times more, knowing that it hurts you and Alf. But +never mind, Georgie, we'll stand together and pull through it!" + +Thus it came about that Georgina came more and more to rely on the strength of +the steel-firm, square- jawed governor who had been her youthful swain, and +more and more to confide in him the things she feared. The press attacks and the +epidemic were not quite all. There were aspects of the household which she did +not like. Surama, cruel in equal measure to man and beast, filled her with the +most unnamable repulsion; and she could not help but feel he meant some +vague, indefinable harm to Alfred. She did not like the Thibetans, either, and +thought it very peculiar that Surama was able to talk with them. Alfred would +not tell her who or what Surama was, but had once explained rather haltingly +that he was a much older man that he was a much older man than would be +commonly thought credible, and that he had mastered secrets and been through +experiences calculated to make him a colleague of phenomenal value for any +scientist seeking Nature's hidden mysteries. + +Urged by her uneasiness, Dalton became a still more frequent visitor at the +Clarendon home, though he saw that his presence was deeply resented by +Surama. The bony clinic-man formed the habit of glaring peculiarly from those +spectral sockets when admitting him, and would often, after closing the gate +when he left, chuckle monotonously in a manner that made his flesh creep. +Meanwhile Dr. Clarendon seemed oblivious of everything save his work at San +Quentin, whither he went each day in his launch - alone save for Surama, who +managed the wheel while the doctor read or collated his notes. Dalton welcomed +these regular absences, for they gave him constant opportunities to renew his +suit for Georgina's hand. When he would overstay and meet Alfred, however, +the latter's greeting was always friendly despite his habitual reserve. In time the +engagement of James and Georgina grew to be a definite thing, and the two +awaited only a favourable time to speak to Alfred. + +The governor, whole-souled in everything and firm in his protective loyalty, +spared no pains in spreading propaganda on his old friend's behalf. Press and +officialdom both felt his influence, and he even succeeded in interesting scientists +in the East, many of whom came to California to study the plague and + + + + +investigate the anti-fever bacillus which Clarendon was so rapidly isolating and +perfecting. These doctors and biologists, however, did not obtain the information +they wished; so that several of them left with a very unfortunate impression. Not +a few prepared articles hostile to Clarendon, accusing him of an unscientific and +fame-seeking attitude, and intimating that he concealed his methods through a +highly unprofessional desire for ultimate personal profit. + +Others, fortunately, were more liberal in their judgments, and wrote +enthusiastically of Clarendon and his work. They had seen the patients, and +could appreciate how marvellously he held the dread disease in leash. His +secrecy regarding the antitoxin they deemed quite justifiable, since its public +diffusion in unperfected form could not but do more harm than good. Clarendon +himself, whom many of their number had met before, impressed them more +profoundly than ever, and they did not hesitate to compare him with Jenner, +Lister, Koch, Pasteur, Metchnikoff, and the rest of those whose whole lives have +served pathology and humanity. Dalton was careful to save for Alfred all the +magazines that spoke well of him, bringing them in person as an excuse to see +Georgina. They did not, however, produce much effect save a contemptuous +smile; and Clarendon would generally throw them to Surama, whose deep, +disturbing chuckle upon reading formed a close parallel to the doctor's own +ironic amusement. + +One Monday evening early in February Dalton called with the definite +impression asking Clarendon for his sister's hand. Georgina herself admitted +him to the grounds, and as they walked toward the house he stopped to pat the +great dog which rushed up and laid friendly fore paws on his breast. It was Dick, +Georgina's cherished St. Bernard, and Dalton was glad to feel that he had the +affection of a creature which meant so much to her. + +Dick was excited and glad, and turned the governor nearly half about with his +vigorous pressure as he gave a soft quick bark and sprang off through the trees +toward the clinic. He did not vanish, though, but presently stopped and looked +back, softly barking again as if he wished Dalton to follow. Georgina, fond of +obeying her huge pet's playful whims, motioned to James to see what he wanted; +and they both walked slowly after him as he trotted relievedly to the rear of the +yard where the top of the clinic building stood silhouetted against the stars +above the great brick wall. + +The outline of lights within shewed around the edges of the dark window- +curtains, so they knew that Alfred and Surama were at work. Suddenly from the +interior came a thin, subdued sound like the cry of a child - a plaintive call of +'Mamma! Mamma!' at which Dick barked, while James and Georgina started +perceptibly. Then Georgina smiled, remembering the parrots that Clarendon + + + + +always kept for experimental uses, and patted Dick on the head either to forgive +him for having fooled her and Dalton, or to console him for having been fooled +himself. + +As they turned toward the house Dalton mentioned his resolve to speak to +Alfred that evening about their engagement, and Georgina supplied no +objection. She knew that her brother would not relish the loss of a faithful +manager and companion, but believed his affection would place no barrier in the +way of her happiness. + +Later that evening Clarendon came into the house with a springy step and aspect +less grim than usual. Dalton, seeing a good omen in this easy buoyancy, took +heart as the doctor wrung his hand with a jovial "Ah, Jimmy, how's politics this +year?" He glanced at Georgina, and she quietly excused herself, while the two +men settled down to a chat on general subjects. Little by little, amidst many +reminders of their old youthful days, Dalton worked toward his point; till at last +he came out plainly with the crucial inquiry. + +" Alf, I want to marry Georgina. Have we your blessing?" + +Keenly watching his old friend, Dalton saw a shadow steal over his face. The +dark eyes flashed for a moment, then veiled themselves as wonted placidity +returned. So science or selfishness was at work after all! + +"You're asking an impossibility, James. Georgina isn't the aimless butterfly she +was years ago. She has a place in the service of truth and mankind now, and that +place is here. She's decided to devote her life to my work - or the household that +makes my work possible - and there's no room for desertion or personal +caprice." + +Dalton waited to see if had finished. The same old fanaticism - humanity versus +the individual - and the doctor was going to let it spoil his sister's life! Then he +tried to answer. + +"But look here, Alf, do you mean to say that Georgina, in particular, is so +necessary to your work that you must make a slave and martyr out of her? Use +your sense of proportion, man! If it were a question of Surama or somebody in +the utter thick of your experiments it might be different; but, after all, Georgina is +only a housekeeper to you in the last analysis. She has promised to be my wife +and says that she loves me. Have you the right to cut her off from the life that +belongs to her? Have you the right - " + + + + +"That'll do, James!" Clarendon's face was set and white. "Whether or not I have +the right to govern my own family is no business of an outsider." + +"Outsider - you can say that to a man who - " Dalton almost choked as the steely +voice of the doctor interrupted him again. + +"An outsider to my family, and from now on an outsider to my home. Dalton, +your presumption goes just a little too far! Good evening. Governor!" + +And Clarendon strode from the room without extending his hand. + +Dalton hesitated for a moment, almost at a loss what to do, when presently +Georgina entered. Her face shewed that she had spoken with her brother, and +Dalton took both her hands impetuously. + +"Well, Georgie, what do you say? I'm afraid it's a choice between Alf and me. +You know how I feel - you know how I felt before when it was your father I was +up against. What's your answer this time?" + +He paused as she responded slowly. + +"James, dear, do you believe that I love you?" + +He nodded and pressed her hands expectantly. + +"Then, if you love me, you'll wait a while. Don't think of Al's rudeness. He's to +be pitied. I can't tell you the whole thing now, but you know how worried I am - +what with the strain of his work, the criticism, and the staring and cackling of +that horrible creature Surama! I'm afraid he'll break down - he shews the strain +more than anyone outside the family could tell. I can see it, for I've watched him +all my life. He's changing - slowly bending under his burdens - and he puts on +his extra brusqueness to hide it. You can see what I mean, can't you, dear?" + +She paused, and Dalton nodded again, pressing one of her hands to his breast. +Then she concluded. + +"So promise me, dear, to be patient. I must stand by him; I must! I must!" + +Dalton did not speak for a while, but his head inclined in what was almost a bow +of reverence. There was more of Christ in this devoted woman than he had +thought any human being possessed, and in the face of such love and loyalty he +could do no urging. + + + + +Words of sadness and parting were brief; and James, whose blue eyes were +misty, scarcely saw the gaunt clinic -man as the gate to the street was at last +opened to him. But when it slammed to behind him he heard that blood-curdling +chuckle he had come to recognize so well, and knew that Surama was there - +Surama, whom Georgina had called her brother's evil genius. Walking away +with a firm step, Dalton resolved to be watchful, and to act at the first sign of +trouble. + +III. + +Meanwhile San Francisco, the epidemic still on the lips of all, seethed with anti- +Clarendon feeling. Actually the cases outside the penitentiary were very few, and +confined almost wholly to the lower Mexican element whose lack of sanitation +was a standing invitation to disease of every kind; but politicians and the people +needed no more than this to confirm the attacks made by the doctor's enemies. +Seeing that Dalton was immovable in his championship of Clarendon, the +malcontents, medical dogmatists, and wardheelers turned their attention to the +state legislature; lining up the anti-Clarendonists and the governor's old enemies +with great shrewdness, and preparing to launch a law - with a veto-proof +majority - transferring the authority for minor institutional appointments from +the chief executive to the various boards or commissions concerned. + +In the furtherance of this measure no lobbyist was more active than Clarendon's +chief successor. Dr. Jones. Jealous of his superior from the first, he now saw an +opportunity for turning matters to his liking; and he thanked fate for the +circumstance - responsible indeed for his present position - of his relationship to +the chairman of the prison board. The new law, if passed, would certainly mean +the removal of Clarendon and the appointment of himself in his stead; so, +mindful of his own interest, he worked hard for it. Jones was all that Clarendon +was not - a natural politician and sycophantic opportunist who served his own +advancement first and science only incidentally. He was poor, and avid for +salaried position, quite in contrast to the wealthy and independent savant he +sought to displace. So with a rat-like cunning and persistence he laboured to +undermine the great biologist above him, and was one day rewarded by the +news that the new law was passed. Thenceforward the governor was powerless +to make appointments to the state institutions, and the medical dictatorship of +San Quentin lay at the disposal of the prison board. + +Of all this legislative turmoil Clarendon was singularly oblivious. Wrapped +wholly in matters of administration and research, he was blind to the treason of +'that ass Jones' who worked by his side, and deaf to all the gossip of the +warden's office. He had never in his life read the newspapers, and the +banishment of Dalton from his home cut off his last real link with the world of + + + + +outside events. With the naivetA) A of a recluse, he at no time thought of his +position as insecure. In view of Dalton's loyalty, and of his forgiveness of even +the greatest wrongs, as shewn in his dealings with the elder Clarendon who had +crushed his father to death on the stock exchange, the possibility of a +gubernatorial dismissal was, of course, out of the question; nor could the doctor's +political ignorance envisage a sudden shift of power which might place the +matter of retention or dismissal in very different hands. Thereupon he merely +smiled with satisfaction when Dalton left for Sacramento; convinced that his +place in San Quentin and his sister's place in his household were alike secure +from disturbance. He was accustomed to having what he wanted, and fancied +his luck was still holding out. + +The first week in March, a day or so after the enactment of the new law, the +chairman of the prison board called at San Quentin. Clarendon was out, but Dr. +Jones was glad to shew the august visitor - his own uncle, incidentally - through +the great infirmary, including the fever ward made so famous by press and +panic. By this time converted against his will to Clarendon's belief in the fever's +non-contagiousness, Jones smilingly assured his uncle that nothing was to be +feared, and encouraged him to inspect the patients in detail - especially a ghastly +skeleton, once a very giant of bulk and vigour, who was, he insinuated, slowly +and painfully dying because Clarendon would not administer the proper +medicine. + +"Do you mean to say," cried the chairman, "that Dr. Clarendon refuses to let the +man have what he needs, knowing his life could be saved?" + +"Just that," snapped Dr. Jones, pausing as the door opened to admit none other +than Clarendon himself. Clarendon nodded coldly to Jones and surveyed the +visitor, whom he did not know, with disapproval. + +"Dr. Jones, I thought you knew this case was not to be disturbed at all. And +haven't I said that visitors aren't to be admitted except by special permission?" + +But the chairman interrupted before his nephew could introduce him. + +"Pardon me. Dr. Clarendon, but am I to understand that you refuse to give this +man the medicine that would save him?" + +Clarendon glared coldly, and rejoined with steel in his voice, + +"That's an impertinent question, sir. I am in authority here, and visitors are not +allowed. Please leave the room at once." + + + + +The chairman, his sense of drama secretly tickled, answered with greater pomp +and hauteur than were necessary. + +"You mistake me, sir! I, not you, am master here. You are addressing the +chairman of the prison board. I must say, however, that I deem your activity a +menace to the welfare of the prisoners, and must request your resignation. +Henceforth Dr. Jones will be in charge, and if you choose to remain until your +formal dismissal you will take your orders from him." + +It was Wilfred Jones's great moment. Life never gave him another such climax, +and we need not grudge him this one. After all, he was a small rather than a bad +man, and he had only obeyed a small man's code of looking to himself at all +costs. Clarendon stood still, gazing at the speaker as if he thought him mad, till +in another second the look of triumph on Dr. Jones's face convinced him that +something important was indeed afoot. He was icily courteous as he replied. + +"No doubt you are what you claim to be, sir. But fortunately my appointment +came from the governor of the state, and can therefore be revoked only by him." + +The chairman and his nephew both stared perplexedly, for they had not realized +to what lengths unworldly ignorance can go. Then the older man, grasping the +situation, explained at some length. + +"Had I found that the current reports did you an injustice," he concluded, "I +would have deferred action; but the case of this poor man and your own +arrogant manner left me no choice. As it is - " + +But Dr. Clarendon interrupted with a new razor-sharpness in his voice. + +"As it is, I am the director in charge at present, and I ask you to leave this room +at once." + +The chairman reddened and exploded. + +"Look here, sir, who do you think you're talking to? I'll have you chucked out of +here - damn your impertinence!" + +But he had time only to finish the sentence. Transferred by the insult to a sudden +dynamo of hate, the slender scientist launched out with both fists in a burst of +preternatural strength of which no one would have thought him capable. And if +his strength was preternatural, his accuracy of aim was no less so; for not even a +champion of the ring could have wrought a neater result. Both men - the +chairman and Dr. Jones - were squarely hit; the one full in the face and the other +on the point of the chin. Going down like felled trees, they lay motionless and + + + + +unconscious on the floor; while Clarendon, now clear and completely master of +himself, took his hat and cane and went out to join Surama in the launch. Only +when seated in the moving boat did he at last give audible vent to the frightful +rage that consumed him. Then, with face convulsed, he called down +imprecations from the stars and the gulfs beyond the stars; so that even Surama +shuddered, made an elder sign that no book of history records, and forgot to +chuckle. + +IV. + +Georgina soothed her brother's hurt as best she could. He had come home +mentally and physically exhausted and thrown himself on the library lounge; +and in that gloomy room, little by little, the faithful sister had taken in the almost +incredible news. Her consolations were instantaneous and tender, and she made +him realise how vast, though unconscious, a tribute to his greatness the attacks, +persecution, and dismissal all were. He had tried to cultivate the indifference she +preached, and could have done so had personal dignity alone been involved. But +the loss of scientific opportunity was more than he could calmly bear, and he +sighed again and again as he repeated how three months more of study in the +prison might have given him at last the long-sought bacillus which would make +all fever a thing of the past. + +Then Georgina tried another mode of cheering, and told him that surely the +prison board would send for him again if the fever did not abate, or if it broke +out with increased force. But even this was ineffective, and Clarendon answered +only in a string of bitter, ironic, and half-meaningless little sentences whose tone +shewed all too clearly how deeply despair and resentment had bitten. + +"Abate? Break out again? Oh, it'll abate all right! At least, they'll think it has +abated. They'd think anything, no matter what happens! Ignorant eyes see +nothing, and bunglers are never discovered. Science never shews her face to that +sort. And they call themselves doctors! Best of all, fancy that ass Jones in charge!" + +Coming with a quick sneer, he laughed so daemonically that Georgina shivered. + +The days that followed were dismal ones indeed at the Clarendon mansion. +Depression, stark and unrelieved, had taken hold of the doctor's usually tireless +mind; and he would even have refused food had not Georgina forced it upon +him. His great notebook of observations lay unopened on the library table, and +his little gold syringe of anti-fever serum - a clever device of his own, with a self- +contained reservoir, attached to a broad gold ring, and single-pressure action +peculiar to itself - rested idly in a small leather case beside it. Vigour, ambition, +and the desire for stuffy and observation seemed to have died within him; and + + + + +he made no inquiries about his chnic, where hundreds of germ cultures stood in +their orderly phials awaiting his attention. + +The countless animals held for experiments played, lively and well fed, in the +early spring sunshine; and as Georgina strolled out through the rose-arbour to +the cages she felt a strangely incongruous sense of happiness about her. She +knew, though, how tragically transient that happiness must be; since the start of +new work would soon make all these small creatures unwilling martyrs to +science. Knowing this, she glimpsed a sort of compensating element in her +brother's inaction, and encouraged him to keep on in a rest he needed so badly. +The eight Thibetan servants moved noiselessly about, each as impeccable +effective as usual; and Georgina saw to it that the order of the household did not +suffer because of the master's relaxation. + +Study and starward ambition laid aside in slippered and dressing-gowned +indifference. Clarendon was content to let Georgina treat him as an infant. He +met her maternal fussiness with a slow, sad smile, and always obeyed her +multitude of orders and precepts. A kind of faint, wistful felicity came over the +languid household, amidst which the only dissenting note was supplied by +Surama. He indeed was miserable, and looked often with sullen and resentful +eyes at the sunny serenity in Georgina's face. His only joy had been the turmoil +of experiment, and he missed the routine of seizing the fated animals, bearing +them to the clinic in clutching talons, and watching them with hot brooding gaze +and evil chuckles as they gradually fell into the final coma with wide-opened, +red-rimmed eyes, and swollen tongue lolling from froth-covered mouth. + +Now he was seemingly driven to desperation by the sight of the carefree +creatures in their cages, and frequently came to ask Clarendon if there were any +orders. Finding the doctor apathetic and unwilling to begin work, he would go +away muttering under his breath and glaring curses upon everything; stealing +with cat-like tread to his own quarters in the basement, where his voice would +sometimes ascend in deep, muffled rhythms of blasphemous strangeness and +uncomfortable ritualistic suggestion. + +All this wore on Georgina's nerves, but not by any means so gravely as her +brother's continued lassitude itself. The duration of the state alarmed her, and +little by little she lost the air of cheerfulness which had so provoked the clinic- +man. Herself skilled in medicine, she found the doctor's condition highly +unsatisfactory from an alienist's point of view; and she now feared as much from +his absence of interest and activity as she had formerly feared from his fanatical +zeal and overstudy. Was lingering melancholy about to turn the once brilliant +man of intellect into an innocuous imbecile? + + + + +Then, toward the end of May, came the sudden change. Georgina always +recalled the smallest details connected with it; details as trivial as the box +delivered to Surama the day before, postmarked Algiers, and emitting a most +unpleasant odour; and the sharp, sudden thunderstorm, rare in the extreme for +California, which sprang up that night as Surama chanted his rituals behind his +locked basement door in a droning chest-voice louder and more intense than +usual. + +It was a sunny day, and she had been in the garden gathering flowers for the +dining-room. Re-entering the house, she glimpsed her bother in the library, fully +dressed and seated at the table, alternately consulting the notes in his thick +observation book, and making fresh entries with brisk assured strokes of the pen. +He was alert and vital, and there was a satisfying resilience about his movements +as he now and then turned a page, or reached for a book from the rear of the +great table. Delighted and relieved, Georgina hastened to deposit her flowers in +the dining-room and returned; but when she reached the library again she found +that her brother was gone. + +She knew, of course, that he must be in the clinic at work, and rejoiced to think +that his old mind and purpose had snapped back into place. Realizing it would +be of no use to delay the luncheon for him, she at alone and set aside a bite to be +kept warm in case of his return at an odd moment. But he did not come. He was +making up for lost time, and was still in the great stout-planked clinic when she +went for a stroll through the rose-arbour. + +As she walked among the fragrant blossoms she saw Surama fetching animals +for the test. She wished she could notice him less, for he always made her +shudder; but her very dread had sharpened her eyes and ears where he was +concerned. He always went hatless around the yard, and total hairlessness of his +head enhanced his skeleton-like aspect horribly. Now she heard a faint chuckle +as he took a small monkey from its cage against the wall and carried it to the +clinic, his long, bony fingers pressing so cruelly into its furry sides that it cried +out in frightened anguish. The sight sickened her, and brought her walk to an +end. Her inmost soul rebelled at the ascendancy this creature had gained over +her brother, and she reflected bitterly that the two had almost changed places as +master and servant. + +Night came without Clarendon's return to the house, and Georgina concluded +that he was absorbed in one of his very longest sessions, which meant total +disregard of time. She hated to retire without a talk with him about his sudden +recovery; but finally, feeling it would be futile to wait up, she wrote a cheerful +note and propped it before his chair on the library table; then started resolutely +for bed. + + + + +She was not quite asleep when she heard the outer door open and shut. So it had +not been an all night session after all! Determined to see that her brother had a +meal before retiring she rose, slipped on a robe, and descended to the library, +halting only when she heard voices from behind the half-opened door. +Clarendon and Surama were talking, and she waited till the clinic-man might go. + +Surama, however, shewed no inclination to depart; and indeed, the whole heated +tenor of the discourse seemed to bespeak absorption and promise length. +Georgina, though she had not meant to listen, could not help catching a phrase +now and then, and presently became aware of a sinister undercurrent which +frightened her very much without being wholly clear to her. Her brother's voice, +nervous, incisive, held her notice with disquieting persistence. + +"But anyway," he was saying, "we haven't enough animals for another day, and +you know how hard it is to get a decent supply at short notice. It seems silly to +waste so much effort on comparative trash when human specimens could be had +with just a little extra care." + +Georgina sickened at the possible implication, and caught at the hall rack to +steady herself. Surama was replying in that deep, hollow tone which seemed tOo +echo with the evil of a thousand ages and a thousand planets. + +"Steady, steady - what a child you are with your haste and impatience! You +crowd things so! When you've lived as I have, so that a whole life will seem only +an hour, you won't be so fretful about a day or week or month! You work too +fast. You've plenty of specimens in the cages for a full week if you'll only go at a +sensible rate. You might even begin on the older material if you'd be sure not to +overdo it." + +"Never mind my haste!" the reply was snapped out sharply. "I have my own +methods. I don't want to use our material if I can help it, for I prefer them as they +are. And you'd better be careful of them anyway - you know the knives some of +those sly dogs carry." + +Surama's deep chuckle came. + +"Don't worry about that. The brutes eat, don't they? Well, I can get you one any +time you need it. But go slow - with the boy gone, there are only eight, and now +that you've lost San Quentin it'll be hard to get new ones by the wholesale. I'd +advise you to start in on Tsanpo - he's the least use to you as he is, and - " + +But that was all Georgina heard. Transfixed by a hideous dread from the +thoughts this talk excited, she nearly sank to the floor where she stood, and was + + + + +scarcely able to drag herself up the stairs and into her room. What was the evil +monster Surama planning? Into what was he guiding her brother? What +monstrous circumstances lay behind these cryptic sentences? A thousand +phantoms of darkness and menace danced before her eyes, and she flung herself +upon the bed without hope of sleep. One thought above the rest stood out with +fiendish prominence, and she almost screamed aloud as it beat itself into her +brain with renewed force. Then Nature, kinder than she expected, intervened at +last. Closing her eyes in a dead faint, she did not awake till morning, nor did any +fresh nightmare come to join the lasting one which the overheard words had +brought. + +With the morning sunshine came a lessening of the tension. What happens in the +night when one is tired often reaches the consciousness in distorted forms, and +Georgina could see that her brain must have given strange colour to scraps of +common medical conversation. To suppose her brother - only son of the gentle +Frances Schuyler Clarendon - guilty of strange sacrifices in the name of science +would be to do an injustice to their blood, and she decided to omit all mention of +her trip downstairs, lest Alfred ridicule her fantastic notions. + +When she reached the breakfast table she found that Clarendon was already +gone, and regretted that not even this second morning had given her a chance to +congratulate him on his revived activity. Quietly taking the breakfast served by +stone-deaf old Margarita, the Mexican cook, she read the morning paper and +seated herself with some needlework by the sitting-room window overlooking +the great yard. All was silent out there, and she could see that the last of the +animal cages had been emptied. Science was served, and the lime-pit held all that +was left of the once pretty and lively little creatures. This slaughter had always +grieved her, but she had never complained, since she knew it was all for +humanity. Being a scientist's sister, she used to say to herself, was like being the +sister of a soldier who kills to save his countrymen from their foes. + +After luncheon Georgina resumed her post by the window, and had been busy +sewing for some time when the sound of a pistol shot from the yard caused her +to look out in alarm. There, not far from the clinic, she saw the ghastly form of +Surama, a revolver in his hand, and his skull-face twisted into a strange +expression as he chuckled at a cowering figure robed in black silk and carrying a +long Thibetan knife. It was the servant Tsanpo, and as she recognised the +shrivelled face Georgina remembered horribly what she had overheard the night +before. The sun flashed on the polished blade, and suddenly Surama's revolver +spat once more. This time the knife flew from the Mongol's hand, and Surama +glanced greedily at his shaking and bewildered prey. + + + + +Then Tsanpo, glancing quickly at his unhurt hand and at the fallen knife, sprang +nimbly away from the stealthily approaching clinic-man and made a dash for the +house. Surama, however, was too swift for him, and caught him in a single leap, +seizing his shoulder and almost crushing him. For a moment the Thibetan tried +to struggle, but Surama lifted him like an animal by the scruff of the neck and +bore him off toward the clinic. Georgina heard him chuckling and taunting the +man in his own tongue, and saw the yellow face of the victim twist and quiver +with fright. Suddenly realising against her own will what was taking place, a +great horror mastered her and she fainted for the second time within twenty-four +hours. + +When consciousness returned, the golden light of late afternoon was flooding the +room. Georgina, picking up her fallen work-basket and scattered materials, was +lost in a daze of doubts; but finally felt convinced that the scene which had +overcome her must have been all too tragically real. Her first fears, then, were +horrible truths. What to do about it, nothing in her experience could tell her; and +she was vaguely thankful that her brother did not appear. She must talk to him, +but not now. She could not talk to anybody now. And, thinking shudderingly of +the monstrous happening behind those barred clinic windows, she crept into bed +for a long night of anguished sleeplessness. + +Rising haggardly on the following day, Georgina saw the doctor for the first time +since his recovery. He was bustling about preoccupiedly, circulating between the +house and the clinic, and paying little attention to anything besides his work. +There was no chance for the dreaded interview, and Clarendon did not even +notice his sister's worn-out aspect and hesitant manner. + +In the evening she heard him in the library, talking to himself in a fashion most +unusual for him, and she felt that he was under a great strain which might +culminate in the return of his apathy. Entering the room, she tried to clam him +without referring to any trying subject, and forced a steadying cup of bouillon +upon him. Finally she asked gently what was distressing him, and waited +anxiously for his reply, hoping to hear that Surama's treatment of the poor +Thibetan had horrified and outraged him. + +There was a note of fretfulness in his voice as he responded. + +"What's distressing me? Good God, Georgina, what isn't? Look at the cages and +see if you have to ask again! Cleaned out - milked dry - not a cursed specimen +left; and a line of the most important bacterial cultures incubating in their tubes +without a chance to do an ounce of good! Days' work wasted - whole +programme set back - it's enough to drive a man mad! How shall I ever get +anywhere if I can't scrape up some decent subjects?" + + + + +Georgina stroked his forehead. + +"I think you ought to rest a while, Al dear." + +He moved away. + +"Rest? That's good! That's damn good! What else have I been doing but resting +and vegetating and staring blankly into space for the last fifty or a hundred or a +thousand years? Just as I manage to shake off the clouds, I have to run short of +material - and then I'm told to lapse back again into drooling stupefaction! God! +And all the while some sneaking thief is probably working with my data and +getting ready to come out ahead of me with the credit for my own work. I'll lose +by a neck - some fool with the proper specimens will get the prize, when one +week more with even half-adequate facilities would see me through with flying +colours!" + +His voice rose querulously, and there was an overtone of mental strain which +Georgina did not like. She answered softly, yet not so softly as to hint at the +soothing of a psychopathic case. + +"But you're killing yourself with this worry and tension, and if you're dead, how +can you do your work?" + +He gave a smile that was almost a sneer. + +"I guess a week or a month - all the time I need - wouldn't quite finish me, and it +doesn't much matter what becomes of me or any other individual in the end. +Science is what must be served - science - the austere cause of human knowledge. +I'm like the monkeys and birds and guinea pigs I use - just a cog in the machine, +to be used to the advantage of the whole. They had to be killed - 1 may have to be +killed - what of it? Isn't the cause we serve worth that and more?" + +Georgina sighed. For a moment she wondered whether, after all, this ceaseless +round of slaughter really was worthwhile. + +"But are you absolutely sure your discovery will be enough of a boon to +humanity to warrant these sacrifices?" + +Clarendon's eyes flashed dangerously. + +"Humanity! What the deuce is humanity? Science! Dolts! Just individuals over +and over again! Humanity is made for preachers to whom it means the blindly +credulous. Humanity is made for the predatory rich to whom it speaks in terms +of dollars and cents. Humanity is made for the politician to whom it signifies + + + + +collective power to be used to his advantage. What is humanity? Nothing! Thank +God that crude illusion doesn't last! What a grown man worships is truth - +knowledge - science - light - the rending of the veil and the pushing back of the +shadow. Knowledge, the juggernaut! There is death in our own ritual. We must +kill - dissect - destroy - and all for the sake of discovery - the worship of the +ineffable light. The goddess Science demands it. We test a doubtful poison by +killing. How else? No thought for self - just knowledge - the effect must be +known." + +His voice trailed off in a kind of temporary exhaustion, and Georgina shuddered +slightly. + +"But this is horrible, Al! You shouldn't think of it that way!" + +Clarendon cackled sardonically, in a manner which stirred odd and repugnant +associations in his sister's mind. + +"Horrible? You think what I say is horrible? You ought to hear Surama! I tell you, +things were known to the priests of Atlantis that would have you drop dead of +fright if you heard a hint of them. Knowledge was knowledge a hundred +thousand years ago, when our especial forbears were shambling about Asia as +speechless semi-apes! They know something of it in the Hoggar region - there are +rumours in the farther uplands of Thibet - and once I heard an old man in China +calling on Yog-Sothoth - " + +He turned pale, and made a curious sign in the air with his extended forefinger. +Georgina felt genuinely alarmed, but became somewhat calmer as his speech +took a less fantastic form. + +"Yes, it may be horrible, but it's glorious too. The pursuit of knowledge, I mean. +Certainly, there's no slovenly sentiment connected with it. Doesn't Nature kill - +constantly and remorselessly - and are any but fools horrified at the struggle? +Killings are necessary. They are the glory of science. We learn something from +them, and we can't sacrifice learning to sentiment. Hear the sentimentalities howl +against vaccination! They fear it will kill the child. Well, what if it does? How +else can we discover the laws of disease concerned? As a scientist's sister you +ought to know better that to praise sentiment. You ought to help my work +instead of hindering it!" + +"But, Al," protested Georgina, "I haven't the slightest intention of hindering your +work. Haven't I always tried to help as much as I could? I am ignorant, I +suppose, and can't help very actively; but at least I'm proud of you - proud for + + + + +my own sake and for the family's sake - and I've always tried to smooth the way. +You've given me credit for that many a time." + +Clarendon looked at her keenly. + +"Yes," he said jerkily as he rose and strode from the room, "you're right. You've +always tried to help as best you know. You may have yet a chance to help still +more." + +Georgina, seeing him disappear through the front door, followed him into the +yard. Some distance away a lantern was shining through the trees, and as they +approached it they saw Surama bending over a large object stretched on the +ground. Clarendon, advancing, gave a short grunt; but when Georgina saw what +it was she rushed up with a shriek. It was Dick, the great St. Bernard, and he was +lying still with reddened eyes and protruding tongue. + +"He's sick, Al!" she cried. "Do something for him, quick!" + +The doctor looked at Surama, who had uttered something in a tongue unknown +to Georgina. + +"Take him to the clinic," he ordered; "I'm afraid Dick's caught the fever." + +Surama took up the dog as he had taken poor Tsanpo the day before, and carried +him silently to the building near the mall. He did not chuckle this time, but +glanced at Clarendon with what appeared to be real anxiety. It almost seemed to +Georgina that Surama was asking the doctor to save her pet. + +Clarendon, however, made no move to follow, but stood still for a moment and +then sauntered slowly toward the house. Georgina, astonished at such +callousness, kept up a running fire of entreaties on Dick's behalf, but it was of no +use. Without paying the slightest attention to her pleas he made directly for the +library and began to read in a large old book which had lain face down on the +table. She put her hand on his shoulder as he sat there, but he did not speak or +turn his head. He only kept on reading, and Georgina, glancing curiously over +his shoulder, wondered in what strange alphabet this brass-bound tome was +written. + +In the cavernous parlour across the hall, sitting alone in the dark a quarter of an +hour later, Georgina came to her decision. Something was gravely wrong - just +what, and to what extent, she scarcely dared formulate to herself - and it was +time that she called in some stronger force to help her. Of course it must be +James. He was powerful and capable, and his sympathy and affection would + + + + +shew him the right thing to do. He had known Al always, and would +understand. + +It was by this time rather late, but Georgina had resolved on action. Across the +hall the light still shone from the library, and she looked wistfully at the doorway +as she quietly donned a hat and left the house. Outside the gloomy mansion and +forbidding grounds, it was only a short way to Jackson Street, where by good +luck she found a carriage to take her to the Western Union telegraph office. There +she carefully wrote out a message to James Dalton in Sacramento, asking him to +come at once to San Francisco on a matter of the greatest importance to them all. + +V. + +Dalton was frankly perplexed by Georgina's sudden message. He had had no +word from the Clarendons since that stormy February evening when Alfred had +declared him an outsider to his home; and he in turn had studiously refrained +from communicating, even when he had longed to express sympathy after the +doctor's summary outing from office. He had fought hard to frustrate the +politicians and keep the appointee power, and was bitterly sorry to watch the +unseating of a man who, despite recent estrangements, still represented to him +the ultimate ideal of scientific competence. + +Now, with this clearly frightened summons before him, he could not imagine +what had happened. He knew, though, that Georgina was not one to lose her +head or send forth a needless alarm; hence he wasted no time, but took the +Overland which left Sacramento within the hour, going at once to his club and +sending word to Georgina by a messenger that he was in town and wholly at her +service. + +Meanwhile things had been quiescent at the Clarendon home, notwithstanding +the doctor's continued taciturnity and his absolute refusal to report on the dog's +condition. Shadows of evil seemed omnipresent and thickening, but for the +moment there was a lull. Georgina was relieved to get Dalton's message and +learn that he was close at hand, and sent back word that she would call him +when necessity arose. Amidst all the gathering tension some faint compensating +element seemed manifest, and Georgina finally decided that it was the absence of +the lean Thibetans, whose stealthy, sinuous ways and disturbing exotic aspect +had always annoyed her. They had vanished all at once; and old Margarita, the +sole visible servant left in the house, told her they were helping their master and +Surama at the clinic. + +The following morning - the twenty-eighth of May - long to be remembered - +was dark and lowering, and Georgina felt the precarious calm wearing thin. She + + + + +did not see her brother at all, but knew he was in the clinic hard at work at +something despite the lack of specimens he had bewailed. She wondered how +poor Tsanpo was getting along, and whether he had really been subjected to any +serious inoculation, but it must be confessed that she wondered more about +Dick. She longed to know whether Surama had done anything for the faithful +dog amidst his master's oddly callous indifference. Surama's apparent solicitude +on the night of Dick's seizure had impressed her greatly, giving her perhaps the +kindliest feeling she had ever had for the detested clinic-man. Now, as the day +advanced, she found herself thinking more and more of Dick; till at last her +harassed nerves, finding in this one detail a sort of symbolic summation of the +whole horror that lay upon the household, could stand the suspense no longer. + +Up to that time she had always respected Al's imperious wish that he be never +approached or disturbed at the clinic; but as this fateful afternoon advanced, her +resolution to break through the barrier grew stronger and stronger. Finally she +set out with determined face, crossing the yard and entering the unlocked +vestibule of the forbidden structure with the fixed intention of discovering how +the dog was or of knowing the reason for her brother's secrecy. + +The inner door, as usual, was locked; and behind it she heard voices in heated +conversation. When her knocking brought no response she rattled the knob as +loudly as possible, but still the voices argued on unheeding. They belonged, of +course, to Surama and her brother; and as she stood there trying to attract +attention she could not help catch something of their drift. Fate had made her for +the second time an eavesdropper, and once more the matter she overheard +seemed likely to tax her mental poise and nervous endurance to their ultimate +bounds. Alfred and Surama were plainly quarrelling with increasing violence, +and the purport of their speech was enough to arouse the wildest fears and +confirm the gravest apprehensions. Georgina shivered as her brother's voice +mounted shrilly to dangerous heights of fanatical tension. + +"You, damn you - you're a fine one to talk defeat and moderation to me! Who +started all this, anyway? Did I have any idea of your cursed devil-gods and elder +world? Did I ever in my life think of your damned spaces beyond the stars and +your crawling chaos Nyarlathotep? I was a normal scientific man, confound you, +till I was fool enough to drag you out of the vaults with your devilish Atlantean +secrets. You egged me on, and now you want to cut me off! You loaf around +doing nothing and telling me to go slow when you might just as well as not be +going out and getting material. You know damn well that I don't know hot to go +about such things, whereas you must have been an old hand at it before the earth +was made. It's like you, you damned walking corpse, to start something you +won't or can't finish!" + + + + +Surama's evil chuckle came. + +"You're insane. Clarendon. That's the only reason I let you rave on when I could +send you to hell in three minutes. Enough is enough, and you've certainly had +enough material for any novice at your stage. You've had all I'm going to get +you, anyhow! You're only a maniac on the subject now - what a cheap, crazy +thing to sacrifice even your poor sister's pet dog, when you could have spared +him as well as not! You can't look at any living thing without wanting to jab that +gold syringe into it. No - Dick had to go where the Mexican boy went - where +Tsanpo and the other seven went - where all the animals went! What a pupil! +You're no fun any more - you've lost your nerve. You set out to control things, +and they're controlling you. I'm about done with you. Clarendon. I thought you +had the stuff in you, but you haven't. It's about time I tried somebody else. I'm +afraid you'll have to go!" + +In the doctor's shouted reply there was both fear and frenzy. + +"Be careful, you - - ! There are powers against your powers - I didn't go to China +for nothing, and there are things in Alhazred's Azif which weren't known in +Atlantis! We've both meddled in dangerous things, but you needn't think you +know all my resources. How about the Nemesis of Flame? I talked in Yemen +with an old man who had come back alive from the Crimson Desert - he had +seen Irem, the City of Pillars, and had worshipped at the underground shrines of +Nug and Yeb - la! Shub-Niggurath!" + +Through Clarendon's shrieking falsetto cut the deep chuckle of the clinic-man. + +"Shut up, you fool! Do you suppose your grotesque nonsense has any weight +with me? Words and formulae - words and formulae - what do they all mean to +one who has the substance behind them? We're in a material sphere now, and +subject to material laws. You have your fever; I have my revolver. You'll get no +specimens and I'll get no fever so long as I have you in front of me with this gun +between!" + +That was all Georgina could hear. She felt her senses reeling, and staggered out +of the vestibule for a saving breath of the lowering outside air. She that the crisis +had come at last, and that help must now arrive quickly if her brother was to be +saved from the unknown gulfs of madness and mystery. Summoning up all her +reserve energy, she managed to reach the house and get to the library, where she +scrawled a hasty note for Margarita to take to James Dalton. + +When the old woman had gone, Georgina had just strength enough to cross to +the lounge and sink weakly down into a sort of semi-stupor. There she lay for + + + + +what seemed like years, conscious only of the fantastic creeping up of the +twilight from the lower corners of the great, dismal room, and plagued by a +thousand shadowy shapes of terror which filed with phantasmal, half-limned +pageantry through her tortured and stifled brain. Dusk deepened into darkness, +and still the spell held. Then a firm tread sounded in the hall, and she heard +someone enter the room and fumble at the match-safe. Her heart almost stopped +beating as the gas-jets of the chandelier flared up one by one, but then she saw +that the arrival was her brother. Relieved to the bottom of her heart that he was +still alive, she gave vent to an involuntary sigh, profound, long-drawn, and +tremulous, and lapsed at last into kindly oblivion. + +At the sound of that sigh Clarendon turned in alarm toward the lounge, and was +inexpressibly shocked to see the pale and unconscious form of his sister there. +Her face had a death-like quality that frightened his inmost spirit, and he flung +himself on his knees by her side, awake to a realisation of what her passing away +would mean to him. Long unused to private practice amidst his ceaseless quest +for truth, he had lost the physician's instinct of first aid, and could only call out +her name and chafe her wrists mechanically as fear and grief possessed him. +Then he thought of water, and ran to the dining-room for a carafe. Stumbling +about in a darkness which seemed to harbour vague terrors, he was some time in +finding what he sought; but at last he clutched it in shaking hand and hastened +back to dash the cold fluid in Georgina's face. The method was crude but +effective. She stirred, sighed a second time, and finally opened her eyes. + +"You are alive!" he cried, and put his cheek to hers as she stroked his head +maternally. She was almost glad she fainted, for the circumstance seemed to +have dispelled the strange Alfred and brought her own brother back to her. She +sat up slowly and tried to reassure him. + +"I'm all right, Al. just give me a glass of water. It's a sin to waste it this way - to +say nothing of spoiling my waist! Is that the way to behave every time your sister +drops off for a nap? You needn't think I'm going to be sick, for I haven't time for +such nonsense!" + +Alfred's eyes shewed that her cool, common-sense speech had had its effect. His +brotherly panic dissolved in an instant, and instead there came into his face a +vague, calculating expression, as if some marvellous possibility had just dawned +upon him. As she watched the subtle waves of cunning and appraisal pass +fleetingly over his countenance she became less and less certain that her mode of +reassurance had been a wise one, and before he spoke she found herself +shivering at something she could not define. A keen medical instinct almost told +her that his moment of sanity had passed, and that he was now once more the +unrestrained fanatic for scientific research. There was something morbid in the + + + + +quick narrowing of his eyes at her casual mention of good heahh. What was he +thinking? To what unnatural extreme was his passion for experiment about to be +pushed? Wherein lay the special significance of her pure blood and absolutely +flawless organic state? None of these misgivings, however, troubled Georgina for +more than a second, and she was quite natural and unsuspicious as she felt her +brother's steady fingers at her pulse. + +"You're a bit feverish, Georgina," he said in a precise, elaborately restrained +voice as he looked professionally into her eyes. + +"Why, nonsense, I'm all right," she replied. "One would think you were on the +watch for fever patients just for the sake of showing off your discovery! It would +be poetic, though, if you could your final proof and demonstration by curing +your own sister!" + +Clarendon started violently and guiltily. Had she suspected his wish? Had he +muttered anything aloud? He looked at her closely, and saw that she had no +inkling of the truth. She smiled up sweetly into his face and patted his hand as he +stood by the side of the lounge. Then he took a small oblong leather case from his +vest pocket, and taking out a little gold syringe, he began fingering it +thoughtfully, pushing the piston speculatively in and out of the empty cylinder. + +"I wonder," he began with suave sententiousness, "whether you would really be +willing to help science in - something like that way - if the need arose? Whether +you would have the devotion to offer yourself to the cause of medicine as a sort +of Jephthah's daughter if you knew it meant the absolute perfection and +completion of my work?" + +Georgina, catching the odd and unmistakable glitter in her brother's eyes, knew +at last that her worst fears were true. There was nothing to now but keep him +quiet at all hazards and to pray that Margarita had found James Dalton at his +club. + +"You look tired, Al dear," she said gently. "Why not take a little morphia and get +some of the sleep you need so badly?" + +He replied with a kind of crafty deliberation. + +"Yes, you're right. I'm worn out, and so are you. Each of us needs a good sleep. +Morphine is just the thing - wait till I go and fill the syringe and we'll both take a +proper dose." + +Still fingering the empty syringe, he walked softly out of the room. Georgina +looked about her with the aimlessness of desperation, ears alert for any sign of + + + + +possible help. She thought she heard Margarita again in the basement kitchen, +and rose to ring the bell, in an effort to learn of the fate of her message. The old +servant answered her summons at once, and declared she had given the message +at the club hours ago. Governor Dalton had been out, but the clerk had promised +to deliver the note at the very moment of his arrival. + +Margarita waddled below stairs again, but still Clarendon did not reappear. +What was he doing? What was he planning? She had heard the outer door slam, +so knew he must be at the clinic. Had he forgotten his original intention with the +vacillating mind of madness? The suspense grew almost unbearable, and +Georgina had to keep her teeth clenched tightly to avoid screaming. + +It was the gate bell, which rang simultaneously in house and clinic, that broke +the tension at last. She heard the cat-like tread of Surama on the walk as he left +the clinic to answer it; and the, with an almost hysterical sigh, she caught the +firm, familiar accents of Dalton in conversation with the sinister attendant. +Rising, she almost tottered to meet him as he loomed up in the library doorway; +and for a moment no word was spoken while he kissed her hand in his courtly, +old school fashion. Then Georgina burst forth into a torrent of hurried +explanation, telling all that had happened, all she had glimpsed and overheard, +and all she feared and suspected. + +Dalton listened gravely and comprehendingly, his first bewilderment gradually +giving place to astonishment, sympathy, and resolution. The message, held by a +careless clerk, had been slightly delayed, and had found him appropriately +enough in the midst of a warm lounging-room discussion about Clarendon. A +fellow-member. Dr. MacNeil, had brought in a medical journal with an article +well calculated to disturb the devoted scientist, and Dalton had just asked to +keep the paper for future reference when the message was handed him at last. +Abandoning his half-formed plan to take Dr. MacNeil into his confidence +regarding Alfred, he called at once for his hat and stick, and lost not a moment in +getting a cab for the Clarendon home. + +Surama, he thought, appeared alarmed at recognising him; though he had +chuckled as usual when striding off again toward the clinic. Dalton always +recalled Surama's stride and chuckle on this ominous night, for he was never to +see the unearthly creature again. As the chuckler entered the clinic vestibule his +deep, guttural gurgles seemed to blend with some low mutterings of thunder +which troubled the far horizon. + +When Dalton had heard all Georgina had to say, and learned that Alfred was +expected back at any moment with an hypodermic dose of morphine, he decided +he had better talk with the doctor alone. Advising Georgina to retire to her room + + + + +and await developments, he walked about the gloomy library, scanning the +shelves and listening for Clarendon's nervous footstep on the clinic path outside. +The vast room's corners were dismal despite the chandelier, and the closer +Dalton looked at his friend's choice of books the less he liked them. It was not the +balanced collection of a normal physician, biologist, or man of general culture. +There were too many volumes on doubtful borderland themes; dark speculations +and forbidden rituals of the Middle Ages, and strange exotic mysteries in alien +alphabets both known and unknown. + +The great notebook of observations on the table was unwholesome, too. The +handwriting had a neurotic cast, and the spirit of the entries was far from +reassuring. Long passages were inscribed in crabbed Greek characters, and as +Dalton marshaled his linguistic memory for their translation he gave a sudden +start, and wished his college struggles with Xenophon and Homer had been +more conscientious. There was something wrong - something hideously wrong - +here, and the governor sank limply into the chair by the table as he pored more +and more closely over the doctor's barbarous Greek. Then a sound came, +startlingly near, and he jumped nervously at a hand laid sharply on his shoulder. + +"What, may I ask, is the cause of this intrusion? You might have stated your +business to Surama." + +Clarendon was standing icily by the chair, the little gold syringe in one hand. He +seemed very calm and rational, and Dalton fancied for a moment that Georgina +must have exaggerated his condition. How, too, could a rusty scholar be +absolutely sure about these Greek entries? The governor decided to be very +cautious in his interview, and thanked the lucky chance which had a specious +pretext in his coat pocket. He was very cool and assured as he rose to reply. + +"I didn't think you'd care to have things dragged before a subordinate, but I +thought you ought to see this article at once." + +He drew forth the magazine given him by Dr. MacNeil and handed it to +Clarendon. + +"On page 542 - you see the heading, 'Black Fever Conquered by New Serum.' It's +by Dr. Miller of Philadelphia - and he thinks he's got ahead of you with your +cure. They were discussing it at the club, and MacNeil thought the exposition +very convincing. I, as a layman, couldn't pretend to judge; but at all events I +thought you oughtn't to miss a chance to digest the thing while it's fresh. If +you're busy, of course, I won't disturb you - " + +Clarendon cut in sharply. + + + + +"I'm going to give my sister an hypodermic - she's not quite well - but I'll look at +what that quack has to say when I get back. I know Miller - a damn sneak and +incompetent - and I don't believe he has the brains to steal my methods from the +little he's seen of them." + +Dalton suddenly felt a wave of intuition warning him that Georgina must not +receive that intended dose. There was something sinister about it. From what she +had said, Alfred must have been inordinately long preparing it, far longer than +was needed for the dissolving of a morphine tablet. He decided to hold his host +as long as possible, meanwhile testing his attitude in a more or less subtle way. + +"I'm sorry Georgina isn't well. Are you sure that the injection will do her good? +That it won't do her any harm?" + +Clarendon's spasmodic start shewed that something had been struck home. + +"Do her harm?" he cried. "Don't be absurd! You know Georgina must be in the +best of health - the very best, I say - in order to serve science as a Clarendon +should serve it. She, at least, appreciates the fact that she is my sister. She deems +no sacrifice too great in my service. She is a priestess of truth and discovery, as I +am a priest." + +He paused in his shrill tirade, wild-eyed, and somewhat out of breath. Dalton +could see that his attention had been momentarily shifted. + +"But let me see what this cursed quack has to say," he continued. "If he thinks +his pseudo-medical rhetoric can take a real doctor in, he is even simpler than I +thought!" + +Clarendon nervously found the right page and began reading as he stood there +clutching his syringe. Dalton wondered what the real facts were. MacNeil had +assured him that the author was a pathologist of the highest standing, and that +whatever errors the article might have, the mind behind it was powerful, erudite, +and absolutely honourable and sincere. + +Watching the doctor as he read, Dalton saw the thin, bearded face grow pale. The +great eyes blazed, and the pages crackled in the tenser grip of the long, lean +fingers. A perspiration broke out on the high, ivory- white forehead where the +hair was already thinning, and the reader sank gaspingly into the chair his visitor +had vacated as he kept on with his devouring of the tract. Then came a wild +scream as from a haunted beast, and Clarendon lurched forward on the table, his +outflung arms sweeping books and paper before them as consciousness went out +like a wind-quenched candle-flame. + + + + +Dalton, springing to help his stricken friend, raised the sHm form and tihed it +back in the chair. Seeing the carafe on the floor near the lounge, he dashed some +water into the twisted face, and was rewarded by seeing the large eyes slowly +open. They were sane eyes now - deep and sad and unmistakably sane - and +Dalton felt awed in the presence of a tragedy whose ultimate depth he could +never hope or dare to plumb. + +The golden hypodermic was still clutched in the lean left hand, and as Clarendon +drew a deep, shuddering breath he unclosed his fingers and studied the +glittering thing that rolled about on his palm. Then he spoke - slowly, and with +the ineffable sadness of utter, absolute despair. + +"Thanks, Jimmy, I'm quite all right. But there's much to be done. You asked me a +while back if this shot of morphia would do Georgie any harm. I'm in a position +now to tell you that it won't." + +He turned a small screw in the syringe and laid a finger on the piston, at the +same time pulling with his left hand at the skin of his own neck. Dalton cried out +in alarm as a lightning motion of his right hand injected the contents of the +cylinder into the ridge of distended flesh. + +"Good Lord, Al, what have you done?" + +Clarendon smiled gently - a smile almost of peace and resignation, different +indeed from the sardonic sneer of the past few weeks. + +"You ought to know, Jimmy, if you've still the judgment that made you a +governor. You must have pieced together enough from my notes to realise that +there's nothing else to do. With your marks in Greek back at Columbia I guess +you couldn't have missed much. All I can say is that it's true. + +"James, I don't like to pass blame along, but it's only right to tell you that Surama +got me into this. I can't tell you who or what he is, for I don't fully know myself, +and what I do know is stuff that no sane person ought to know; but I will say +that I don't consider him a human being in the fullest sense, and that I'm not sure +whether or not he's alive as we know life. + +"You think I'm talking nonsense. I wish I were, but the whole hideous mess is +damnably real. I started out in life with a clean mind and purpose. I wanted to +rid the world of fever. I tried and failed - and I wish to God I had been honest +enough to say that I'd failed. Don't let my old talk of science deceive you, James - +I found no antitoxin and was never even half on the track of one! + + + + +"Don't look so shaken up, old fellow! A veteran politician-fighter like you must +have seen plenty of unmaskings before. I tell you, I never even had the start of a +fever cure. But my studies had taken me into some queer places, and it was just +my damned luck to listen to the stories of some still queerer people. James, if you +ever wish any man well, tell him to keep clear of the ancient, hidden places of the +earth. Old backwaters are dangerous - things are handed down there that don't +do healthy people any good. I talked too much with old priests and mystics, and +got to hoping I might achieve things in dark ways that I couldn't achieve in +lawful ways. + +"I shan't tell you just what I mean, for if I did I'd be as bad as the old priests that +were the ruin of me. All I need say is that after what I've learned I shudder at the +thought of the world and what it's been through. The world is cursed old, James, +and there have been whole chapters lived and closed before the dawn of our +organic life and the geologic eras connected with it. It's an awful thought - whole +forgotten cycles of evolution with beings and races and wisdom and diseases - all +lived through and gone before the first amoeba ever stirred in the tropic seas +geology tells us about. + +"I said gone, but I didn't quite mean that. It would have been better that way, but +it wasn't quite so. In places traditions have kept on - I can't tell you how - and +certain archaic life-forms have managed to struggle thinly down the aeons in +hidden spots. There were cults, you know - bands of evil priests in lands now +buried under the sea. Atlantis was the hotbed. That was a terrible place. If +heaven is merciful, no one will ever drag up that horror from the deep. + +"It had a colony, though, that didn't sink; and when you get too confidential +with one of the Tuareg priests in Africa, he's likely to tell you wild tales about it - +tales that connect up with whispers you'll hear among the mad lamas and flighty +yak-drivers on the secret table-lands of Asia. I'd heard all the common tales and +whispers when I came on the big one. What that was, you'll never know - but it +pertained to somebody or something that had come down from a blasphemously +long time ago, and could be made to live again - or seem alive again - through +certain processes that weren't very clear to the man who told me. + +"Now, James, in spite of my confessions about the fever, you know I'm not bad +as a doctor. I plugged hard at medicine, and soaked up about as much as the next +man - maybe a little more, because down there in the Hoggar country I did +something no priest had ever been able to do. They led me blindfolded to a place +that had been sealed up for generations - and I came back with Surama. + +"Easy, James! I know what you want to say. How does he know all he knows? - +why does he speak English - or any other language, for that matter - without an + + + + +accent? - why did he come away with me? - and all that. I can't tell you +altogether, but I can say that he takes in ideas and images and impressions with +something besides his brains and senses. He had a use for me and my science. He +told me things, and opened up vistas. He taught me to worship ancient, +primordial, and unholy gods, and mapped out a road to a terrible goal which I +can't even hint to you. Don't press me, James - it's for the sake of your sanity and +the world's sanity! + +"The creature is beyond all bounds. He's in league with the stars and all the +forces of Nature. Don't think I'm still crazy, James - I swear to you I'm not! I've +had too many glimpses to doubt. He gave me new pleasures that were forms of +his palaeogean worship, and the greatest of those was the black fever. + +"God, James! Haven't you seen through the business by this time? Do you still +believe the black fever came out of Thibet, and that I learned about it there? Use +your brains, man! Look at Miller's article here! He's found a basic antitoxin that +will end all fever within half a century, when other men learn how to modify it +for the different forms. He's cut the ground of my youth from under me - done +what I'd have given my life to do - taken the wind out of all the honest sails I +ever flung to the breeze of science! Do you wonder his article gave me a turn? Do +you wonder it shocks me out of my madness back to the old dreams of my +youth? Too late! Too late! But not too late to save others! + +"I guess I'm rambling a bit now, old man. You know - the hypodermic. I asked +you why you didn't tumble to the facts about black fever. How could you, +though? Doesn't Miller say he's cured seven cases with his serum? A matter of +diagnosis, James. He only thinks it is black fever. I can read between his lines. +Here, old chap, on page 551, is the key to the whole thing. Read it again. + +"You see, don't you? The fever cases from the Pacific Coast didn't respond to his +serum. They puzzled him. They didn't even seem like any true fever he knew. +Well, those were my cases! Those were the real black fever cases! And there can't +ever be an antitoxin on earth that'll cure black fever! + +"How do I know? Because black fever isn't of this earth! It's from somewhere +else, James - and Surama alone knows where, because he brought it here. He +brought it and I spread it! That's the secret, James! That's all I wanted the +appointment for - that's all I ever did - just spread the fever that I carried in the +gold syringe and in the deadlier finger-ring-pump-syringe you see on my index +finger! Science? A blind! I wanted to kill, and kill, and kill! A single pressure on +my finger, and the black fever was inoculated. I wanted to see living things +writhe and squirm, scream and froth at the mouth. A single pressure of the +pump-syringe and I could watch them as they died, and I couldn't live or think + + + + +unless I had plenty to watch. That's why I jabbed everything in sight with the +accursed hollow needle. Animals, criminals, children, servants - and the next +would have been - " + +Clarendon's voice broke, and he crumpled up perceptibly in his chair. + +"That - that, James - was - my life. Surama made it so - he taught me, and kept +me at it till I couldn't stop. Then - then it got too much even for him. He tried to +check me. Fancy - he trying to check anybody in that line! But now I've got my +last specimen. That is my last test. Good subject, James - I'm healthy - devilish +healthy. Deuced ironic, though - the madness has gone now, so there won't be +any fun watching the agony! Can't he - can't - " + +A violent shiver of fever racked the doctor, and Dalton mourned amidst his +horror-stupefaction that he could give no grief. How much of Alfred's story was +sheer nonsense, and how much nightmare truth he could not say; but in any case +he felt that the man was a victim rather than a criminal, and above all, he was a +boyhood comrade and Georgina's brother. Thoughts of the old days came back +kaleidoscopically. 'Little Alf - the yard at Phillips Exeter - the quadrangle at +Columbia - the fight with Tom Cortland when he saved Alf from a pommeling. . . + +He helped Clarendon to the lounge and asked gently what he could do. There +was nothing. Alfred could only whisper now, but he asked forgiveness for all his +offences, and commended his sister to the care of his friend. + +"You - you'll - make her happy," he gasped. "She deserves it. Martyr - to - a +myth! Make it up to her, James. Don't - let - her - know - more - than she has to!" + +His voice trailed off in a mumble, and he fell into a stupor. Dalton rang the bell, +but Margarita had gone to bed, so he called up the stairs for Georgina. She was +firm of step, but very pale. Alfred's scream had tried her sorely, but she trusted +James. She trusted him still as he shewed her the unconscious form on the lounge +and asked to her go back to her room and rest, no matter what sounds she might +hear. He did not wish her to witness the spectacle of delirium certain to come, +but bade her kiss her brother a final farewell as he lay there calm and still, very +like the delicate boy he had once been. So she left him - the strange, moonstruck, +star-reading genius she had mothered so long - and the picture she carried away +was a very merciful one. + +Dalton must bear to his grave a sterner picture. His fears of delirium were not +vain, and all through the black midnight hours his giant strength restrained the +fearful contortion of the mad sufferer. What he heard from those swollen, +blackening lips he will never repeat. He has never been quite the same man + + + + +since, and he knows that no one who hears such things can ever be wholly as he +was before. So, for the world's good, he dares not speak, and he thanks God that +his layman's ignorance of certain subjects makes many of the revelations cryptic +and meaningless to him. + +Toward morning Clarendon suddenly woke to a sane consciousness and began +to speak in a firm voice. + +"James, I didn't tell you what must be done - about everything. Blot out those +entries in Greek and send my notebook to Dr. Miller. All my other notes, too, +that you'll find in the files. He's the big authority today - his article proves it. +Your friend at the club was right. + +"But everything in the clinic must go. Everything without exception, dead or +alive or - otherwise. All the plagues of hell are in those bottles on the shelves. +Burn them - burn it all - if one thing escapes, Surama will spread black death +throughout the world. And above all burn Surama! That - that thing - must not +breathe the wholesome air of heaven. You know now - what I told you - why +such an entity can't be allowed on earth. It won't be murder - Surama isn't +human - if you're as pious as you used to be, James, I shan't have to urge you. +Remember the old text - 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' - or something of +the sort. + +"Burn him, James! Don't let him chuckle again over the torture of mortal flesh! I +say, burn him - the Nemesis of Flame - that's all that can reach him, James, unless +you catch him asleep and drive a wooden stake through his heart... Kill him - +extirpate him - cleanse the decent universe of its primal taint - the taint I recalled +from its age-long sleep... " + +The doctor had risen on his elbow, and his voice was a piercing shriek toward +the last. The effort was too much, however, and he lapsed very suddenly into a +deep, tranquil coma. Dalton, himself fearless of fever, since he knew the dread +germ to be non-contagious, composed Alfred's arms and legs on the lounge and +threw a light afghan over the fragile form. After all, mightn't much of this horror +be exaggeration and delirium? Mightn't old Doc MacNeil pull him through on a +long chance? The governor strove to keep awake, and walked briskly up and +down the room, but his energies had been taxed too deeply for such measures. A +second's rest in the chair by the table took matters out of his hands, and he was +presently sleeping soundly despite his best intentions. + +Dalton started up as a fierce light shone in his eyes, and for a moment he thought +the dawn had come. But it was not the dawn, and as he rubbed his heavy lids he +saw that it was the glare of the burning clinic in the yard, whose stout planks + + + + +flamed and roared and crackled heavenward in the most stupendous holocaust +he had ever seen. It was indeed the "Nemesis of Flame" that Clarendon had +wished, and Dalton felt that some strange combustibles must be involved in a +blaze so much wilder than anything normal pine of redwood could afford. He +glanced alarmedly at the lounge, but Alfred was not there. Starting up, he went +to call Georgina, but met her in the hall, roused as he was by the mountain of +living fire. + +"The clinic's burning down!" she cried. "How is Al now?" + +"He's disappeared - disappeared while I dropped asleep!" replied Dalton, +reaching out a steadying arm to the form which faintness had begun to sway. + +Gently leading her upstairs toward her room, he promised to search at once for +Alfred, but Georgina slowly shook her head as the flames from outside cast a +weird glow through the window on the landing. + +"He must be dead, James - he could never live, sane and knowing what he did. I +heard him quarrelling with Surama, and know that awful things were going on. +He is my brother, but - it is best as it is." + +Her voice had sunk to a whisper. + +Suddenly through the open window came the sound of a deep, hideous chuckle, +and the flames of the burning clinic took fresh contours till they half resembled +some nameless, Cyclopean creatures of nightmare. James and Georgina paused +hesitant, and peered out breathlessly through the landing window. Then from +the sky came a thunderous peal, as a forked bolt of lightning shot down with +terrible directness into the very midst of the blazing ruin. The deep chuckle +ceased, and in its place came a frantic, ululant yelp of a thousand ghouls and +werewolves in torment. It died away with long, reverberant echoes, and slowly +the flames resumed their normal shape. + +The watchers did not move, but waited till the pillar of fire had shrunk to a +smouldering glow. They were glad of a half-rusticity which had kept the firemen +from trooping out, and of the wall that excluded the curious. What had +happened was not for vulgar eyes - it involved too much of the universe's inner +secrets for that. + +In the pale dawn, James spoke softly to Georgina, who could do no more than +put her head on his breast and sob. + +"Sweetheart, I think he has atoned. He must have set the fire, you know, while I +was asleep. He told me it ought to be burned - the clinic, and everything in it. + + + + +Surama, too. It was the only way to save the world from the unknown horrors he +had loosed upon it. He knew, and he did what was best. + +"He was a great man, Georgie. Let's never forget that. We must always be proud +of him, for he started out to help mankind, and was titanic even in his sins. I'll +tell you more sometime. What he did, be it good or evil, was what no man ever +did before. He was the first and last to break through certain veils, and even +ApoUonius of Tyana takes second place beside him. But we mustn't talk about +that. We must remember him only as the Little Alf we knew - as the boy who +wanted to master medicine and conquer fever." + +In the afternoon the leisurely firemen overhauled the ruins and found two +skeletons with bits of blackened flesh adhering - only two, thanks to the +undisturbed lime-pits. One was of a man; the other is still a subject of debate +among the biologists of the coast. It was not exactly an ape's or a saurian's +skeleton, but it had disturbing suggestions of lines of evolution of which +palaeontology has revealed no trace. The charred skull, oddly enough, was +human, and reminded people of Surama, but the rest of the bones were beyond +conjecture. Only well-cut clothing could have made such a body look like a man. + +But the human bones were Clarendon's. No one disputed this, and the world at +large still mourns the untimely death of the greatest doctor of his age; the +bacteriologist whose universal fever serum would have far eclipsed Dr. Miller's +kindred antitoxin had he lived to bring it to perfection. Much of Miller's late +success, indeed, is credited to the notes bequeathed him by the hapless victim of +the flames. Of the old rivalry and hatred almost none survived, and even Dr. +Wilfred Jones has been known to boast of his association with the vanished +leader. + +James Dalton and his wife Georgina have always preserved a reticence which +modesty and family grief might well account for. They published certain notes as +a tribute to the great man's memory, but have never confirmed or contradicted +either the popular estimate or the rare hints of marvels that a very few keen +thinkers have been to whisper. It was very subtly and slowly that the facts +filtered out. Dalton probably gave Dr. MacNeil an inkling of the truth, and that +good soul had not many secrets from his son. + +The Daltons have led, on the whole, a very happy life, for their cloud of terror +lies far in the background, and a strong mutual love has kept the world fresh for +them. But there are things which disturb them oddly - little things, of which one +would scarcely ever think of complaining. They cannot bear persons who are +lean or deep-voiced beyond certain limits, and Georgina turns pale at the sound +of any guttural chuckling. Senator Dalton has a mixed horror of occultism, travel. + + + + +hypodermics, and strange alphabets which most find hard to unify, and there are +still those who blame him for the vast proportion of the doctor's library that he +destroyed with such painstaking completeness. + +MacNeil, though, seemed to realise. He was a simple man, and he said a prayer +as the last of Alfred Clarendon's strange books crumbled to ashes. Nor would +anyone who had peered understandingly within those books wish a word of that +prayer unsaid. + + + + +The Man of Stone - with Hazel Heald + +Written 1932 + +Published October 1932 in Wonder Stories, Volume 4, Number 5, pages 440-45, +470. + +Ben Hayden was always a stubborn chap, and once he had heard about those +strange statues in the upper Adirondacks, nothing could keep him from going to +see them. I had been his closest acquaintance for years, and our Damon and +Pythias friendship made us inseparable at all times. So when Ben finally decided +to go - well, I had to trot along too, like a faithful collie. + +"Jack," he said, "you know Henry Jackson, who was up in a shack beyond Lake +Placid for that beastly spot in his lung? Well, he came back the other day nearly +cured, but had a lot to say about some devilish queer conditions up there. He ran +into the business all of a sudden and can't be sure yet that it's anything more +than a case of bizarre sculpture; but just the same his uneasy impression sticks. + +"It seems he was out hunting one day, and came across a cave with what looked +like a dog in front of it. Just as he was expecting the dog to bark he looked again, +and saw the thing wasn't alive at all. It was a stone dog - such a perfect image, +down to the smallest whisker, that he couldn't decide whether it was a +supernaturally clever statue or a petrified animal. He was almost afraid to touch +it, but when he did he realized it was surely made of stone. + +"After a while he nerved himself up to go into the cave - and there he got a still +bigger jolt. Only a little way in there was another stone figure - or what looked +like it - but this time it was a man's. It lay on the floor, on its side, wore clothes, +and had a peculiar smile on its face. This time Henry didn't stop to do any +touching, but beat it straight to the village. Mountain Top, you know. Of course +he asked questions - but they did not get him very far. He found he was on a +ticklish subject, for the natives only shook their heads, crossed their fingers, and +muttered something about a 'Mad Dan' - whoever he was. + +"It was too much for Jackson, so he came home weeks ahead of his planned time. +He told me all about it because he knows how fond I am of strange things - and +oddly enough, I was able to fish up a recollection that dovetailed pretty neatly +with his yarn. Do you remember Arthur Wheeler, the sculptor who was such a +realist that people began calling him nothing but a solid photographer? I think +you knew him slightly. Well, as a matter of fact, he ended up in that part of the +Adirondacks himself. Spent a lot of time there, and then dropped out of sight. + + + + +Never heard from again. Now if stone statues that look Hke men and dogs are +turning up around there, it looks to me as if they might be his work - no matter +what the rustics say, or refuse to say, about them. Of course a fellow with +Jackson's nerves might easily get flighty and disturbed over things like that; but +I'd have done a lot of examining before running away. + +"In fact. Jack, I'm going up there now to look things over - and you're coming +along with me. It would mean a lot to find Wheeler - or any of his work. +Anyhow, the mountain air will brace us both up." + +So less then a week later, after a long train ride and a jolting bus trip through +breathlessly exquisite scenery, we arrived at Mountain Top in the late, golden +sunlight of a June evening. The village comprised only a few small houses, a +hotel, and the general store at which our bus drew up; but we knew that the +latter would probably prove a focus for such information. Surely enough, the +usual group of idlers was gathered around the steps; and when we represented +ourselves as health-seekers in search of lodgings they had many +recommendations to offer. + +Though we had not planned to do any investigating till the next day, Ben could +not resist venturing some vague, cautious questions when he noticed the senile +garrulousness of one of the ill-clad loafers. He felt, from Jackson's previous +experience, that it would be useless to begin with references to the queer statues; +but decided to mention Wheeler as one whom we had known, and in whose fate +we consequently had a right to be interested. + +The crowd seemed uneasy when Sam stopped his whittling and started talking, +but they had slight occasion for alarm. Even this barefoot old mountain decadent +tightened up when he heard Wheeler's name, and only with difficulty could Ben +get anything coherent out of him. + +"Wheeler?" he had finally wheezed. "Oh, yeh - that feller as was all the time +blastin' rocks and cuttin' 'em up into statues. So yew knowed him, hey? Wal, +they ain't much we kin tell ye, and mebbe that's too much. He stayed out to Mad +Dan's cabin in the hills - but not so very long. Got so he wa'nt wanted around no +more... by Dan, that is. Kinder soft-spoken and got around Dan's wife till the old +devil took notice. Pretty sweet on her, I guess. But he took the trail sudden, and +nobody's seen hide nor hair of him since. Dan must a told him sumthin' pretty +plain - bad feller to get agin ye, Dan is! Better keep away from thar, boys, for they +ain't no good in that part of the hills. Dan's ben workin' up a worse and worse +mood, and ain't seen about no more. Nor his wife, neither. Guess he's penned +her up so's nobody else kin make eyes at her!" + + + + +As Sam resumed his whittling after a few more observations, Ben and I +exchanged glances. Here, surely, was a new lead which deserved intensive +following up. Deciding to lodge at the hotel, we settled ourselves as quickly as +possible; planning for a plunge into the wild hilly country on the next day. + +At sunrise we made our start, each bearing a knapsack laden with provisions and +such tools as we thought we might need. The day before us had an almost +stimulating air of invitation - through which only a faint undercurrent of the +sinister ran. Our rough mountain road quickly became steep and winding, so +that before long our feet ached considerably. + +After about two miles we left the road - crossing a stone wall on our right near a +great elm and striking off diagonally toward a steeper slope according to the +chart and directions which Jackson had prepared for us. It was rough and briery +travelling, but we knew that the cave could not be far off. In the end we came +upon the aperture quite suddenly - a black, bush-grown crevice where the +ground shot abruptly upward, and beside it, near a shallow rock pool, a small, +still figure stood rigid - as if rivalling its own uncanny petrification. + +It was a grey dog - or a dog's statue - and as our simultaneous gasp died away +we scarcely knew what to think. Jackson had exaggerated nothing, and we could +not believe that any sculptor's hand had succeeded in producing such perfection. +Every hair of the animal's magnificent coat seemed distinct, and those on the +back were bristled up as if some unknown thing had taken his unaware. Ben, at +last half-kindly touching the delicate stony fur, gave vent to an exclamation. + +"Good God, Jack, but this can't be any statue! Look at it - all the little details, and +the way the hair lies! None of Wheeler's technique here! This is a real dog - +though heaven only knows how he ever got in this state. Just like stone - feel for +yourself. Do you suppose there's any strange gas that sometimes comes out of +the cave and does this to animal life? We ought to have looked more into the +local legends. And if this is a real dog - or was a real dog - then that man inside +must be the real thing too." + +It was with a good deal of genuine solemnity - almost dread - that we finally +crawled on hands and knees through the cave-mouth, Ben leading. The +narrowness looked hardly three feet, after which the grotto expanded in every +direction to form a damp, twilight chamber floored with rubble and detritus. For +a time we could make out very little, but as we rose to our feet and strained our +eyes we began slowly to descry a recumbent figure amidst the greater darkness +ahead. Ben fumbled with his flashlight, but hesitated for a moment before +turning it on the prostate figure. We had little doubt that the stony thing was +what had once been a man, and something in the thought unnerved us both. + + + + +When Ben at last sent forth the electric beam we saw that the object lay on its +side, back toward us. It was clearly of the same material as the dog outside, but +was dressed in the mouldering and unpetrified remains of rough sport clothing. +Braced as we were for a shock, we approached quite calmly to examine the thing; +Ben going around to the other side to glimpse the averted face. Neither could +possibly have been prepared for what Ben saw when he flashed the light on +those stony features. His cry was wholly excusable, and I could not help echoing +it as I leaped to his side and shared the sight. Yet it was nothing hideous or +intrinsically terrifying. It was merely a matter of recognition, for beyond the least +shadow of a doubt this chilly rock figure with its half-frightened, half-bitter +expression had at one time been our old acquaintance, Arthur Wheeler. + +Some instinct sent us staggering and crawling out of the cave, and down the +tangled slope to a point whence we could not see the ominous stone dog. We +hardly knew what to think, for our brains were churning with conjectures and +apprehensions. Ben, who had known Wheeler well, was especially upset; and +seemed to be piecing together some threads I had overlooked. + +Again and again as we passed on the green slope he repeated "Poor Arthur, poor +Arthur!" but not till he muttered the name "Mad Dan" did I recall the trouble +into which, just before his disappearance. Mad Dan, Ben implied, would +doubtless be glad to see what had happened. For a moment it flashed over both +of us that the jealous host might have been responsible for the sculptor's +presence in this evil cave, but the thought went as quickly as it came. + +The thing that puzzled us most was to account for the phenomenon itself. What +gaseous emanation or mineral vapour could have wrought this change in so +relatively short a time was utterly beyond us. Normal petrification, we know, is a +slow chemical replacement process requiring vast ages for completion; yet here +were two stone images which had been living things - or at least Wheeler had - +only a few weeks before. Conjecture was useless. Clearly, nothing remained but +to notify the authorities and let them guess what they might; and yet at the back +of Ben's head that notion about Mad Dan still persisted. Anyhow, we clawed our +way back to the road, but Ben did not turn toward the village, but looked along +upward toward where old Sam had said Dan's cabin lay. It was the second house +from the village, the ancient loafer had wheezed, and lay on the left far back from +the road in a thick copse of scrub oaks. Before I knew it Ben was dragging me up +the sandy highway past a dingy farmstead and into a region of increasing +wildness. + +It did not occur to me to protest, but I felt a certain sense of mounting menace as +the familiar marks of agriculture and civilization grew fewer and fewer. At last +the beginning of a narrow, neglected path opened up on our left, while the + + + + +peaked roof of a squalid, unpainted building shewed itself beyond a sickly +growth of half-dead trees. This, I knew, must be Mad Dan's cabin; and I +wondered that wheeler had ever chosen so unprepossessing a place for his +headquarters. I dreaded to walk up that weedy, uninviting path, but could not +lag behind, when Ben strode determinedly along and began a vigorous rapping +at the rickety, musty-smelling door. + +There was no response to the knock, and something in its echoes sent a series of +shivers through one. Ben, however, was quite unperturbed; and at once began to +circle the house in quest of unlocked windows. The third that he tried - in the +rear of the dismal cabin - proved capable of opening, and after a boost and a +vigorous spring he was safely inside and helping me after him. + +The room in which we landed was full of limestone and granite blocks, chiselling +tools and clay models, and we realised at once that it was Wheeler's erstwhile +studio. So far we had not met with any sign of life, but over everything hovered a +damnably ominous dusty odour. On our left was an open door evidently leading +to a kitchen on the chimney side of the house, and through this Ben started, +intent on finding anything he could concerning his friend's last habitat. He was +considerably ahead of me when he crossed the threshold, so that I could not see +at first what brought him up short and wrung a low cry of horror from his lips. + +In another moment, though, I did see - and repeated his cry as instinctively as I +had done in the cave. For here in this cabin - far from any subterranean depths +which could breed strange gases and work strange mutations - were two stony +figures which I knew at once were no products of Arthur Wheeler's chisel. In a +rude armchair before the fireplace, bound in position by the lash of a long +rawhide whip, was the form of a man - unkempt, elderly, and with a look of +fathomless horror on its evil, petrified face. + +On the floor beside it lay a woman's figure; graceful, and with a face betokening +considerable youth and beauty. Its expression seemed to be one of sardonic +satisfaction, and near its outflung right hand was a large tin pail, somewhat +stained on the inside, as with a darkish sediment. + +We made no move to approach those inexplicably petrified bodies, nor did we +exchange any but the simplest conjectures. That this stony couple hand been +Mad Dan and his wife we could not well doubt, but how to account for their +present condition was another matter. As we looked horrifiedly around we saw +the suddenness with which the final development must have come - for +everything about us seemed, despite a heavy coating of dust, to have been left in +the midst of commonplace household activities. + + + + +The only exception to this rule of casualness was on the kitchen table; in whose +cleared centre, as if to attract attention, lay a thin, battered, blank-book weighed +down by a sizeable tin funnel. Crossing to read the thing, Ben saw that it was a +kind of diary or set of dated entries, written in a somewhat cramped and none +too practiced hand. The very first words riveted my attention, and before ten +seconds had elapsed he was breathlessly devouring the halting text - I avidly +following as I peered over his shoulder. As we read on - moving as we did so +into the less loathsome atmosphere of the adjoining room - many obscure things +became terribly clear to us, and we trembled with a mixture of complex +emotions. + +This is what we read - and what the coroner read later on. The public has seen a +highly twisted and sensationalised version in the cheap newspapers, but not +even that has more than a fraction of the genuine terror which the original held +for us as we puzzled it out alone in that musty cabin among the wild hills, with +two monstrous stone abnormalities lurking in the death-like silence of the next +room. When we had finished Ben pocketed the book with a gesture half of +repulsion, and his first words were "Let's get out of here." + +Silently and nervously we stumbled to the front of the house, unlocked the door, +and began the long tramp back to the village. There were many statements to +make and questions to answer in the days that followed, and I do not think that +either Ben or I can ever shake off the effects of the whole harrowing experience. +Neither can some of the local authorities and city reporters who flocked around - +even though they burned a certain book and many papers found in attic boxes, +and destroyed considerable apparatus in the deepest part of that sinister hillside +cave. But here is the text itself: + +"Nov. 5 - My name is Daniel Morris. Around here they call me 'Mad Dan' +because I believe in powers that nobody else believes in nowadays. When I go up +on Thunder Hill to keep the Feast of the Foxes they think I am crazy - all except +the back country folks that are afraid of me. They try to stop me from sacrificing +the Black Goat at Hallow Eve, and always prevent my doing the Great Rite that +would open the gate. They ought to know better, for they know that I am a Van +Kauran on my mother's side, and anybody this side of the Hudson can tell what +the Van Kaurans have handed down. We come from Nicholas Van Kauran, the +wizard, who was hanged in Wijtgaart in 1587, and everybody knows he had +made the bargain with the Black Man. + +"The soldiers never got his Book of Eibon when they burned his house, and his +grandson, William Van Kauran, brought it over when he came to +Rensselaerwyck and later crossed the river to Esopus. Ask anybody in Kingston +or Hurley about what the William Van Kauran line could do to people that got in + + + + +their way. Also, ask them if my Uncle Hendrik didn't manage to keep hold of the +Book of Eibon when they ran him out of town and he went up the river to this +place with his family. + +"I am writing this - and am going to keep writing this - because I want people to +know the truth after I am gone. Also, I am afraid I shall really go mad if I don't +set things down in plain black and white. Everything is going against me, and if +it keeps up I shall have to use the secrets in the Book and call in certain Powers. +Three months ago that sculptor Arthur Wheeler came to Mountain Top, and they +sent him up to me because I am the only man in the place who knows anything +except farming, hunting, and fleecing summer boarders. The fellow seemed to be +interested in what I had to say, and made a deal to stop in here for $13.00 a week +with meals. I gave him the back room beside the kitchen for his lumps of stone +and his chiselling, and arranged with Nate Williams to tend to his rock blasting +and haul his big pieces with a drag and yoke of oxen. + +"That was three months ago. Now I know why that cursed son of hell took so +quick to the place. It wasn't my talk at all, but the looks of my wife Rose, that is +Osborne Chandler's oldest girl. She is sixteen years younger than I am, and is +always casting sheep's eyes at the fellows in town. But we always managed to +get along fine enough till this dirty rat shewed up, even if she did balk at helping +me with the Rites on Roodmas and Hallowmass. I can see now that Wheeler is +working on her feelings and getting her so fond of him that she hardly looks at +me, and I suppose he'll try to elope with her sooner or later. + +"But he works slow like all sly, polished dogs, and I've got plenty of time to +think up what to do about it. They don't either of them know I suspect anything, +but before long they'll both realise it doesn't pay to break up a Van Kauran's +home. I promise them plenty of novelty in what I'll do. + +"Nov. 25 - Thanksgiving Day! That's a pretty good joke! But at that I'll have +something to be thankful for when I finish what I've started. No question but +that Wheeler is trying to steal my wife. For the time being, though, I'll let him +keep on being a star boarder. Got the Book of Eibon down from Uncle Hendrik's +old trunk in the attic last week, and am looking up something good which won't +require sacrifices that I can't make around here. I want something that'll finish +these two sneaking traitors, and at the same time get me into no trouble. If it has +a twist of drama in it, so much the better. I've thought of calling in the emanation +of Yoth, but that needs a child's blood and I must be careful about the +neighbours. The Green Decay looks promising, but that would be a bit +unpleasant for me as well as for them. I don't like certain sights and smells. + + + + +"Dec. 10 - Eureka! I've got the very thing at last! Revenge is sweet - and this is the +perfect cHmax! Wheeler, the sculptor - this is too good! Yes, indeed, that damned +sneak is going to produce a statue that will sell quicker than any of the things +he's been carving these past weeks! A realist, eh? Well - the new statuary won't +lack any realism! I found the formula in a manuscript insert opposite page 679 of +the Book. From the handwriting I judge it was put there by my great-grandfather +Bareut Picterse Van Kauran - the one who disappeared from New Paltz in 1839. +la! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young! + +"To be plain, I've found a way to turn those wretched rats into stone statues. It's +absurdly simple, and really depends more on plain chemistry than on the Outer +Powers. If I can get hold of the right stuff I can brew a drink that'll pass for +home-made wine, and one swig ought to finish any ordinary being short of an +elephant. What it amounts to is a kind of petrification infinitely speeded up. +Shoots the whole system full of calcium and barium salts and replaces living cells +with mineral matter so fast that nothing can stop it. It must have been one of +those things great-grandfather got at the Great Sabbat on Sugar-Loaf in the +Catskills. Queer things used to go on there. Seems to me I heard of a man in New +Paltz - Squire Hasbruck - turned to stone or something like that in 1834. He was +an enemy of the Van Kaurans. First thing I must do is order the five chemicals I +need from Albany and Montreal. Plenty of time later to experiment. When +everything is over I'll round up all the statues and sell them as Wheeler's work to +pay for his overdue board bill! He always was a realist and an egoist - wouldn't +it be natural for him to make a self-portrait in stone, and to use my wife for +another model - as indeed he's really been doing for the past fortnight? Trust the +dull public not to ask what quarry the queer stone came from! + +"Dec. 25 - Christmas. Peace on earth, and so forth! These two swine are goggling +at each other as if I didn't exist. They must think I'm deaf, dumb, and blind! +Well, the barium sulphate and calcium chloride came from Albany last +Thursday, and the acids, catalytics, and instruments are due from Montreal any +day now. The mills of the gods - and all that! I'll do the work in Allen's Cave +near the lower wood lot, and at the same time will be openly making some wine +in the cellar here. There ought to be some excuse for offering a new drink - +though it won't take much planning to fool those two moonstruck nincompoops. +The trouble will be to make Rose take wine, for she pretends not to like it. Any +experiments that I make on animals will be down at the cave, and nobody ever +thinks of going there in winter. I'll do some wood-cutting to account for my time +away. A small load or two brought in will keep him off the track. + +"Jan. 20 - It's harder work than I thought, a lot depends on the exact proportions. +The stuff came from Montreal, but I had to send again for some better scales and +an acetylene lamp. They're getting curious down at the village. Wish the express + + + + +office weren't in Steenwyck's store. Am trying various mixtures on the sparrows +that drink and bathe in the pool in front of the cave - when it's melted. +Sometimes it kills them, but sometimes they fly away. Clearly, I've missed some +important reaction. I suppose Rose and that upstart are making the most of my +absence - but I can afford to let them, there can be no doubt of my success in the +end. + +"Feb. 11 - Have got it at last! Put a fresh lot in the little pond - which is well +melted today - and the first bird that drank toppled over as if he were shot. I +picked him up a second later, and he was a perfect piece of stone, down to the +smallest claws and feather. Not a muscle changed since he was poised for +drinking, so he must have died the instant any of the stuff got to his stomach. I +didn't expect the petrification to come so soon. But a sparrow isn't a fair test of +the way the thing would act with a large animal. I must get something bigger to +try it on, for it must be the right strength when I give it to those swine. I guess +Rose's dog Rex will do. I'll take him along the next time and say a timber wolf +got him. she thinks a lot of him, and I shan't be sorry to give her something to +sniffle over before the big reckoning. I must be careful where I keep this book. +Rose sometimes pries around in the queerest places. + +"Feb. 15 - Getting warm! Tried it on Rex and it worked like a charm with only +double the strength. I fixed the rock pool and got him to drink. He seemed to +know something queer had hit him, for he bristled and growled, but he was a +piece of stone before he could turn his head, the solution ought to have been +stronger, and for a human being ought to be very much stronger. I think I'm +getting the hang of it now, and am about ready for that cur Wheeler. The stuff +seems to be tasteless, but to make sure I'll flavour it with the new wine I'm +making up at the house. Wish I were surer about the tastelessness, so I could give +it to Rose in water without trying to urge wine on her. I'll get the two separately - +Wheeler out here and Rose at home. Have just fixed a strong solution and +cleared away all strange objects in front of the cave. Rose whimpered like a +puppy when I told her a wolf had got Rex, and Wheeler gurgled a lot of +sympathy. + +"March 1 - la R'lyeh! Praise the Lord Tsathoggua! I've got the son of hell at last! +Told him I'd found a new ledge of friable limestone down this way, and he +trotted after me like the yellow cur he is! I had the wine-flavoured stuff in a +bottle on my hip, and he was glad of a swig when we got here. Gulped it down +without a wink - and dropped in his tracks before you could count three. But he +knows I've had my vengeance, for I made a face at him that he couldn't miss. I +saw the look of understanding come into his face as he keeled over. In two +minutes he was solid stone. + + + + +"I dragged him into the cave and put Rex's figure outside again, that bristhng +dog shape will help to scare people off. It's getting time for the spring hunters, +and besides, there's a damned lunger' named Jackson in a cabin over the hill +who does a lot of snooping around in the snow. I wouldn't want my laboratory +and storeroom to be found just yet! when I got home I told Rose that Wheeler +had found a telegram at the village summoning him suddenly home. I don't +know whether she believed me or not but I doesn't matter. For form's sake, I +packed Wheeler's things and took them down the hill, telling her I was going to +ship them after him. I put them in the dry well at the abandoned Rapelye place. +Now for Rose! + +"March 3 - Can't get Rose to drink any wine. I hope that stuff is tasteless enough +to go unnoticed in water. I tried it in tea and coffee, but it forms a precipitate and +can't be used that way. If I use it in water I'll have to cut down the dose and trust +to a more gradual action. Mr. and Mrs. Hoog dropped in this noon, and I had +hard work keeping the conversation away from Wheeler's departure. It mustn't +get around that we say he was called back to New York when everybody at the +village knows that no telegram came, and that he didn't leave on the bus. Rose is +acting damned queer about the whole thing. I'll have to pick a quarrel with her +and keep her locked in the attic. The best way is to try to make her drink that +doctored wine - and if she does give in, so much better. + +"March 7 - Have started in on Rose. She wouldn't drink the wine so I took a +whip to her and drove her up to the attic. She'll never come down alive. I pass +her a platter of salty bread and salt meat, and a pail of slightly doctored water, +twice a day. The salt food ought to make her drink a lot, and it can't be long +before the action sets in. I don't like the way she shouts about Wheeler when I'm +at the door. The rest of the time she is absolutely silent. + +"March 9 - It's damned peculiar how slow that stuff is in getting hold of Rose. I'll +have to make it stronger - probably she'll never taste it with all the salt I've been +feeding her. well, if it doesn't get there are plenty of other ways to fall back on. +but I would like to carry this neat statue plan through! Went to the cave this +morning and all is well there. I sometimes hear Rose's footsteps on the ceiling +overhead, and I think they're getting more and more dragging. The stuff is +certainly working, but it's too slow. Not strong enough. From now on I'll rapidly +stiffen up the dose. + +"March 11 - It is very queer. She is still alive and moving. Tuesday night I heard +her piggling with a window, so went up and gave her a rawhiding. She acts +more sullen than frightened, and her eyes look swollen. But she could never drop +to the ground from that height and there's nowhere she could climb down. I + + + + +have had dreams at night, for her slow, dragging pacing on the floor above gets +on my nerves. Sometimes I think she works at the lock on the door. + +"March 15 - Still alive, despite all the strengthening of the dose. There's +something queer about it. she crawls now, and doesn't pace very often. But the +sound of her crawling is horrible. She rattles the windows, too, and fumbles with +the door. I shall have to finish her off with the rawhide if this keeps up. I'm +getting very sleepy. Wonder if Rose has got on her guard somehow. But she +must be drinking the stuff. This sleepiness is abnormal - I think the strain is +telling on me. I'm sleepy. . ." + +(Here the cramped handwriting trails out in a vague scrawl, giving place to a +note in a firmer, evidently feminine handwriting, indicative of great emotional +tension.) + +"March 16-4 a.m. - This is added by Rose C. Morris, about to die. Please notify +my father, Osborne E. Chandler, Route 2, Mountain Top, N.Y. I have just read +what the beast has written. I felt sure he had killed Arthur Wheeler, but did not +know till I read this terrible notebook. Now I know what I escaped. I noticed the +water tasted queer, so took none of it after the first sip. I threw it all out of the +window. That one sip has half paralysed me, but I can still get about. The thirst +was terrible, but I ate as little as possible of the salty food and was able to get a +little water up here under places where the roof leaked. + +"There were two great rains. I thought he was trying to poison me, though I +didn't know what the poison was like. What he has written about himself and +me is a lie. We were never happy together and I think I married him only under +one of those spells that he was able to lay on people. I guess he hypnotised both +my father and me, for he was always hated and feared and suspected of dark +dealings with the devil. My father once called him The Devil's Kin, and he was +right. + +"No one will ever know what I went through as his wife. It was not simply +common cruelty - though God knows he was cruel enough, and beat me often +with a leather whip. It was more - more than anyone in this age can ever +understand. He was a monstrous creature, and practiced all sorts of hellish +ceremonies handed down by his mother's people. He tried to make me help in +the rites - and I don't dare even hint what they were. I would not, so he beat me. +It would be blasphemy to tell what he tried to make me do. I can say he was a +murderer even then, for I know what he sacrificed one night on Thunder Hill. He +was surely the Devil's Kin. I tried four times to run away, but he always caught +and beat me. Also, he had a sort of hold over my mind, and even over my +father's mind. + + + + +"About Arthur Wheeler I have nothing to be ashamed of. We did come to love +each other, but only in an honorable way. He gave me the first kind treatment I +had ever had since leaving my father's, and meant to help me get out of the +clutches of that fiend. He had several talks with my father, and was going to help +me get out west. After my divorce we would have been married. + +"Ever since that brute locked me in the attic I have planned to get out and finish +him. I always kept the poison overnight in case I could escape and find him +asleep and give it to him somehow. At first he waked easily when I worked on +the lock of the door and tested the conditions at the windows, but later he began +to get more tired and sleep sounder. I could always tell by his snoring when he +asleep. + +"Tonight he was so fast asleep I forced the lock without waking him. it was hard +work getting downstairs with my partial paralysis, but I did. I found him here +with the lamp burning - asleep at the table, where he had been writing in this +book. In the corner was the long rawhide whip he had so often beaten me with. I +used it to tie him to the chair so he could not move a muscle. I lashed his neck so +that I could pour anything down his throat without his resisting. + +"He waked up just as I was finishing and I guess he saw right off that he was +done for. he shouted frightful things and tried to chant mystical formulas, but I +choked him off a dish towel from the sink. Then I saw this book he had been +writing in, and stopped to read it. the shock was terrible, and I almost fainted +four or five time. My mind was not ready for such things. After that I talked to +that fiend for two or three hours steady. I told everything I had wanted to tell +him through all the years I had been his slave, and lot of other things that had to +with what I read in this awful book. + +"He looked almost purple when I was through, and I think he was half delirious. +Then I got a funnel from the cupboard and jammed it into his mouth after taking +out the gag. He knew what I was going to do, but was helpless. I had brought +down the pail of poisoned water, and without a qualm, I poured a good half of it +into the funnel. + +"It must have been a very strong dose, for almost at once I saw that brute begin +to stiffen and turn a dull stony grey. In ten minutes I knew he was solid stone. I +could bear to touch him, but the tin funnel clinked horribly when I pulled it out +of his mouth. I wish I could have given that Kin of the Devil a more painful, +lingering death, but surely this was the most appropriate he could have had. + +"There is not much more to say. I am half-paralysed, and with Arthur murdered +I have nothing to live for. I shall make things complete by drinking the rest of the + + + + +poison after placing this book where it will be found. In a quarter of an hour I +shall be a stone statue. My only wish is to be buried beside the statue that was +Arthur - when it is found in that cave where the fiend left it. Poor trusting Rex +ought to lie at our feet. I do not care what becomes of the stone devil tied in the +chair...." + + + + +The Night Ocean - with R. H. Barlow + +Written 1936 + +I went to EUston Beach not only for the pleasures of sun and ocean, but to rest a +weary mind. Since I knew no person in the little town, which thrives on summer +vacationists and presents only blank windows during most of the year, there +seemed no likelihood that I might be disturbed. This pleased me, for I did not +wish to see anything but the expanse of pounding surf and the beach lying +before my temporary home. + +My long work of the summer was completed when I left the city, and the large +mural design produced by it had been entered in the contest. It had taken me the +bulk of the year to finish the painting, and when the last brush was cleaned I was +no longer reluctant to yield to the claims of health and find rest and seclusion for +a time. Indeed, when I had been a week on the beach I recalled only now and +then the work whose success had so recently seemed all-important. There was no +longer the old concern with a hundred complexities of colour and ornament; no +longer the fear and mistrust of my ability to render a mental image actual, and +turn by my own skill alone the dim-conceived idea into the careful draught of a +design. And yet that which later befell me by the lonely shore may have grown +solely from the mental constitution behind such concern and fear and mistrust. +For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and +dreaming; and who can say that such a nature does not open latent eyes sensitive +to unsuspected worlds and orders of being? + +Now that I am trying to tell what I saw I am conscious of a thousand maddening +limitations. Things seen by the inward sight, like those flashing visions which +come as we drift into the blankness of sleep, are more vivid and meaningful to us +in that form than when we have sought to weld them with reality. Set a pen to a +dream, and the colour drains from it. The ink with which we write seems diluted +with something holding too much of reality, and we find that after all we cannot +delineate the incredible memory. It is as if our inward selves, released from the +bonds of daytime and objectivity, revelled in prisoned emotions which are +hastily stifled when we translate them. In dreams and visions lie the greatest +creations of man, for on them rests no yoke of line or hue. Forgotten scenes, and +lands more obscure than the golden world of childhood, spring into the sleeping +mind to reign until awakening puts them to rout. Amid these may be attained +something of the glory and contentment for which we yearn; some image of +sharp beauties suspected but not before revealed, which are to us as the Grail to +holy spirits of the medieval world. To shape these things on the wheel of art, to +seek to bring some faded trophy from that intangible realm of shadow and + + + + +gossamer, requires equal skill and memory. For although dreams are in all of us, +few hands may grasp their moth-wings without tearing them. + +Such skill this narrative does not have. If I might, I would reveal to you the +hinted events which I perceived dimly, like one who peers into an unlit realm +and glimpses forms whose motion is concealed. In my mural design, which then +lay with a multitude of others in the building for which they were planned, I had +striven equally to catch a trace of this elusive shadow-world, and had perhaps +succeeded better than I shall now succeed. My stay in Ellston was to await the +judging of that design; and when days of unfamiliar leisure had given me +perspective, I discovered that - in spite of those weaknesses which a creator +always detects most clearly - I had indeed managed to retain in line and colour +some fragments snatched from the endless world of imagining. The difficulties of +the process, and the resulting strain on all my powers, had undermined my +health and brought me to the beach during this period of waiting. Since I wished +to be wholly alone, I rented (to the delight of the incredulous owner) a small +house some distance from the village of Ellston - which, because of the waning +season, was alive with a moribund bustle of tourists, uniformly uninteresting to +me. The house, dark from the sea-wind though it had not been painted, was not +even a satellite of the village; but swung below it on the coast like a pendulum +beneath a still clock, quite alone upon a hill of weed-grown sand. Like a solitary +warm animal it crouched facing the sea, and its inscrutable dirty windows stared +upon a lonely realm of earth and sky and enormous sea. It will not do to use too +much imagining in a narrative whose facts, could they be augmented and fitted +into a mosaic, would be strange enough in themselves; but I thought the little +house was lonely when I saw it, and that like myself, it was conscious of its +meaningless nature before the great sea. + +I took the place in late August, arriving a day before I was expected, and +encountering a van and two workingmen unloading the furniture provided by +the owner. I did not know then how long I would stay, and when the truck that +brought the goods had left I settled my small luggage and locked the door +(feeling very proprietary about having a house after months of a rented room) to +go down the weedy hill and on the beach. Since it was quite square and had but +one room, the house required little exploration. Two windows in each side +provided a great quantity of light, and somehow a door had been squeezed in as +an after-thought on the oceanward wall. The place had been built about ten years +previously, but on account of its distance from Ellston village was difficult to +rent even during the active summer season. There being no fireplace, it stood +empty and alone from October until far into the spring. Though actually less +than a mile below Ellston, it seemed more remote; since a bend in the coast +caused one to see only grassy dunes in the direction of the village. + + + + +The first day, half-gone when I was installed, I spent in the enjoyment of sun and +restless water-things whose quiet majesty made the designing of murals seem +distant and tiresome. But this was the natural reaction to a long concern with one +set of habits and activities. I was through with my work and my vacation was +begun. This fact, while elusive for the moment, showed in everything which +surrounded me that afternoon of my arrival, and in the utter change from old +scenes. There was an effect of bright sun upon a shifting sea of waves whose +mysteriously impelled curves were strewn with what appeared to be rhinestone. +Perhaps a water-colour might have caught the solid masses of intolerable light +which lay upon the beach where the sea mingled with the sand. Although the +ocean bore her own hue, it was dominated wholly and incredibly by the +enormous glare. There was no other person near me, and I enjoyed the spectacle +without the annoyance of any alien object upon the stage. Each of my senses was +touched in a different way, but sometimes it seemed that the roar of the sea was +akin to that great brightness, or as if the waves were glaring instead of the sun, +each of these being so vigorous and insistent that impressions coming from them +were mingled. Curiously, I saw no one bathing near my little square house +during that or succeeding afternoons, although the curving shore included a +wide beach even more inviting than that at the village, where the surf was dotted +with random figures. I supposed that this was because of the distance and +because there had never been other houses below the town. Why this unbuilt +stretch existed, I could not imagine; since many dwellings straggled along the +northward coast, facing the sea with aimless eyes. + +I swam until the afternoon had gone, and later, having rested, walked into the +little town. Darkness hid the sea from me as I entered, and I found in the dingy +lights of the streets tokens of a life which was not even conscious of the great, +gloom-shrouded thing lying so close. There were painted women in tinsel +adornments, and bored men who were no longer young - a throng of foolish +marionettes perched on the lip of the ocean-chasm; unseeing, unwilling to see +what lay above them and about, in the multitudinous grandeur of the stars and +the leagues of the night ocean. I walked along that darkened sea as I went back to +the bare little house, sending the beams of my flashlight out upon the naked and +impenetrable void. In the absence of the moon, this light made a solid bar +athwart the walls of the uneasy tide; and I felt an indescribable emotion born of +the noise of the waters and the perception of my smallness as I cast that tiny +beam upon a realm immense in itself, yet only the black border of the earthly +deep. That nighted deep, upon which ships were moving alone in the darkness +where I could not see them, gave off the murmur of a distant, angry rabble. + +When I reached my high residence I knew that I had passed no one during the +mile's walk from the village, and yet there somehow lingered an impression that +I had been all the while accompanied by the spirit of the lonely sea. It was, I + + + + +thought, personified in a shape which was not revealed to me, but which moved +quietly about beyond my range of comprehension. It was like those actors who +wait behind darkened scenery in readiness for the lines which will shortly call +them before our eyes to move and speak in the sudden revelation of the +footlights. At last I shook off this fancy and sought my key to enter the place, +whose bare walls gave a sudden feeling of security. + +My cottage was entirely free of the village, as if it had wandered down the coast +and was unable to return; and there I heard nothing of the disturbing clamour +when I returned each night after supper. I generally stayed but a short while +upon the streets of Ellston, though sometimes I went into the place for the sake of +the walk it provided. There were all the multitude of curio-shops and falsely +regal theatre fronts that clutter vacation towns, but I never went into these; and +the place seemed useful only for its restaurants. It was astonishing the number of +useless things people found to do. + +There was a succession of sun-filled days at first. I rose early, and beheld the grey +sky agleam with promise of sunrise; a prophecy fulfilled as I stood witness. +Those dawns were cold and their colours faint in comparison to that uniform +radiance of day which gives to every hour the quality of white noon. That great +light, so apparent the first day, made each succeeding day a yellow page in the +book of time. I noticed that many of the beach people were displeased by the +inordinate sun, whereas I sought it. After grey months of toil the lethargy +induced by a physical existence in a region governed by the simple things - the +wind and light and water - had a prompt effect upon me, and since I was anxious +to continue this healing process, I spent all my time outdoors in the sunlight. +This induced a state at once impassive and submissive, and gave me a feeling of +security against the ravenous night. As darkness is akin to death, so is light to +vitality. Through the heritage of a million years ago, when men were closer to the +mother sea, and when the creatures of which we are born lay languid in the +shallow, sun-pierced water; we still seek today the primal things when we are +tired, steeping ourselves within their lulling security like those early half- +mammals which had not yet ventured upon the oozy land. + +The monotony of the waves gave repose, and I had no other occupation than +witnessing a myriad ocean moods. There is a ceaseless change in the waters - +colours and shades pass over them like the insubstantial expressions of a well- +known face; and these are at once communicated to us by half- recognized +senses. When the sea is restless, remembering old ships that have gone over her +chasms, there comes up silently in our hearts the longing for a vanished horizon. +But when she forgets, we forget also. Though we know her a lifetime, she must +always hold an alien air, as if something too vast to have shape were lurking in +the universe to which she is a door. The morning ocean, glimmering with a + + + + +reflected mist of blue-white cloud and expanding diamond foam, has the eyes of +one who ponders on strange things; and her intricately woven webs, through +which dart a myriad coloured fishes, hold the air of some great idle thing which +will arise presently from the hoary immemorial chasms and stride upon the land. + +I was content for many days, and glad that I had chosen the lonely house which +sat like a small beast upon those rounded cliffs of sand. Among the pleasantly +aimless amusements fostered by such a life, I took to following the edge of the +tide (where the waves left a damp, irregular outline rimmed with evanescent +foam) for long distances; and sometimes I found curious bits of shell in the +chance litter of the sea. There was an astonishing lot of debris on that inward- +curving coast which my bare little house overlooked, and I judged that currents +whose courses diverge from the village beach must reach that spot. At any rate, +my pockets - when I had any - generally held vast stores of trash; most of which I +threw away an hour or two after picking it up, wondering why I had kept it. +Once, however, I found a small bone whose nature I could not identify, save that +it was certainly nothing out of a fish; and I kept this, along with a large metal +bead whose minutely carven design was rather unusual. This latter depicted a +fishy thing against a patterned background of seaweed instead of the usual floral +or geometrical designs, and was still clearly traceable though worn with years of +tossing in the surf. Since I had never seen anything like it, I judged that it +represented some fashion, now forgotten, of a previous year at EUston, where +similar fads were common. + +I had been there perhaps a week when the weather began a gradual change. Each +stage of this progressive darkening was followed by another subtly intensified, +so that in the end the entire atmosphere surrounding me had shifted from day to +evening. This was more obvious to me in a series of mental impressions than in +what I actually witnessed, for the small house was lonely under the grey skies, +and there was sometimes a beating wind that came out of the ocean bearing +moisture. The sun was displaced by long intervals of cloudiness - layers of grey +mist beyond whose unknown depth the sun lay cut off. Though it might glare +with the old intensity above that enormous veil, it could not penetrate. The beach +was a prisoner in a hueless vault for hours at a time, as if something of the night +were welling into other hours. + +Although the wind was invigorating and the ocean whipped into little churning +spirals of activity by the vagrant flapping, I found the water growing chill, so +that I could not stay in it as long as I had done previously, and thus I fell into the +habit of long walks, which - when I was unable to swim - provided the exercise +that I was so careful to obtain. These walks covered a greater range of sea-edge +than my previous wanderings, and since the beach extended in a stretch of miles +beyond the tawdry village, I often found myself wholly isolated upon an endless + + + + +area of sand as evening drew close. When this occurred, I would stride hastily +along the whispering sea-border, following the outline so that I should not +wander inland and lose my way. And sometimes, when these walks were late (as +they grew increasingly to be) I would come upon the crouching house that +looked like a harbinger of the village. Insecure upon the wind- gnawed cliffs, a +dark blot upon the morbid hues of the ocean sunset, it was more lonely than by +the full light of either orb; and seemed to my imagination like a mute, +questioning face turned toward me expectant of some action. That the place was +isolated I have said, and this at first pleased me; but in that brief evening hour +when the sun left a gore-splattered decline and darkness lumbered on like an +expanding shapeless blot, there was an alien presence about the place: a spirit, a +mood, an impression that came from the surging wind, the gigantic sky, and that +sea which drooled blackening waves upon a beach grown abruptly strange. At +these times I felt an uneasiness which had no very definite cause, although my +solitary nature had made me long accustomed to the ancient silence and the +ancient voice of nature. These misgivings, to which I could have put no sure +name, did not affect me long, yet I think now that all the while a gradual +consciousness of the ocean's immense loneliness crept upon me, a loneliness that +was made subtly horrible by intimations - which were never more than such - of +some animation or sentience preventing me from being wholly alone. + +The noisy, yellow streets of the town, with their curiously unreal activity, were +very far away, and when I went there for my evening meal (mistrusting a diet +entirely of my own ambiguous cooking) I took increasing and quite unreasonable +care that I should return to the cottage before the late darkness, though I was +often abroad until ten or so. You will say that such action is unreasonable; that if +I had feared the darkness in some childish way, I would have entirely avoided it. +You will ask me why I did not leave the place since its loneliness was depressing +me. To all this I have no reply, save that whatever unrest I felt, whatever of +remote disturbance there was to me in brief aspects of the darkening sun or the +eager salt- brittle wind or in the robe of the dark sea that lay crumpled like an +enormous garment so close to me, was something which had an origin half in my +own heart, which showed itself only at fleeting moments, and which had no very +long effect upon me. In the recurrent days of diamond light, with sportive waves +flinging blue peaks at the basking shore, the memory of dark moods seemed +rather incredible, yet only an hour or two afterward I might again experience +these moods once more, and descend to a dim region of despair. + +Perhaps these inward emotions were only a reflection of the sea's own mood, for +although half of what we see is coloured by the interpretation placed upon it by +our minds, many of our feelings are shaped quite distinctly by external, physical +things. The sea can bind us to her many moods, whispering to us by the subtle +token of a shadow or a gleam upon the waves, and hinting in these ways of her + + + + +mournfulness or rejoicing. Always she is remembering old things, and these +memories, though we may not grasp them, are imparted to us, so that we share +her gaiety or remorse. Since I was doing no work, seeing no person that I knew, I +was perhaps susceptible to shades of her cryptic meaning which would have +been overlooked by another. The ocean ruled my life during the whole of that +late summer; demanding it as recompense for the healing she had brought me. + +There were drownings at the beach that year; and while I heard of these only +casually (such is our indifference to a death which does not concern us, and to +which we are not witness), I knew that their details were unsavoury. The people +who died - some of them swimmers of a skill beyond the average - were +sometimes not found until many days had elapsed, and the hideous vengeance +of the deep had scourged their rotten bodies. It was as if the sea had dragged +them into a chasm-lair, and had mulled them about in the darkness until, +satisfied that they were no longer of any use, she had floated them ashore in a +ghastly state. No one seemed to know what had caused these deaths. Their +frequency excited alarm among the timid, since the undertow at Ellston was not +strong, and since there were known to be no sharks at hand. Whether the bodies +showed marks of any attacks I did not learn, but the dread of a death which +moves among the waves and comes on lone people from a lightless, motionless +place is a dread which men know and do not like. They must quickly find a +reason for such a death, even if there are no sharks. Since sharks formed only a +suspected cause, and one never to my knowledge confirmed, the swimmers who +continued during the rest of the season were on guard against treacherous tides +rather than against any possible sea-animal. Autumn, indeed, was not a great +distance off, and some people used this as an excuse for leaving the sea, where +men were snared by death, and going to the security of inland fields, where one +cannot even hear the ocean. So August ended, and I had been at the beach many +days. + +There had been a threat of storm since the fourth of the new month, and on the +sixth, when I set out for a walk in the damp wind, there was a mass of formless +cloud, colourless and oppressive, above the ruffled leaden sea. The motion of the +wind, directed toward no especial goal but stirring uneasily, provided a +sensation of coming animation - a hint of life in the elements which might be the +long-expected storm. I had eaten my luncheon at Ellston, and though the +heavens seemed the closing lid of a great casket, I ventured far down the beach +and away from both the town and my no-longer-to-be-seen house. As the +universal grey became spotted with a carrion purple - curiously brilliant despite +its sombre hue - I found that I was several miles from any possible shelter. This, +however, did not seem very important, for despite the dark skies with their +added glow of unknown presage I was in a curious mood that flashed through a +body grown suddenly alert and sensitive to the outline of shapes and meanings + + + + +that were previously dim. Obscurely, a memory came to me; suggested by the +likeness of the scene to one I had imagined when a story was read to me in +childhood. That tale - of which I had not thought for many years - concerned a +woman who was loved by the dark-bearded king of an underwater realm of +blurred cliffs where fish- things lived; and who was taken from the golden- +haired youth of her troth by a dark being crowned with a priest-like mitre and +having the features of a withered ape. What had remained in the corner of my +fancy was the image of cliffs beneath the water against the hueless, dusky no-sky +of such a realm; and this, though I had forgotten most of the story, was recalled +quite unexpectedly by the same pattern of cliff and sky which I then beheld. The +sight was similar to what I had imagined in a year now lost save for random, +incomplete impressions. Suggestions of this story may have lingered behind +certain irritating unfinished memories, and in certain values hinted to my senses +by scenes whose actual worth was bafflingly small. Frequently, in a momentary +perception, we feel that a feathery landscape (for instance), a woman's dress +along the curve of a road by afternoon, or the solidity of a century-defying tree +against the pale morning sky (the conditions more than the object being +significant) hold something precious, some golden virtue that we must grasp. +And yet when such a scene or arrangement is viewed later, or from another +point, we find that it has lost its value and meaning for us. Perhaps this is +because the thing we see does not hold that elusive quality, but only suggests to +the mind some very different thing which remains unremembered. The baffled +mind, not wholly sensing the cause of its flashing appreciation, seizes on the +object exciting it, and is surprised when there is nothing of worth therein. Thus it +was when I beheld the purpling clouds. They held the stateliness and mystery of +old monastery towers at twilight, but their aspect was also that of the cliffs in the +old fairy-tale. Suddenly reminded of this lost image, I half expected to see, in the +fine-spun dirty foam and among the waves which were now as if they had been +poured of flawed black glass, the horrid figure of that ape-faced creature, +wearing a mitre old with verdigris, advancing from its kingdom in some lost gulf +to which those waves were sky. + +I did not see any such creature from the realm of imagining, but as the chill wind +veered, slitting the heavens like a rustling knife, there lay in the gloom of +merging cloud and water only a grey object, like a piece of driftwood, tossing +obscurely on the foam. This was a considerable distance out, and since it +vanished shortly, may not have been wood, but a porpoise coming to the +troubled surface. + +I soon found that I had stayed too long contemplating the rising storm and +linking my early fancies with its grandeur, for an icy rain began spotting down, +bringing a more uniform gloom upon a scene already too dark for the hour. +Hurrying along the grey sand, I felt the impact of cold drops upon my back, and + + + + +before many moments my clothing was soaked throughout. At first I had run, +put to flight by the colourless drops whose pattern hung in long linking strands +from an unseen sky; but after I saw that refuge was too far to reach in anything +like a dry state, I slackened my pace, and returned home as if I had walked under +clear skies. There was not much reason to hurry, although I did not idle as upon +previous occasions. The constraining wet garments were cold upon me, and with +the gathering darkness, and the wind that rose endlessly from the ocean, I could +not repress a shiver. Yet there was, beside the discomfort of the precipitous rain, +an exhilaration latent in the purplish ravelled masses of cloud and the stimulated +reactions of the body. In a mood half of exultant pleasure from resisting the rain +(which streamed from me now, and filled my shoes and pockets) and half of +strange appreciation of those morbid, dominant skies which hovered with dark +wings above the shifting eternal sea, I tramped along the grey corridor of EUston +Beach. More rapidly than I had expected the crouching house showed in the +oblique, flapping rain, and all the weeds of the sand cliff writhed in +accompaniment to the frantic wind, as if they would uproot themselves to join +the far-travelling element. Sea and sky had altered not at all, and the scene was +that which had accompanied me, save that there was now painted upon it the +hunching roof that seemed to bend from the assailing rain. I hurried up the +insecure steps, and let myself into a dry room, where, unconsciously surprised +that I was free of the nagging wind, I stood for a moment with water rilling from +every inch of me. + +There are two windows in the front of that house, one on each side, and these +face nearly straight upon the ocean; which I now saw half obscured by the +combined veils of the rain and the imminent night. From these windows I looked +as I dressed myself in a motley array of dry garments seized from convenient +hangers and from a chair too laden to sit upon. I was prisoned on all sides by an +unnaturally increased dusk which had filtered down at some undefined hour +under cover of the fostering storm. How long I had been on the reaches of wet +grey sand, or what the real time was, I could not tell, though a moment's search +produced my watch - fortunately left behind and thus avoiding the uniform +wetness of my clothing. I half guessed the hour from the dimly seen hands, +which were only slightly less indecipherable than the surrounding figures. In +another moment my sight penetrated the gloom (greater in the house than +beyond the bleared window) and saw that it was 6:45. + +There had been no one upon the beach as I came in, and naturally I expected to +see no further swimmers that night. Yet when I looked again from the window +there appeared surely to be figures blotting the grime of the wet evening. I +counted three moving about in some incomprehensible manner, and close to the +house another - which may not have been a person but a wave-ejected log, for +the surf was now pounding fiercely. I was startled to no little degree, and + + + + +wondered for what purpose those hardy persons stayed out in such a storm. And +then I thought that perhaps hke myself they had been caught unintentionally in +the rain and had surrendered to the watery gusts. In another moment, prompted +by a certain civilized hospitality which overcame my love of solitude, I stepped +to the door and emerged momentarily (at the cost of another wetting, for the rain +promptly descended upon me in exultant fury) on the small porch, gesticulating +toward the people. But whether they did not see me, or did not understand, they +made no returning signal. Dim in the evening, they stood as if half*surprised, or +as if they awaited some other action from me. There was in their attitude +something of that cryptic blankness, signifying anything or nothing, which the +house wore about itself as seen in the morbid sunset. Abruptly there came to me +a feeling that a sinister quality lurked about those un-moving figures who chose +to stay in the rainy night upon a beach deserted by all people, and I closed the +door with a surge of annoyance which sought all too vainly to disguise a deeper +emotion of fear; a consuming fright that welled up from the shadows of my +consciousness. A moment later, when I had stepped to the window, there +seemed to be nothing outside but the portentous night. Vaguely puzzled, and +even more vaguely frightened - like one who has seen no alarming thing, but is +apprehensive of what may be found in the dark street he is soon compelled to +cross - I decided that I had very possibly seen no one; and that the murky air had +deceived me. + +The aura of isolation about the place increased that night, though just out of sight +on the northward beach a hundred houses rose in the rainy darkness, their light +bleared and yellow above streets of polished glass, like goblin-eyes reflected in +an oily forest pool. Yet because I could not see them, or even reach them in bad +weather - since I had no car nor any way to leave the crouching house except by +walking in the figure- haunted darkness - I realized quite suddenly that I was, to +all intents, alone with the dreary sea that rose and subsided unseen, unkenned, +in the mist. And the voice of the sea had become a hoarse groan, like that of +something wounded which shifts about before trying to rise. + +Fighting away the prevalent gloom with a soiled lamp - for the darkness crept in +at my windows and sat peering obscurely at me from the corners like a patient +animal - I prepared my food, since I had no intentions of going to the village. The +hour seemed incredibly advanced, though it was not yet nine o'clock when I +went to bed. Darkness had come early and furtively, and throughout the +remainder of my stay lingered evasively over each scene and action which I +beheld. Something had settled out of the night - something forever undefined, +but stirring a latent sense within me, so that I was like a beast expecting the +momentary rustle of an enemy. + + + + +There were hours of wind, and sheets of the downpour flapped endlessly on the +meagre walls barring it from me. Lulls came in which I heard the mumbling sea, +and I could guess that large formless waves jostled one another in the pallid +whine of the winds, and flung on the beach a spray bitter with salt. Yet in the +very monotony of the restless elements I found a lethargic note, a sound that +beguiled me, after a time, into slumber grey and colourless as the night. The sea +continued its mad monologue, and the wind her nagging; but these were shut +out by the walls of unconsciousness, and for a time the night ocean was banished +from a sleeping mind. + +Morning brought an enfeebled sun - a sun like that which men will see when the +earth is old, if there are any men left; a sun more weary than the shrouded, +moribund sky. Faint echo of its old image, Phoebus strove to pierce the ragged, +ambiguous clouds as I awoke, at moments sending a wash of pale gold rippling +across the northwestern interior of my house, at others waning till it was only a +luminous ball, like some incredible plaything forgotten on the celestial lawn. +After a while the falling rain - which must have continued throughout the +previous night - succeeded in washing away those vestiges of purple cloud +which had been like the ocean cliffs in an old fairy-tale. Cheated alike of the +setting and rising sun, that day merged with the day before, as if the intervening +storm had not ushered a long darkness into the world, but had swollen and +subsided into one long afternoon. Gaining heart, the furtive sun exerted all his +force in dispelling the old mist, streaked now like a dirty window, and cast it +from his realm. The shallow blue day advanced as those grimy wisps retreated, +and the loneliness which had encircled me welled back into a watchful place of +retreat, whence it went no farther, but crouched and waited. + +The ancient brightness was now once more upon the sun, and the old glitter on +the waves, whose playful blue shapes had flocked upon that coast ere man was +born, and would rejoice unseen when he was forgotten in the sepulchre of time. +Influenced by these thin assurances, like one who believes the smile of friendship +on an enemy's features, I opened my door, and as it swung outward, a black spot +upon the inward burst of light, I saw the beach washed clean of any track, as if +no foot before mine had disturbed the smooth sand. With the quick lift of spirit +that follows a period of uneasy depression, I felt - in a purely yielding fashion +and without volition - that my own memory was washed clean of all the mistrust +and suspicion and disease-like fear of a lifetime, just as the filth of the water's +edge succumbs to a particularly high tide and is carried out of sight. There was a +scent of soaked, brackish grass, like the mouldy pages of a book, commingled +with a sweet odour born of the hot sunlight upon inland meadows, and these +were borne into me like an exhilarating drink, seeping and tingling through my +veins as if they would convey to me something of their own impalpable nature, +and float me dizzily in the aimless breeze. And conspiring with these things, the + + + + +sun continued to shower upon me, like the rain of yesterday, an incessant array +of bright spears; as if it also wished to hide that suspected background presence +which moved beyond my sight and was betrayed only by a careless rustle on the +borders of my consciousness, or by the aspect of blank figures staring out of an +ocean void. That sun, a fierce ball solitary in the whirlpool of infinity, was like a +horde of golden moths against my upturned face. A bubbling white grail of fire +divine and incomprehensible, it withheld from me a thousand promised mirages +where it granted one. For the sun did actually seem to indicate realms, secure +and fanciful, where if I but knew the path I might wander in this curious +exultation. Such things come of our own natures, for life has never yielded for +one moment her secrets, and it is only in our interpretation of their hinted images +that we may find ecstasy or dullness, according to a deliberately induced mood. +Yet ever and again we must succumb to her deceptions, believing for the +moment that we may this time find the withheld joy. And in this way the fresh +sweetness of the wind, on a morning following the haunted darkness (whose evil +intimations had given me a greater uneasiness than any menace to my body), +whispered to me of ancient mysteries only half-linked with earth, and of +pleasures that were the sharper because I felt that I might experience only a part +of them. The sun and wind and that scent that rose upon them told me of +festivals of gods whose senses are a millionfold more poignant than man's and +whose joys are a millionfold more subtle and prolonged. These things, they +hinted, could be mine if I gave myself wholly into their bright deceptive power; +and the sun, a crouching god with naked celestial flesh, an unknown, too-mighty +furnace upon which no eye might look, seemed almost sacred in the glow of my +newly sharpened emotions. The ethereal thunderous light it gave was something +before which all things must worship astonished. The slinking leopard in his +green- chasmed forest must have paused briefly to consider its leaf-scattered +rays, and all things nurtured by it must have cherished its bright message on +such a day. For when it is absent in the far reaches of eternity, earth will be lost +and black against an illimitable void. That morning, in which I shared the fire of +life, and whose brief moment of pleasure is secure against the ravenous years, +was astir with the beckoning of strange things whose elusive names can never be +written. + +As I made my way toward the village, wondering how it might look after a long- +needed scrubbing by the industrious rain, I saw, tangled in a glimmer of sunlit +moisture that was poured over it like a yellow vintage, a small object like a hand, +some twenty feet ahead of me, and touched by the repetitious foam. The shock +and disgust born in my startled mind when I saw that it was indeed a piece of +rotten flesh overcame my new contentment, and engendered a shocked suspicion +that it might actually be a hand. Certainly, no fish, or part of one, could assume +that look, and I thought I saw mushy fingers wed in decay. I turned the thing +over with my foot, not wishing to touch so foul an object, and it adhered stickily + + + + +to the leather of the shoe, as if clutching with the grasp of corruption. The thing, +whose shape was nearly lost, held too much resemblance to what I feared it +might be, and I pushed it into the willing grasp of a seething wave, which took it +from sight with an alacrity not often shown by those ravelled edges of the sea. + +Perhaps I should have reported my find, yet its nature was too ambiguous to +make action natural. Since it had been partly eaten by some ocean-dwelling +monstrousness, I did not think it identifiable enough to form evidence of an +unknown but possible tragedy. The numerous drownings, of course, came into +my mind - as well as other things lacking in wholesomeness, some of which +remained only as possibilities. Whatever the storm-dislodged fragment may +have been, and whether it were fish or some animal akin to man, I have never +spoken of it until now. And after all, there was no proof that it had not merely +been distorted by rottenness into that shape. + +I approached the town, sickened by the presence of such an object amid the +apparent beauty of the clean beach, though it was horribly typical of the +indifference of death in a nature which mingles rottenness with beauty, and +perhaps loves the former more. In Ellston I heard of no recent drowning or other +mishap of the sea, and found no reference to such in the columns of the local +paper - the only one I read during my stay. + +It is difficult to describe the mental state in which succeeding days found me. +Always susceptible to morbid emotions whose dark anguish might be induced +by things outside myself, or might spring from the abysses of my own spirit, I +was ridden by a feeling which was not fear or despair, or anything akin to these, +but was rather a perception of the brief hideousness and underlying filth of life - +a feeling partly a reflection of my internal nature and partly a result of breedings +induced by that gnawed rotten object which may have been a hand. In those +days my mind was a place of shadowed cliffs and dark moving figures, like the +ancient unsuspected realm which the fairy-tale recalled to me. I felt, in brief +agonies of disillusionment, the gigantic blackness of this overwhelming universe, +in which my days and the days of my race were as nothing to the shattered stars; +a universe in which each action is vain and even the emotion of grief a wasted +thing. + +The hours I had previously spent in something of regained health, contentment, +and physical well-being were given now (as if those days of the previous week +were something definitely ended) to an indolence like that of a man who no +longer cares to live. I was engulfed by a piteous lethargic fear of some ineluctable +doom which would be, I felt, the completed hate of the peering stars and of the +black enormous waves that hoped to clasp my bones within them - the +vengeance of all the indifferent, horrendous majesty of the night ocean. + + + + +Something of the darkness and restlessness of the sea had penetrated my heart, +so that I hved in an unreasoning, unperceiving torment; a torment none the less +acute because of the subtlety of its origin and the strange, unmotivated quality of +its vampiric existence. Before my eyes lay the phantasmagoria of the purpling +clouds, the strange silver bauble, the recurrent stagnant foam, the loneliness of +that bleak-eyed house, and the mockery of the puppet town. I no longer went to +the village, for it seemed only a travesty of life. Like my own soul, it stood upon +a dark enveloping sea - a sea grown slowly hateful to me. And among these +images, corrupt and festering, dwelt that of an object whose human contours left +ever smaller the doubt of what it once had been. + +These scribbled words can never tell of the hideous loneliness (something I did +not even wish assuaged, so deeply was it embedded in my heart) which had +insinuated itself within me, mumbling of terrible and unknown things stealthily +circling nearer. It was not a madness: rather was it a too clear and naked +perception of the darkness beyond this frail existence, lit by a momentary sun no +more secure than ourselves; a realization of futility that few can experience and +ever again touch the life about them; a knowledge that turn as I might, battle as I +might with all the remaining power of my spirit, I could neither win an inch of +ground from the inimical universe, nor hold for even a moment the life entrusted +to me. Fearing death as I did life, burdened with a nameless dread, yet unwilling +to leave the scene evoking it, I awaited whatever consummating horror was +shifting itself in the immense region beyond the walls of consciousness. + +Thus autumn found me, and what I had gained from the sea was lost back into it. +Autumn on the beaches - a drear time betokened by no scarlet leaf nor any other +accustomed sign. A frightening sea which changes not, though man changes. +There was only a chilling of the waters, in which I no longer cared to enter - a +further darkening of the pall-like sky, as if eternities of snow were waiting to +descend upon the ghastly waves. Once that descent began, it would never cease, +but would continue beneath the white and the yellow and the crimson sun, and +beneath that ultimate small ruby which shall yield only to the futilities of night. +The once friendly waters babbled meaningfully at me, and eyed me with a +strange regard, yet whether the darkness of the scene were a reflection of my +own breedings or whether the gloom within me were caused by what lay +without, I could not have told. Upon the beach and me alike had fallen a shadow, +like that of a bird which flies silently overhead - a bird whose watching eyes we +do not suspect till the image on the ground repeats the image in the sky, and we +look suddenly upward to find that something has been circling above us hitherto +unseen. + +The day was in late September, and the town had closed the resorts where mad +frivolity ruled empty, fear- haunted lives, and where raddled puppets performed + + + + +their summer antics. The puppets were cast aside, smeared with the painted +smiles and frowns they had last assumed, and there were not a hundred people +left in the town. Again the gaudy, stucco-fronted buildings lining the shore were +permitted to crumble undisturbed in the wind. As the month advanced to the +day of which I speak, there grew in me the light of a grey infernal dawn, wherein +I felt some dark thaumaturgy would be completed. Since I feared such a +thaumaturgy less than a continuance of my horrible suspicions -less than the +too-elusive hints of something monstrous lurking behind the great stage - it was +with more speculation than actual fear that I waited unendingly for the day of +horror which seemed to be nearing. The day, I repeat, was late in September, +though whether the 22nd or 23rd I am uncertain. Such details have fled before +the recollection of those uncompleted happenings - episodes with which no +orderly existence should be plagued, because of the damnable suggestions (and +only suggestions) they contain. I knew the time with an intuitive distress of spirit +- a recognition too deep for me to explain. Throughout those daylight hours I +was expectant of the night; impatient, perhaps, so that the sunlight passed like a +half-glimpsed reflection in rippled water - a day of whose events I recall nothing. + +It was long since that portentous storm had cast a shadow over the beach, and I +had determined, after hesitations caused by nothing tangible, to leave EUston, +since the year was chilling and there was no return to my earlier contentment. +When a telegram came for me (lying two days in the Western Union office before +I was located, so little was my name known) saying that my design had been +accepted - winning above all others in the contest - 1 set a date for leaving. This +news, which earlier in the year would have affected me strongly, I now received +with a curious apathy. It seemed as unrelated to the unreality about me, as little +pertinent to me, as if it were directed to another person whom I did not know, +and whose message had come to me through some accident. None the less, it was +that which forced me to complete my plans and leave the cottage by the shore. + +There were only four nights of my stay remaining when there occurred the last of +those events whose meaning lies more in the darkly sinister impression +surrounding them than in anything obviously threatening. Night had settled +over Ellston and the coast, and a pile of soiled dishes attested both to my recent +meal and to my lack of industry. Darkness came as I sat with a cigarette before +the seaward window, and it was a liquid which gradually filled the sky, washing +in a floating moon, monstrously elevated. The flat sea bordering upon the +gleaming sand, the utter absence of tree or figure or life of any sort, and the +regard of that high moon made the vastness of my surroundings abruptly clear. +There were only a few stars pricking through, as if to accentuate by their +smallness the majesty of the lunar orb and of the restless shifting tide. + + + + +I had stayed indoors, fearing somehow to go out before the sea on such a night of +shapeless portent, but I heard it mumbhng secrets of an incredible lore. Borne to +me on a wind out of nowhere was the breath of some strange palpitant life - the +embodiment of all I had felt and of all I had suspected - stirring now in the +chasms of the sky or beneath the mute waves. In what place this mystery turned +from an ancient, horrible slumber I could not tell, but like one who stands by a +figure lost in sleep, knowing that it will awake in a moment, I crouched by the +window, holding a nearly burnt-out cigarette, and faced the rising moon. + +Gradually there passed into that never-stirring landscape a brilliance intensified +by the overhead glimmerings, and I seemed more and more under some +compulsion to watch whatever might follow. The shadows were draining from +the beach, and I felt that with them were all which might have been a harbour for +my thoughts when the hinted thing should come. Where any of them did remain +they were ebon and blank: still lumps of darkness sprawling beneath the cruel +brilliant rays. The endless tableau of the lunar orb - dead now, whatever her past +was, and cold as the unhuman sepulchres she bears amid the ruin of dusty +centuries older than men - and the sea - astir, perhaps, with some unkenned life, +some forbidden sentience - confronted me with a horrible vividness. I arose and +shut the window; partly because of an inward prompting, but mostly, I think, as +an excuse for transferring momentarily the stream of thought. No sound came to +me now as I stood before the closed panes. Minutes or eternities were alike. I was +waiting, like my own fearing heart and the motionless scene beyond, for the +token of some ineffable life. I had set the lamp upon a box in the western corner +of the room, but the moon was brighter, and her bluish rays invaded places +where the lamplight was faint. The ancient glow of the round silent orb lay upon +the beach as it had lain for aeons, and I waited in a torment of expectancy made +doubly acute by the delay in fulfillment and the uncertainty of what strange +completion was to come. + +Outside the crouching hut a white illumination suggested vague spectral forms +whose unreal, phantasmal motions seemed to taunt my blindness, just as +unheard voices mocked my eager listening. For countless moments I was still, as +if Time and the tolling of her great bell were hushed into nothingness. And yet +there was nothing which I might fear: the moon-chiselled shadows were +unnatural in no contour, and veiled nothing from my eyes. The night was silent - +I knew that despite my closed window - and all the stars were fixed mournfully +in a listening heaven of dark grandeur. No motion from me then, or word now, +could reveal my plight, or tell of the fear-racked brain imprisoned in flesh which +dared not break the silence, for all the torture it brought. As if expectant of death, +and assured that nothing could serve to banish the soul-peril I confronted I +crouched with a forgotten cigarette in my hand. A silent world gleamed beyond +the cheap, dirty windows, and in one corner of the room a pair of dirty oars. + + + + +placed there before my arrival, shared the vigil of my spirit. The lamp burned +endlessly, yielding a sick light hued like a corpse's flesh. Glancing at it now and +again for the desperate distraction it gave, I saw that many bubbles +unaccountably rose and vanished in the kerosene-filled base. Curiously enough, +there was no heat from the wick. And suddenly I became aware that the night as +a whole was neither warm nor cold, but strangely neutral - as if all physical +forces were suspended, and all the laws of a calm existence disrupted. + +Then, with an unheard splash which sent from the silver water to the shore a line +of ripples echoed in fear by my heart, a swimming thing emerged beyond the +breakers. The figure may have been that of a dog, a human being, or something +more strange. It could not have known that I watched - perhaps it did not care - +but like a distorted fish it swam across the mirrored stars and dived beneath the +surface. After a moment it came up again, and this time, since it was closer, I saw +that it was carrying something across its shoulder. I knew, then, that it could be +no animal, and that it was a man or something like a man, which came toward +the land from a dark ocean. But it swam with a horrible ease. + +As I watched, dread-filled and passive, with the fixed stare of one who awaits +death in another yet knows he cannot avert it, the swimmer approached the +shore - though too far down the southward beach for me to discern its outlines or +features. Obscurely loping, with sparks of moonlit foam scattered by its quick +gait, it emerged and was lost among the inland dunes. + +Now I was possessed by a sudden recurrence of fear, which had died away in the +previous moments. There was a tingling coldness all over me - though the room, +whose window I dared not open now, was stuffy. I thought it would be very +horrible if something were to enter a window which was not closed. + +Now that I could no longer see the figure, I felt that it lingered somewhere in the +close shadows, or peered hideously at me from whatever window I did not +watch. And so I turned my gaze, eagerly and frantically, to each successive pane; +dreading that I might indeed behold an intrusive regarding face, yet unable to +keep myself from the terrifying inspection. But though I watched for hours, there +was no longer anything upon the beach. + +So the night passed, and with it began the ebbing of that strangeness - a +strangeness which had surged up like an evil brew within a pot, had mounted to +the very rim in a breathless moment, had paused uncertainly there, and had +subsided, taking with it whatever unknown message it had borne. Like the stars +that promise the revelation of terrible and glorious memories, goad us into +worship by this deception, and then impart nothing, I had come frighteningly +near to the capture of an old secret which ventured close to man's haunts and + + + + +lurked cautiously just beyond the edge of the known. Yet in the end I had +nothing. I was given only a glimpse of the furtive thing; a glimpse made obscure +by the veils of ignorance. I cannot even conceive what might have shown itself +had I been too close to that swimmer who went shoreward instead of into the +ocean. I do not know what might have come if the brew had passed the rim of +the pot and poured outward in a swift cascade of revelation. The night ocean +withheld whatever it had nurtured. I shall know nothing more. + +Even yet I do not know why the ocean holds such a fascination for me. But then, +perhaps none of us can solve those things - they exist in defiance of all +explanation. There are men, and wise men, who do not like the sea and its +lapping surf on yellow shores; and they think us strange who love the mystery of +the ancient and unending deep. Yet for me there is a haunting and inscrutable +glamour in all the ocean's moods. It is in the melancholy silver foam beneath the +moon's waxen corpse; it hovers over the silent and eternal waves that beat on +naked shores; it is there when all is lifeless save for unknown shapes that glide +through sombre depths. And when I behold the awesome billows surging in +endless strength, there comes upon me an ecstasy akin to fear; so that I must +abase myself before this mightiness, that I may not hate the clotted waters and +their overwhelming beauty. + +Vast and lonely is the ocean, and even as all things came from it, so shall they +return thereto. In the shrouded depths of time none shall reign upon the earth, +nor shall any motion be, save in the eternal waters. And these shall beat on dark +shores in thunderous foam, though none shall remain in that dying world to +watch the cold light of the enfeebled moon playing on the swirling tides and +coarse-grained sand. On the deep's margin shall rest only a stagnant foam, +gathering about the shells and bones of perished shapes that dwelt within the +waters. Silent, flabby things will toss and roll along empty shores, their sluggish +life extinct. Then all shall be dark, for at last even the white moon on the distant +waves shall wink out. Nothing shall be left, neither above nor below the sombre +waters. And until that last millennium, and beyond the perishing of all other +things, the sea will thunder and toss throughout the dismal night. + + + + +The Thing in the Moonlight - with J. +Chapman Miske + +Written November 24, 1927 + +The following is based, in places word for word, on a letter Lovecraft wrote to +Donald Wandrei on November 24, 1927. The first three and last five paragraphs +were added by J. Chapman Miske; the remainder is almost verbatim Lovecraft. + +In the letter, Lovecraft reveals that his "dreams occasionally approach'd the +phantastical in character, tho' falling somewhat short of coherence." Many of his +stories were inspired by dreams. + +Morgan is not a literary man; in fact he cannot speak English with any degree of +coherency. That is what makes me wonder about the words he wrote, though +others have laughed. + +He was alone the evening it happened. Suddenly an unconquerable urge to write +came over him, and taking pen in hand he wrote the following: + +My name is Howard Phillips. I live at 66 College Street, in Providence, Rhode +Island. On November 24, 1927-for I know not even what the year may be now-, I +fell asleep and dreamed, since when I have been unable to awaken. + +My dream began in a dank, reed-choked marsh that lay under a gray autumn +sky, with a rugged cliff of lichen-crusted stone rising to the north. Impelled by +some obscure quest, I ascended a rift or cleft in this beetling precipice, noting as I +did so the black mouths of many fearsome burrows extending from both walls +into the depths of the stony plateau. + +At several points the passage was roofed over by the choking of the upper parts +of the narrow fissure; these places being exceeding dark, and forbidding the +perception of such burrows as may have existed there. In one such dark space I +felt conscious of a singular accession of fright, as if some subtle and bodiless +emanation from the abyss were engulfing my spirit; but the blackness was too +great for me to perceive the source of my alarm. + +At length I emerged upon a tableland of moss-grown rock and scanty soil, lit by +a faint moonlight which had replaced the expiring orb of day. Casting my eyes +about, I beheld no living object; but was sensible of a very peculiar stirring far +below me, amongst the whispering rushes of the pestilential swamp I had lately +quitted. + + + + +After walking for some distance, I encountered the rusty tracks of a street +railway, and the worm-eaten poles which still held the limp and sagging trolley +wire. Following this line, I soon came upon a yellow, vestibuled car numbered +1852-of a plain, double-trucked type common from 1900 to 1910. It was +untenanted, but evidently ready to start; the trolley being on the wire and the air- +brake now and then throbbing beneath the floor. I boarded it and looked vainly +about for the light switch-noting as I did so the absence of the controller handle, +which thus implied the brief absence of the motorman. Then I sat down in one of +the cross seats of the vehicle. Presently I heard a swishing in the sparse grass +toward the left, and saw the dark forms of two men looming up in the +moonlight. They had the regulation caps of a railway company, and I could not +doubt but that they were conductor and motorman. Then one of them sniffed +with singular sharpness, and raised his face to howl to the moon. The other +dropped on all fours to run toward the car. + +I leaped up at once and raced madly out of that car and across endless leagues of +plateau till exhaustion forced me to stop-doing this not because the conductor +had dropped on all fours, but because the face of the motorman was a mere +white cone tapering to one blood- red- tentacle. . . + +I was aware that I only dreamed, but the very awareness was not pleasant. Since +that fearful night, I have prayed only for awakening-it has not come! + +Instead I have found myself an inhabitant of this terrible dream-world! That first +night gave way to dawn, and I wandered aimlessly over the lonely swamp-lands. +When night came, I still wandered, hoping for awakening. But suddenly I parted +the weeds and saw before me the ancient railway car-and to one side a cone- +faced thing lifted its head and in the streaming moonlight howled strangely! + +It has been the same each day. Night takes me always to that place of horror. I +have tried not moving, with the coming of nightfall, but I must walk in my +slumber, for always I awaken with the thing of dread howling before me in the +pale moonlight, and I turn and flee madly. + +God! when will I awaken? + +That is what Morgan wrote. I would go to 66 College Street in Providence, but I +fear for what I might find there. + + + + +The Trap - with Henry S. Whitehead + +Written late 1931 + +It was on a certain Thursday morning in December that the whole thing began +with that unaccountable motion I thought I saw in my antique Copenhagen +mirror. Something, it seemed to me, stirred - something reflected in the glass, +though I was alone in my quarters. I paused and looked intently, then, deciding +that the effect must be a pure illusion, resumed the interrupted brushing of my +hair. + +I had discovered the old mirror, covered with dust and cobwebs, in an +outbuilding of an abandoned estate- house in Santa Cruz's sparsely settled +Northside territory, and had brought it to the United States from the Virgin +Islands. The venerable glass was dim from more than two hundred years' +exposure to a tropical climate, and the graceful ornamentation along the top of +the gilt frame had been badly smashed. I had had the detached pieces set back +into the frame before placing it in storage with my other belongings. + +Now, several years later, I was staying half as a guest and half as a tutor at the +private school of my old friend Browne on a windy Connecticut hillside - +occupying an unused wing in one of the dormitories, where I had two rooms and +a hallway to myself. The old mirror, stowed securely in mattresses, was the first +of my possessions to be unpacked on my arrival; and I had set it up majestically +in the living-room, on top of an old rosewood console which had belonged to my +great-grandmother. + +The door of my bedroom was just opposite that of the living-room, with a +hallway between; and I had noticed that by looking into my chiffonier glass I +could see the larger mirror through the two doorways - which was exactly like +glancing down an endless, though diminishing, corridor. On this Thursday +morning I thought I saw a curious suggestion of motion down that normally +empty corridor - but, as I have said, soon dismissed the notion. + +When I reached the dining-room I found everyone complaining of the cold, and +learned that the school's heating-plant was temporarily out of order. Being +especially sensitive to low temperatures, I was myself an acute sufferer; and at +once decided not to brave any freezing schoolroom that day. Accordingly I +invited my class to come over to my living-room for an informal session around +my grate-fire - a suggestion which the boys received enthusiastically. + + + + +After the session one of the boys, Robert Grandison, asked if he might remain; +since he had no appointment for the second morning period. I told him to stay, +and welcome. He sat down to study in front of the fireplace in a comfortable +chair. + +It was not long, however, before Robert moved to another chair somewhat +farther away from the freshly replenished blaze, this change bringing him +directly opposite the old mirror. From my own chair in another part of the room +I noticed how fixedly he began to look at the dim, cloudy glass, and, wondering +what so greatly interested him, was reminded of my own experience earlier that +morning. As time passed he continued to gaze, a slight frown knitting his brows. + +At last I quietly asked him what had attracted his attention. Slowly, and still +wearing the puzzled frown, he looked over and replied rather cautiously: + +"It's the corrugations in the glass - or whatever they are, Mr. Canevin. I was +noticing how they all seem to run from a certain point. Look - I'll show you what +I mean." + +The boy jumped up, went over to the mirror, and placed his finger on a point +near its lower left-hand corner. + +"It's right here, sir," he explained, turning to look toward me and keeping his +finger on the chosen spot. + +His muscular action in turning may have pressed his finger against the glass. +Suddenly he withdrew his hand as though with some slight effort, and with a +faintly muttered "Ouch." Then he looked at the glass in obvious mystification. + +"What happened?" I asked, rising and approaching. + +"Why - it..." He seemed embarrassed. "It - I - felt - well, as though it were +pulling my finger into it. Seems - er - perfectly foolish, sir, but - well - it was a +most peculiar sensation." Robert had an unusual vocabulary for his fifteen years. + +I came over and had him show me the exact spot he meant. + +"You'll think I'm rather a fool, sir," he said shamefacedly, "but - well, from right +here I can't be absolutely sure. From the chair it seemed to be clear enough." + +Now thoroughly interested, I sat down in the chair Robert had occupied and +looked at the spot he selected on the mirror. Instantly the thing "jumped out at +me." Unmistakably, from that particular angle, all the many whorls in the + + + + +ancient glass appeared to converge like a large number of spread strings held in +one hand and radiating out in streams. + +Getting up and crossing to the mirror, I could no longer see the curious spot. +Only from certain angles, apparently, was it visible. Directly viewed, that portion +of the mirror did not even give back a normal reflection - for I could not see my +face in it. Manifestly I had a minor puzzle on my hands. + +Presently the school gong sounded, and the fascinated Robert Grandison +departed hurriedly, leaving me alone with my odd little problem in optics. I +raised several window-shades, crossed the hallway, and sought for the spot in +the chiffonier mirror's reflection. Finding it readily, I looked very intently and +thought I again detected something of the "motion." I craned my neck, and at +last, at a certain angle of vision, the thing again "jumped out at me." + +The vague "motion" was now positive and definite - an appearance of torsional +movement, or of whirling; much like a minute yet intense whirlwind or +waterspout, or a huddle of autumn leaves dancing circularly in an eddy of wind +along a level lawn. It was, like the earth's, a double motion - around and around, +and at the same time inward, as if the whorls poured themselves endlessly +toward some point inside the glass. Fascinated, yet realizing that the thing must +be an illusion, I grasped an impression of quite distinct suction, and thought of +Robert's embarrassed explanation: "I felt as though it were pulling my finger +into it." + +A kind of slight chill ran suddenly up and down my backbone. There was +something here distinctly worth looking into. And as the idea of investigation +came to me, I recalled the rather wistful expression of Robert Grandison when +the gong called him to class. I remembered how he had looked back over his +shoulder as he walked obediently out into the hallway, and resolved that he +should be included in whatever analysis I might make of this little mystery. + +Exciting events connected with that same Robert, however, were soon to chase +all thoughts of the mirror from my consciousness for a time. I was away all that +afternoon, and did not return to the school until the five-fifteen "Call-Over" - a +general assembly at which the boys' attendance was compulsory. Dropping in at +this function with the idea of picking Robert up for a session with the mirror, I +was astonished and pained to find him absent - a very unusual and +unaccountable thing in his case. That evening Browne told me that the boy had +actually disappeared, a search in his room, in the gymnasium, and in all other +accustomed places being unavailing, though all his belongings - including his +outdoor clothing - were in their proper places. + + + + +He had not been encountered on the ice or with any of the hiking groups that +afternoon, and telephone calls to all the school-catering merchants of the +neighborhood were in vain. There was, in short, no record of his having been +seen since the end of the lesson periods at two-fifteen; when he had turned up +the stairs toward his room in Dormitory Number Three. + +When the disappearance was fully realized, the resulting sensation was +tremendous throughout the school. Browne, as headmaster, had to bear the +brunt of it; and such an unprecedented occurrence in his well- regulated, highly +organized institution left him quite bewildered. It was learned that Robert had +not run away to his home in western Pennsylvania, nor did any of the searching- +parties of boys and masters find any trace of him in the snowy countryside +around the school. So far as could be seen, he had simply vanished. + +Robert's parents arrived on the afternoon of the second day after his +disappearance. They took their trouble quietly, though, of course, they were +staggered by this unexpected disaster. Browne looked ten years older for it, but +there was absolutely nothing that could be done. By the fourth day the case had +settled down in the opinion of the school as an insoluble mystery. Mr. and Mrs. +Grandison went reluctantly back to their home, and on the following morning +the ten days' Christmas vacation began. + +Boys and masters departed in anything but the usual holiday spirit; and Browne +and his wife were left, along with the servants, as my only fellow-occupants of +the big place. Without the masters and boys it seemed a very hollow shell +indeed. + +That afternoon I sat in front of my grate-fire thinking about Robert's +disappearance and evolving all sorts of fantastic theories to account for it. By +evening I had acquired a bad headache, and ate a light supper accordingly. Then, +after a brisk walk around the massed buildings, I returned to my living-room +and took up the burden of thought once more. + +A little after ten o'clock I awakened in my armchair, stiff and chilled, from a doze +during which I had let the fire go out. I was physically uncomfortable, yet +mentally aroused by a peculiar sensation of expectancy and possible hope. Of +course it had to do with the problem that was harassing me. For I had started +from that inadvertent nap with a curious, persistent idea - the odd idea that a +tenuous, hardly recognizable Robert Grandison had been trying desperately to +communicate with me. I finally went to bed with one conviction unreasoningly +strong in my mind. Somehow I was sure that young Robert Grandison was still +alive. + + + + +That I should be receptive of such a notion will not seem strange to those who +know my long residence in the West Indies and my close contact with +unexplained happenings there. It will not seem strange, either, that I fell asleep +with an urgent desire to establish some sort of mental communication with the +missing boy. Even the most prosaic scientists affirm, with Freud, Jung, and +Adler, that the subconscious mind is most open to external impressions in sleep; +though such impressions are seldom carried over intact into the waking state. + +Going a step further and granting the existence of telepathic forces, it follows +that such forces must act most strongly on a sleeper; so that if I were ever to get a +definite message from Robert, it would be during a period of profoundest +slumber. Of course, I might lose the message in waking; but my aptitude for +retaining such things has been sharpened by types of mental discipline picked up +in various obscure corners of the globe. + +I must have dropped asleep instantaneously, and from the vividness of my +dreams and the absence of wakeful intervals I judge that my sleep was a very +deep one. It was six-forty-five when I awakened, and there still lingered with me +certain impressions which I knew were carried over from the world of somnolent +cerebration. Filling my mind was the vision of Robert Grandison strangely +transformed to a boy of a dull greenish dark-blue color; Robert desperately +endeavoring to communicate with me by means of speech, yet finding some +almost insuperable difficulty in so doing. A wall of curious spatial separation +seemed to stand between him and me - a mysterious, invisible wall which +completely baffled us both. + +I had seen Robert as though at some distance, yet queerly enough he seemed at +the same time to be just beside me. He was both larger and smaller than in real +life, his apparent size varying directly, instead of inversely, with the distance as +he advanced and retreated in the course of conversation. That is, he grew larger +instead of smaller to my eye when he stepped away or backwards, and vice +versa; as if the laws of perspective in his case had been wholly reversed. His +aspect was misty and uncertain - as if he lacked sharp or permanent outlines; and +the anomalies of his coloring and clothing baffled me utterly at first. + +At some point in my dream Robert's vocal efforts had finally crystallized into +audible speech - albeit speech of an abnormal thickness and dullness. I could not +for a time understand anything he said, and even in the dream racked my brain +for a clue to where he was, what he wanted to tell, and why his utterance was so +clumsy and unintelligible. Then little by little I began to distinguish words and +phrases, the very first of which sufficed to throw my dreaming self into the +wildest excitement and to establish a certain mental connection which had + + + + +previously refused to take conscious form because of the utter incredibility of +what it implied. + +I do not know how long I listened to those halting words amidst my deep +slumber, but hours must have passed while the strangely remote speaker +struggled on with his tale. There was revealed to me such a circumstance as I +cannot hope to make others believe without the strongest corroborative evidence, +yet which I was quite ready to accept as truth - both in the dream and after +waking - because of my former contacts with uncanny things. The boy was +obviously watching my face - mobile in receptive sleep - as he choked along; for +about the time I began to comprehend him, his own expression brightened and +gave signs of gratitude and hope. + +Any attempt to hint at Robert's message, as it lingered in my ears after a sudden +awakening in the cold, brings this narrative to a point where I must choose my +words with the greatest care. Everything involved is so difficult to record that +one tends to flounder helplessly. I have said that the revelation established in my +mind a certain connection which reason had not allowed me to formulate +consciously before. This connection, I need no longer hesitate to hint, had to do +with the old Copenhagen mirror whose suggestions of motion had so impressed +me on the morning of the disappearance, and whose whorl-like contours and +apparent illusions of suction had later exerted such a disquieting fascination on +both Robert and me. + +Resolutely, though my outer consciousness had previously rejected what my +intuition would have liked to imply, it could reject that stupendous conception +no longer. What was fantasy in the tale of "Alice" now came to me as a grave and +immediate reality. That looking-glass had indeed possessed a malign, abnormal +suction; and the struggling speaker in my dream made clear the extent to which +it violated all the known precedents of human experience and all the age-old +laws of our three sane dimensions. It was more than a mirror - it was a gate; a +trap; a link with spatial recesses not meant for the denizens of our visible +universe, and realizable only in terms of the most intricate non-Euclidean +mathematics. And in some outrageous fashion Robert Grandison had passed out +of our ken into the glass and was there immured, waiting for release. + +It is significant that upon awakening I harbored no genuine doubt of the reality +of the revelation. That I had actually held conversation with a transdimensional +Robert, rather than evoked the whole episode from my broodings about his +disappearance and about the old illusions of the mirror, was as certain to my +utmost instincts as any of the instinctive certainties commonly recognized as +valid. + + + + +The tale thus unfolded to me was of the most incredibly bizarre character. As +had been clear on the morning of his disappearance, Robert was intensely +fascinated by the ancient mirror. All through the hours of school, he had it in +mind to come back to my living-room and examine it further. When he did +arrive, after the close of the school day, it was somewhat later than two-twenty, +and I was absent in town. Finding me out and knowing that I would not mind, +he had come into my living-room and gone straight to the mirror; standing +before it and studying the place where, as we had noted, the whorls appeared to +converge. + +Then, quite suddenly, there had come to him an overpowering urge to place his +hand upon this whorl- center. Almost reluctantly, against his better judgment, he +had done so; and upon making the contact had felt at once the strange, almost +painful suction which had perplexed him that morning. Immediately thereafter - +quite without warning, but with a wrench which seemed to twist and tear every +bone and muscle in his body and to bulge and press and cut at every nerve - he +had been abruptly drawn through and found himself inside. + +Once through, the excruciatingly painful stress upon his entire system was +suddenly released. He felt, he said, as though he had just been born - a feeling +that made itself evident every time he tried to do anything; walk, stoop, turn his +head, or utter speech. Everything about his body seemed a misfit. + +These sensations wore off after a long while, Robert's body becoming an +organized whole rather than a number of protesting parts. Of all the forms of +expression, speech remained the most difficult; doubtless because it is +complicated, bringing into play a number of different organs, muscles, and +tendons. Robert's feet, on the other hand, were the first members to adjust +themselves to the new conditions within the glass. + +During the morning hours I rehearsed the whole reason-defying problem; +correlating everything I had seen and heard, dismissing the natural scepticism of +a man of sense, and scheming to devise possible plans for Robert's release from +his incredible prison. As I did so a number of originally perplexing points +became clear - or at least, clearer - to me. + +There was, for example, the matter of Robert's coloring. His face and hands, as I +have indicated, were a kind of dull greenish dark-blue; and I may add that his +familiar blue Norfolk jacket had turned to a pale lemon-yellow while his trousers +remained a neutral gray as before. Reflecting on this after waking, I found the +circumstance closely allied to the reversal of perspective which made Robert +seem to grow larger when receding and smaller when approaching. Here, too, +was a physical reversal - for every detail of his coloring in the unknown + + + + +dimension was the exact reverse or complement of the corresponding color detail +in normal life. In physics the typical complementary colors are blue and yellow, +and red and green. These pairs are opposites, and when mixed yield gray. +Robert's natural color was a pinkish-buff, the opposite of which is the greenish- +blue I saw. His blue coat had become yellow, while the gray trousers remained +gray. This latter point baffled me until I remembered that gray is itself a mixture +of opposites. There is no opposite for gray - or rather, it is its own opposite. + +Another clarified point was that pertaining to Robert's curiously dulled and +thickened speech - as well as to the general awkwardness and sense of misfit +bodily parts of which he complained. This, at the outset, was a puzzle indeed; +though after long thought the clue occurred to me. Here again was the same +reversal which affected perspective and coloration. Anyone in the fourth +dimension must necessarily be reversed in just this way - hands and feet, as well +as colors and perspectives, being changed about. It would be the same with all +the other dual organs, such as nostrils, ears, and eyes. Thus Robert had been +talking with a reversed tongue, teeth, vocal cords, and kindred speech- +apparatus; so that his difficulties in utterance were little to be wondered at. + +As the morning wore on, my sense of the stark reality and maddening urgency of +the dream-disclosed situation increased rather than decreased. More and more I +felt that something must be done, yet realized that I could not seek advice or aid. +Such a story as mine - a conviction based upon mere dreaming - could not +conceivably bring me anything but ridicule or suspicions as to my mental state. +And what, indeed, could I do, aided or unaided, with as little working data as +my nocturnal impressions had provided? I must, I finally recognized, have more +information before I could even think of a possible plan for releasing Robert. This +could come only through the receptive conditions of sleep, and it heartened me +to reflect that according to every probability my telepathic contact would be +resumed the moment I fell into deep slumber again. + +I accomplished sleeping that afternoon, after a midday dinner at which, through +rigid self-control, I succeeded in concealing from Browne and his wife the +tumultuous thoughts that crashed through my mind. Hardly had my eyes closed +when a dim telepathic image began to appear; and I soon realized to my infinite +excitement that it was identical with what I had seen before. If anything, it was +more distinct; and when it began to speak I seemed able to grasp a greater +proportion of the words. + +During this sleep I found most of the morning's deductions confirmed, though +the interview was mysteriously cut off long prior to my awakening. Robert had +seemed apprehensive just before communication ceased, but had already told me +that in his strange fourth-dimensional prison colors and spatial relationships + + + + +were indeed reversed - black being white, distance increasing apparent size, and +so on. + +He had also intimated that, notwithstanding his possession of full physical form +and sensations, most human vital properties seemed curiously suspended. +Nutriment, for example, was quite unnecessary - a phenomenon really more +singular than the omnipresent reversal of objects and attributes, since the latter +was a reasonable and mathematically indicated state of things. Another +significant piece of information was that the only exit from the glass to the world +was the entrance-way, and that this was permanently barred and impenetrably +sealed, so far as egress was concerned. + +That night I had another visitation from Robert; nor did such impressions, +received at odd intervals while I slept receptively minded, cease during the +entire period of his incarceration. His efforts to communicate were desperate and +often pitiful; for at times the telepathic bond would weaken, while at other times +fatigue, excitement, or fear of interruption would hamper and thicken his speech. +I may as well narrate as a continuous whole all that Robert told me throughout +the whole series of transient mental contacts - perhaps supplementing it at +certain points with facts directly related after his release. The telepathic +information was fragmentary and often nearly inarticulate, but I studied it over +and over during the waking intervals of three intense days; classifying and +cogitating with feverish diligence, since it was all that I had to go upon if the boy +were to be brought back into our world. + +The fourth-dimensional region in which Robert found himself was not, as in +scientific romance, an unknown and infinite realm of strange sights and fantastic +denizens; but was rather a projection of certain limited parts of our own +terrestrial sphere within an alien and normally inaccessible aspect or direction of +space. It was a curiously fragmentary, intangible, and heterogeneous world - a +series of apparently dissociated scenes merging indistinctly one into the other; +their constituent details having an obviously different status from that of an +object drawn into the ancient mirror as Robert had been drawn. These scenes +were like dream-vistas or magic -lantern images - elusive visual impressions of +which the boy was not really a part, but which formed a sort of panoramic +background or ethereal environment against which or amidst which he moved. + +He could not touch any of the parts of these scenes - walls, trees, furniture, and +the like - but whether this was because they were truly non-material, or because +they always receded at his approach, he was singularly unable to determine. +Everything seemed fluid, mutable, and unreal. When he walked, it appeared to +be on whatever lower surface the visible scene might have - floor, path, +greensward, or such; but upon analysis he always found that the contact was an + + + + +illusion. There was never any difference in the resisting force met by his feet - +and by his hands when he would stoop experimentally - no matter what changes +of apparent surface might be involved. He could not describe this foundation or +limiting plane on which he walked as anything more definite than a virtually +abstract pressure balancing his gravity. Of definite tactile distinctiveness it had +none, and supplementing it there seemed to be a kind of restricted levitational +force which accomplished transfers of altitude. He could never actually climb +stairs, yet would gradually walk up from a lower level to a higher. + +Passage from one definite scene to another involved a sort of gliding through a +region of shadow or blurred focus where the details of each scene mingled +curiously. All the vistas were distinguished by the absence of transient objects, +and the indefinite or ambiguous appearance of such semi-transient objects as +furniture or details of vegetation. The lighting of every scene was diffuse and +perplexing, and of course the scheme of reversed colors - bright red grass, yellow +sky with confused black and gray cloud-forms, white tree-trunks, and green +brick walls - gave to everything an air of unbelievable grotesquerie. There was an +alteration of day and night, which turned out to be a reversal of the normal hours +of light and darkness at whatever point on the earth the mirror might be +hanging. + +This seemingly irrelevant diversity of the scenes puzzled Robert until he realized +that they comprised merely such places as had been reflected for long continuous +periods in the ancient glass. This also explained the odd absence of transient +objects, the generally arbitrary boundaries of vision, and the fact that all exteriors +were framed by the outlines of doorways or windows. The glass, it appeared, +had power to store up these intangible scenes through long exposure; though it +could never absorb anything corporeally, as Robert had been absorbed, except by +a very different and particular process. + +But - to me at least - the most incredible aspect of the mad phenomenon was the +monstrous subversion of our known laws of space involved in the relation of +various illusory scenes to the actual terrestrial regions represented. I have spoken +of the glass as storing up the images of these regions, but this is really an inexact +definition. In truth, each of the mirror scenes formed a true and quasi-permanent +fourth- dimensional projection of the corresponding mundane region; so that +whenever Robert moved to a certain part of a certain scene, as he moved into the +image of my room when sending his telepathic messages, he was actually in that +place itself, on earth - though under spatial conditions which cut off all sensory +communication, in either direction, between him and the present tri-dimensional +aspect of the place. + + + + +Theoretically speaking, a prisoner in the glass could in a few moments go +anywhere on our planet - into any place, that is, which had ever been reflected in +the mirror's surface. This probably applied even to places where the mirror had +not hung long enough to produce a clear illusory scene; the terrestrial region +being then represented by a zone of more or less formless shadow. Outside the +definite scenes was a seemingly limitless waste of neutral gray shadow about +which Robert could never be certain, and into which he never dared stray far lest +he become hopelessly lost to the real and mirror worlds alike. + +Among the earliest particulars which Robert gave, was the fact that he was not +alone in his confinement. Various others, all in antique garb, were in there with +him - a corpulent middle-aged gentleman with tied queue and velvet knee- +breeches who spoke English fluently though with a marked Scandinavian accent; +a rather beautiful small girl with very blonde hair which appeared a glossy dark +blue; two apparently mute Negroes whose features contrasted grotesquely with +the pallor of their reversed-colored skins; three young men; one young woman; a +very small child, almost an infant; and a lean, elderly Dane of extremely +distinctive aspect and a kind of half-malign intellectuality of countenance. + +This last-named individual - Axel Holm, who wore the satin small-clothes, +flared-skirted coat, and voluminous full-bottomed periwig of an age more than +two centuries in the past - was notable among the little band as being the one +responsible for the presence of them all. He it was who, skilled equally in the arts +of magic and glass working, had long ago fashioned this strange dimensional +prison in which himself, his slaves, and those whom he chose to invite or allure +thither were immured unchangingly for as long as the mirror might endure. + +Holm was born early in the seventeenth century, and had followed with +tremendous competence and success the trade of a glass-blower and molder in +Copenhagen. His glass, especially in the form of large drawing-room mirrors, +was always at a premium. But the same bold mind which had made him the first +glazier of Europe also served to carry his interests and ambitions far beyond the +sphere of mere material craftsmanship. He had studied the world around him, +and chafed at the limitations of human knowledge and capability. Eventually he +sought for dark ways to overcome those limitations, and gained more success +than is good for any mortal. He had aspired to enjoy something like eternity, the +mirror being his provision to secure this end. Serious study of the fourth +dimension was far from beginning with Einstein in our own era; and Holm, more +than erudite in all the methods of his day, knew that a bodily entrance into that +hidden phase of space would prevent him from dying in the ordinary physical +sense. Research showed him that the principle of reflection undoubtedly forms +the chief gate to all dimensions beyond our familiar three; and chance placed in +his hands a small and very ancient glass whose cryptic properties he believed he + + + + +could turn to advantage. Once "inside" this mirror according to the method he +had envisaged, he felt that "life" in the sense of form and consciousness would +go on virtually forever, provided the mirror could be preserved indefinitely from +breakage or deterioration. + +Holm made a magnificent mirror, such as would be prized and carefully +preserved; and in it deftly fused the strange whorl-configured relic he had +acquired. Having thus prepared his refuge and his trap, he began to plan his +mode of entrance and conditions of tenancy. He would have with him both +servitors and companions; and as an experimental beginning he sent before him +into the glass two dependable Negro slaves brought from the West Indies. What +his sensations must have been upon beholding this first concrete demonstration +of his theories, only imagination can conceive. + +Undoubtedly a man of his knowledge realized that absence from the outside +world, if deferred beyond the natural span of life of those within, must mean +instant dissolution at the first attempt to return to that world. But, barring that +misfortune or accidental breakage, those within would remain forever as they +were at the time of entrance. They would never grow old, and would need +neither food nor drink. + +To make his prison tolerable he sent ahead of him certain books and writing +materials, a chair and table of stoutest workmanship, and a few other accessories. +He knew that the images which the glass would reflect or absorb would not be +tangible, but would merely extend around him like a background of dream. His +own transition in 1687 was a momentous experience; and must have been +attended by mixed sensations of triumph and terror. Had anything gone wrong, +there were frightful possibilities of being lost in dark and inconceivable multiple +dimensions. + +For over fifty years he had been unable to secure any additions to the little +company of himself and slaves, but later on he had perfected his telepathic +method of visualizing small sections of the outside world close to the glass, and +attracting certain individuals in those areas through the mirror's strange +entrance. Thus Robert, influenced into a desire to press upon the "door," had +been lured within. Such visualizations depended wholly on telepathy, since no +one inside the mirror could see out into the world of men. + +It was, in truth, a strange life that Holm and his company had lived inside the +glass. Since the mirror had stood for fully a century with its face to the dusty +stone wall of the shed where I found it, Robert was the first being to enter this +limbo after all that interval. His arrival was a gala event, for he brought news of +the outside world which must have been of the most startling impressiveness to + + + + +the more thoughtful of those within. He, in his turn - young though he was - felt +overwhelmingly the weirdness of meeting and talking with persons who had +been alive in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. + +The deadly monotony of life for the prisoners can only be vaguely conjectured. +As mentioned, its extensive spatial variety was limited to localities which had +been reflected in the mirror for long periods; and many of these had become dim +and strange as tropical climates had made inroads on the surface. Certain +localities were bright and beautiful, and in these the company usually gathered. +But no scene could be fully satisfying; since the visible objects were all unreal +and intangible, and often of perplexingly indefinite outline. When the tedious +periods of darkness came, the general custom was to indulge in memories, +reflections, or conversations. Each one of that strange, pathetic group had +retained his or her personality unchanged and unchangeable, since becoming +immune to the time effects of outside space. + +The number of inanimate objects within the glass, aside from the clothing of the +prisoners, was very small; being largely limited to the accessories Holm had +provided for himself. The rest did without even furniture, since sleep and fatigue +had vanished along with most other vital attributes. Such inorganic things as +were present, seemed as exempt from decay as the living beings. The lower +forms of animal life were wholly absent. + +Robert derived most of his information from Herr Thiele, the gentleman who +spoke English with a Scandinavian accent. This portly Dane had taken a fancy to +him, and talked at considerable length. The others, too, had received him with +courtesy and goodwill; Holm himself, seeming well-disposed, had told him +about various matters including the door of the trap. + +The boy, as he told me later, was sensible enough never to attempt +communication with me when Holm was nearby. Twice, while thus engaged, he +had seen Holm appear; and had accordingly ceased at once. At no time could I +see the world behind the mirror's surface. Robert's visual image, which included +his bodily form and the clothing connected with it, was - like the aural image of +his halting voice and like his own visualization of myself - a case of purely +telepathic transmission; and did not involve true interdimensional sight. +However, had Robert been as trained a telepathist as Holm, he might have +transmitted a few strong images apart from his immediate person. + +Throughout this period of revelation I had, of course, been desperately trying to +devise a method for Robert's release. On the fourth day - the ninth after the +disappearance - I hit on a solution. Everything considered, my laboriously +formulated process was not a very complicated one; though I could not tell + + + + +beforehand how it would work, while the possibility of ruinous consequences in +case of a slip was appalling. This process depended, basically, on the fact that +there was no possible exit from inside the glass. If Holm and his prisoners were +permanently sealed in, then release must come wholly from outside. Other +considerations included the disposal of the other prisoners, if any survived, and +especially of Axel Holm. What Robert had told me of him was anything but +reassuring; and I certainly did not wish him loose in my apartment, free once +more to work his evil will upon the world. The telepathic messages had not +made fully clear the effect of liberation on those who had entered the glass so +long ago. + +There was, too, a final though minor problem in case of success - that of getting +Robert back into the routine of school life without having to explain the +incredible. In case of failure, it was highly inadvisable to have witnesses present +at the release operations - and lacking these, I simply could not attempt to relate +the actual facts if I should succeed. Even to me the reality seemed a mad one +whenever I let my mind turn from the data so compellingly presented in that +tense series of dreams. + +When I had thought these problems through as far as possible, I procured a large +magnifying-glass from the school laboratory and studied minutely every square +millimeter of that whorl-center which presumably marked the extent of the +original ancient mirror used by Holm. Even with this aid I could not quite trace +the exact boundary between the old area and the surface added by the Danish +wizard; but after a long study decided on a conjectural oval boundary which I +outlined very precisely with a soft blue pencil. I then made a trip to Stamford, +where I procured a heavy glass-cutting tool; for my primary idea was to remove +the ancient and magically potent mirror from its later setting. + +My next step was to figure out the best time of day to make the crucial +experiment. I finally settled on two-thirty a.m. - both because it was a good +season for uninterrupted work, and because it was the "opposite" of two-thirty +p.m., the probable moment at which Robert had entered the mirror. This form of +"oppositeness" may or may not have been relevant, but I knew at least that the +chosen hour was as good as any - and perhaps better than most. + +I finally set to work in the early morning of the eleventh day after the +disappearance, having drawn all the shades of my living-room and closed and +locked the door into the hallway. Following with breathless care the elliptical line +I had traced, I worked around the whorl-section with my steel-wheeled cutting +tool. The ancient glass, half an inch thick, crackled crisply under the firm, +uniform pressure; and upon completing the circuit I cut around it a second time, +crunching the roller more deeply into the glass. + + + + +Then, very carefully indeed, I lifted the heavy mirror down from its console and +leaned it face-inward against the wall; prying off two of the thin, narrow boards +nailed to the back. With equal caution I smartly tapped the cut-around space +with the heavy wooden handle of the glass-cutter. + +At the very first tap the whorl-containing section of glass dropped out on the +Bokhara rug beneath. I did not know what might happen, but was keyed up for +anything, and took a deep involuntary breath. I was on my knees for +convenience at the moment, with my face quite near the newly made aperture; +and as I breathed there poured into my nostrils a powerful dusty odor - a smell +not comparable to any other I have ever encountered. Then everything within +my range of vision suddenly turned to a dull gray before my failing eyesight as I +felt myself overpowered by an invisible force which robbed my muscles of their +power to function. + +I remember grasping weakly and futilely at the edge of the nearest window +drapery and feeling it rip loose from its fastening. Then I sank slowly to the floor +as the darkness of oblivion passed over me. + +When I regained consciousness I was lying on the Bokhara rug with my legs held +unaccountably up in the air. The room was full of that hideous and inexplicable +dusty smell - and as my eyes began to take in definite images I saw that Robert +Grandison stood in front of me. It was he - fully in the flesh and with his coloring +normal - who was holding my legs aloft to bring the blood back to my head as +the school's first-aid course had taught him to do with persons who had fainted. +For a moment I was struck mute by the stifling odor and by a bewilderment +which quickly merged into a sense of triumph. Then I found myself able to move +and speak collectedly. + +I raised a tentative hand and waved feebly at Robert. + +"All right, old man," I murmured, "you can let my legs down now. Many thanks. +I'm all right again, I think. It was the smell - I imagine - that got me. Open that +farthest window, please - wide - from the bottom. That's it - thanks. No - leave +the shade down the way it was." + +I struggled to my feet, my disturbed circulation adjusting itself in waves, and +stood upright hanging to the back of a big chair. I was still "groggy," but a blast +of fresh, bitterly cold air from the window revived me rapidly. I sat down in the +big chair and looked at Robert, now walking toward me. + +"First," I said hurriedly, "tell me, Robert - those others - Holm? What happened +to them, when I - opened the exit?" + + + + +Robert paused half-way across the room and looked at me very gravely. + +"I saw them fade away - into nothingness - Mr. Canevin/' he said with +solemnity; "and with them - everything. There isn't any more 'inside/ sir - thank +God, and you, sir!" + +And young Robert, at last yielding to the sustained strain which he had borne +through all those terrible eleven days, suddenly broke down like a little child and +began to weep hysterically in great, stifling, dry sobs. + +I picked him up and placed him gently on my davenport, threw a rug over him, +sat down by his side, and put a calming hand on his forehead. + +"Take it easy, old fellow," I said soothingly. + +The boy's sudden and very natural hysteria passed as quickly as it had come on +as I talked to him reassuringly about my plans for his quiet restoration to the +school. The interest of the situation and the need of concealing the incredible +truth beneath a rational explanation took hold of his imagination as I had +expected; and at last he sat up eagerly, telling the details of his release and +listening to the instructions I had thought out. He had, it seems, been in the +"projected area" of my bedroom when I opened the way back, and had emerged +in that actual room - hardly realizing that he was "out." Upon hearing a fall in +the living-room he had hastened thither, finding me on the rug in my fainting +spell. + +I need mention only briefly my method of restoring Robert in a seemingly +normal way - how I smuggled him out of the window in an old hat and sweater +of mine, took him down the road in my quietly started car, coached him carefully +in a tale I had devised, and returned to arouse Browne with the news of his +discovery. He had, I explained, been walking alone on the afternoon of his +disappearance; and had been offered a motor ride by two young men who, as a +joke and over his protests that he could go no farther than Stamford and back, +had begun to carry him past that town. Jumping from the car during a traffic +stop with the intention of hitch-hiking back before Call-Over, he had been hit by +another car just as the traffic was released - awakening ten days later in the +Greenwich home of the people who had hit him. On learning the date, I added, +he had immediately telephoned the school; and I, being the only one awake, had +answered the call and hurried after him in my car without stopping to notify +anyone. + +Browne, who at once telephoned to Robert's parents, accepted my story without +question; and forbore to interrogate the boy because of the latter's manifest + + + + +exhaustion. It was arranged that he should remain at the school for a rest, under +the expert care of Mrs. Browne, a former trained nurse. I naturally saw a good +deal of him during the remainder of the Christmas vacation, and was thus +enabled to fill in certain gaps in his fragmentary dream-story. + +Now and then we would almost doubt the actuality of what had occurred; +wondering whether we had not both shared some monstrous delusion born of +the mirror's glittering hypnotism, and whether the tale of the ride and accident +were not after all the real truth. But whenever we did so we would be brought +back to belief by some monstrous and haunting memory; with me, of Robert's +dream-figure and its thick voice and inverted colors; with him, of the whole +fantastic pageantry of ancient people and dead scenes that he had witnessed. +And then there was that joint recollection of that damnable dusty odor. . . . We +knew what it meant: the instant dissolution of those who had entered an alien +dimension a century and more ago. + +There are, in addition, at least two lines of rather more positive evidence; one of +which comes through my researches in Danish annals concerning the sorcerer. +Axel Holm. Such a person, indeed, left many traces in folklore and written +records; and diligent library sessions, plus conferences with various learned +Danes, have shed much more light on his evil fame. At present I need say only +that the Copenhagen glass-blower - born in 1612 - was a notorious Luciferian +whose pursuits and final vanishing formed a matter of awed debate over two +centuries ago. He had burned with a desire to know all things and to conquer +every limitation of mankind - to which end he had delved deeply into occult and +forbidden fields ever since he was a child. + +He was commonly held to have joined a coven of the dreaded witch-cult, and the +vast lore of ancient Scandinavian myth - with its Loki the Sly One and the +accursed Fenris-Wolf - was soon an open book to him. He had strange interests +and objectives, few of which were definitely known, but some of which were +recognized as intolerably evil. It is recorded that his two Negro helpers, +originally slaves from the Danish West Indies, had become mute soon after their +acquisition by him; and that they had disappeared not long before his own +disappearance from the ken of mankind. + +Near the close of an already long life the idea of a glass of immortality appears to +have entered his mind. That he had acquired an enchanted mirror of +inconceivable antiquity was a matter of common whispering; it being alleged +that he had purloined it from a fellow-sorcerer who had entrusted it to him for +polishing. + + + + +This mirror - according to popular tales a trophy as potent in its way as the +better-known Aegis of Minerva or Hammer of Thor - was a small oval object +called "Loki's Glass/' made of some polished fusible mineral and having magical +properties which included the divination of the immediate future and the power +to show the possessor his enemies. That it had deeper potential properties, +realizable in the hands of an erudite magician, none of the common people +doubted; and even educated persons attached much fearful importance to +Holm's rumored attempts to incorporate it in a larger glass of immortality. Then +had come the wizard's disappearance in 1687, and the final sale and dispersal of +his goods amidst a growing cloud of fantastic legendry. It was, altogether, just +such a story as one would laugh at if possessed of no particular key; yet to me, +remembering those dream messages and having Robert Grandison's +corroboration before me, it formed a positive confirmation of all the bewildering +marvels that had been unfolded. + +But as I have said, there is still another line of rather positive evidence - of a very +different character - at my disposal. Two days after his release, as Robert, greatly +improved in strength and appearance, was placing a log on my living-room fire, +I noticed a certain awkwardness in his motions and was struck by a persistent +idea. Summoning him to my desk I suddenly asked him to pick up an ink-stand - +and was scarcely surprised to note that, despite lifelong right-handedness, he +obeyed unconsciously with his left hand. Without alarming him, I then asked +that he unbutton his coat and let me listen to his cardiac action. What I found +upon placing my ear to his chest - and what I did not tell him for some time +afterward - was that his heart was beating on his right side. + +He had gone into the glass right-handed and with all organs in their normal +positions. Now he was left- handed and with organs reversed, and would +doubtless continue so for the rest of his life. Clearly, the dimensional transition +had been no illusion - for this physical change was tangible and unmistakable. +Had there been a natural exit from the glass, Robert would probably have +undergone a thorough re-reversal and emerged in perfect normality - as indeed +the color-scheme of his body and clothing did emerge. The forcible nature of his +release, however, undoubtedly set something awry; so that dimensions no longer +had a chance to right themselves as chromatic wave-frequencies still did. + +I had not merely opened Holm's trap; I had destroyed it; and at the particular +stage of destruction marked by Robert's escape some of the reversing properties +had perished. It is significant that in escaping Robert had felt no pain comparable +to that experienced in entering. Had the destruction been still more sudden, I +shiver to think of the monstrosities of color the boy would always have been +forced to bear. I may add that after discovering Robert's reversal I examined the +rumpled and discarded clothing he had worn in the glass, and found, as I had + + + + +expected, a complete reversal of pockets, buttons, and all other corresponding +details. + +At this moment Loki's Glass, just as it fell on my Bokhara rug from the now +patched and harmless mirror, weighs down a sheaf of papers on my writing- +table here in St. Thomas, venerable capital of the Danish West Indies - now the +American Virgin Islands. Various collectors of old Sandwich glass have mistaken +it for an odd bit of that early American product - but I privately realize that my +paper-weight is an antique of far subtler and more paleogean craftsmanship. +Still, I do not disillusion such enthusiasts. + + + + +The Tree On The Hill - with Duane W. +Ritnel + +Written 1934 + +Southeast of Hampden, near the tortuous Salmon River gorge, is a range of steep, +rocky hills which have defied all efforts of sturdy homesteaders. The canyons are +too deep and the slopes too precipitous to encourage anything save seasonal +livestock grazing. The last time I visited Hampden the region - known as Hell's +Acres - was part of the Blue Mountain Forest Reserve. There are no roads linking +this inaccessible locality with the outside world, and the hillfolk will tell you that +it is indeed a spot transplanted from his Satanic Majesty's front yard. There is a +local superstition that the area is haunted - but by what or by whom no one +seems to know. Natives will not venture within its mysterious depths, for they +believe the stories handed down to them by the Nez Perce Indians, who have +shunned the region for untold generations, because, according to them, it is a +playground of certain giant devils from the Outside. These suggestive tales made +me very curious. + +My first excursion - and my last, thank God! - into those hills occurred while +Constantine Theunis and I were living in Hampden the summer of 1938. He was +writing a treatise on Egyptian mythology, and I found myself alone much of the +time, despite the fact that we shared a modest cabin on Beacon Street, within +sight of the infamous Pirate House, built by Exer Jones over sixty years ago. + +The morning of June 23rd found me walking in those oddly shaped hills, which +had, since seven o'clock, seemed very ordinary indeed. I must have been about +seven miles south of Hampden before I noticed anything unusual. I was climbing +a grassy ridge overlooking a particularly deep canyon, when I came upon an +area totally devoid of the usual bunch-grass and greaseweed. It extended +southward, over numerous hills and valleys. At first I thought the spot had been +burned over the previous fall, but upon examining the turf, I found no signs of a +blaze. The nearby slopes and ravines looked terribly scarred and seared, as if +some gigantic torch had blasted them, wiping away all vegetation. And yet there +was no evidence of fire. . . + +I moved on over rich, black soil in which no grass flourished. As I headed for the +approximate center of this desolate area, I began to notice a strange silence. There +were no larks, no rabbits, and even the insects seemed to have deserted the place. +I gained the summit of a lofty knoll and tried to guess at the size of that bleak, +inexplicable region. Then I saw the lone tree. + + + + +It stood on a hill somewhat higher than its companions, and attracted the eye +because it was so utterly unexpected. I had seen no trees for miles: thorn and +hackberry bushes clustered the shallower ravines, but there had been no mature +trees. Strange to find one standing on the crest of the hill. + +I crossed two steep canyons before I came to it; and a surprise awaited me. It was +not a pine tree, nor a fir tree, nor a hackberry tree. I had never, in all my life, seen +one to compare with it - and I never have to this day, for which I am eternally +thankful! + +More than anything it resembled an oak. It had a huge, twisted trunk, fully a +yard in diameter, and the large limbs began spreading outward scarcely seven +feet from the ground. The leaves were round, and curiously alike in size and +design. It might have been a tree painted on a canvas, but I will swear that it was +real. I shall always know that it was real, despite what Theunis said later. + +I recall that I glanced at the sun and judged the time to be about ten o'clock a.m., +although I did not look at my watch. The day was becoming warm, and I sat for +a while in the welcome shade of the huge tree. Then I regarded the rank grass +that flourished beneath it - another singular phenomenon when I remembered +the bleak terrain through which I had passed. A wild maze of hills, ravines, and +bluffs hemmed me in on all sides, although the rise on which I sat was rather +higher than any other within miles. I looked far to the east - and I jumped to my +feet, startled and amazed. Shimmering through a blue haze of distance were the +Bitterroot Mountains! There is no other range of snow-capped peaks within three +hundred miles of Hampden; and I knew - at this altitude - that I shouldn't be +seeing them at all. For several minutes I gazed at the marvel; then I became +drowsy. I lay in the rank grass, beneath the tree. I unstrapped my camera, took +off my hat, and relaxed, staring skyward through the green leaves. I closed my +eyes. + +Then a curious phenomenon began to assail me - a vague, cloudy sort of vision - +glimpsing or day- dreaming seemingly without relevance to anything familiar. I +thought I saw a great temple by a sea of ooze, where three suns gleamed in a pale +red sky. The vast tomb, or temple, was an anomalous color - a nameless blue- +violet shade. Large beasts flew in the cloudy sky, and I seemed to hear the +pounding of their scaly wings. I went nearer the stone temple, and a huge +doorway loomed in front of me. Within that portal were swirling shadows that +seemed to dart and leer and try to snatch me inside that awful darkness. I +thought I saw three flaming eyes in the shifting void of a doorway, and I +screamed with mortal fear. In that noisome depth, I knew, lurked utter +destruction - a living hell even worse than death. I screamed again. The vision +faded. + + + + +I saw the round leaves and the sane earthly sky. I struggled to rise. I was +trembling; cold perspiration beaded my brow. I had a mad impulse to flee; run +insanely from that sinister tree on the hill - but I checked the absurd intuition and +sat down, trying to collect my senses. Never had I dreamed anything so realistic; +so horrifying. What had caused the vision? I had been reading several of +Theunis' tomes on ancient Egypt. ... I mopped my forehead, and decided that it +was time for lunch. But I did not feel like eating. + +Then I had an inspiration. I would take a few snapshots of the tree, for Theunis. +They might shock him out of his habitual air of unconcern. Perhaps I would tell +him about the dream. . . . Opening my camera, I took half a dozen shots of the +tree, and every aspect of the landscape as seen from the tree. Also, I included one +of the gleaming, snow-crested peaks. I might want to return, and these photos +would help. . . . + +Folding the camera, I returned to my cushion of soft grass. Had that spot beneath +the tree a certain alien enchantment? I know that I was reluctant to leave it. ... + +I gazed upward at the curious round leaves. I closed my eyes. A breeze stirred +the branches, and their whispered music lulled me into tranquil oblivion. And +suddenly I saw again the pale red sky and the three suns. The land of three +shadows! Again the great temple came into view. I seemed to be floating on the +air - a disembodied spirit exploring the wonders of a mad, multi-dimensional +world! The temple's oddly angled cornices frightened me, and I knew that this +place was one that no man on earth had ever seen in his wildest dreams. + +Again the vast doorway yawned before me; and I was sucked within that black, +writhing cloud. I seemed to be staring at space unlimited. I saw a void beyond +my vocabulary to describe; a dark, bottomless gulf teeming with nameless +shapes and entities - things of madness and delirium, as tenuous as a mist from +Shamballah. + +My soul shrank. I was terribly afraid. I screamed and screamed, and felt that I +would soon go mad. Then in my dream I ran and ran in a fever of utter terror, +but I did not know what I was running from. ... I left that hideous temple and +that hellish void, yet I knew I must, barring some miracle, return. . . . + +At last my eyes flew open. I was not beneath the tree. I was sprawled on a rocky +slope, my clothing torn and disordered. My hands were bleeding. I stood up, +pain stabbing through me. I recognized the spot - the ridge where I had first seen +the blasted area! I must have walked miles - unconscious! The tree was not in +sight, and I was glad. . . . Even the knees of my trousers were torn, as if I had +crawled part of the way. . . . + + + + +I glanced at the sun. Late afternoon! Where had I been? I snatched out my watch. +It had stopped at 10:34. + +II. + +"So you have the snapshots?" Theunis drawled. I met his gray eyes across the +breakfast table. Three days had slipped by since my return from Hell's Acres. I +had told him about the dream beneath the tree, and he had laughed. + +"Yes," I replied. "They came last night. Haven't had a chance to open them yet. +Give 'em a good, careful study - if they aren't all failures. Perhaps you'll change +your mind." + +Theunis smiled; sipped his coffee. I gave him the unopened envelope and he +quickly broke the seal and withdrew the pictures. He glanced at the first one, and +the smile faded from his leonine face. He crushed out his cigarette. + +"My God, man! Look at this!" + +I seized the glossy rectangle. It was the first picture of the tree, taken at a distance +of fifty feet or so. The cause of Theunis' excitement escaped me. There it was, +standing boldly on the hill, while below it grew the jungle of grass where I had +lain. In the distance were my snow-capped mountains! + +"There you are," I cried. "The proof of my story. . . " + +"Look at it!" Theunis snapped. "The shadows... there are three for every rock, +bush, and tree!" + +He was right... Below the tree, spread in fanlike incongruity, lay three +overlapping shadows. Suddenly I realized that the picture held an abnormal and +inconsistent element. The leaves on the thing were too lush for the work of sane +nature, while the trunk was bulged and knotted in the most abhorrent shapes. +Theunis dropped the picture on the table. + +"There is something wrong," I muttered. "The tree I saw didn't look as repulsive +as that... " + +"Are you sure?" Theunis grated. "The fact is, you may have seen many things +not recorded on this film." + +"It shows more than I saw!" + + + + +"That's the point. There is something damnably out of place in this landscape; +something I can't understand. The tree seems to suggest a thought - beyond my +grasp. ... It is too misty; too uncertain; too unreal to be natural!" He rapped +nervous fingers on the table. He snatched the remaining films and shuffled +through them, rapidly. + +I reached for the snapshot he had dropped, and sensed a touch of bizarre +uncertainty and strangeness as my eyes absorbed its every detail. The flowers +and weeds pointed at varying angles, while some of the grass grew in the most +bewildering fashion. The tree seemed too veiled and clouded to be readily +distinguished, but I noted the huge limbs and the half-bent flower stems that +were ready to fall over, yet did not fall. And the many, overlapping shadows. . . . +They were, altogether, very disquieting shadows - too long or short when +compared to the stems they fell below to give one a feeling of comfortable +normality. The landscape hadn't shocked me the day of my visit. . . . There was a +dark familiarity and mocking suggestion in it; something tangible, yet distant as +the stars beyond the galaxy. + +Theunis came back to earth. "Did you mention three suns in your dreaming +orgy?" + +I nodded, frankly puzzled. Then it dawned on me. My fingers trembled slightly +as I stared at the picture again. My dream! Of course. . . + +"The others are just like it," Theunis said. "That same uncertainness; that +suggestion. I should be able to catch the mood of the thing; see it in its real light, +but it is too. . . . Perhaps later I shall find out, if I look at it long enough." + +We sat in silence for some time. A thought came to me, suddenly, prompted by a +strange, inexplicable longing to visit the tree again. "Let's make an excursion. I +think I can take you there in half a day." + +"You'd better stay away," replied Theunis, thoughtfully. "I doubt if you could +find the place again if you wanted to." + +"Nonsense," I replied. "Surely, with these photos to guide us... " + +"Did you see any familiar landmarks in them?" + +His observation was uncanny. After looking through the remaining snaps +carefully, I had to admit that there were none. + + + + +Theunis muttered under his breath and drew viciously on his cigarette. "A +perfectly normal - or nearly so - picture of a spot apparently dropped from +nowhere. Seeing mountains at this low altitude is preposterous . . . but wait!" + +He sprang from the chair as a hunted animal and raced from the room. I could +hear him moving about in our makeshift library, cursing volubly. Before long he +reappeared with an old, leather-bound volume. Theunis opened it reverently, +and peered over the odd characters. + +"What do you call that?" I inquired. + +"This is an early English translation of the Chronicle of Nath, written by Rudolf +Yergler, a German mystic and alchemist who borrowed some of his lore from +Hermes Trismegistus, the ancient Egyptian sorcerer. There is a passage here that +might interest you - might make you understand why this business is even +further from the natural than you suspect. Listen." + +"So in the year of the Black Goat there came unto Nath a shadow that should not +be on Earth, and that had no form known to the eyes of Earth. And it fed on the +souls of men; they that it gnawed being lured and blinded with dreams till the +horror and the endless night lay upon them. Nor did they see that which gnawed +them; for the shadow took false shapes that men know or dream of, and only +freedom seemed waiting in the Land of the Three Suns. But it was told by priests +of the Old Book that he who could see the shadow's true shape, and live after the +seeing, might shun its doom and send it back to the starless gulf of its spawning. +This none could do save through the Gem; wherefore did Ka-Nefer the High- +Priest keep that gem sacred in the temple. And when it was lost with Phrenes, he +who braved the horror and was never seen more, there was weeping in Nath. Yet +did the Shadow depart sated at last, nor shall it hunger again till the cycles roll +back to the year of the Black Goat." + +Theunis paused while I stared, bewildered. Finally he spoke. "Now, Single, I +suppose you can guess how all this links up. There is no need of going deep into +the primal lore behind this business, but I may as well tell you that according to +the old legends this is the so-called 'Year of the Black Goat' - when certain +horrors from the fathomless Outside are supposed to visit the earth and do +infinite harm. We don't know how they'll be manifest, but there's reason to think +that strange mirages and hallucinations will be mixed up in the matter. I don't +like the thing you've run up against - the story or the pictures. It may be pretty +bad, and I warn you to look out. But first I must try to do what old Yergler says - +to see if I can glimpse the matter as it is. Fortunately the old Gem he mentions +has been rediscovered - I know where I can get at it. We must use it on the +photographs and see what we see. + + + + +"It's more or less like a lens or prism, though one can't take photographs with it. +Someone of peculiar sensitiveness might look through and sketch what he sees. +There's a bit of danger, and the looker may have his consciousness shaken a +trifle; for the real shape of the shadow isn't pleasant and doesn't belong on this +earth. But it would be a lot more dangerous not to do anything about it. +Meanwhile, if you value your life and sanity, keep away from that hill - and from +the thing you think is a tree on it." + +I was more bewildered than ever. "How can there be organized beings from the +Outside in our midst?" I cried. "How do we know that such things exist?" + +"You reason in terms of this tiny earth," Theunis said. "Surely you don't think +that the world is a rule for measuring the universe. There are entities we never +dream of floating under our very noses. Modern science is thrusting back the +borderland of the unknown and proving that the mystics were not so far off the +track. . . " + +Suddenly I knew that I did not want to look at the picture again; I wanted to +destroy it. I wanted to run from it. Theunis was suggesting something beyond. . . . +A trembling, cosmic fear gripped me and drew me away from the hideous +picture, for I was afraid I would recognize some object in it. . . . + +I glanced at my friend. He was poring over the ancient book, a strange +expression on his face. He sat up straight. "Let's call the thing off for today. I'm +tired of this endless guessing and wondering. I must get the loan of the gem from +the museum where it is, and do what is to be done." + +"As you say," I replied. "Will you have to go to Croydon?" + +He nodded. + +"Then we'll both go home," I said decisively. + +III. + +I need not chronicle the events of the fortnight that followed. With me they +formed a constant and enervating struggle between a mad longing to return to +the cryptic tree of dreams and freedom, and a frenzied dread of that selfsame +thing and all connected with it. That I did not return is perhaps less a matter of +my own will than a matter of pure chance. Meanwhile I knew that Theunis was +desperately active in some investigation of the strangest nature - something +which included a mysterious motor trip and a return under circumstances of the +greatest secrecy. By hints over the telephone I was made to understand that he +had somewhere borrowed the obscure and primal object mentioned in the + + + + +ancient volume as "The Gem/' and that he was busy devising a means of +applying it to the photographs I had left with him. He spoke fragmentarily of +"refraction," "polarization," and "unknown angles of space and time," and +indicated that he was building a kind of box or camera obscura for the study of +the curious snapshots with the gem's aid. + +It was on the sixteenth day that I received the startling message from the hospital +in Croydon. Theunis was there, and wanted to see me at once. He had suffered +some odd sort of seizure; being found prone and unconscious by friends who +found their way into his house after hearing certain cries of mortal agony and +fear. Though still weak and helpless, he had now regained his senses and seemed +frantic to tell me something and have me perform certain important duties. This +much the hospital informed me over the wire; and within half an hour I was at +my friend's bedside, marveling at the inroads which worry and tension had +made on his features in so brief a time. His first act was to move away the nurses +in order to speak in utter confidence. + +"Single - I saw it!" His voice was strained and husky. "You must destroy them all +- those pictures. I sent it back by seeing it, but the pictures had better go. That +tree will never be seen on the hill again - at least, I hope not - till thousands of +eons bring back the Year of the Black Goat. You are safe now - mankind is safe." +He paused, breathing heavily, and continued. + +"Take the Gem out of the apparatus and put it in the safe - you know the +combination. It must go back where it came from, for there's a time when it may +be needed to save the world. They won't let me leave here yet, but I can rest if I +know it's safe. Don't look through the box as it is - it would fix you as it's fixed +me. And burn those damned photographs . . . the one in the box and the others. . +. ." But Theunis was exhausted now, and the nurses advanced and motioned me +away as he leaned back and closed his eyes. + +In another half-hour I was at his house and looking curiously at the long black +box on the library table beside the overturned chair. Scattered papers blew about +in a breeze from the open window, and close to the box I recognized with a queer +sensation the envelope of pictures I had taken. It required only a moment for me +to examine the box and detach at one end my earliest picture of the tree, and at +the other end a strange bit of amber-colored crystal, cut in devious angles +impossible to classify. The touch of the glass fragment seemed curiously warm +and electric, and I could scarcely bear to put it out of sight in Theunis' wall safe. +The snapshot I handled with a disconcerting mixture of emotions. Even after I +had replaced it in the envelope with the rest I had a morbid longing to save it +and gloat over it and rush out and up the hill toward its original. Peculiar line- +arrangements sprang out of its details to assault and puzzle my memory . . . + + + + +pictures behind pictures . . . secrets lurking in half-familiar shapes. . . . But a +saner contrary instinct, operating at the same time, gave me the vigor and avidity +of unplaceable fear as I hastily kindled a fire in the grate and watched the +problematic envelope burn to ashes. Somehow I felt that the earth had been +purged of a horror on whose brink I had trembled, and which was none the less +monstrous because I did not know what it was. + +Of the source of Theunis' terrific shock I could form no coherent guess, nor did I +dare to think too closely about it. It is notable that I did not at any time have the +least impulse to look through the box before removing the gem and photograph. +What was shown in the picture by the antique crystal's lens or prism- like power +was not, I felt curiously certain, anything that a normal brain ought to be called +upon to face. Whatever it was, I had myself been close to it - had been completely +under the spell of its allurement - as it brooded on that remote hill in the form of +a tree and an unfamiliar landscape. And I did not wish to know what I had so +narrowly escaped. + +Would that my ignorance might have remained complete! I could sleep better at +night. As it was, my eye was arrested before I left the room by the pile of +scattered papers rustling on the table beside the black box. All but one were +blank, but that one bore a crude drawing in pencil. Suddenly recalling what +Theunis had once said about sketching the horror revealed by the gem, I strove +to turn away; but sheer curiosity defeated my sane design. Looking again almost +furtively, I observed the nervous haste of the strokes, and the unfinished edge +left by the sketcher's terrified seizure. Then, in a burst of perverse boldness, I +looked squarely at the dark and forbidden design - and fell in a faint. + +I shall never describe fully what I saw. After a time I regained my senses, thrust +the sheet into the dying fire, and staggered out through the quiet streets to my +home. I thanked God that I had not looked through the crystal at the photograph, +and prayed fervently that I might forget the drawing's terrible hint of what +Theunis had beheld. Since then I have never been quite the same. Even the fairest +scenes have seemed to hold some vague, ambiguous hint of the nameless +blasphemies which may underlie them and form their masquerading essence. +And yet the sketch was so slight. . . so little indicative of all that Theunis, to judge +from his guarded accounts later on, must have discerned! + +Only a few basic elements of the landscape were in the thing. For the most part a +cloudy, exotic-looking vapor dominated the view. Every object that might have +been familiar was seen to be part of something vague and unknown and +altogether un-terrestrial - something infinitely vaster than any human eye could +grasp, and infinitely alien, monstrous, and hideous as guessed from the fragment +within range. + + + + +Where I had, in the landscape itself, seen the twisted, half-sentient tree, there was +here visible only a gnarled, terrible hand or talon with fingers or feelers +shockingly distended and evidently groping toward something on the ground or +in the spectator's direction. And squarely below the writhing, bloated digits I +thought I saw an outline in the grass where a man had lain. But the sketch was +hasty, and I could not be sure. + + + + +Through the Gates of the Silver Key - +with E. Hoffmann Price + +Written Oct 1932- Apr 1933 + +Published July 1934 ii\ Weird Tales, Vol. 24, No. 1, p. 60-85. + +In a vast room hung with strangely figured arras and carpeted with Bonkhata +rugs of impressive age and workmanship, four men were sitting around a +document-strewn table. From the far corners, where odd tripods of wrought iron +were now and then replenished by an incredibly aged Negro in somber livery, +came the hypnotic fumes of olibanum; while in a deep niche on one side there +ticked a curious, coffin- shaped clock whose dial bore baffling hieroglyphs and +whose four hands did not move in consonance with any time system known on +this planet. It was a singular and disturbing room, but well fitted to the business +then at hand. For there, in the New Orleans home of this continent's greatest +mystic, mathematician and orientalist, there was being settled at last the estate of +a scarcely less great mystic, scholar, author and dreamer who had vanished from +the face of the earth four years before. + +Randolph Carter, who had all his life sought to escape from the tedium and +limitations of waking reality in the beckoning vistas of dreams and fabled +avenues of other dimensions, disappeared from the sight of man on the seventh +of October, 1928, at the age of fifty-four. His career had been a strange and lonely +one, and there were those who inferred from his curious novels many episodes +more bizarre than any in his recorded history. His association with Harley +Warren, the South Carolina mystic whose studies in the primal Naacal language +of the Himalayan priests had led to such outrageous conclusions, had been close. +Indeed, it was he who - one mist-mad, terrible night in an ancient graveyard - +had seen Warren descend into a dank and nitrous vault, never to emerge. Carter +lived in Boston, but it was from the wild, haunted hills behind hoary and witch- +accursed Arkham that all his forebears had come. And it was amid these ancient, +cryptically brooding hills that he had ultimately vanished. + +His old servant. Parks - who died early in 1930 - had spoken of the strangely +aromatic and hideously carven box he had found in the attic, and of the +indecipherable parchments and queerly figured silver key which that box had +contained: matters of which Carter had also written to others. Carter, he said, +had told him that this key had come down from his ancestors, and that it would +help him to unlock the gates to his lost boyhood, and to strange dimensions and +fantastic realms which he had hitherto visited only in vague, brief, and elusive + + + + +dreams. Then one day Carter took the box and its contents and rode away in his +car, never to return. + +Later on, people found the car at the side of an old, grass-grown road in the hills +behind crumbling Arkham - the hills where Carter's forebears had once dwelt, +and where the ruined cellar of the great Carter homestead still gaped to the sky. +It was in a grove of tall elms near by that another of the Carters had mysteriously +vanished in 1781, and not far away was the half-rotted cottage where Goody +Fowler, the witch, had brewed her ominous potions still earlier. The region had +been settled in 1692 by fugitives from the witchcraft trials in Salem, and even +now it bore a name for vaguely ominous things scarcely to be envisaged. +Edmund Carter had fled from the shadow of Gallows Hill just in time, and the +tales of his sorceries were many. Now, it seemed, his lone descendant had gone +somewhere to join him! + +In the car they found the hideously carved box of fragrant wood, and the +parchment which no man could read. The silver key was gone - presumably with +Carter. Further than that there was no certain clue. Detectives from Boston said +that the fallen timbers of the old Carter place seemed oddly disturbed, and +somebody found a handkerchief on the rock-ridged, sinisterly wooded slope +behind the ruins near the dreaded cave called the Snake Den. + +It was then that the country legends about the Snake Den gained a new vitality. +Farmers whispered of the blasphemous uses to which old Edmund Carter the +wizard had put that horrible grotto, and added later tales about the fondness +which Randolph Carter himself hid had for it when a boy. In Carter's boyhood +the venerable gambrel-roofed homestead was still standing and tenanted by his +great-uncle Christopher. He had visited there often, and had talked singularly +about the Snake Den. People remembered what he had said about a deep fissure +and an unknown inner cave beyond, and speculated on the change he had +shown after spending one whole memorable day in the cavern when he was +nine. That was in October, too - and ever after that he had seemed to have a +uncanny knack at prophesying future events. + +It had rained late in the night that Carter vanished, and no one was quite able to +trace his footprints from the car. Inside the Snake Den all was amorphous liquid +mud, owing to the copious seepage. Only the ignorant rustics whispered about +the prints they thought they spied where the great elms overhang the road, and +on the sinister hillside near the Snake Den, where the handkerchief was found. +Who could pay attention to whispers that spoke of stubby little tracks like those +which Randolph Carter's square-toed boots made when he was a small boy? It +was as crazy a notion as that other whisper - that the tracks of old Benijah +Corey's peculiar heelless boots had met the stubby little tracks in the road. Old + + + + +Benijah had been the Carters' hired man when Randolph was young; but he had +died thirty years ago. + +It must have been these whispers plus Carter's own statement to Parks and +others that the queerly arabesqued silver key would help him unlock the gates of +his lost boyhood - which caused a number of mystical students to declare that +the missing man had actually doubled back on the trail of time and returned +through forty-five years to that other October day in 1883 when he had stayed in +the Snake Den as a small boy. When he came out that night, they argued, he had +somehow made the whole trip to 1928 and back; for did he not thereafter know +of things which were to happen later? And yet he had never spoken of anything +to happen after 1928. + +One student - an elderly eccentric of Providence, Rhode Island, who had enjoyed +a long and close correspondence with Carter - had a still more elaborate theory, +and believed that Carter had not only returned to boyhood, but achieved a +further liberation, roving at will through the prismatic vistas of boyhood dream. +After a strange vision this man published a tale of Carter's vanishing in which he +hinted that the lost one now reigned as king on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that +fabulous town of turrets atop the hollow cliffs of glass overlooking the twilight +sea wherein the bearded and finny Gniorri build their singular labyrinths. + +It was this old man. Ward Phillips, who pleaded most loudly against the +apportionment of Carter's estate to his heirs - all distant cousins - on the ground +that he was still alive in another time-dimension and might well return some +day. Against him was arrayed the legal talent of one of the cousins, Ernest K. +Aspinwall of Chicago, a man ten years Carter's senior, but keen as a youth in +forensic battles. For four years the contest had raged, but now the time for +apportionment had come, and this vast, strange room in New Orleans was to be +the scene of the arrangement. + +It was the home of Carter's literary and financial executor - the distinguished +Creole student of mysteries and Eastern antiquities, Etienne-Laurent de Marigny. +Carter had met de Marigny during the war, when they both served in the French +Foreign Legion, and had at once cleaved to him because of their similar tastes +and outlook. When, on a memorable joint furlough, the learned young Creole +had taken the wistful Boston dreamer to Bayonne, in the south of France, and +had shown him certain terrible secrets in the nighted and immemorial crypts that +burrow beneath that brooding, eon-weighted city, the friendship was forever +sealed. Carter's will had named de Marigny as executor, and now that avid +scholar was reluctantly presiding over the settlement of the estate. It was sad +work for him, for like the old Rhode Islander he did not believe that Carter was + + + + +dead. But what weight had the dreams of mystics against the harsh wisdom of +the world? + +Around the table in that strange room in the old French Quarter sat the men who +claimed an interest in the proceedings. There had been the usual legal +advertisements of the conference in papers wherever Carter's heirs were thought +to live; yet only four now sat listening to the abnormal ticking of that coffin- +shaped clock which told no earthly time, and to the bubbling of the courtyard +fountain beyond half-curtained, fan- lighted windows. As the hours wore on, the +faces of the four were half shrouded in the curling fumes from the tripods, +which, piled recklessly with fuel, seemed to need less and less attention from the +silently gliding and increasingly nervous old Negro. + +There was Etienne de Marigny himself - slim, dark, handsome, mustached, and +still young. Aspinwall, representing the heirs, was white-haired, apoplectic- +faced, side-whiskered, and portly. Phillips, the Providence mystic, was lean, +gray, long-nosed, clean-shaven, and stoop-shouldered. The fourth man was non- +committal in age - lean, with a dark, bearded, singularly immobile face of very +regular contour, bound with the turban of a high-caste Brahman and having +night-black, burning, almost irisless eyes which seemed to gaze out from a vast +distance behind the features. He had announced himself as the Swami +Chandraputra, an adept from Benares, with important information to give; and +both de Marigny and Phillips - who had corresponded with him - had been quick +to recognize the genuineness of his mystical pretensions. His speech had an +oddly forced, hollow, metallic quality, as if the use of English taxed his vocal +apparatus; yet his language was as easy, correct and idiomatic as any native +Anglo- Saxon's. In general attire he was the normal European civilian, but his +loose clothes sat peculiarly badly on him, while his bushy black beard. Eastern +turban, and large, white mittens gave him an air of exotic eccentricity. + +De Marigny, fingering the parchment found in Carter's car, was speaking. + +"No, I have not been able to make anything of the parchment. Mr. Phillips, here, +also gives it up. Colonel Churchward declares it is not Naacal, and it looks +nothing at all like the hieroglyphics on that Easter Island war-club. The carvings +on that box, though, do strangely suggest Easter Island images. The nearest thing +I can recall to these parchment characters - notice how all the letters seem to hang +down from horizontal word-bar - is the writing in a book poor Harley Warren +once had. It came from India while Carter and I were visiting him in 1919, and he +never would tell us anything about it - said it would be better if we didn't know, +and hinted that it might have come originally from some place other than the +Earth. He took it with him in December, when he went down into the vault in +that old graveyard - but neither he nor the book ever came to the surface again. + + + + +Some time ago I sent our friend here - the Swami Chandraputra - a memory- +sketch of some of those letters, and also a photostatic copy of the Carter +parchment. He believes he may be able to shed light on them after certain +references and consultations. + +"But the key - Carter sent me a photograph of that. Its curious arabesques were +not letters, but seem to have belonged to the same culture-tradition as the +parchment Carter always spoke of being on the point of solving the mystery, +though he never gave details. Once he grew almost poetic about the whole +business. That antique silver key, he said, would unlock the successive doors that +bar our free march down the mighty corridors of space and time to the very +Border which no man has crossed since Shaddad with his terrific genius built +and concealed in the sands of Arabia Pettraea the prodigious domes and +uncounted minarets of thousand-pillared Irem. Half-starved dervishes - wrote +Carter - and thirst-crazed nomads have returned to tell of that monumental +portal, and of the hand that is sculptured above the keystone of the arch, but no +man has passed and retraced his steps to say that his footprints on the garnet- +strewn sands within bear witness to his visit. The key, he surmised, was that for +which the Cyclopean sculptured hand vainly grasps. + +"Why Carter didn't take the parchment as well as the key, we can not say. +Perhaps he forgot it - or perhaps he forbore to take it through recollection of one +who had taken a book of like characters into a vault and never returned. Or +perhaps it was really immaterial to what he wished to do." + +As de Marigny paused, old Mr. Phillips spoke a harsh, shrill voice. + +"We can know of Randolph Carter's wandering only what we dream. I have +been to many strange places in dreams, and have heard many strange and +significant things in Ulthar, beyond the River Skai. It does not appear that the +parchment was needed, for certainly Carter reentered the world of his boyhood +dreams, and is now a king in Ilek-Vad." + +Mr. Aspinwall grew doubly apoplectic-looking as he sputtered: "Can't +somebody shut the old fool up? We've had enough of these moonings. The +problem is to divide the property, and it's about time we got to it." + +For the first time Swami Chandraputra spoke in his queerly alien voice. + +"Gentlemen, there is more to this matter than you think. Mr. Aspinwall does not +do well to laugh at the evidence of dreams. Mr. Phillips has taken an incomplete +view - perhaps because he has not dreamed enough. I, myself, have done much +dreaming. We in India have always done that, just as all the Carters seem to have + + + + +done it. You, Mr. Aspinwall, as a maternal cousin, are naturally not a Carter. My +own dreams, and certain other sources of information, have told me a great deal +which you still find obscure. For example, Randolph Carter forgot that +parchment which he couldn't decipher - yet it would have been well for him had +he remembered to take it. You see, I have really learned pretty much what +happened to Carter after he left his car with the silver key at sunset on that +seventh of October, four years ago." + +Aspinwall audibly sneered, but the others sat up with heightened interest. The +smoke from the tripods increased, and the crazy ticking of that coffin-shaped +clock seemed to fall into bizarre patterns like the dots and dashes of some alien +and insoluble telegraph message from outer space. The Hindoo leaned back, half +closed his eyes, and continued in that oddly labored yet idiomatic speech, while +before his audience there began to float a picture of what had happened to +Randolph Carter. + +Chapter Two + +The hills beyond Arkham are full of a strange magic - something, perhaps, which +the old wizard Edmund Carter called down from the stars and up from the +crypts of nether earth when he fled there from Salem in 1692. As soon as +Randolph Carter was back among them he knew that he was close to one of the +gates which a few audacious, abhorred and alien-souled men have blasted +through titan walls betwixt the world and the outside absolute. Here, he felt, and +on this day of the year, he could carry out with success the message he had +deciphered months before from the arabesques of that tarnished and incredibly +ancient silver key. He knew now how it must be rotated, and how it must be held +up to the setting sun, and what syllables of ceremony must be intoned into the +void at the ninth and last turning. In a spot as close to a dark polarity and +induced gate as this, it could not fail in its primary functions Certainly, he would +rest that night in the lost boyhood for which he had never ceased to mourn. + +He got out of the car with the key in his pocket, walking up-hill deeper and +deeper into the shadowy core of that brooding, haunted countryside of winding +road, vine-grown stone wall, black woodland, gnarled, neglected orchard, +gaping-windowed, deserted farm-house, and nameless nun. At the sunset hour, +when the distant spires of Kingsport gleamed in the ruddy blaze, he took out the +key and made the needed turnings and intonations. Only later did he realize +how soon the ritual had taken effect. + +Then in the deepening twilight he had heard a voice out of the past: Old Benijah +Corey, his great-uncle's hired man. Had not old Benijah been dead for thirty +years? Thirty years before when. What was time? Where had he been? Why was + + + + +it strange that Benijah should be caUing him on this seventh of October 1883? +Was he not out later than Aunt Martha had told him to stay? What was this key +in his blouse pocket, where his little telescope - given him by his father on his +ninth birthday, two months before - ought to be? Had he found it in the attic at +home? Would it unlock the mystic pylon which his sharp eye had traced amidst +the jagged rocks at the back of that inner cave behind the Snake Den on the hill? +That was the place they always coupled with old Edmund Carter the wizard. +People wouldn't go there, and nobody but him had ever noticed or squirmed +through the root-choked fissure to that great black inner chamber with the pylon. +Whose hands had carved that hint of a pylon out of the living rock? Old Wizard +Edmund's - or others that he had conjured up and commanded? + +That evening little Randolph ate supper with Uncle Chris and Aunt Martha in +the old gambrel-roofed farm-house. + +Next morning he was up early and out through the twisted-boughed apple +orchard to the upper timber lot where the mouth of the Snake Den lurked black +and forbidding amongst grotesque, overnourished oaks. A nameless expectancy +was upon him, and he did not even notice the loss of his handkerchief as he +fumbled in his blouse pocket to see if the queer silver key was safe. He crawled +through the dark orifice with tense, adventurous assurance, lighting his way +with matches taken from the sitting-room. In another moment he had wriggled +through the root-choked fissure at the farther end, and was in the vast, unknown +inner grotto whose ultimate rock wall seemed half like a monstrous and +consciously shapen pylon. Before that dank, dripping wall he stood silent and +awestruck, lighting one match after another as he gazed. Was that stony bulge +above the keystone of the imagined arch really a gigantic sculptured hand? Then +he drew forth the silver key, and made motions and intonations whose source he +could only dimly remember. Was anything forgotten? He knew only that he +wished to cross the barrier to the untrammeled land of his dreams and the gulfs +where all dimensions dissolved in the absolute. + +Chapter Three + +What happened then is scarcely to be described in words. It is full of those +paradoxes, contradictions and anomalies which have no place in waking life, but +which fill our more fantastic dreams and are taken as matters of course till we +return to our narrow, rigid, objective world of limited causation and tri- +dimensional logic. As the Hindoo continued his tale, he had difficulty in +avoiding what seemed - even more than the notion of a man transferred through +the years to boyhood - an air of trivial, puerile extravagance. Mr. Aspinwall, in +disgust, gave an apoplectic snort and virtually stopped listening. + + + + +For the rite of the silver key, as practiced by Randolph Carter in that black, +haunted cave within a cave, did not prove unavailing. From the first gesture and +syllable an aura of strange, awesome mutation was apparent - a sense of +incalculable disturbance and confusion in time and space, yet one which held no +hint of what we recognize as motion and duration. Imperceptibly, such things as +age and location ceased to have any significance whatever. The day before, +Randolph Carter had miraculously leaped a gulf of years. Now there was no +distinction between boy and man. There was only the entity Randolph Carter, +with a certain store of images which had lost all connection with terrestrial +scenes and circumstances of acquisition. A moment before, there had been an +inner cave with vague suggestions of a monstrous arch and gigantic sculptured +hand on the farther wall. Now there was neither cave nor absence of cave; +neither wall nor absence of wall. There was only a flux of impressions not so +much visual as cerebral, amidst which the entity that was Randolph Carter +experienced perceptions or registrations of all that his mind revolved on, yet +without any clear consciousness of the way in which he received them. + +By the time the rite was over. Carter knew that he was in no region whose place +could be told by Earth's geographers, and in no age whose date history could fix; +for the nature of what was happening was not wholly unfamiliar to him. There +were hints of it in the cryptical Pnakotic fragments, and a whole chapter in the +forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred, had taken on +significance when he had deciphered the designs graven on the silver key. A gate +had been unlocked - not, indeed, the Ultimate Gate, but one leading from Earth +and time to that extension of Earth which is outside time, and from which in turn +the Ultimate Gate leads fearsomely and perilously to the last Void which is +outside all earths, all universes, and all matter. + +There would be a Guide - and a very terrible one; a Guide who had been an +entity of Earth millions of years before, when man was undreamed of, and when +forgotten shapes moved on a steaming planet building strange cities among +whose last, crumbling ruins the first mammals were to play. Carter remembered +what the monstrous Necronomicon had vaguely and disconcertingly +adumbrated concerning that Guide: + +"And while there are those," the mad Arab had written, "who have dared to seek +glimpses beyond the Veil, and to accept HIM as guide, they would have been +more prudent had they avoided commerce with HIM; for it is written in the Book +of Thoth how terrific is the price of a single glimpse. Nor may those who pass +ever return, for in the vastnesses transcending our world are shapes of darkness +that seize and bind. The Affair that shambleth about in the night, the evil that +defieth the Elder Sign, the Herd that stand watch at the secret portal each tomb is +known to have and that thrive on that which groweth out of the tenants thereof: - + + + + +all these Blacknesses are lesser than HE WHO guardeth the Gateway: HE WHO +will guide the rash one beyond all the worlds into the Abyss of unnamable +devourers. For He is 'UMR AT- TAWIL, the Most Ancient One, which the scribe +rendereth as THE PROLONGED OF LIFE." + +Memory and imagination shaped dim half-pictures with uncertain outlines +amidst the seething chaos, but Carter knew that they were of memory and +imagination only. Yet he felt that it was not chance which built these things in his +consciousness, but rather some vast reality, ineffable and undimensioned, which +surrounded him and strove to translate itself into the only symbols he was +capable of grasping. For no mind of Earth may grasp the extensions of shape +which interweave in the oblique gulfs outside time and the dimensions we know. + +There floated before Carter a cloudy pageantry of shapes and scenes which he +somehow linked with Earth's primal, eon-forgotten past. Monstrous living things +moved deliberately through vistas of fantastic handiwork that no sane dream +ever held, and landscapes bore incredible vegetation and cliffs and mountains +and masonry of no human pattern. There were cities under the sea, and denizens +thereof; and towers in great deserts where globes and cylinders and nameless +winged entities shot off into space, or hurtled down out of space. All this Carter +grasped, though the images bore no fixed relation to one another or to him. He +himself had no stable form or position, but only such shifting hints of form and +position as his whirling fancy supplied. + +He had wished to find the enchanted regions of his boyhood dreams, where +galleys sail up the river Oukranos past the gilded spires of Thran, and elephant +caravans tramp through perfumed jungles in Kied, beyond forgotten palaces +with veined ivory columns that sleep lovely and unbroken under the moon. +Now, intoxicated with wider visions, he scarcely knew what he sought. +Thoughts of infinite and blasphemous daring rose in his mind, and he knew he +would face the dreaded Guide without fear, asking monstrous and terrible things +of him. + +All at once the pageant of impressions seemed to achieve a vague kind of +stabilization. There were great masses of towering stone, carven into alien and +incomprehensible designs and disposed according to the laws of some unknown, +inverse geometry. Light filtered from a sky of no assignable colour in baffling, +contradictory directions, and played almost sentiently over what seemed to be a +curved line of gigantic hieroglyphed pedestals more hexagonal than otherwise, +and surmounted by cloaked, ill-defined shapes. + +There was another shape, too, which occupied no pedestal, but which seemed to +glide or float over the cloudy, floor-like lower level. It was not exactly permanent + + + + +in outline, but held transient suggestions of something remotely preceding or +paralleling the human form, though half as large again as an ordinary man. It +seemed to be heavily cloaked, like the shapes on the pedestals, with some +neutral-coloured fabric; and Carter could not detect any eye-holes through which +it might gaze. Probably it did not need to gaze, for it seemed to belong to an +order of beings far outside the merely physical in organization and faculties. + +A moment later Carter knew that this was so, for the Shape had spoken to his +mind without sound or language. And though the name it uttered was a dreaded +and terrible one, Randolph Carter did not flinch in fear. + +Instead, he spoke back, equally without sound or language, and made those +obeisances which the hideous Necronomicon had taught him to make. For this +shape was nothing less than that which all the world has feared since Lomar rose +out of the sea, and the Children of the Fire Mist came to Earth to teach the Elder +Lore to man. It was indeed the frightful Guide and Guardian of the Gate - 'UMR +AT-TAWIL, the ancient one, which the scribe rendereth the PROLONGED OF +LIFE. + +The Guide knew, as he knew all things, of Carter's quest and coming, and that +this seeker of dreams and secrets stood before him unafraid. There was no horror +or malignity in what he radiated, and Carter wondered for a moment whether +the mad Arab's terrific blasphemous hints came from envy and a baffled wish to +do what was now about to be done. Or perhaps the Guide reserved his horror +and malignity for those who feared. As the radiations continued. Carter +eventually interpreted them in the form of words. + +"I am indeed that Most Ancient One," said the Guide, "of whom you know. We +have awaited you - the Ancient Ones and I. You are welcome, even though long +delayed. You have the key, and have unlocked the First Gate. Now the Ultimate +Gate is ready for your trial. If you fear, you need not advance. You may still go +back unharmed, the way you came. But if you chose to advance -" + +The pause was ominous, but the radiations continued to be friendly. Carter +hesitated not a moment, for a burning curiosity drove him on. + +"I will advance," he radiated back, "and I accept you as my Guide." + +At this reply the Guide seemed to make a sign by certain motions of his robe +which may or may not have involved the lifting of an arm or some homologous +member. A second sign followed, and from his well- learned lore Carter knew +that he was at last very close to the Ultimate Gate. The light now changed to +another inexplicable colour, and the shapes on the quasi-hexagonal pedestals + + + + +became more clearly defined. As they sat more erect, their outlines became more +like those of men, though Carter knew that they could not be men. Upon their +cloaked heads there now seemed to rest tall, uncertainly coloured miters, +strangely suggestive of those on certain nameless figures chiseled by a forgotten +sculptor along the living cliffs of a high, forbidden mountain in Tartary; while +grasped in certain folds of their swathings were long sceptres whose carven +heads bodied forth a grotesque and archaic mystery. + +Carter guessed what they were and whence they came, and Whom they served; +and guessed, too, the price of their service. But he was still content, for at one +mighty venture he was to learn all. Damnation, he reflected, is but a word +bandied about by those whose blindness leads them to condemn all who can see, +even with a single eye. He wondered at the vast conceit of those who had +babbled of the malignant Ancient Ones, as if They could pause from their +everlasting dreams to wreack a wrath on mankind. As well, he might a +mammoth pause to visit frantic vengeance on an angleworm. Now the whole +assemblage on the vaguely hexagonal pillars was greeting him with a gesture of +those oddly carven sceptres and radiating a message which he understood: + +"We salute you. Most Ancient One, and you, Randolph Carter, whose daring has +made you one of us." + +Carter saw now that one of the pedestals was vacant, and a gesture of the Most +Ancient One told him it was reserved for him. He saw also another pedestal, +taller than the rest, and at the center of the oddly curved line - neither semicircle +nor ellipse, parabola nor hyperbola - which they formed. This, he guessed, was +the Guide's own throne. Moving and rising in a manner hardly definable. Carter +took his seat; and as he did so he saw that the Guide had seated himself. + +Gradually and mistily it became apparent that the Most Ancient One was +holding something - some object clutched in the outflung folds of his robe as if +for the sight, or what answered for sight, of the cloaked Companions. It was a +large sphere, or apparent sphere, of some obscurely iridescent metal, and as the +Guide put it forward a low, pervasive half-impression of sound began to rise and +fall in intervals which seemed to be rhythmic even though they followed no +rhythm of Earth. There was a suggestion of chanting or what human imagination +might interpret as chanting. Presently the quasi-sphere began to grow luminous, +and as it gleamed up into a cold, pulsating light of unassignable colour. Carter +saw that its flickerings conformed to the alien rhythm of the chant. Then all the +mitered, scepter-bearing Shapes on the pedestals commenced a slight, curious +swaying in the same inexplicable rhythm, while nimbuses of unclassifiable light - +resembling that of the quasi-sphere - played around their shrouded heads. + + + + +The Hindoo paused in his tale and looked curiously at the tall, coffin-shaped +clock with the four hands and hieroglyphed dial, whose crazy ticking followed +no known rhythm of Earth. + +"You, Mr. de Marigny," he suddenly said to his learned host, "do not need to be +told the particularly alien rhythm to which those cowled Shapes on the +hexagonal pillars chanted and nodded. You are the only one else - in America - +who has had a taste of the Outer Extension. That clock - 1 suppose it was sent to +you by the Yogi poor Harley Warren used to talk about — the seer who said that +he alone of living men had been to Yian-Ho, the hidden legacy of eon-old Leng, +and had borne certain things away from that dreadful and forbidden city. I +wonder how many of its subtler properties you know? If my dreams and +readings be correct, it was made by those who knew much of the First Gateway. +But let me go on with my tale." + +At last, continued the Swami, the swaying and the suggestion of chanting ceased, +the lambent nimbuses around the now drooping and motionless heads faded, +while the cloaked shapes slumped curiously on their pedestals. The quasi- +sphere, however, continued to pulsate with inexplicable light. Carter felt that the +Ancient Ones were sleeping as they had been when he first saw them, and he +wondered out of what cosmic dreams his coming had aroused them. Slowly +there filtered into his mind the truth that this strange chanting ritual had been +one of instruction, and that the Companions had been chanted by the Most +Ancient One into a new and peculiar kind of sleep in order that their dreams +might open the Ultimate Gate to which the silver key was a passport. He knew +that in the profundity of this deep sleep they were contemplating unplumbed +vastnesses of utter and absolute outsideness, and that they were to accomplish +that which his presence had demanded. + +The Guide did not share this sleep, but seemed still to be giving instructions in +some subtle, soundless way. Evidently he was implanting images of those things +which he wished the Companions to dream: and Carter knew that as each of the +Ancient Ones pictured the prescribed thought, there would be born the nucleus +of a manifestation visible to his earthly eyes. When the dreams of all the Shapes +had achieved a oneness, that manifestation would occur, and everything he +required be materialized, through concentration. He had seen such things on +Earth - in India, where the combined, projected will of a circle of adepts can +make a thought take tangible substance, and in hoary Atlaanat, of which few +even dare speak. + +Just what the Ultimate Gate was, and how it was to be passed. Carter could not +be certain; but a feeling of tense expectancy surged over him. He was conscious +of having a kind of body, and of holding the fateful silver key in his hand. The + + + + +masses of towering stone opposite him seemed to possess the evenness of a wall, +toward the centre of which his eyes were irresistibly drawn. And then suddenly +he felt the mental currents of the Most Ancient One cease to flow forth. + +For the first time Carter realized how terrific utter silence, mental and physical, +may be. The earlier moments had never failed to contain some perceptible +rhythm, if only the faint, cryptical pulse of the Earth's dimensional extension, but +now the hush of the abyss seemed to fall upon everything. Despite his +intimations of body, he had no audible breath, and the glow of 'Umr at-Tawil's +quasi-sphere had grown petrifiedly fixed and unpulsating. A potent nimbus, +brighter than those which had played round the heads of the Shapes, blazed +frozenly over the shrouded skull of the terrible Guide. + +A dizziness assailed Carter, and his sense of lost orientation waxed a +thousandfold. The strange lights seemed to hold the quality of the most +impenetrable blacknesses heaped upon blacknesses while about the Ancient +Ones, so close on their pseudo-hexagonal thrones, there hovered an air of the +most stupefying remoteness. Then he felt himself wafted into immeasurable +depths, with waves of perfumed warmth lapping against his face. It was as if he +floated in a torrid, rose-tinctured sea; a sea of drugged wine whose waves broke +foaming against shores of brazen fire. A great fear clutched him as he half saw +that vast expanse of surging sea lapping against its far off coast. But the moment +of silence was broken - the surgings were speaking to him in a language that was +not of physical sound or articulate words. + +"The Man of Truth is beyond good and evil," intoned the voice that was not a +voice. 'The Man of Truth has ridden to AU-Is-One. The Man of Truth has learned +that Illusion is the One Reality, and that Substance is the Great Impostor." + +And now, in that rise of masonry to which his eyes had been so irresistibly +drawn, there appeared the outline of a titanic arch not unlike that which he +thought he had glimpsed so long ago in that cave within a cave, on the far, +unreal surface of the three-dimensioned Earth. He realized that he had been +using the silver key - moving it in accord with an unlearned and instinctive ritual +closely akin to that which had opened the Inner Gate. That rose-drunken sea +which lapped his cheeks was, he realized, no more or less than the adamantine +mass of the solid wall yielding before his spell, and the vortex of thought with +which the Ancient Ones had aided his spell. Still guided by instinct and blind +determination, he floated forward - and through the Ultimate Gate. + +Chapter Four + + + + +Randolph Carter's advance through the cyclopean bulk of masonry was like a +dizzy precipitation through the measureless gulfs between the stars. From a +great distance he felt triumphant, godlike surges of deadly sweetness, and after +that the rustling of great wings, and impressions of sound like the chirpings and +murmurings of objects unknown on Earth or in the solar system. Glancing +backward, he saw not one gate alone but a multiplicity of gates, at some of which +clamoured Forms he strove not to remember. + +And then, suddenly, he felt a greater terror than that which any of the Forms +could give - a terror from which he could not flee because it was connected with +himself. Even the First Gateway had taken something of stability from him, +leaving him uncertain about his bodily form and about his relationship to the +mistily defined objects around him, but it had not disturbed his sense of unity. +He had still been Randolph Carter, a fixed point in the dimensional seething. +Now, beyond the Ultimate Gateway, he realized in a moment of consuming +fright that he was not one person, but many persons. + +He was in many places at the same time. On Earth, on October 7, 1883, a little +boy named Randolph Carter was leaving the Snake Den in the hushed evening +light and running down the rocky slope, and through the twisted-boughed +orchard toward his Uncle Christopher's house in the hills beyond Arkham; yet at +that same moment, which was also somehow in the earthly year of 1928, a vague +shadow not less Randolph Carter was sitting on a pedestal among the Ancient +Ones in Earth's transdimensional extension. Here, too, was a third Randolph +Carter, in the unknown and formless cosmic abyss beyond the Ultimate Gate. +And elsewhere, in a chaos of scenes whose infinite multiplicity and monstrous +diversity brought him close to the brink of madness, were a limitless confusion of +beings which he knew were as much himself as the local manifestation now +beyond the Ultimate Gate. + +There were Carters in settings belonging to every known and suspected age of +Earth's history, and to remoter ages of earthly entity transcending knowledge, +suspicion, and credibility; Carters of forms both human and non-human, +vertebrate and invertebrate, conscious and mindless, animal and vegetable. And +more, there were Carters having nothing in common with earthly life, but +moving outrageously amidst backgrounds of other planets and systems and +galaxies and cosmic continua; spores of eternal life drifting from world to world, +universe to universe, yet all equally himself. Some of the glimpses recalled +dreams - both faint and vivid, single and persistent - which he had had through +the long years since he first began to dream; and a few possessed a haunting, +fascinating and almost horrible familiarity which no earthly logic could explain. + + + + +Faced with this reahzation, Randolph Carter reeled in the clutch of supreme +horror - horror such as had not been hinted even at the climax of that hideous +night when two had ventured into an ancient and abhorred necropolis under a +waning moon and only one had emerged. No death, no doom, no anguish can +arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with +nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know +that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings - that one +no longer has a self - that is the nameless summit of agony and dread. + +He knew that there had been a Randolph Carter of Boston, yet could not be sure +whether he - the fragment or facet of an entity beyond the Ultimate Gate - had +been that one or some other. His self had been annihilated; and yet he - if indeed +there could, in view of that utter nullity of individual existence, be such a thing +as he - was equally aware of being in some inconceivable way a legion of selves. +It was as though his body had been suddenly transformed into one of those +many-limbed and many-headed effigies sculptured in Indian temples, and he +contemplated the aggregation in a bewildered attempt to discern which was the +original and which the additions - if indeed (supremely monstrous thought!) +there were any original as distinguished from other embodiments. + +Then, in the midst of these devastating reflections. Carter's beyond-the-gate +fragment was hurled from what had seemed the nadir of horror to black, +clutching pits of a horror still more profound. This time it was largely external - a +force of personality which at once confronted and surrounded and pervaded +him, and which in addition to its local presence, seemed also to be a part of +himself, and likewise to be co- existent with all time and conterminous with all +space. There was no visual image, yet the sense of entity and the awful concept +of combined localism and identity and infinity lent a paralyzing terror beyond +anything which any Carter-fragment had hitherto deemed capable of existing. + +In the face of that awful wonder, the quasi-Carter forgot the horror of destroyed +individuality. It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self - +not merely a thing of one space-time continuum, but allied to the ultimate +animating essence of existence's whole unbounded sweep - the last, utter sweep +which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was +perhaps that which certain secret cults of Earth had whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, +and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of +Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the +spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable sign - yet in a flash the Carter-facet +realized how slight and fractional all these conceptions are. + +And now the Being was addressing the Carter-facet in prodigious waves that +smote and burned and thundered - a concentration of energy that blasted its + + + + +recipient with well-nigh unendurable violence, and that paralleled in an +unearthly rhythm the curious swaying of the Ancient Ones, and the flickering of +the monstrous lights, in that baffling region beyond the First Gate. It was as +though suns and worlds and universes had converged upon one point whose +very position in space they had conspired to annihilate with an impact of +resistless fury. But amidst the greater terror one lesser terror was diminished; for +the searing waves appeared somehow to isolate the Beyond-the-Gate Carter from +his infinity of duplicates - to restore, as it were, a certain amount of the illusion of +identity. After a time the hearer began to translate the waves into speech-forms +known to him, and his sense of horror and oppression waned. Fright became +pure awe, and what had seemed blasphemously abnormal seemed now only +ineffably majestic. + +"Randolph Carter," it seemed to say, "my manifestations on your planet's +extension, the Ancient Ones, have sent you as one who would lately have +returned to small lands of dream which he had lost, yet who with greater +freedom has risen to greater and nobler desires and curiosities. You wished to +sail up golden Oukranos, to search out forgotten ivory cities in orchid-heavy +Kied, and to reign on the opal throne of Ilek- Vad, whose fabulous towers and +numberless domes rise mighty toward a single red star in a firmament alien to +your Earth and to all matter. Now, with the passing of two Gates, you wish +loftier things. You would not flee like a child from a scene disliked to a dream +beloved, but would plunge like a man into that last and inmost of secrets which +lies behind all scenes and dreams. + +"What you wish, I have found good; and I am ready to grant that which I have +granted eleven times only to beings of your planet - five times only to those you +call men, or those resembling them. I am ready to show you the Ultimate +Mystery, to look on which is to blast a feeble spirit. Yet before you gaze full at +that last and first of secrets you may still wield a free choice, and return if you +will through the two Gates with the Veil still unrent before our eyes." + +Chapter Five + +A sudden shutting-off of the waves left Carter in a chilling and awesome silence +full of the spirit of desolation. On every hand pressed the illimitable vastness of +the void; yet the seeker knew that the Being was still there. After a moment he +thought of words whose mental substance he flung into the abyss: "I accept. I +will not retreat." + +The waves surged forth again, and Carter knew that the Being had heard. And +now there poured from that limitless Mind a flood of knowledge and +explanation which opened new vistas to the seeker, and prepared him for such a + + + + +grasp of the cosmos as he had never hoped to possess. He was told how childish +and limited is the notion of a tri-dimensional world, and what an infinity of +directions there are besides the known directions of up-down, forward- +backward, right-left. He was shown the smallness and tinsel emptiness of the +little Earth gods, with their petty, human interests and connections - their +hatreds, rages, loves and vanities; their craving for praise and sacrifice, and their +demands for faiths contrary to reason and nature. + +While most of the impressions translated themselves to Carter as words there +were others to which other senses gave interpretation. Perhaps with eyes and +perhaps with imagination he perceived that he was in a region of dimensions +beyond those conceivable to the eye and brain of man. He saw now, in the +brooding shadows of that which had been first a vortex of power and then an +illimitable void, a sweep of creation that dizzied his senses. From some +inconceivable vantagepoint he looked upon prodigious forms whose multiple +extensions transcended any conception of being, size and boundaries which his +mind had hitherto been able to hold, despite a lifetime of cryptical study. He +began to understand dimly why there could exist at the same time the little boy +Randolph Carter in the Arkham farm-house in 1883, the misty form on the +vaguely hexagonal pillar beyond the First Gate, the fragment now facing the +Presence in the limitless abyss, and all the other Carters his fancy or perception +envisaged. + +Then the waves increased in strength and sought to improve his understanding, +reconciling him to the multiform entity of which his present fragment was an +infinitesimal part. They told him that every figure of space is but the result of the +intersection by a plane of some corresponding figure of one more dimension - as +a square is cut from a cube, or a circle from a sphere. The cube and sphere, of +three dimensions, are thus cut from corresponding forms of four dimensions, +which men know only through guesses and dreams; and these in turn are cut +from forms of five dimensions, and so on up to the dizzy and reachless heights of +archetypal infinity. The world of men and of the gods of men is merely an +infinitesimal phase of an infinitesimal thing - the three-dimensional phase of that +small wholeness reached by the First Gate, where 'Umr at-Tawil dictates dreams +to the Ancient Ones. Though men hail it as reality, and band thoughts of its +many-dimensioned original as unreality, it is in truth the very opposite. That +which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we +call shadow and illusion is substance and reality. + +Time, the waves went on, is motionless, and without beginning or end. That it +has motion and is the cause of change is an illusion. Indeed, it is itself really an +illusion, for except to the narrow sight of beings in limited dimensions there are +no such things as past, present and future. Men think of time only because of + + + + +what they call change, yet that too is illusion. All that was, and is, and is to be, +exists simultaneously. + +These revelations came with a god like solemnity which left Carter unable to +doubt. Even though they lay almost beyond his comprehension, he felt that they +must be true in the light of that final cosmic reality which belies all local +perspectives and narrow partial views; and he was familiar enough with +profound speculations to be free from the bondage of local and partial +conceptions. Had his whole quest not been based upon a faith in the unreality of +the local and partial? + +After an impressive pause the waves continued, saying that what the denizens of +few-dimensioned zones call change is merely a function of their consciousness, +which views the external world from various cosmic angles. As the Shapes +produced by the cutting of a cone seem to vary with the angles of cutting - being +circle, ellipse, parabola or hyperbola according to that angle, yet without any +change in the cone itself - so do the local aspects of an unchanged - and endless +reality seem to change with the cosmic angle of regarding. To this variety of +angles Of consciousness the feeble beings of the inner worlds are slaves, since +with rare exceptions they can not learn to control them. Only a few students of +forbidden things have gained inklings of this control, and have thereby +conquered time and change. But the entities outside the Gates command all +angles, and view the myriad parts of the cosmos in terms of fragmentary change- +involving perspective, or of the changeless totality beyond perspective, in +accordance with their will. + +As the waves paused again. Carter began to comprehend, vaguely and +terrifiedly, the ultimate background of that riddle of lost individuality which had +at first so horrified him. His intuition pieced together the fragments of revelation, +and brought him closer and closer to a grasp of the secret. He understood that +much of the frightful revelation would have come upon him - splitting up his ego +amongst myriads of earthly counterparts inside the First Gate, had not the magic +of 'Umr at-Tawil kept it from him in order that he might use the silver key with +precision for the Ultimate Gate's opening. Anxious for clearer knowledge, he +sent out waves of thought, asking more of the exact relationship between his +various facets - the fragment now beyond the Ultimate Gate, the fragment still on +the quasi-hexagonal pedestal beyond the First Gate, the boy of 1883, the man of +1928, the various ancestral beings who had formed his heritage and the bulwark +of his ego, amid the nameless denizens of the other eons and other worlds which +that first hideous flash ultimate perception had identified with him. Slowly the +waves of the Being surged out in reply, trying to make plain what was almost +beyond the reach of an earthly mind. + + + + +All descended lines of beings of the finite dimensions, continued the waves, and +all stages of growth in each one of these beings, are merely manifestations of one +archetypal and eternal being in the space outside dimensions. Each local being - +son, father, grandfather, and so on - and each stage of individual being - infant, +child, boy, man - is merely one of the infinite phases of that same archetypal and +eternal being, caused by a variation in the angle of the consciousness-plane +which cuts it. Randolph Carter at all ages; Randolph Carter and all his ancestors, +both human and pre-human, terrestrial and pre-terrestrial; all these were only +phases of one ultimate, eternal "Carter" outside space and time - phantom +projections differentiated only by the angle at which the plane of consciousness +happened to cut the eternal archetype in each case. + +A slight change of angle could turn the student of today into the child of +yesterday; could turn Randolph Carter into that wizard, Edmund Carter who +fled from Salem to the hills behind Arkham in 1692, or that Pickman Carter who +in the year 2169 would use strange means in repelling the Mongol hordes from +Australia; could turn a human Carter into one of those earlier entities which had +dwelt in primal Hyperborea and worshipped black, plastic Tsathoggua after +flying down from Kythamil, the double planet that once revolved around +Arcturus; could turn a terrestrial Carter to a remotely ancestral and doubtfully +shaped dweller on Kythamil itself, or a still remoter creature of trans-galactic +Stronti, or a four- dimensioned gaseous consciousness in an older space-time +continuum, or a vegetable brain of the future on a dark, radioactive comet of +inconceivable orbit - so on, in endless cosmic cycle. + +The archetype, throbbed the waves, are the people of the Ultimate Abyss - +formless, ineffable, and guessed at only by rare dreamers on the low- +dimensioned worlds. Chief among such was this informing Being itself. . . which +indeed was Carter's own archetype. The gutless zeal of Carter and all his +forebears for forbidden cosmic secrets was a natural result of derivation from the +Supreme Archetype. On every world all great wizards, all great thinkers, all +great artists, are facets of It. + +Almost stunned with awe, and with a kind of terrifying delight, Randolph +Carter's consciousness did homage to that transcendent Entity from which it was +derived. As the waves paused again he pondered in the mighty silence, thinking +of strange tributes, stranger questions, and still stranger requests. Curious +concepts flowed conflictingly through a brain dazed with unaccustomed vistas +and unforeseen disclosures. It occurred to him that, if these disclosures were +literally true, he might bodily visit all those infinitely distant ages and parts of +the universe which he had hitherto known only in dreams, could he but +command the magic to change the angle of his consciousness-plane. And did not +the silver key supply that magic? Had it not first changed him from a man in + + + + +1928 to a boy in 1883, and then to something quite outside time? Oddly, despite +his present apparent absence of body; he knew that the key was still with him. + +While the silence still lasted, Randolph Carter radiated forth the thoughts and +questions which assailed him. He knew that in this ultimate abyss he was +equidistant from every facet of his archetype - human or non-human, terrestrial +or ertra-terrestrial, galactic or tran-galactic; and his curiosity regarding the other +phases of his being - especially those phases which were farthest from an earthly +1928 in time and space, or which had most persistently haunted his dreams +throughout life - was at fever beat He felt that his archetypal Entity could at will +send him bodily to any of these phases of bygone and distant life by changing his +consciousness-plane and despite the marvels he had undergone he burned for +the further marvel of walking in the flesh through those grotesque and incredible +scenes which visions of the night had fragmentarily brought him. + +Without definite intention be was asking the Presence for access to a dim, +fantastic world whose five multi-coloured suns, alien constellations, dizzily black +crags, clawed, tapir-snouted denizens, bizarre metal towers, unexplained +tunnels, and cryptical floating cylinders had intruded again and again upon his +slumbers. That world, he felt vaguely, was in all the conceivable cosmos the one +most freely in touch with others; and he longed to explore the vistas whose +beginnings he had glimpsed, and to embark through space to those still remoter +worlds with which the clawed, snouted denizens trafficked. There was no time +for fear. As at all crises of his strange life, sheer cosmic curiosity triumphed over +everything else. + +When the waves resumed their awesome pulsing. Carter knew that his terrible +request was granted. The Being was telling him of the nighted gulfs through +which he would have to pass of the unknown quintuple star in an unsuspected +galaxy around which the alien world revolved, and of the burrowing inner +horrors against which the clawed, snouted race of that world perpetually fought. +It told him, too, of how the angle of his personal consciousness-plane, and the +angle of his consciousness-plane regarding the space-time elements of the +sought-for world, would have to be tilted simultaneously in order to restore to +that world the Carter-facet which had dwelt there. + +The Presence wanted him to be sure of his symbols if he wished ever to return +from the remote and alien world he had chosen, and he radiated back an +impatient affirmation; confident that the silver key, which he felt was with him +and which he knew had tilted both world and personal planes in throwing him +back to 1883, contained those symbols which were meant. And now the Being, +grasping his impatience signified its readiness to accomplish the monstrous + + + + +precipitation. The waves abruptly ceased, and there supervened a momentary +stillness tense with nameless and dreadful expectancy. + +Then, without warning, came a whirring and drumming that swelled to a terrific +thundering. Once again Carter felt himself the focal point of an intense +concentration of energy which smote and hammered and seared unbearably in +the now -familiar rhythm of outer space, and which he could not classify as either +the blasting heat of a blazing star, or the all-petrifying cold of the ultimate abyss. +Bands and rays of colour utterly foreign to any spectrum of our universe played +and wove and interlaced before him, and he was conscious of a frightful velocity +of motion. He caught one fleeting glimpse of a figure sitting alone upon a cloudy +throne more hexagonal than otherwise. . . + +Chapter Six + +As the Hindoo paused in his story he saw that de Marigny and Phillips were +watching him absorbedly. Aspinwall pretended to ignore the narrative and kept +his eyes ostentatiously on the papers before him. The alien-rhythmed ticking of +the coffin-shaped clock took on a new and portentous meaning, while the fumes +from the choked, neglected tripods wove themselves into fantastic and +inexplicable shapes, and formed disturbing combinations with the grotesque +figures of the draft-swayed tapestries. The old Negro who had tended them was +gone - perhaps some growing tension had frightened him out of the house. An +almost apologetic hesitancy hampered the speaker as he resumed in his oddly +labored yet idiomatic voice. + +"You have found these things of the abyss hard to believe," he said, "but you +will find the tangible and material things ahead still barer. That is the way of our +minds. Marvels are doubly incredible when brought into three dimensions from +the vague regions of possible dream. I shall not try to tell you much - that would +be another and very different story. I will tell only what you absolutely have to +know." + +Carter, after that final vortex of alien and polychromatic rhythm, had found +himself in what for a moment he thought was his old insistent dream. He was, as +many a night before, walking amidst throngs of clawed, snouted beings through +the streets of a labyrinth of inexplicably fashioned metal under a plate of diverse +solar colour; and as he looked down he saw that his body was like those of the +others - rugose, partly squamous, and curiously articulated in a fashion mainly +insect-like yet not without a caricaturish resemblance to the human outline. The +silver key was still in his grasp, though held by a noxious-looking claw. + + + + +In another moment the dream-sense vanished, and he feh rather as one just +awakened from a dream. The ultimate abyss - the Being - the entity of absurd, +outlandish race called Randolph Carter on a world of the future not yet born - +some of these things were parts of the persistent recurrent dreams of the wizard +Zkauba on the planet Yaddith. They were too persistent - they interfered with his +duties in weaving spells to keep the frightful Dholes in their burrows, and +became mixed up with his recollections of the myriad real worlds he had visited +in light-beam envelopes. And now they had become quasi-real as never before. +This heavy, material silver key in his right upper claw, exact image of one he had +dreamt about meant no good. He must rest and reflect, and consult the tablets of +Nhing for advice on what to do. Climbing a metal wall in a lane off the main +concourse, he entered his apartment and approached the rack of tablets. + +Seven day -fractions later Zkauba squatted on his prism in awe and half despair, +for the truth had opened up a new and conflicting set of memories. Nevermore +could he know the peace of being one entity. For all time and space he was two: +Zkauba the wizard of Yaddith, disgusted with the thought of the repellent earth- +mammal Carter that he was to be and had been, and Randolph Carter, of Boston +on the Earth, shivering with fright at the clawed, mantel thing which he had once +been, and had become again. + +The time units spent on Yaddith, croaked the Swami - whose laboured voice was +beginning to show signs of fatigue - made a tale in themselves which could not +be related in brief compass. There were trips to Stronti and Mthura and Kath, +and other worlds in the twenty-eight galaxies accessible to the light-beam +envelopes of the creatures of Yaddith, and trips back and forth through eons of +time with the aid of the silver key and various other symbols known to Yaddith's +wizards. There were hideous struggles with the bleached viscous Dholes in the +primal tunnels that honeycombed the planet. There were awed sessions in +libraries amongst the massed lore of ten thousand worlds living and dead. There +were tense conferences with other minds of Yaddith, including that of the Arch- +Ancient Buo. Zkauba told no one of what had befallen his personality, but when +the Randolph Carter facet was uppermost he would study furiously every +possible means of returning to the Earth and to human form, and would +desperately practice human speech with the alien throat-organs so ill adapted to +it. + +The Carter-facet had soon learned with horror that the silver key was unable to +effect his return to human form. It was, as he deduced too late from things he +remembered, things he dreamed, and things he inferred from the lore of Yaddith, +a product of Hyperborea on Earth; with power over the personal consciousness- +angles of human beings alone. It could, however, change the planetary angle and +send the user at will through time in an unchanged body. There had been an + + + + +added spell which gave it limitless powers it otherwise lacked; but this, too, was +a human discovery - peculiar to a spatially unreachable region, and not to be +duplicated by the wizards of Yaddith. It had been written on the undecipherable +parchment in the hideously carven box with the silver key, and Carter bitterly +lamented that he had left it behind. The now inaccessible Being of the abyss had +warned him to be sure of his symbols, and had doubtless thought he lacked +nothing. + +As time wore on he strove harder and harder to utilize the monstrous lore of +Yaddith in finding a way back to the abyss and the omnipotent Entity. With his +new knowledge be could have done much toward reading the cryptic +parchment; but that power, under present conditions, was merely ironic. There +were times, however, when the Zkauba-facet was uppermost and when he strove +to erase the conflicting Carter- memories which troubled him. + +Thus long spaces of time wore on - ages longer than the brain of man could +grasp, since the beings of Yaddith die only after prolonged cycles. After many +hundreds of revolutions the Carter-facet seemed to gain on the Zkauba-facet, and +would spend vast periods calculating the distance of Yaddith in space and time +from the human Earth that was to be. The figures were staggering eons of light- +years beyond counting but the immemorial lore of Yaddith fitted Carter to grasp +such things. He cultivated the power of dreaming himself momentarily +Earthward, and learned many things about our planet that he had never known +before. But he could not dream the needed formula on the missing parchment. + +Then at last he conceived a wild plan of escape from Yaddith - which began +when be found a drug that would keep his Zkauba-facet always dormant, yet +with out dissolution of the knowledge and memories of Zkauba. He thought that +his calculations would let him perform a voyage with a light-wave envelope such +as no being of Yaddidi had ever performed - a bodily voyage through nameless +eons and across incredible galactic reaches to the solar system and the Earth +itself. + +Once on Earth, though in the body of a clawed, snouted thing, he might be able +somehow to find and finish deciphering-the strangely hieroglyphed parchment +he had left in the car at Arkham; and with its aid - and the key's - resume his +normal terrestrial semblance. + +He was not blind to the perils of the attempt. He knew that when he had brought +the planet-angle to the right eon (a thing impossible to do while hurtling through +space), Yaddith would be a dead world dominated by triumphant Dholes, and +that his escape in the light-wave envelope would be a matter of grave doubt. +Likewise was he aware of how he must achieve suspended animation, in the + + + + +manner of an adept, to endure the eon long flight through fathomless abysses. +He knew, too, that - assuming his voyage succeeded - he must immunize himself +to the bacterial and other earthly conditions hostile to a body from Yaddith. +Furthermore, he must provide a way of feigning human shape on Earth until he +might recover and decipher the parchment and resume that shape in truth. +Otherwise he would probably be discovered and destroyed by the people in +horror as a thing that should not be. And there must be some gold - luckily +obtainable on Yaddid - to tide him over that period of quest + +Slowly Carter's plans went forward. He prepared a light-wave envelope of +abnormal toughness, able to stand both the prodigious time-transition and the +unexampled flight through space. He tested all his calculations, and sent forth +his Earthward dreams again and again, bringing them as close as possible to +1928. He practiced suspended animation with marvelous success. He discovered +just the bacterial agent he needed, and worked out the varying gravity-stress to +which he must become used. He artfully fashioned a waxen mask and loose +costume enabling him to pass among men as a human being of a sort, and +devised a doubly potent spell with which to hold back the Dholes at the moment +of his starting from the dead, black Yaddith of the inconceivable future. He took +care, too, to assemble a large supply of the drugs - unobtainable on Earth - which +would keep his Zkauba-facet in abeyance till he might shed the Yaddith body, +nor did he neglect a small store of gold for earthly use. + +The starting-day was a time of doubt and apprehension. Carter climbed up to his +envelope-platform, on the pretext of sailing for the triple star Nython, and +crawled into the sheath of shining metal. He had just room to perform the ritual +of the silver key, and as he did so he slowly started the levitation of his envelope. +There was an appalling seething and darkening of the day, and hideous racking +of pain. The cosmos seemed to reel irresponsibly, and the other constellations +danced in a black sky. + +All at once Carter felt a new equilibrium. The cold of interstellar gulfs gnawed at +the outside of his envelope, and he could see that he floated free in space - the +metal building from which he had started having decayed years before. Below +him the ground was festering with gigantic Dholes; and even as he looked, one +reared up several hundred feet and leveled a bleached, viscous end at him. But +his spells were effective, and in another moment he was ailing away from +Yaddith, unharmed. + +Chapter Seven + +In that bizarre room in New Orleans, from which the old black servant had +instinctively fled, the odd voice of Swami Chandraputta grew hoarser still. + + + + +"Gentlemen," he continued, "I will not ask you to believe these things until I +have shown you special proof. Accept it, then, as a myth, when I tell you of the +thousands of light-years - thousands of years of time, and uncounted billions of +miles that Randolph Carter hurtled through space as a nameless, alien entity in a +thin envelope of electron-activated metal. He timed his period of suspended +animation with utmost care, planning to have it end only a few years before the +time of landing on the Earth in or near 1928. + +"He will never forget that awakening. Remember, gentlemen, that before that +eon long sleep he had lived consciously for thousands of terrestrial years amidst +the alien and horrible wonders of Yaddith. There was a hideous gnawing of cold, +a cessation of menacing dreams, and a glance through the eye-plates of the +envelope. Stars, clusters, nebulae, on every hand - and at last their outline bore +some kinship to the constellations of Earth that he knew. + +"Some day his descent into the solar system may be told. He saw Kynath and +Yuggoth on the rim, passed close to Neptune and glimpsed the hellish white +fungi that spot it, learned an untellable secret from the close glimpsed mists of +Jupiter, and saw the horror on one of the satellites, and gazed at the cyclopean +ruins that sprawl over Mars' ruddy disc. When the Earth drew near he saw it as a +thin crescent which swelled alarmingly in size. He slackened speed, though his +sensations of homecoming made him wish to lose not a moment. I will not try to +tell you of these sensations as I learned them from Carter. + +"Well, toward the last Carter hovered about in the Earth's upper air waiting till +daylight came over the Western Hemisphere. He wanted to land where he had +left - near the Snake Den in the hills behind Arkham. If any of you have been +away from home long - and I know one of you has - I leave it to you how the +sight of New England's rolling hills and great elms and gnarled orchards and +ancient stone walls must have affected him. + +"He came down at dawn in the lower meadow of the old Carter place, and was +thankful for the silence and solitude. It was autumn, as when he had left, and the +smell of the hills was balm to his soul. He managed to drag the metal envelope +up the slope of the timber lot into the Snake Den, though it would not go through +the weed-choked fissure to the inner cave. It was there also that he covered his +alien body with the human clothing and waxen mask which would be necessary. +He kept the envelope here for over a year, till certain circumstances made a new +hiding-place necessary. + +"He walked to Arkham - incidentally practicing the management of his body in +human posture and against terrestrial gravity - and his gold changed to money at +a bank. He also made some inquiries - posing as a foreigner ignorant of much + + + + +English - and found that the year was 1930, only two years after the goal he had +aimed at. + +"Of course, his position was horrible. Unable to assert his identity, forced to live +on guard every moment, with certain difficulties regarding food, and with a +need to conserve the alien drug which kept his Zkauba- facet dormant, he felt +that he must act as quickly as possible. Going to Boston and taking a room in the +decaying West End, where he could live cheaply and inconspicuously, he at once +established inquiries concerning Randolph Carter's estate and effects. It was then +that he learned how anxious Mr. Aspinwall, here, was to have the estate divided, +and how valiantly Mr. de Marigny and Mr. Phillips strove to keep it intact." + +The Hindoo bowed, though no expression crossed his dark, tranquil, and thickly +bearded face. + +"Indirectly," he continued, "Carter secured a good copy of the missing +parchment and began working on its deciphering. I am glad to say that I was +able to help in all this - for he appealed to me quite early, and through me came +in touch with other mystics throughout the world. I went to live with him in +Boston - a wretched place in Chambers Street. As for the parchment - I am +pleased to help Mr. de Marigny in his perplexity. To him let me say that the +language of those hieroglyphics is not Naacal, but R'lyehian, which was brought +to Earth by the spawn of Cthulhu countless ages ago. It is, of coarse, a translation +- there was an Hyperborean original millions of years earlier in the primal +tongue of Tsath-yo. + +"There was more to decipher than Carter had looked for, but at no time did he +give up hope. Early this year he made great strides through a book he imported +from Nepal, and there is no question but that he will win before long. +Unfortunately, however, one handicap has developed - the exhaustion of the +alien drug which keeps the Zkauba-facet dormant. This is not, however, as great +a calamity as was feared. Carter's personality is gaining in the body, and when +Zkauba comes upper most - for shorter and shorter periods, and now only when +evoked by some unusual excitement - he is generally too dazed to undo any of +Carter's work. He can not find the metal envelope that would take him hack to +Yaddith, for although he almost did, once. Carter hid it anew at a time when the +Zkanba-facet was wholly latent. All the harm he has done is to frighten a few +people and create certain nightmare rumors among the Poles and Lithuanians of +Boston's West End. So far, he had never injured the careful disguise prepared by +the Carter-facet, though he sometimes throws it off so that parts have to be +replaced. I have seen what lies beneath - and it is not good to see. + + + + +"A month ago Carter saw the advertisement of this meeting, and knew that he +must act quickly to save his estate. He could not wait to decipher the parchment +and resume his human form. Consequently he deputed me to act for him. + +"Gentlemen, I say to you that Randolph Carter is not dead; that he is temporarily +in an anomalous condition, but that within two or three months at the outside he +will be able to appear in proper form and demand the custody of his estate. I am +prepared to offer proof if necessary. Therefore I beg that you will adjourn this +meeting for an indefinite period." + +Chapter Eight + +De Marigny and Phillips stared at the Hindoo as if hypnotized, while Aspinwall +emitted a series of snorts and bellows. The old attorney's disgust had by now +surged into open rage and he pounded the table with an apoplectically veined fit +When he spoke, it was in a kind of bark. + +"How long is this foolery to be borne? I've listened an hour to this madman - this +faker - and now he has the damned effrontery to say Randolph Carter is alive - to +ask us to postpone the settlement for no good reason! Why don't you throw the +scoundrel out, de Marigny? Do you mean to make us all the butts of a charlatan +or idiot?" + +De Marigny quietly raised his hand and spoke softly. + +"Let us think slowly and dearly. This has been a very singular tale, and there are +things in it which I, as a mystic not altogether ignorant, recognize as far from +impossible. Furthermore - since 1930 I have received letters from the Swami +which tally with his account." + +As he paused, old Mr. Phillips ventured a word. + +"Swami Chandraputra spoke of proofs. I, too, recognize much that is significant +in this story, and I have myself had many oddly corroborative letters from the +Swami during the last two years; but some of these statements are very extreme. +Is there not something tangible which can be shown?" + +At last the impassive-faced Swami replied, slowly and hoarsely, and drawing an +object from the pocket of his loose coat as he spoke. + +"While none of you here has ever seen the silver key itself, Messrs. de Marigny +and Phillips have seen photographs of it. Does this look familiar to you?" + + + + +He fumblingly laid on the table, with his large, white-mittened hand, a heavy +key of tarnished silver - nearly five inches long, of unknown and utterly exotic +workmanship, and covered from end to end with hieroglyphs of the most bizarre +description. De Marigny and Phillips gasped. + +"That's it!" cried de Marigny. "The camera doesn't lie I couldn't be mistaken!" + +But Aspinwall had already launched a reply. + +"Fools! What does it prove? If that's really the key that belonged to my cousin, +it's up to this foreigner - this damned nigger - to explain how he got it! Randolph +Carter vanished with the key four years ago. How do we know he wasn't robbed +and murdered? He was half crazy himself, and in touch with still crazier people. + +"Look here, you nigger - where did you get that key? Did you kill Randolph +Carter?" + +The Swami's features, abnormally placid, did not change; but the remote, irisless +black eyes behind them blazed dangerously. He spoke with great difficulty. + +"Please control yourself, Mr. Aspinwall. There is another form of poof that I +could give, but its effect upon everybody would not be pleasant. Let us be +reasonable. Here are some papers obviously written since 1930, and in the +unmistakable style of Randolph Carter." + +He clumsily drew a long envelope from inside his loose coat and handed it to the +sputtering attorney as de Marigny and Phillips watched with chaotic thoughts +and a dawning feeling of supernal wonder. + +"Of course the handwriting is almost illegible - but remember that Randolph +Carter now has no hands well adapted to forming human script." + +Aspinwall looked through the papers hurriedly, and was visibly perplexed, but +he did not change his demeanor. The room was tense with excitement and +nameless dread and the alien rhythm of the coffin- shaped clock had an utterly +diabolic sound to de Marigny and Phillips, though the lawyer seemed affected +not at all. + +Aspinwall spoke again. "These look like clever forgeries. If they aren't, they may +mean that Randolph Carter has been brought under the control of people with no +good purpose. There's only one thing to do - have this faker arrested. De +Marigny, will you telephone for the police?" + + + + +"Let us wait/' answered their host. "I do not think this case calls for the police. I +have a certain idea. Mr. Aspinwall, this gentleman is a mystic of real attainments. +He says he is in the confidence of Randolph Carter. Will it satisfy you if he can +answer certain questions which could be answered only by one in such +confidence? I know Carter, and can ask such questions. Let me get a book which +I think will make a good test." + +He turned toward the door to the library, Phillips dazedly following in a kind of +automatic way. Aspinwall remained where he was, studying closely the Hindoo +who confronted him with abnormally impassive face. Suddenly, as +Chandraputra clumsily restored the silver key to his pocket the lawyer emitted a +guttural shout. + +"Hey, by Heaven I've got it! This rascal is in disguise. I don't believe he's an East +Indian at all. That face - it isn't a face, but a mask! I guess his story put that into +my head, but it's true. It never moves, and that turban and beard hide the edges. +This fellow's a common crook! He isn't even a foreigner - I've been watching his +language. He's a Yankee of some sort. And look at those mittens - he knows his +fingerprints could be spotted. Damn you, I'll pull that thing off -" + +"Stop!" The hoarse, oddly alien voice of the Swami held a tone beyond all mere +earthly fright "I told you there was another form of proof which I could give if +necessary, and I warned you not to provoke me to it. This red-faced old meddler +is right; I'm not really an East Indian. This face is a mask, and what it covers is +not human. You others have guessed - I felt that minutes ago. It wouldn't be +pleasant if I took that mask off - let it alone. Ernest, I may as well tell you that I +am Randolph Carter." + +No one moved. Aspinwall snorted and made vague motions. De Marigny and +Phillips, across the room, watched the workings of the red face and studied the +back of the turbaned figure that confronted him. The clock's abnormal ticking +was hideous and the tripod fumes and swaying arras danced a dance of death. +The half-choking lawyer broke the silence. + +"No you don't, you crook - you can't scare me! You've reasons of your own for +not wanting that mask off. Maybe we'd know who you are. Off with it - " + +As he reached forward, the Swami seized his hand with one of his own clumsily +mittened members, evoking a curious cry of mixed pain and surprise. De +Marigny started toward the two, but paused confused as the pseudo-Hindoo's +shout of protest changed to a wholly inexplicable rattling and buzzing sound. +Aspinwall's red face was furious, and with his free hand he made another lunge +at his opponent's bushy beard. This time he succeeded in getting a hold, and at + + + + +his frantic tug the whole waxen visage came loose from the turban and clung to +the lawyer's apoplectic fist. + +As it did so, Aspinwall uttered a frightful gurgling cry, and Phillips and de +Maigny saw his face convulsed with a wilder, deep and more hideous epilepsy +of stark panic than ever they had seen on human countenance before. The +pseudo-Swami had meanwhile released his other hand and was standing as if +dazed, making buzzing noises of a most abnormal quality. Then the turbaned +figure slumped oddly into a posture scarcely human, and began a curious, +fascinated sort of shuffle toward the coffin-shaped clock that ticked out its +cosmic and abnormal rhythm. His now uncovered face was turned away, and de +Marigny and Phillips could not see what the lawyer's act had disclosure. Then +their attention was turned to Aspinwall, who was sinking ponderously to the +floor. The spell was broken-but when they reached the old man he was dead. + +Turning quickly to the shuffling Swami's receding back, de Marigny saw one of +the great white mittens drop listlessly off a dangling arm. The fumes of the +olibanum were thick, and all that could be glimpsed of the revealed hand was +something long and black... Before the Creole could reach the retreating figure, +old Mr. Phillips laid a hand on his shoulder. + +"Don't!" he whispered, "We don't know what we're up against. That other facet, +you know - Zkauba, the wizard of Yaddith. . . " + +The turbaned figure had now reached the abnormal clock, and the watchers saw +though the dense fumes a blurred black claw fumbling with the tall, +hieroglyphed door. The fumbling made a queer, clicking sound. Then the figure +entered the coffin-shaped case and pulled the door shut after it. + +De Marigny could no longer be restrained, but when he reached and opened the +clock it was empty. The abnormal ticking went on, beating out the dark, cosmic +rhythm which underlies all mystical gate- openings. On the floor the great white +mitten, and the dead man with a bearded mask clutched in his hand, had +nothing further to reveal. + + + +A year passed, and nothing has been heard of Randolph Carter. His estate is still +unsettled. The Boston address from which one "Swami Chandraputra" sent +inquiries to various mystics in 1930-31-32 was indeed tenanted by a strange +Hindoo, but he left shortly before the date of the New Orleans conference and +has never been seen since. He was said to be dark, expressionless, and bearded, +and his landlord thinks the swarthy mask - which was duly exhibited - looked + + + + +very much like him. He was never, however, suspected of any connection with +the nightmare apparitions whispered of by local Slavs. The hills behind Arkham +were searched for the "metal envelope," but nothing of the sort was ever found. +However, a clerk in Arkham's First National Bank does recall a queer turbaned +man who cashed an odd bit of gold bullion in October, 1930. + +De Marigny and Phillips scarcely know what to make of the business. After all, +what was proved? + +There was a story. There was a key which might have been forged from one of +the pictures Carter had freely distributed in 1928. There were papers - all +indecisive. There was a masked stranger, but who now living saw behind the +mask? Amidst the strain and the olibanum fumes that act of vanishing in the +clock might easily have been a dual hallucination. Hindoos know much of +hypnotism. Reason proclaims the "Swami" a criminal with designs on Randolph +Carter's estate. But the autopsy said that Aspinwall had died of shock. Was it +rage alone which caused it? And some things in that story. . . + +In a vast room hung with strangely figured arras and filled with olibanum +fumes, Etienne Laurent de Marigny often sits listening with vague sensations to +the abnormal rhythm of that hieroglyphed, coffin- shaped clock. + + + + +Till A' the Seas - with R. H Barlow + +Written Jan 1935 + +Published Summer 1935 in The Californian, 3, No. 1, 3-7. + + +Upon an eroded cliff-top rested the man, gazing far across the valley. Lying thus, +he could see a great distance, but in all the sere expanse there was no visible +motion. Nothing stirred the dusty plain, the disintegrated sand of long-dry river- +beds, where once coursed the gushing streams of Earth's youth. There was little +greenery in this ultimate world, this final stage of mankind's prolonged presence +upon the planet. For unnumbered aeons the drought and sandstorms had +ravaged all the lands. The trees and bushes had given way to small, twisted +shrubs that persisted long through their sturdiness; but these, in turn, perished +before the onslaught of coarse grasses and stringy, tough vegetation of strange +evolution. + +The ever-present heat, as Earth drew nearer to the sun, withered and killed with +pitiless rays. It had not come at once; long aeons had gone before any could feel +the change. And all through those first ages man's adaptable form had followed +the slow mutation and modelled itself to fit the more and more torrid air. then +the day had come when men could bear their hot cities but ill, and a gradual +recession began, slow yet deliberate. Those towns and settlements closest to the +equator had been first, of course, but later there were others. Man, softened and +exhausted, could cope no longer with the ruthlessly mounting heat. It seared him +as he was, and evolution was too slow to mould new resistances in him. + +Yet not at first were the great cities of the equator left to the spider and the +scorpion. In the early years there were many who stayed on, devising curious +shields and armours against the heat and the deadly dryness. These fearless +souls, screening certain buildings against the encroaching sun, made miniature +worlds of marvellously ingenious things, so that for a while men persisted in the +rusting towers, hoping thereby to cling to old lands till the searing should be +over. For many would not believe what the astronomers said, and looked for a +coming of the mild olden world again. But one day the men of Dath, from the +new city of Niyara, made signals to Yuanario, their immemorially ancient capital, +and gained no answer from the few who remained therein. And when explorers +reached that millennial city of bridge- linked towers they found only silence. +There was not even the horror of corruption, for the scavenger lizards had been +swift. + + + + +Only then did the people fully realize that these cities were lost to them; know +that they must forever abandon them to nature. The other colonists in the hot +lands fled from their brave posts, and total silence reigned within the high basalt +walls of a thousand empty towns. Of the denser throngs and multitudinous +activities of the past, nothing finally remained. There now loomed against the +rainless deserts only the blistered towers of vacant houses, factories, and +structures of every sort, reflecting the sun's dazzling radiance and parching in +the more and more intolerable heat. + +Many lands, however, had still escaped the scorching blight, so that the refugees +were soon absorbed in the life of a newer world. During strangely prosperous +centuries the hoary deserted cities of the equator grew half-forgotten and +entwined with fantastic fables. Few thought of those spectral, rotting +towers... those huddles of shabby walls and cactus-choked streets, darkly silent +and abandoned. . . + +Wars came, sinful and prolonged, but the times of peace were greater. Yet always +the swollen sun increased its radiance as Earth drew closer to its fiery parent. It +was as if the planet meant to return to that source whence it was snatched, aeons +ago, through the accidents of cosmic growth. + +After a time the blight crept outward from the central belt. Southern Yarat +burned as a tenantless desert - and then the north. In Perath and Baling, those +ancient cities where brooding centuries dwelt, there moved only the scaly shapes +of the serpent and the salamander, and at last Loron echoed only to the fitful +falling of tottering spires and crumbling domes. + +Steady, universal, and inexorable was the great eviction of man from the realms +he had always known. No land within the widening stricken belt was spared; no +people left unrouted. It was an epic, a titan tragedy whose plot was unrevealed +to the actors - this wholesale desertion of the cities of men. It took not years or +even centuries, but millennia of ruthless change. And still it kept on - sullen, +inevitable, savagely devastating. + +Agriculture was at a standstill, the world fast became too arid for crops. This was +remedied by artificial substitutes, soon universally used. And as the old places +that had known the great things of mortals were left, the loot salvaged by the +fugitives grew smaller and smaller. Things of the greatest value and importance +were left in dead museums - lost amid the centuries - and in the end the heritage +of the immemorial past was abandoned. A degeneracy both physical and cultural +set in with the insidious heat. For man had so long dwelt in comfort and security +that this exodus from past scenes was difficult. Nor were these events received +phlegmatically; their very slowness was terrifying. Degradation and debauchery + + + + +were soon common; government was disorganized, and the civilization aimlessly +slid back toward barbarism. + +When, forty-nine centuries after the blight from the equatorial belt, the whole +western hemisphere was left unpeopled, chaos was complete. There was no trace +of order or decency in the last scenes of this titanic, wildly impressive migration. +Madness and frenzy stalked through them, and fanatics screamed of an +Armageddon close at hand. + +Mankind was now a pitiful remnant of the elder races, a fugitive not only from +the prevailing conditions, but from his own degeneracy. Into the northland and +the antarctic went those who could; the rest lingered for years in an incredible +saturnalia, vaguely doubting the forthcoming disasters. In the city of Borligo a +wholesale execution of the new prophets took place, after months of unfulfilled +expectations. They thought the flight to the northland unnecessary, and no +longer looked for the threatened ending. + +How they perished must have been terrible indeed - those vain, foolish creatures +who thought to defy the universe. But the blackened, scorched towers are +mute... + +These events, however, must not be chronicled - for there are larger things to +consider then this complex and unhastening downfall of a lost civilization. +During a long period morale was at lowest ebb among the courageous few who +settled upon the alien arctic and antarctic shores, now mild as were those of +southern Yarat in the long-dead past. But here there was respite. The soil was +fertile, and forgotten pastoral arts were called into use anew. There was, for a +long time, a contented little epitome of the lost lands; though here were no vast +throngs or great buildings. Only a sparse remnant of humanity survived the +aeons of change and peopled those scattered villages of the later world. + +How many millenia this continued is not known. The sun was slow in invading +this last retreat; and as the eras passed there developed a sound, sturdy race, +bearing no memories or legends of the old, lost lands. Little navigation was +practiced by this new people, and the flying machine was wholly forgotten. Their +devices were of the simplest type, and their culture was simple and primitive. +Yet they were contented, and accepted the warm climate as something natural +and accustomed. + +But unknown to these simple peasant-folk, still further rigours of nature were +slowly preparing themselves. As the generations passed, the waters of the vast +and unplumbed ocean wasted slowly away; enriching the air and the desiccated +soil, but sinking lower and lower each century. The splashing surf still glistened + + + + +bright, and the swirhng eddies were still there, but a doom of dryness hung over +the whole watery expanse. However, the shrinkage could not have been detected +save by instruments more delicate than any then known to the race. Even had the +people realized the ocean's contraction, it is not likely that any vast alarm or +great disturbace would have resulted, for the losses were so slight, and the sea so +great... Only a few inches during many centuries - but in many centuries; +increasing - + + + +So at last the oceans went, and water became a rarity on a globe of sun-baked +drought. Man had slowly spread over all the arctic and antarctic lands; the +equatorial cities, and many of later habitation, were forgotten even to legend. + +And now again the peace was disturbed, for water was scarce, and found only in +deep caverns. There was little enough, even of this; and men died of thirst +wandering in far places. Yet so slow were those deadly changes, that each new +generation of man was loath to believe what it heard from its parents. None +would admit that the heat had been less or the water more plentiful in the old +days, or take warning that days of bitterer burning and drought were to come. +Thus it was even at the end, when only a few hundred human creatures panted +for breath beneath the cruel sun; a piteous huddled handful out of all the +unnumbered millions who had once dwelt on the doomed planet. + +And the hundreds became small, till man was to be reckoned only in tens. These +tens clung to the shrinking dampness of the caves, and knew at last at the end +was near. So slight was their range that none had ever seen the tiny, fabled spots +of ice left close to the parent's poles - if indeed such remained. Even had they +existed and been known to man, none could have reached them across the +trackless and formidable deserts. And so the last pathetic few dwindled... + +It cannot be described, this awesome chain of events that depopulated the whole +Earth; the range is too tremendous for any to picture or encompass. Of the +people of Earth's fortunate ages, billions of years before, only a few prophets and +madmen could have conceived that which was to come - could have grasped +visions of the still, dead lands, and long-empty sea-beds. The rest would have +doubted... doubted alike the shadow of change upon the planet and the shadow +of doom upon the race. For man has always thought himself the immortal master +of natural things. . . + + +When he had eased the dying pangs of the old woman, Ull wandered in a fearful +daze out into the dazzling sands. She had been a fearsome thing, shrivelled and +so dry; like withered leaves. Her face had been the colour of the sickly yellow +grasses that rustled in the hot wind, and she was loathsomely old. + +But she had been a companion; someone to stammer out vague fears to, to talk to +about this incredible thing; a comrade to share one's hopes for succour from +those silent other colonies beyond the mountains. He could not believe none +lived elsewhere, for Ull was young, and not certain as are the old. + +For many years he had known none but the old woman - her name was +Mladdna. She had come that day in his eleventh year, when all the hunters went +to seek food, and did not return. Ull had no mother that he could remember, and +there were few women in the tiny group. When the men had vanished, those +three women, the young one and the two old, had screamed fearfully, and +moaned long. Then the young one had gone mad, and killed herself with a sharp +stick. The old ones buried her in a shallow hole dug with their nails, so Ull had +been alone when this still older Mladdna came. + +She walked with the aid of a knotty pole, a priceless relique of the old forests, +hard and shiny with years of use. She did not say whence she came, but +stumbled into the cabin while the young suicide was being buried. There she +waited till the two returned, and they accepted her incuriously. + +That was the way it had been for many weeks, until the two fell sick, and +Mladdna could not cure them, strange that those younger two should have been +stricken, while she, infirm and ancient, lived on. Mladdna had cared for them +many days, and at length they died, so that Ull was left with only the stranger. +He screamed all the night, so she became at length out of patience, and +threatened to die too. Then, hearkening, he became quiet at once; for he was not +desirous of complete solitude. After that he lived with Mladdna and they +gathered roots to eat. + +Mladdna's rotten teeth were ill suited to the food they gathered, but they +continued to chop it up till she could manage it. This weary routine of seeking +and eating was Ull's childhood. + +Now he was strong, and firm, in his nineteenth year, and the old woman was +dead. There was naught to stay for, so he determined at once to seek out those +fabled huts beyond the mountains, and live with the people there. There was +nothing to take on the journey. Ull closed the door of his cabin - why, he could +not have told, for no animals had been there for many years - and left the dead +woman within. Half- dazed, and fearful at his own audacity, he walked long + + + + +hours in the dry grasses, and at length reached the first of the foothills. The +afternoon came, and he climbed until he was weary, and lay down on the +grasses. Sprawled there, he thought of many things. He wondered at the strange +life, passionately anxious to seek out the lost colony beyond the mountains; but +at last he slept. + +When he awoke there was starlight on his face, and he felt refreshed. Now that +the sun was gone for a time, he travelled more quickly, eating little, and +determining to hasten before the lack of water became difficult to bear. He had +brought none; for the last people, dwelling in one place and never having +occasion to bear their precious water away, made no vessels of any kind. UU +hoped to reach his goal within a day, and thus escape thirst; so he hurried on +beneath the bright stars, running at times in the warm air, and at other times +lapsing into a dogtrot. + +So he continued until the sun arose, yet still he was within the small hills, with +three great peaks looming ahead. In their shade he rested again, then he climbed +all the morning, and at mid-day surmounted the first peak, where he lay for a +time, surveying the space before the next range. + +Upon an eroded cliff-top rested the man, gazing far across the valley. Lying thus +he could see a great distance, but in all the sere expanse there was no visible +motion. . . + +The second night came, and found UU amid the rough peaks, the valley and the +place where he had rested far behind. He was nearly out of the second range +now, and hurrying still. Thirst had come upon him that day, and he regretted his +folly. Yet he could not have stayed there with the corpse, alone in the grasslands. +He sought to convince himself thus, and hastened ever on, tiredly straining. + +And now there only a few steps before the cliff wall would part and allow a view +of the land beyond. UU stumbled wearily down the stony way, tumbling and +bruising himself even more. It was nearly before him, this land of which he had +heard tales in his youth. The way was long, but the goal was great. A boulder of +giant circumference cut off his view; upon this he scrambled anxiously. Now at +last he could behold by the sinking orb his long-sought destination, and his thirst +and aching muscles were forgotten as he saw joyfully that a small huddle of +buildings clung to the base of the farther cliff. + +UU rested not; but, spurred on by what he saw, ran and staggered and crawled +the half mile remaining. He fancied that he could detect forms among the rude +cabins. The sun was nearly gone; the hateful, devastating sun that had slain +humanity. He could not be sure of details, but soon the cabins were near. + + + + +They were very old, for clay blocks lasted long in the still dryness of the dying +world. Little, indeed, changed but the living things - the grasses and these last +men. + +Before him an open door swung upon rude pegs. In the fading ligh Ull entered, +weary unto death, seeking painfully the expected faces. + +Then he fell upon the floor and wept, for at the table was propped a dry and +ancient skeleton. + + + +He rose at last, crazed by thirst, aching unbearably, and suffering the greatest +disappointment nay mortal could know. He was, then, the last living thing upon +the globe. His the heritage of the Earth... all the lands, and all to him equally +useless. He staggered upo, not looking at the dim white form in the reflected +moonlight, and went through the door. About the empty village he wandered, +searching for water and sadly inspecting this long-empty place so spectrally +preserved by the changeless air. here there was a dwelling, there a rude place +where things had been made - clay vessels holding only dust, and nowhere any +liquid to quench his burning thirst. + +Then, in the centre of the little town, Ull saw a well-curb. He knew what it was, +for he had heard tales of such thing from Mladdna. With pitiful joy, he reeled +forward and leaned upon the edge. There, at last, was the end of his search. +Water - slimy, stagnant, and shallow, but water - before his sight. + +Ull cried out in the voice of a tortured animal, groping for the chain and bucket. +His hand slipped on the slimy edge; and he fell upon his chest across the brink. +For a moment he lay there - then soundlessly his body was precipitated down +the black shaft. + +There was a slight splash in the murky shallowness as he struck some long- +sunken stone, dislodged aeons ago from the massive coping. The disturbed +water subsided into quietness. + +And now at last the Earth was dead. The final, pitiful survivor had perished. All +the teeming billions; the slow aeons; the empires and civilizations of mankind +were summed up in this poor twisted form - and how titanically meaningless it +all had been! Now indeed had come an end and climax to all the efforts of +humanity - how monstrous and incredible a climax in the eyes of those poor +complacent fools of the prosperous days! Not ever again would the planet know +the thunderous rampaging of human millions - or even the crawling of lizards + + + + +and the buzz of insects, for they, too, had gone, now was come the reign of +sapless branches and endless fields of tough grasses. Earth, like its cold, +imperturbable moon, was given over to silence and blackness forever. + +The stars whirred on; the whole careless plan would continue for infinities +unknown. This trivial end of a negligible episode mattered not to distant nebulae +or to suns new-born, flourishing, and dying. The race of man, too puny and +momentary to have a real function or purpose, was as if it had never existed. To +such a conclusion the aeons of its farcically toilsome evolution had led. + +But when the deadly sun's first rays darted across the valley, a light found its +way to the weary face of a broken figure that lay in the slime. + + + + +Two Black Bottles - with Wilfred +Blanch Talman + +Not all of the few remaining inhabitants of Daalbergen, that dismal little village +in the Ramapo Mountains, believe that my uncle, old Dominie Vanderhoof, is +really dead. Some of them believe he is suspended somewhere between heaven +and hell because of the old sexton's curse. If it had not been for that old magician, +he might still be preaching in the little damp church across the moor. + +After what has happened to me in Daalbergen, I can almost share the opinion of +the villagers. I am not sure that my uncle is dead, but I am very sure that he is +not alive upon this earth. There is no doubt that the old sexton buried him once, +but he is not in that grave now. I can almost feel him behind me as I write, +impelling me to tell the truth about those strange happenings in Daalbergen so +many years ago. + +It was the fourth day of October when I arrived at Daalbergen in answer to a +summons. The letter was from a former member of my uncle's congregation, +who wrote that the old man had passed away and that there should be some +small estate which I, as his only living relative, might inherit. Having reached the +secluded little hamlet by a wearying series of changes on branch railways, I +found my way to the grocery store of Mark Haines, writer of the letter, and he, +leading me into a stuffy back room, told me a peculiar tale concerning Dominie +Vanderhoof's death. + +"Y' should be careful, Hoffman," Haines told me, "when y' meet that old sexton, +Abel Foster. He's in league with the devil, sure's you're alive 'Twa'n't two weeks +ago Sam Pryor, when he passed the old graveyard, beared him mumblin' t' the +dead there. 'Twa'n't right be should talk that way - an' Sam does vow that there +was a voice answered him - a kind o' half-voice, hollow and muffled-like, as +though it come out o' th' ground. There's others, too, as could tell y' about seein' +him standin' afore old Dominie Slott's grave - that one right agin' the church wall +- a-wringin' his hands an' a-talkin' t' th' moss on th' tombstone as though it was +the old Dominie himself." + +Old Foster, Haines said, had come to Daalbergen about ten years before, and had +been immediately engaged by Vanderhoof to take care of the damp stone church +at which most of the villagers worshipped. No one but Vanderhoof seemed to +like him, for his presence brought a suggestion almost of the uncanny. He would +sometimes stand by the door when the people came to church, and the men +would coldly return his servile bow while the women brushed past in haste. + + + + +holding their skirts aside to avoid touching him. He could be seen on week days +cutting the grass in the cemetery and tending the flowers around the graves, now +and then crooning and muttering to himself. And few failed to notice the +particular attention he paid to the grave of the Reverend Guilliam Slott, first +pastor of the church in 1701. + +It was not long after Foster's establishment as a village fixture that disaster began +to lower. First came the failure of the mountain mine where most of the men +worked. The vein of iron had given out, and many of the people moved away to +better localities, while those who had large holdings of land in the vicinity took +to farming and managed to wrest a meager living from the rocky hillsides. Then +came the disturbances in the church. It was whispered about that the Reverend +Johannes Vanderhoof had made a compact with the devil, and was preaching his +word in the house of God. His sermons had become weird and grotesque - +redolent with sinister things which the ignorant people of Daalbergen did not +understand. He transported them back over ages of fear and superstition to +regions of hideous, unseen spirits, and peopled their fancy with night-haunting +ghouls. One by one the congregation dwindled, while the elders and deacons +vainly pleaded with Vanderhoof to change the subject of his sermons. Though +the old man continually promised to comply, he seemed to be enthralled by +some higher power which forced him to do its will. + +A giant in stature, Johannes Vanderhoof was known to be weak and timid at +heart, yet even when threatened with expulsion he continued his eerie sermons, +until scarcely a handful of people remained to listen to him on Sunday morning. +Because of weak finances, it was found impossible to call a new pastor, and +before long not one of the villagers dared venture near the church or the +parsonage which adjoined it. Everywhere there was fear of those spectral wraiths +with whom Vanderhoof was apparently in league. + +My uncle, Mark Haines told me, had continued to live in the parsonage because +there was no one with sufficient courage to tell him to move out of it. No one +ever saw him again, but lights were visible in the parsonage at night, and were +even glimpsed in the church from time to time. It was whispered about the town +that Vanderhoof preached regularly in the church every Sunday morning, +unaware that his congregation was no longer there to listen. He had only the old +sexton, who lived in the basement of the church, to take care of him, and Foster +made a weekly visit to what remained of the business section of the village to +buy provisions. He no longer bowed servilely to everyone he met, but instead +seemed to harbor a demoniac and ill-concealed hatred. He spoke to no one +except as was necessary to make his purchases, and glanced from left to right out +of evil-filled eyes as he walked the street with his cane tapping the uneven +pavements. Bent and shriveled with extreme age, his presence could actually be + + + + +felt by anyone near him, so powerful was that personality which, said the +townspeople, had made Vanderhoof accept the devil as his master. No person in +Daalbergen doubted that Abel Foster was at the bottom of all the town's ill luck, +but not a one dared lift a finger against him, or could even approach him without +a tremor of fear. His name, as well as Vanderhoof s, was never mentioned aloud. +Whenever the matter of the church across the moor was discussed, it was in +whispers; and if the conversation chanced to be nocturnal, the whisperers would +keep glancing over their shoulders to make sure that nothing shapeless or +sinister crept out of the darkness to bear witness to their words. + +The churchyard continued to be kept just as green and beautiful as when the +church was in use, and the flowers near the graves in the cemetery were tended +just as carefully as in times gone by. The old sexton could occasionally be seen +working there, as if still being paid for his services, and those who dared venture +near said that he maintained a continual conversation with the devil and with +those spirits which lurked within the graveyard walls. + +One morning, Haines went on to say, Foster was seen digging a grave where the +steeple of the church throws its shadow in the afternoon, before the sun goes +down behind the mountain and puts the entire village in semi-twilight. Later, the +church bell, silent for months, tolled solemnly for a half-hour. And at sun-down +those who were watching from a distance saw Foster bring a coffin from the +parsonage on a wheelbarrow, dump it into the grave with slender ceremony, and +replace the earth in the hole. + +The sexton came to the village the next morning, ahead of his usual weekly +schedule, and in much better spirits than was customary. He seemed willing to +talk, remarking that Vanderhoof had died the day before, and that he had buried +his body beside that of Dominie Slott near the church wall. He smiled from time +to time, and rubbed his hands in an untimely and unaccountable glee. It was +apparent that he took a perverse and diabolic delight in Vanderhoof's death. The +villagers were conscious of an added uncanniness in his presence, and avoided +him as much as they could. With Vanderhoof gone they felt more insecure than +ever, for the old sexton was now free to cast his worst spells over the town from +the church across the moor. Muttering something in a tongue which no one +understood, Foster made his way back along the road over the swamp. + +It was then that Mark Haines remembered having heard Dominie Vanderhoof +speak of me as his nephew. Haines accordingly sent for me, in the hope that I +might know something which would clear up the mystery of my uncle's last +years. I assured my summoner, however, that I knew nothing about my uncle or +his past, except that my mother had mentioned him as a man of gigantic +physique but with little courage or power of will. + + + + +Having heard all that Haines had to tell me, I lowered the front legs of my chair +to the floor and looked at my watch. It was late afternoon. + +"How far is it out to the church?" I inquired. "Think I can make it before sunset?" + +"Sure, lad, y' ain't goin' out there t' night! Not t' that place!" The old man +trembled noticeably in every limb and half rose from his chair, stretching out a +lean, detaining hand, "Why, it's plumb foolishness!" he exclaimed. + +I laughed aside his fears and informed him that, come what may, I was +determined to see the old sexton that evening and get the whole matter over as +soon as possible. I did not intend to accept the superstitions of ignorant country +folk as truth, for I was convinced that all I had just heard was merely a chain of +events which the over-imaginative people of Daalbergen had happened to link +with their ill-luck. I felt no sense of fear or horror whatever. + +Seeing that I was determined to reach my uncle's house before nightfall, Haines +ushered me out of his office and reluctantly gave me the few required directions, +pleading from time to time that I change my mind. He shook my hand when I +left, as though he never expected to see me again. + +"Take keer that old devil, Foster, don't git ye!" he warned again and again. "I +wouldn't go near him after dark fer love n'r money. No siree!" He re-entered his +store, solemnly shaking his head, while I set out along a road leading to the +outskirts of the town. + +I had walked barely two minutes before I sighted the moor of which Haines had +spoken. The road, flanked by a whitewashed fence, passed over the great +swamp, which was overgrown with clumps of underbrush dipping down into +the dank, slimy ooze. An odor of deadness and decay filled the air, and even in +the sunlit afternoon little wisps of vapor could be seen rising from the +unhealthful spot. + +On the opposite side of the moor I turned sharply to the left, as I had been +directed, branching from the main road. There were several houses in the +vicinity, I noticed; houses which were scarcely more than huts, reflecting the +extreme poverty of their owners. The road here passed under the drooping +branches of enormous willows which almost completely shut out the rays of the +sun. The miasmal odor of the swamp was still in my nostrils, and the air was +damp and chilly. I hurried my pace to get out of that dismal tunnel as soon as +possible. + + + + +Presently I found myself in the light again. The sun, now hanging like a red ball +upon the crest of the mountain, was beginning to dip low, and there, some +distance ahead of me, bathed in its bloody iridescence, stood the lonely church. I +began to sense that uncanniness which Haines had mentioned, that feeling of +dread which made all Daalbergen shun the place. The squat, stone hulk of the +church itself, with its blunt steeple, seemed like an idol to which the tombstones +that surrounded it bowed down and worshipped, each with an arched top like +the shoulders of a kneeling person, while over the whole assemblage the dingy, +gray parsonage hovered like a wraith. + +I had slowed my pace a trifle as I took in the scene. The sun was disappearing +behind the mountain very rapidly now, and the damp air chilled me. Turning +my coat collar up about my neck, I plodded on. Something caught my eye as I +glanced up again. In the shadow of the church wall was something white - a +thing which seemed to have no definite shape. Straining my eyes as I came +nearer, I saw that it was a cross of new timber, surmounting a mound of freshly- +turned earth. The discovery sent a new chill through me. I realized that this must +be my uncle's grave, but something told me that it was not like the other graves +near it. It did not seem like a dead grave. In some intangible way it appeared to +be living, if a grave can be said to live. Very close to it, I saw as I came nearer, +was another grave - an old mound with a crumbling stone about it. Dominie +Slott's tomb, I thought, remembering Haines' story. + +There was no sign of life anywhere about the place. In the semi-twilight I +climbed the low knoll upon which the parsonage stood, and hammered upon the +door. There was no answer. I skirted the house and peered into the windows. +The whole place seemed deserted. + +The lowering mountains had made night fall with disarming suddenness the +minute the sun was fully hidden. I realized that I could see scarcely more than a +few feet ahead of me. Feeling my way carefully, I rounded a corner of the house +and paused, wondering what to do next. + +Everything was quiet. There was not a breath of wind, nor were there even the +usual noises made by animals in their nocturnal ramblings. All dread had been +forgotten for a time, but in the presence of that sepulchral calm my +apprehensions returned. I imagined the air peopled with ghastly spirits that +pressed around me, making the air almost unbreathable. I wondered, for the +hundredth time, where the old sexton might be. + +As I stood there, half expecting some sinister demon to creep from the shadows, I +noticed two lighted windows glaring from the belfry of the church. I then +remembered what Haines had told me about Foster's living in the basement of + + + + +the building. Advancing cautiously through the blackness, I found a side door of +the church ajar. + +The interior had a musty and mildewed odor. Everything I touched was covered +with a cold, clammy moistore. I struck a match and began to explore, to discover, +if I could, how to get into the belfry. Suddenly I stopped in my tracks. + +A snatch of song, loud and obscene, sung in a voice that was guttural and thick +with drink, came from above me. The match burned my fingers, and I dropped +it. Two pin-points of light pierced the darkness of the farther wall of the church, +and below them, to one side, I could see a door outlined where light filtered +through its cracks. The song stopped as abruptly as it had commenced, and there +was absolute silence again. My heart was thumping and blood raced through my +temples. Had I not been petrified with fear, I should have fled immediately. + +Not caring to light another match, I felt my way among the pews until I stood in +front of the door. So deep was the feeling of depression which had come over me +that I felt as though I were acting in a dream. My actions were almost +involuntary. + +The door was locked, as I found when I turned the knob. I hammered upon it for +some time, but there was no answer. The silence was as complete as before. +Feeling around the edge of the door, I found the hinges, removed the pins from +them, and allowed the door to fall toward me. Dim light flooded down a steep +flight of steps. There was a sickening odor of whiskey. I could now hear someone +stirring in the belfry room above. Venturing a low halloo, I thought I heard a +groan in reply, and cautiously climbed the stairs. + +My first glance into that unhallowed place was indeed startling. Strewn about +the little room were old and dusty books and manuscripts - strange things that +bespoke almost unbelievable age. On rows of shelves which reached to the +ceiling were horrible things in glass jars and bottles - snakes and lizards and bats. +Dust and mold and cobwebs encrusted everything. In the center, behind a table +upon which was a lighted candle, a nearly empty bottle of whisky, and a glass, +was a motionless figure with a thin, scrawny, wrinkled face and wild eyes that +stared blankly through me. I recognized Abel Foster the old sexton, in an instant. +He did not move or speak as I came slowly and fearfully toward him. + +"Mr. Foster?" I asked, trembling with unaccountable fear when I heard my voice +echo within the close confines of the room. There was no reply, and no +movement from the figure behind the table. I wondered if he had not drunk +himself to insensibility, and went behind the table to shake him. + + + + +At the mere touch of my arm upon his shoulder, the strange old man started +from his chair as though terrified. His eyes, still having in them that same blank +stare, were fixed upon me. Swinging his arms like flails, he backed away. + +"Don't!" he screamed. "Don't touch me! Go back - go back!" + +I saw that he was both drunk and struck with some kind of a nameless terror. +Using a soothing tone, I told him who I was and why I had come. He seemed to +understand vaguely and sank back into his chair, sitting limp and motionless. + +"I thought ye was him," he mumbled. "I thought ye was him come back fer it. +He's been a-tryin' t' get out - a-tryin' t' get out sence I put him in there." His +voice again rose to a scream and he clutched his chair. "Maybe he's got out now! +Maybe he's out!" + +I looked about, half expecting to see some spectral shape coming up the stairs. + +"Maybe who's out?" I inquired. + +"Vanderhoof!" he shrieked. "Th' cross over his grave keeps fallin' down in th' +night! Every morning the earth is loose, and gets harder t' pat down. He'll come +out an' I won't be able t' do nothin'." + +Forcing him back into the chair, I seated myself on a box near him. He was +trembling in mortal terror, with the saliva dripping from the corners of his +mouth. From time to time I felt that sense of horror which Haines had described +when he told me of the old sexton. Truly, there was something uncanny about +the man. His head had now sunk forward upon his breast, and he seemed +calmer, mumbling to himself. + +I quietly arose and opened a window to let out the fumes of whisky and the +musty odor of dead things. Light from a dim moon, just risen, made objects +below barely visible. I could just see Dominie Vanderhoof's grave from my +position in the belfry, and blinked my eyes as I gazed at it. That cross was tilted! I +remembered that it had been vertical an hour ago. Fear took possession of me +again. I turned quickly. Foster sat in his chair watching me. His glance was saner +than before. + +"So y're Vanderhoof's nephew," he mumbled in a nasal tone. "Waal, ye might's +well know it all. He'll be back after me afore long, he will jus' as soon as he can +get out o' that there grave. Ye might's well know all about it now." + + + + +His terror appeared to have left him. He seemed resigned to some horrible fate +which he expected any minute. His head dropped down upon his chest again, +and he went on muttering in that nasal monotone. + +"Ye see all them there books and papers? Waal, they was once Dominie Slott's - +Dominie Slott, who was here years ago. All them things is got t' do with magic - +black magic that th' old dominie knew afore he come t' this country. They used t' +burn 'em an' boil 'em in oil fer knowing' that over there, they did. But old Slott +knew, and he didn't go fer t' tell nobody. No sir, old Slott used to preach here +generations ago, an' he used to come up here an' study them books, an' use all +them dead things in jars, an' pronounce magic curses an' things, but he didn't let +nobody know it No, nobody knowed it but Dominie Slott an' me." + +"You?" I ejaculated, leaning across the table toward him. + +"That is, me after I learned it." His face showed lines of trickery as he answered +me. "I found all this stuff here when I come t' be church sexton, an' I used t' read +it when I wa'n't at work. An' I soon got t' know all about it." + +The old man droned on, while I listened, spellbound. He told about learning the +difficult formulae of demonology, so that, by means of incantations, he could cast +spells over human beings. He had performed horrible occult rites of his hellish +creed, calling down anathema upon the town and its inhabitants. Crazed by his +desires, he tried to bring the church under his spell, but the power of God was +too strong. Finding Johannes Vanderhoof very weak-willed, he bewitched him so +that he preached strange and mystic sermons which struck fear into the simple +hearts of the country folk. From his position in the belfry room, he said, behind a +painting of the temptation of Christ which adorned the rear wall of the church, +he would glare at Vanderhoof while he was preaching, through holes which +were the eyes of the Devil in the picture. Terrified by the uncanny things which +were happening in their midst, the congregation left one by one, and Foster was +able to do what he pleased with the church and with Vanderhoof. + +"But what did you do with him?" I asked in a hollow voice as the old sexton +paused in his confession. He burst into a cackle of laughter, throwing back his +head in drunken glee. + +"I took his soul!" he howled in a tone that set me trembling. "I took his soul and +put it in a bottle - in a little black bottle! And I buried him! Bui he ain't got his +soul, an' he can't go neither t' heaven n'r hell! But he's a-comm' back after it. +He's a-trying' t' get out o' his grave now. I can hear him pushin' his way up +through the ground, he's that strong!" + + + + +As the old man had proceeded with his story, I had become more and more +convinced that he must be telHng me the truth, and not merely gibbering in +drunkenness. Every detail fitted what Haines had told me. Fear was growing +upon me by degrees. With the old wizard now shouting with demoniac laughter, +I was tempted to bolt down the narrow stairway and leave that accursed +neighborhood. To calm myself, I rose and again looked out of the window. My +eyes nearly started from their sockets when I saw that the cross above +Vanderhoof's grave had fallen perceptibly since I had last looked at it. It was +now tilted to an angle of forty-five degrees! + +"Can't we dig up Vanderhoof and restore his soul?" I asked almost breathlessly, +feeling that something must be done in a hurry. The old man rose from his chair +in terror. + +"No, no, no!" he screamed. "He'd kill me! I've fergot th' formula, an' if he gets +out he'll be alive, without a soul. He'd kill us both!" + +"Where is the bottle that contains his soul?" I asked, advancing threateningly +toward him. I felt that some ghastly thing was about to happen, which I must do +all in my power to prevent. + +"I won't tell ye, ye young whelp!" he snarled. I felt, rather than saw, a queer light +in his eyes as he backed into a corner. "An' don't ye touch me, either, or ye'U +wish ye hadn't!" + +I moved a step forward, noticing that on a low stool behind him there were two +black bottles. Foster muttered some peculiar words in a low, singsong voice. +Everything began to turn gray before my eyes, and something within me seemed +to be dragged upward, trying to get out at my throat I felt my knees become +weak. + +Lurching forward, I caught the old sexton by the throat, and with my free arm +reached for the bottles on the stool. But the old man fell backward, striking the +stool with his foot, and one bottle fell to the floor as I snatched the other. There +was a flash of blue flame, and a sulfurous smell filled the room. From the little +heap of broken glass a white vapor rose and followed the draft out the window. + +"Curse ye, ye rascal!" sounded a voice that seemed faint and far away. Foster, +whom I had released when the bottle broke, was crouching against the wall, +looking smaller and more shriveled than before. His face was slowly turning +greenish-black. + + + + +"Curse ye!" said the voice again, hardly sounding as though it came from his +hps. "I'm done fer! That one in there was mine! Dominie Slott took it out two +hundred years ago!" + +He shd slowly toward the floor, gazing at me with hatred in eyes that were +rapidly dimming. His flesh changed from white to black, and then to yellow. I +saw with horror that his body seemed to be crumbling away and his clothing +falling into limp folds. + +The bottle in my hand was growing warm. I glanced at it, fearfully. It glowed +with a faint phosphorescence. Stiff with fright, I set it upon the table, but could +not keep my eyes from it There was an ominous moment of silence as its glow +became brighter, and then there came distinctly to my ears the sound of sliding +earth. Gasping for breath, I looked out of the window. The moon was now well +up in the sky, and by its light I could see that the fresh cross above Vanderhoof's +grave had completely fallen. Once again there came the sound of trickling gravel, +and no longer able to control myself, I stumbled down the stairs and found my +way out of doors. Falling now and then as I raced over the uneven ground, I ran +on in abject terror. When I had reached the foot of the knoll, at the entrance to +that gloomy tunnel beneath the willows, I heard a horrible roar behind me. +Turning, I glanced back toward the church. Its wall reflected the light of the +moon, and silhouetted against it was a gigantic, loathsome, black shadow +climbing from my uncle's grave and floundering gruesomely toward the church. + +I told my story to a group of villagers in Haines' store the next morning. They +looked from one to the other with little smiles during the tale, I noticed, but +when I suggested that they accompany me to the spot, gave various excuses for +not caring to go. Though there seemed to be a limit to their credulity, they cared +to run no risks. I informed them that I would go alone, though I must confess +that the project did not appeal to me. + +As I left the store, one old man with a long, white beard hurried after me and +caught my arm. + +"I'll go wi' ye, lad," he said, "It do seem that I once beared my gran'pap tell o' +su'thin' o' the sort concernin' old Dominie Slott. A queer old man I've beared he +were, but Vanderhoof's been worse." + +Dominie Vanderhoof's grave was open and deserted when we arrived. Of course +it could have been grave- robbers, the two of us agreed, and yet. . . In the belfry +the bottle which I had left upon the table was gone, though the fragments of the +broken one were found on the floor. And upon the heap of yellow dust and + + + + +crumpled clothing that had once been Abel Foster were certain immense +footprints. + +After glancing at some of the books and papers strewn about the belfry room, we +carried them down the stairs and burned them, as something unclean and +unholy. With a spade which we found in the church basement we filled in the +grave of Johannes Vanderhoof, and, as an afterthought, flung the fallen cross +upon the flames. + +Old wives say that now, when the moon is full, there walks about the +churchyard a gigantic and bewildered figure clutching a bottle and seeking some +unremembered goal. + + + + +Within the Walls of Eryx - with +Kenneth Sterling + +Written Jan 1936 + +Published October 1939 in Weird Tales, Vol. 34, No. 4, p. 50-68. + +Before I try to rest I will set down these notes in preparation for the report I must +make. What I have found is so singular, and so contrary to all past experience +and expectations, that it deserves a very careful description. + +I reached the main landing on Venus, March 18, terrestrial time; VI, 9 of the +planet's calendar. Being put in the main group under Miller, I received my +equipment - watch tuned to Venus's slightly quicker rotation - and went through +the usual mask drill. After two days I was pronounced fit for duty. + +Leaving the Crystal Company's post at Terra Nova around dawn, VI, 12, I +followed the southerly route which Anderson had mapped out from the air. The +going was bad, for these jungles are always half impassable after a rain. It must +be the moisture that gives the tangled vines and creepers that leathery toughness; +a toughness so great that a knife has to work ten minutes on some of them. By +noon it was dryer - the vegetation getting soft and rubbery so that my knife went +through it easily - but even then I could not make much speed. These Carter +oxygen masks are too heavy - just carrying one half wears an ordinary man out. +A Dubois mask with sponge-reservoir instead of tubes would give just as good +air at half the weight. + +The crystal-detector seemed to function well, pointing steadily in a direction +verifying Anderson's report. It is curious how that principle of affinity works - +without any of the fakery of the old 'divining rods' back home. There must be a +great deposit of crystals within a thousand miles, though I suppose those +damnable man-lizards always watch and guard it. Possibly they think we are just +as foolish for coming to Venus to hunt the stuff as we think they are for +grovelling in the mud whenever they see a piece of it, or for keeping that great +mass on a pedestal in their temple. I wish they'd get a new religion, for they have +no use for the crystals except to pray to. Barring theology, they would let us take +all we want - and even if they learned to tap them for power there'd be more +than enough for their planet and the earth besides. I for one am tired of passing +up the main deposits and merely seeking separate crystals out of jungle river- +beds. Sometime I'll urge the wiping out of these scaly beggars by a good stiff +army from home. About twenty ships could bring enough troops across to turn + + + + +the trick. One can't call the damned things men for all their 'cities' and towers. +They haven't any skill except building - and using swords and poison darts - and +I don't believe their so-called 'cities' mean much more than ant-hills or beaver- +dams. I doubt if they even have a real language - all the talk about psychological +communication through those tentacles down their chests strikes me as bunk. +What misleads people is their upright posture; just an accidental physical +resemblance to terrestrial man. + +I'd like to go through a Venus jungle for once without having to watch out for +skulking groups of them or dodge their cursed darts. They may have been all +right before we began to take the crystals, but they're certainly a bad enough +nuisance now - with their dart-shooting and their cutting of our water pipes. +More and more I come to believe that they have a special sense like our crystal- +detectors. No one ever knew them to bother a man - apart from long-distance +sniping - who didn't have crystals on him. + +Around 1 P.M. a dart nearly took my helmet off, and I thought for a second one +of my oxygen tubes was punctured. The sly devils hadn't made a sound, but +three of them were closing in on me. I got them all by sweeping in a circle with +my flame pistol, for even though their colour blended with the jungle, I could +spot the moving creepers. One of them was fully eight feet tall, with a snout like +a tapir's. The other two were average seven-footers. All that makes them hold +their own is sheer numbers - even a single regiment of flame throwers could +raise hell with them. It is curious, though, how they've come to be dominant on +the planet. Not another living thing higher than the wriggling akmans and +skorahs, or the flying tukahs of the other continent - unless of course those holes +in the Dionaean Plateau hide something. + +About two o'clock my detector veered westward, indicating isolated crystals +ahead on the right. This checked up with Anderson, and I turned my course +accordingly. It was harder going - not only because the ground was rising, but +because the animal life and carnivorous plants were thicker. I was always +slashing ugrats and stepping on skorahs, and my leather suit was all speckled +from the bursting darohs which struck it from all sides. The sunlight was all the +worse because of the mist, and did not seem to dry up the mud in the least. +Every time I stepped my feet sank down five or six inches, and there was a +sucking sort of blup every time I pulled them out. I wish somebody would +invent a safe kind of suiting other than leather for this climate. Cloth of course +would rot; but some thin metallic tissue that couldn't tear - like the surface of this +revolving decay-proof record scroll - ought to be feasible sometime. + +I ate about 3:30 - if slipping these wretched food tablets through my mask can be +called eating. Soon after that I noticed a decided change in the landscape - the + + + + +bright, poisonous-looking flowers shifting in colour and getting wraith-like. The +outlines of everything shimmered rhythmically, and bright points of light +appeared and danced in the same slow, steady tempo. After that the temperature +seemed to fluctuate in unison with a peculiar rhythmic drumming. + +The whole universe seemed to be throbbing in deep, regular pulsations that filled +every corner of space and flowed through my body and mind alike. I lost all +sense of equilibrium and staggered dizzily, nor did it change things in the least +when I shut my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. However, my mind +was still clear, and in a very few minutes I realized what had happened. + +I had encountered at last one of those curious mirage-plants about which so +many of our men told stories. Anderson had warned me of them, and described +their appearance very closely - the shaggy stalk, the spiky leaves, and the +mottled blossoms whose gaseous, dream-breeding exhalations penetrate every +existing make of mask. + +Recalling what happened to Bailey three years ago, I fell into a momentary panic, +and began to dash and stagger about in the crazy, chaotic world which the +plant's exhalations had woven around me. Then good sense came back, and I +realized all I need do was retreat from the dangerous blossoms - heading away +from the source of the pulsations, and cutting a path blindly - regardless of what +might seem to swirl around me - until safely out of the plant's effective radius. + +Although everything was spinning perilously, I tried to start in the right +direction and hack my way ahead. My route must have been far from straight, +for it seemed hours before I was free of the mirage- plant's pervasive influence. +Gradually the dancing lights began to disappear, and the shimmering spectral +scenery began to assume the aspect of solidity. When I did get wholly clear I +looked at my watch and was astonished to find that the time was only 4:20. +Though eternities had seemed to pass, the whole experience could have +consumed little more than a half-hour. + +Every delay, however, was irksome, and I had lost ground in my retreat from the +plant. I now pushed ahead in the uphill direction indicated by the crystal- +detector, bending every energy toward making better time. The jungle was still +thick, though there was less animal life. Once a carnivorous blossom engulfed +my right foot and held it so tightly that I had to hack it free with my knife; +reducing the flower to strips before it let go. + +In less than an hour I saw that the jungle growths were thinning out, and by five +o'clock - after passing through a belt of tree-ferns with very little underbrush - I +emerged on a broad mossy plateau. My progress now became rapid, and I saw + + + + +by the wavering of my detector-needle that I was getting relatively close to the +crystal I sought. This was odd, for most of the scattered, egg-like spheroids +occurred in jungle streams of a sort not likely to be found on this treeless upland. + +The terrain sloped upward, ending in a definite crest. I reached the top about +5:30 and saw ahead of me a very extensive plain with forests in the distance. +This, without question, was the plateau mapped by Matsugawa from the air fifty +years ago, and called on our maps 'Eryx' or the 'Erycinian Highland.' But what +made my heart leap was a smaller detail, whose position could not have been far +from the plain's exact centre. It was a single point of light, blazing through the +mist and seeming to draw a piercing, concentrated luminescence from the +yellowish, vapour-dulled sunbeams. This, without doubt, was the crystal I +sought - a thing possibly no larger than a hen's egg, yet containing enough +power to keep a city warm for a year. I could hardly wonder, as I glimpsed the +distant glow, that those miserable man-lizards worship such crystals. And yet +they have not the least notion of the powers they contain. + +Breaking into a rapid run, I tried to reach the unexpected prize as soon as +possible; and was annoyed when the firm moss gave place to a thin, singularly +detestable mud studded with occasional patches of weeds and creepers. But I +splashed on heedlessly - scarcely thinking to look around for any of the skulking +man-lizards. In this open space I was not very likely to be waylaid. As I +advanced, the light ahead seemed to grow in size and brilliancy, and I began to +notice some peculiarity in its situation. Clearly, this was a crystal of the very +finest quality, and my elation grew with every spattering step. + +It is now that I must begin to be careful in making my report, since what I shall +henceforward have to say involves unprecedented - though fortunately verifiable +- matters. I was racing ahead with mounting eagerness, and had come within a +hundred yards or so of the crystal - whose position on a sort of raised place in the +omnipresent slime seemed very odd - when a sudden, overpowering force struck +my chest and the knuckles of my clenched fists and knocked me over backward +into the mud. The splash of my fall was terrific, nor did the softness of the +ground and the presence of some slimy weeds and creepers save my head from a +bewildering jarring. For a moment I lay supine, too utterly startled to think. Then +I half mechanically stumbled to my feet and began to scrape the worst of the +mud and scum from my leather suit. + +Of what I had encountered I could not form the faintest idea. I had seen nothing +which could have caused the shock, and I saw nothing now. Had I, after all, +merely slipped in the mud? My sore knuckles and aching chest forbade me to +think so. Or was this whole incident an illusion brought on by some hidden +mirage-plant? It hardly seemed probable, since I had none of the usual + + + + +symptoms, and since there was no place near by where so vivid and typical a +growth could lurk unseen. Had I been on the earth, I would have suspected a +barrier of N-force laid down by some government to mark a forbidden zone, but +in this humanless region such a notion would have been absurd. + +Finally pulling myself together, I decided to investigate in a cautious way. +Holding my knife as far as possible ahead of me, so that it might be first to feel +the strange force, I started once more for the shining crystal - preparing to +advance step by step with the greatest deliberation. At the third step I was +brought up short by the impact of the knife - point on an apparently solid surface + +- a solid surface where my eyes saw nothing. + +After a moment's recoil I gained boldness. Extending my gloved left hands I +verified the presence of invisible solid matter - or a tactile illusion of solid matter + +- ahead of me. Upon moving my hand I found that the barrier was of substantial +extent, and of an almost glassy smoothness, with no evidence of the joining of +separate blocks. Nerving myself for further experiments, I removed a glove and +tested the thing with my bare hand. It was indeed hard and glassy, and of a +curious coldness as contrasted with the air around. I strained my eyesight to the +utmost in an effort to glimpse some trace of the obstructing substance, but could +discern nothing whatsoever. There was not even any evidence of refractive +power as judged by the aspect of the landscape ahead. Absence of reflective +power was proved by the lack of a glowing image of the sun at any point. + +Burning curiosity began to displace all other feelings, and I enlarged my +investigations as best I could. Exploring with my hands, I found that the barrier +extended from the ground to some level higher than I could reach, and that it +stretched off indefinitely on both sides. It was, then, a wall of some kind - though +all guesses as to its materials and its purpose were beyond me. Again I thought +of the mirage-plant and the dreams it induced, but a moment's reasoning put +this out of my head. + +Knocking sharply on the barrier with the hilt of my knife, and kicking at it with +my heavy boots, I tried to interpret the sounds thus made. There was something +suggestive of cement or concrete in these reverberations, though my hands had +found the surface more glassy or metallic in feel. Certainly, I was confronting +something strange beyond all previous experience. + +The next logical move was to get some idea of the wall's dimensions. The height +problem would be hard, if not insoluble, but the length and shape problem could +perhaps be sooner dealt with. Stretching out my arms and pressing close to the +barrier, I began to edge gradually to the left - keeping very careful track of the +way I faced. After several steps I concluded that the wall was not straight, but + + + + +that I was following part of some vast circle or ellipse. And then my attention +was distracted by something wholly different - something connected with the +still-distant crystal which had formed the object of my quest. + +I have said that even from a great distance the shining object's position seemed +indefinably queer - on a slight mound rising from the slime. Now - at about a +hundred yards - I could see plainly despite the engulfing mist just what that +mound was. It was the body of a man in one of the Crystal Company's leather +suits, lying on his back, and with his oxygen mask half buried in the mud a few +inches away. In his right hand, crushed convulsively against his chest, was the +crystal which had led me here - a spheroid of incredible size, so large that the +dead fingers could scarcely close over it. Even at the given distance I could see +that the body was a recent one. There was little visible decay, and I reflected that +in this climate such a thing meant death not more than a day before. Soon the +hateful farnoth-flies would begin to cluster about the corpse. I wondered who the +man was. Surely no one I had seen on this trip. It must have been one of the old- +timers absent on a long roving commission, who had come to this especial region +independently of Anderson's survey. There he lay, past all trouble, and with the +rays of the great crystal streaming out from between his stiffened fingers. + +For fully five minutes I stood there staring in bewilderment and apprehension. A +curious dread assailed me, and I had an unreasonable impulse to run away. It +could not have been done by those slinking man- lizards, for he still held the +crystal he had found. Was there any connexion with the invisible wall? Where +had he found the crystal? Anderson's instrument had indicated one in this +quarter well before this man could have perished. I now began to regard the +unseen barrier as something sinister, and recoiled from it with a shudder. Yet I +knew I must probe the mystery all the more quickly and thoroughly because of +this recent tragedy. + +Suddenly - wrenching my mind back to the problem I faced - I thought of a +possible means of testing the wall's height, or at least of finding whether or not it +extended indefinitely upward. Seizing a handful of mud, I let it drain until it +gained some coherence and then flung it high in the air toward the utterly +transparent barrier. At a height of perhaps fourteen feet it struck the invisible +surface with a resounding splash, disintegrating at once and oozing downward +in disappearing streams with surprising rapidity. Plainly, the wall was a lofty +one. A second handful, hurled at an even sharper angle, hit the surface about +eighteen feet from the ground and disappeared as quickly as the first. + +I now summoned up all my strength and prepared to throw a third handful as +high as I possibly could. Letting the mud drain, and squeezing it to maximum +dryness, I flung it up so steeply that I feared it might not reach the obstructing + + + + +surface at all. It did, however, and this time it crossed the barrier and fell in the +mud beyond with a violent spattering. At last I had a rough idea of the height of +the wall, for the crossing had evidently occurred some twenty or twenty-one feet +aloft. + +With a nineteen - or twenty-foot vertical wall of glassy flatness, ascent was +clearly impossible. I must, then, continue to circle the barrier in the hope of +finding a gate, an ending, or some sort of interruption. Did the obstacle form a +complete round or other closed figure, or was it merely an arc or semi-circle? +Acting on my decision, I resumed my slow leftward circling, moving my hands +up and down over the unseen surface on the chance of finding some window or +other small aperture. Before starting, I tried to mark my position by kicking a +hole in the mud, but found the slime too thin to hold any impression. I did, +though, gauge the place approximately by noting a tall cycad in the distant forest +which seemed just on a line with the gleaming crystal a hundred yards away. If +no gate or break existed I could now tell when I had completely circumnavigated +the wall. + +I had not progressed far before I decided that the curvature indicated a circular +enclosure of about a hundred yards' diameter - provided the outline was regular. +This would mean that the dead man lay near the wall at a point almost opposite +the region where I had started. Was he just inside or just outside the enclosure? +This I would soon ascertain. + +As I slowly rounded the barrier without finding any gate, window, or other +break, I decided that the body was lying within. On closer view the features of +the dead man seemed vaguely disturbing. I found something alarming in his +expression, and in the way the glassy eyes stared. By the time I was very near I +believed I recognized him as Dwight, a veteran whom I had never known, but +who was pointed out to me at the post last year. The crystal he clutched was +certainly a prize - the largest single specimen I had ever seen. + +I was so near the body that I could - but for the barrier - have touched it, when +my exploring left hand encountered a corner in the unseen surface. In a second I +had learned that there was an opening about three feet wide, extending from the +ground to a height greater than I could reach. There was no door, nor any +evidence of hingemarks bespeaking a former door. Without a moment's +hesitation I stepped through and advanced two paces to the prostrate body - +which lay at right angles to the hallway I had entered, in what seemed to be an +intersecting doorless corridor. It gave me a fresh curiosity to find that the interior +of this vast enclosure was divided by partitions. + + + + +Bending to examine the corpse, I discovered that it bore no wounds. This +scarcely surprised me, since the continued presence of the crystal argued against +the pseudo-reptilian natives. Looking about for some possible cause of death, my +eyes lit upon the oxygen mask lying close to the body's feet. Here, indeed, was +something significant. Without this device no human being could breathe the air +of Venus for more than thirty seconds, and Dwight - if it were he - had obviously +lost his. Probably it had been carelessly buckled, so that the weight of the tubes +worked the straps loose - a thing which could not happen with a Dubois sponge- +reservoir mask. The half-minute of grace had been too short to allow the man to +stoop and recover his protection - or else the cyanogen content of the atmosphere +was abnormally high at the time. Probably he had been busy admiring the crystal +- wherever he may have found it. He had, apparently, just taken it from the +pouch in his suit, for the flap was unbuttoned. + +I now proceeded to extricate the huge crystal from the dead prospector's fingers - +a task which the body's stiffness made very difficult. The spheroid was larger +than a man's fist, and glowed as if alive in the reddish rays of the weltering sun. +As I touched the gleaming surface I shuddered involuntarily - as if by taking this +precious object I had transferred to myself the doom which had overtaken its +earlier bearer. However, my qualms soon passed, and I carefully buttoned the +crystal into the pouch of my leather suit. Superstition has never been one of my +failings. + +Placing the man's helmet over his dead, staring face, I straightened up and +stepped back through the unseen doorway to the entrance hall of the great +enclosure. All my curiosity about the strange edifice now returned, and I racked +my brains with speculations regarding its material, origin, and purpose. That the +hands of men had reared it I could not for a moment believe. Our ships first +reached Venus only seventy-two years ago, and the only human beings on the +planet have been those at Terra Nova. Nor does human knowledge include any +perfectly transparent, non-refractive solid such as the substance of this building. +Prehistoric human invasions of Venus can be pretty well ruled out, so that one +must turn to the idea of native construction. Did a forgotten race of highly- +evolved beings precede the man-lizards as masters of Venus? Despite their +elaborately-built cities, it seemed hard to credit the pseudo-reptiles with +anything of this kind. There must have been another race aeons ago, of which +this is perhaps the last relique. Or will other ruins of kindred origin be found by +future expeditions? The purpose of such a structure passes all conjecture - but its +strange and seemingly non-practical material suggests a religious use. + +Realizing my inability to solve these problems, I decided that all I could do was +to explore the invisible structure itself. That various rooms and corridors +extended over the seemingly unbroken plain of mud I felt convinced; and I + + + + +believed that a knowledge of their plan might lead to something significant. So, +feeling my way back through the doorway and edging past the body, I began to +advance along the corridor toward those interior regions whence the dead man +had presumably come. Later on I would investigate the hallway I had left. + +Groping like a blind man despite the misty sunlight, I moved slowly onward. +Soon the corridor turned sharply and began to spiral in toward the centre in +ever-diminishing curves. Now and then my touch would reveal a doorless +intersecting passage, and I several times encountered junctions with two, three, +and four diverging avenues. In these latter cases I always followed the inmost +route, which seemed to form a continuation of the one I had been traversing. +There would be plenty of time to examine the branches after I had reached and +returned from the main regions. I can scarcely describe the strangeness of the +experience - threading the unseen ways of an invisible structure reared by +forgotten hands on an alien planet! + +At last, still stumbling and groping, I felt the corridor end in a sizeable open +space. Fumbling about, I found I was in a circular chamber about ten feet across; +and from the position of the dead man against certain distant forest landmarks I +judged that this chamber lay at or near the centre of the edifice. Out of it opened +five corridors besides the one through which I had entered, but I kept the latter +in mind by sighting very carefully past the body to a particular tree on the +horizon as I stood just within the entrance. + +There was nothing in this room to distinguish it - merely the floor of thin mud +which was everywhere present. Wondering whether this part of the building had +any roof, I repeated my experiment with an upward-flung handful of mud, and +found at once that no covering existed. If there had ever been one, it must have +fallen long ago, for not a trace of debris or scattered blocks ever halted my feet. +As I reflected, it struck me as distinctly odd that this apparently primordial +structure should be so devoid of tumbling masonry, gaps in the walls, and other +common attributes of dilapidation. + +What was it? What had it ever been? Of what was it made? Why was there no +evidence of separate blocks in the glassy, bafflingly homogenous walls? Why +were there no traces of doors, either interior or exterior? I knew only that I was in +a round, roofless, doorless edifice of some hard, smooth, perfectly transparent, +non-refractive and non-reflective material, a hundred yards in diameter, with +many corridors, and with a small circular room at the centre. More than this I +could never learn from a direct investigation. + +I now observed that the sun was sinking very low in the west - a golden-ruddy +disc floating in a pool of scarlet and orange above the mist-clouded trees of the + + + + +horizon. Plainly, I would have to hurry if I expected to choose a sleeping-spot on +dry ground before dark. I had long before decided to camp for the night on the +firm, mossy rim of the plateau near the crest whence I had first spied the shining +crystal, trusting to my usual luck to save me from an attack by the man-lizards. It +has always been my contention that we ought to travel in parties of two or more, +so that someone can be on guard during sleeping hours, but the really small +number of night attacks makes the Company careless about such things. Those +scaly wretches seem to have difficulty in seeing at night, even with curious glow +torches. + +Having picked out again the hallway through which I had come, I started to +return to the structure's entrance. Additional exploration could wait for another +day. Groping a course as best I could through the spiral corridors - with only +general sense, memory, and a vague recognition of some of the ill-defined weed +patches on the plain as guides - I soon found myself once more in close proximity +to the corpse. There were now one or two farnoth flies swooping over the +helmet-covered face, and I knew that decay was setting in. With a futile +instinctive loathing I raised my hand to brush away his vanguard of the +scavengers - when a strange and astonishing thing became manifest. An invisible +wall, checking the sweep of my arm, told me that - notwithstanding my careful +retracing of the way - I had not indeed returned to the corridor in which the +body lay. Instead, I was in a parallel hallway, having no doubt taken some +wrong turn or fork among the intricate passages behind. + +Hoping to find a doorway to the exit hall ahead, I continued my advance, but +presently came to a blank wall. I would, then, have to return to the central +chamber and steer my course anew. Exactly where I had made my mistake I +could not tell. I glanced at the ground to see if by any miracle guiding footprints +had remained, but at once realized that the thin mud held impressions only for a +very few moments. There was little difficulty in finding my way to the centre +again, and once there I carefully reflected on the proper outward course. I had +kept too far to the right before. This time I must take a more leftward fork +somewhere - just where, I could decide as I went. + +As I groped ahead a second time I felt quite confident of my correctness, and +diverged to the left at a junction I was sure I remembered. The spiralling +continued, and I was careful not to stray into any intersecting passages. Soon, +however, I saw to my disgust that I was passing the body at a considerable +distance; this passage evidently reached the outer wall at a point much beyond it. +In the hope that another exit might exist in the half of the wall I had not yet +explored, I pressed forward for several paces, but eventually came once more to +a solid barrier. Clearly, the plan of the building was even more complicated than +I had thought. + + + + +I now debated whether to return to the centre again or whether to try some of the +lateral corridors extending toward the body. If I chose this second alternative, I +would run the risk of breaking my mental pattern of where I was; hence I had +better not attempt it unless I could think of some way of leaving a visible trail +behind me. Just how to leave a trail would be quite a problem, and I ransacked +my mind for a solution. There seemed to be nothing about my person which +could leave a mark on anything, nor any material which I could scatter - or +minutely subdivide and scatter. + +My pen had no effect on the invisible wall, and I could not lay a trail of my +precious food tablets. Even had I been willing to spare the latter, there would not +have been even nearly enough - besides which the small pellets would have +instantly sunk from sight in the thin mud. I searched my pockets for an old- +fashioned note-book - often used unofficially on Venus despite the quick rotting- +rate of paper in the planet's atmosphere - whose pages I could tear up and +scatter, but could find none. It was obviously impossible to tear the tough, thin +metal of this revolving decay -proof record scroll, nor did my clothing offer any +possibilities. In Venus's peculiar atmosphere I could not safely spare my stout +leather suit, and underwear had been eliminated because of the climate. + +I tried to smear mud on the smooth, invisible walls after squeezing it as dry as +possible, but found that it slipped from sight as quickly as did the height-testing +handfuls I had previously thrown. Finally I drew out my knife and attempted to +scratch a line on the glassy, phantom surface - something I could recognize with +my hand, even though I would not have the advantage of seeing it from afar. It +was useless, however, for the blade made not the slightest impression on the +baffling, unknown material. + +Frustrated in all attempts to blaze a trail, I again sought the round central +chamber through memory. It seemed easier to act back to this room than to steer +a definite, predetermined course away from it, and I had little difficulty in +finding it anew. This time I listed on my record scroll every turn I made - +drawing a crude hypothetical diagram of my route, and marking all diverging +corridors. It was, of course, maddeningly slow work when everything had to be +determined by touch, and the possibilities of error were infinite; but I believed it +would pay in the long run. + +The long twilight of Venus was thick when I reached the central room, but I still +had hopes of gaining the outside before dark. Comparing my fresh diagram with +previous recollections, I believed I had located my original mistake, so once more +set out confidently along the invisible hall-ways. I veered further to the left than +during my previous attempts, and tried to keep track of my turnings on the +records scroll in case I was still mistaken. In the gathering dusk I could see the + + + + +dim line of the corpse, now the centre of a loathsome cloud of farnoth-flies. +Before long, no doubt, the mud-dwelling sificlighs would be oozing in from the +plain to complete the ghastly work. Approaching the body with some reluctance +I was preparing to step past it when a sudden collision with a wall told me I was +again astray. + +I now realized plainly that I was lost. The complications of this building were too +much for offhand solution, and I would probably have to do some careful +checking before I could hope to emerge. Still, I was eager to get to dry ground +before total darkness set in; hence I returned once more to the centre and began a +rather aimless series of trials and errors - making notes by the light of my electric +lamp. When I used this device I noticed with interest that it produced no +reflection - not even the faintest glistening - in the transparent walls around me. I +was, however, prepared for this; since the sun had at no time formed a gleaming +image in the strange material. + +I was still groping about when the dusk became total. A heavy mist obscured +most of the stars and planets, but the earth was plainly visible as a glowing, +bluish-green point in the southeast. It was just past opposition, and would have +been a glorious sight in a telescope. I could even make out the moon beside it +whenever the vapours momentarily thinned. It was now impossible to see the +corpse - my only landmark - so I blundered back to the central chamber after a +few false turns. After all, I would have to give up hope of sleeping on dry +ground. Nothing could be done till daylight, and I might as well make the best of +it here. Lying down in the mud would not be pleasant, but in my leather suit it +could be done. On former expeditions I had slept under even worse conditions, +and now sheer exhaustion would help to conquer repugnance. + +So here I am, squatting in the slime of the central room and making these notes +on my record scroll by the light of the electric lamp. There is something almost +humorous in my strange, unprecedented plight. Lost in a building without doors +- a building which I cannot see! I shall doubtless get out early in the morning, +and ought to be back at Terra Nova with the crystal by late afternoon. It certainly +is a beauty - with surprising lustre even in the feeble light of this lamp. I have +just had it out examining it. Despite my fatigue, sleep is slow in coming, so I find +myself writing at great length. I must stop now. Not much danger of being +bothered by those cursed natives in this place. The thing I like least is the corpse - +but fortunately my oxygen mask saves me from the worst effects. I am using the +chlorate cubes very sparingly. Will take a couple of food tablets now and turn in. +More later. + +LATER - AFTERNOON, VI, 13 + + + + +There has been more trouble than I expected. I am still in the building, and will +have to work quickly and wisely if I expect to rest on dry ground tonight. It took +me a long time to get to sleep, and I did not wake till almost noon today. As it +was, I would have slept longer but for the glare of the sun through the haze. The +corpse was a rather bad sight - wriggling with sificlighs, and with a cloud of +farnoth-flies around it. Something had pushed the helmet away from the face, +and it was better not to look at it. I was doubly glad of my oxygen mask when I +thought of the situation. + +At length I shook and brushed myself dry, took a couple of food tablets, and put +a new potassium chlorate cube in the electrolyser of the mask. I am using these +cubes slowly, but wish I had a larger supply. I felt much better after my sleep, +and expected to get out of the building very shortly. + +Consulting the notes and sketches I had jotted down, I was impressed by the +complexity of the hallways, and by the possibility that I had made a fundamental +error. Of the six openings leading out of the central space, I had chosen a certain +one as that by which I had entered - using a sighting-arrangement as a guide. +When I stood just within the opening, the corpse fifty yards away was exactly in +line with a particular lepidodendron in the far-off forest. Now it occurred to me +that this sighting might not have been of sufficient accuracy - the distance of the +corpse making its difference of direction in relation to the horizon comparatively +slight when viewed from the openings next to that of my first ingress. Moreover, +the tree did not differ as distinctly as it might from other lepidodendra on the +horizon. + +Putting the matter to a test, I found to my chagrin that I could not be sure which +of three openings was the right one. Had I traversed a different set of windings at +each attempted exit? This time I would be sure. It struck me that despite the +impossibility of trail-blazing there was one marker I could leave. Though I could +not spare my suit, I could - because of my thick head of hair - spare my helmet; +and this was large and light enough to remain visible above the thin mud. +Accordingly I removed the roughly hemi-spherical device and laid it at the +entrance of one of the corridors - the right-hand one of the three I must try. + +I would follow this corridor on the assumption that it was correct; repeating +what I seemed to recall as the proper turns, and constantly consulting and +making notes. If I did not get out, I would systematically exhaust all possible +variations; and if these failed, I would proceed to cover the avenues extending +from the next opening in the same way - continuing to the third opening if +necessary. Sooner or later I could not avoid hitting the right path to the exit, but I +must use patience. Even at worst, I could scarcely fail to reach the open plain in +time for a dry night's sleep. + + + + +Immediate results were rather discouraging, though they helped me eliminate +the right-hand opening in little more than an hour. Only a succession of blind +alleys, each ending at a great distance from the corpse, seemed to branch from +this hallway; and I saw very soon that it had not figured at all in the previous +afternoon's wanderings. As before, however, I always found it relatively easy to +grope back to the central chamber. + +About 1 P.M. I shifted my helmet marker to the next opening and began to +explore the hallways beyond it. At first I thought I recognized the turnings, but +soon found myself in a wholly unfamiliar set of corridors. I could not get near +the corpse, and this time seemed cut off from the central chamber as well, even +though I thought I had recorded every move I made. There seemed to be tricky +twists and crossings too subtle for me to capture in my crude diagrams, and I +began to develop a kind of mixed anger and discouragement. While patience +would of course win in the end, I saw that my searching would have to be +minute, tireless and long-continued. + +Two o'clock found me still wandering vainly through strange corridors - +constantly feeling my way, looking alternately at my helmet and at the corpse, +and jotting data on my scroll with decreasing confidence. I cursed the stupidity +and idle curiosity which had drawn me into this tangle of unseen walls - +reflecting that if I had let the thing alone and headed back as soon as I had taken +the crystal from the body, I would even now be safe at Terra Nova. + +Suddenly it occurred to me that I might be able to tunnel under the invisible +walls with my knife, and thus effect a short cut to the outside - or to some +outward-leading corridor. I had no means of knowing how deep the building's +foundations were, but the omnipresent mud argued the absence of any floor save +the earth. Facing the distant and increasingly horrible corpse, I began a course of +feverish digging with the broad, sharp blade. + +There was about six inches of semi-liquid mud, below which the density of the +soil increased sharply. This lower soil seemed to be of a different colour - a +greyish clay rather like the formations near Venus's north pole. As I continued +downward close to the unseen barrier I saw that the ground was getting harder +and harder. Watery mud rushed into the excavation as fast as I removed the clay, +but I reached through it and kept on working. If I could bore any kind of a +passage beneath the wall, the mud would not stop my wriggling out. + +About three feet down, however, the hardness of the soil halted my digging +seriously. Its tenacity was beyond anything I had encountered before, even on +this planet, and was linked with an anomalous heaviness. My knife had to split +and chip the tightly packed clay, and the fragments I brought up were like solid + + + + +stones or bits of metal. Finally even this splitting and chipping became +impossible, and I had to cease my work with no lower edge of wall in reach. + +The hour-long attempt was a wasteful as well as futile one, for it used up great +stores of my energy and forced me both to take an extra food tablet, and to put +an additional chlorate cube in the oxygen mask. It has also brought a pause in the +day's gropings, for I am still much too exhausted to walk. After cleaning my +hands and arms of the worst of the mud I sat down to write these notes - leaning +against an invisible wall and facing away from the corpse. + +That body is simply a writhing mass of vermin now - the odour has begun to +draw some of the slimy akmans from the far-off jungle. I notice that many of the +efjeh-weeds on the plain are reaching out necrophagous feelers toward the thing; +but I doubt if any are long enough to reach it. I wish some really carnivorous +organisms like the skorahs would appear, for then they might scent me and +wriggle a course through the building toward me. Things like that have an odd +sense of direction. I could watch them as they came, and jot down their +approximate route if they failed to form a continuous line. Even that would be a +great help. When I met any the pistol would make short work of them. + +But I can hardly hope for as much as that. Now that these notes are made I shall +rest a while longer, and later will do some more groping. As soon as I get back to +the central chamber - which ought to be fairly easy - I shall try the extreme left- +hand opening. Perhaps I can get outside by dusk after all. + +NIGHT - VI, 13 + +New trouble. My escape will be tremendously difficult, for there are elements I +had not suspected. Another night here in the mud, and a fight on my hands +tomorrow. I cut my rest short and was up and groping again by four o'clock. +After about fifteen minutes I reached the central chamber and moved my helmet +to mark the last of the three possible doorways. Starting through this opening, I +seemed to find the going more familiar, but was brought up short less than five +minutes by a sight that jolted me more than I can describe. + +It was a group of four or five of those detestable man-lizards emerging from the +forest far off across the plain. I could not see them distinctly at that distance, but +thought they paused and turned toward the trees to gesticulate, after which they +were joined by fully a dozen more. The augmented party now began to advance +directly toward the invisible building, and as they approached I studied them +carefully. I had never before had a close view of the things outside the steamy +shadows of the jungle. + + + + +The resemblance to reptiles was perceptible, though I knew it was only an +apparent one, since these beings have no point of contact with terrestrial life. +When they drew nearer they seemed less truly reptilian - only the flat head and +the green, slimy, frog-like skin carrying out the idea. They walked erect on their +odd, thick stumps, and their suction-discs made curious noises in the mud. These +were average specimens, about seven feet in height, and with four long, ropy +pectoral tentacles. The motions of those tentacles - if the theories of Fogg, Ekberg, +and Janat are right, which I formerly doubted but am now more ready to believe +- indicate that the things were in animated conversation. + +I drew my flame pistol and was ready for a hard fight. The odds were bad, but +the weapon gave me a certain advantage. If the things knew this building they +would come through it after me, and in this way would form a key to getting +out; just as carnivorous skorahs might have done. That they would attack me +seemed certain; for even though they could not see the crystal in my pouch, they +could divine its presence through that special sense of theirs. + +Yet, surprisingly enough, they did not attack me. Instead they scattered and +formed a vast circle around me - at a distance which indicated that they were +pressing close to the unseen wall. Standing there in a ring, the beings stared +silently and inquisitively at me, waving their tentacles and sometimes nodding +their heads and gesturing with their upper limbs. After a while I saw others issue +from the forest, and these advanced and joined the curious crowd. Those near +the corpse looked briefly at it but made no move to disturb it. It was a horrible +sight, yet the man-lizards seemed quite unconcerned. Now and then one of them +would brush away the farnoth-flies with its limbs or tentacles, or crush a +wriggling sificligh or akman, or an out-reaching efjeh-weed, with the suction +discs on its stumps. + +Staring back at these grotesque and unexpected intruders, and wondering +uneasily why they did not attack me at once, I lost for the time being the will- +power and nervous energy to continue my search for a way out. Instead I leaned +limply against the invisible wall of the passage where I stood, letting my wonder +merge gradually into a chain of the wildest speculations. A hundred mysteries +which had previously baffled me seemed all at once to take on a new and sinister +significance, and I trembled with an acute fear unlike anything I had experienced +before. + +I believed I knew why these repulsive beings were hovering expectantly around +me. I believed, too, that I had the secret of the transparent structure at last. The +alluring crystal which I had seized, the body of the man who had seized it before +me - all these things began to acquire a dark and threatening meaning. + + + + +It was no common series of mischances which had made me lose my way in this +roofless, unseen tangle of corridors. Far from it. Beyond doubt, the place was a +genuine maze - a labyrinth deliberately built by these hellish things whose craft +and mentality I had so badly underestimated. Might I not have suspected this +before, knowing of their uncanny architectural skill? The purpose was all too +plain. It was a trap - a trap set to catch human beings, and with the crystal +spheroid as bait. These reptilian things, in their war on the takers of crystals, had +turned to strategy and were using our own cupidity against us. + +Dwight - if this rotting corpse were indeed he - was a victim. He must have been +trapped some time ago, and had failed to find his way out. Lack of water had +doubtless maddened him, and perhaps he had run out of chlorate cubes as well. +Probably his mask had not slipped accidentally after all. Suicide was a likelier +thing. Rather than face a lingering death he had solved the issue by removing the +mask deliberately and letting the lethal atmosphere do its work at once. The +horrible irony of his fate lay in his position - only a few feet from the saving exit +he had failed to find. One minute more of searching and he would have been +safe. + +And now I was trapped as he had been. Trapped, and with this circling herd of +curious starers to mock at my predicament. The thought was maddening, and as +it sank in I was seized with a sudden flash of panic which set me running +aimlessly through the unseen hallways. For several moments I was essentially a +maniac - stumbling, tripping, bruising myself on the invisible walls, and finally +collapsing in the mud as a panting, lacerated heap of mindless, bleeding flesh. + +The fall sobered me a bit, so that when I slowly struggled to my feet I could +notice things and exercise my reason. The circling watchers were swaying their +tentacles in an odd, irregular way suggestive of sly, alien laughter, and I shook +my fist savagely at them as I rose. My gesture seemed to increase their hideous +mirth - a few of them clumsily imitating it with their greenish upper limbs. +Shamed into sense, I tried to collect my faculties and take stock of the situation. + +After all, I was not as badly off as Dwight has been. Unlike him, I knew what the +situation was - and forewarned is forearmed. I had proof that the exit was +attainable in the end, and would not repeat his tragic act of impatient despair. +The body - or skeleton, as it would soon be - was constantly before me as a guide +to the sought-for aperture, and dogged patience would certainly take me to it if I +worked long and intelligently enough. + +I had, however, the disadvantage of being surrounded by these reptilian devils. +Now that I realized the nature of the trap - whose invisible material argued a +science and technology beyond anything on earth - I could no longer discount + + + + +the mentality and resources of my enemies. Even with my flame-pistol I would +have a bad time getting away - though boldness and quickness would doubtless +see me through in the long run. + +But first I must reach the exterior - unless I could lure or provoke some of the +creatures to advance toward me. As I prepared my pistol for action and counted +over my generous supply of ammunition it occurred to me to try the effect of its +blasts on the invisible walls. Had I overlooked a feasible means of escape? There +was no clue to the chemical composition of the transparent barrier, and +conceivably it might be something which a tongue of fire could cut like cheese. +Choosing a section facing the corpse, I carefully discharged the pistol at close +range and felt with my knife where the blast had been aimed. Nothing was +changed. I had seen the flame spread when it struck the surface, and now I +realized that my hope had been vain. Only a long, tedious search for the exit +would ever bring me to the outside. + +So, swallowing another food tablet and putting another cube in the elecrolyser of +my mask, I recommenced the long quest; retracing my steps to the central +chamber and starting out anew. I constantly consulted my notes and sketches, +and made fresh ones - taking one false turn after another, but staggering on in +desperation till the afternoon light grew very dim. As I persisted in my quest I +looked from time to time at the silent circle of mocking stares, and noticed a +gradual replacement in their ranks. Every now and then a few would return to +the forest, while others would arrive to take their places. The more I thought of +their tactics the less I liked them, for they gave me a hint of the creatures' +possible motives. At any time these devils could have advanced and fought me, +but they seemed to prefer watching my struggles to escape. I could not but infer +that they enjoyed the spectacle - and this made me shrink with double force from +the prospect of falling into their hands. + +With the dark I ceased my searching, and sat down in the mud to rest. Now I am +writing in the light of my lamp, and will soon try to get some sleep. I hope +tomorrow will see me out; for my canteen is low, and lacol tablets are a poor +substitute for water. I would hardly dare to try the moisture in this slime, for +none of the water in the mud-regions is potable except when distilled. That is +why we run such long pipe lines to the yellow clay regions - or depend on rain- +water when those devils find and cut our pipes. I have none too many chlorate +cubes either, and must try to cut down my oxygen consumption as much as I +can. My tunnelling attempt of the early afternoon, and my later panic flight, +burned up a perilous amount of air. Tomorrow I will reduce physical exertion to +the barest minimum until I meet the reptiles and have to deal with them. I must +have a good cube supply for the journey back to Terra Nova. My enemies are still + + + + +on hand; I can see a circle of their feeble glow-torches around me. There is a +horror about those lights which will keep me awake. + +NIGHT - VI, 14 + +Another full day of searching and still no way out! I am beginning to be worried +about the water problem, for my canteen went dry at noon. In the afternoon +there was a burst of rain, and I went back to the central chamber for the helmet +which I had left as a marker - using this as a bowl and getting about two cupfuls +of water. I drank most of it, but have put the slight remainder in my canteen. +Lacol tablets make little headway against real thirst, and I hope there will be +more rain in the night. I am leaving my helmet bottom up to catch any that falls. +Food tablets are none too plentiful, but not dangerously low. I shall halve my +rations from now on. The chlorate cubes are my real worry, for even without +violent exercise the day's endless tramping burned a dangerous number. I feel +weak from my forced economies in oxygen, and from my constantly mounting +thirst. When I reduce my food I suppose I shall feel still weaker. + +There is something damnable - something uncanny - about this labyrinth. I could +swear that I had eliminated certain turns through charting, and yet each new trial +belies some assumption I had thought established. Never before did I realize +how lost we are without visual landmarks. A blind man might do better - but for +most of us sight is the king of the senses. The effect of all these fruitless +wanderings is one of profound discouragement. I can understand how poor +Dwight must have felt. His corpse is now just a skeleton, and the sificlighs and +akmans and farnoth-flies are gone. The efjen-weeds are nipping the leather +clothing to pieces, for they were longer and faster-growing than I had expected. +And all the while those relays of tentacled starers stand gloatingly around the +barrier laughing at me and enjoying my misery. Another day and I shall go mad +if I do not drop dead from exhaustion. + +However, there is nothing to do but persevere. Dwight would have got out if he +had kept on a minute longer. It is just possible that somebody from Terra Nova +will come looking for me before long, although this is only my third day out. My +muscles ache horribly, and I can't seem to rest at all lying down in this +loathesome mud. Last night, despite my terrific fatigue, I slept only fitfully, and +tonight I fear will be no better. I live in an endless nightmare - poised between +waking and sleeping, yet neither truly awake nor truly asleep. My hand shakes, I +can write no more for the time being. That circle of feeble glow-torches is +hideous. + +LATE AFTERNOON - VI, 15 + + + + +Substantial progress! Looks good. Very weak, and did not sleep much till +daylight. Then I dozed till noon, though without being at all rested. No rain, and +thirst leaves me very weak. Ate an extra food tablet to keep me going, but +without water it didn't help much. I dared to try a little of the slime water just +once, but it made me violently sick and left me even thirstier than before. Must +save chlorate cubes, so am nearly suffocating for lack of oxygen. Can't walk +much of the time, but manage to crawl in the mud. About 2 P.M. I thought I +recognized some passages, and got substantially nearer to the corpse - or +skeleton - than I had been since the first day's trials. I was sidetracked once in a +blind alley, but recovered the main trail with the aid of my chart and notes. The +trouble with these jottings is that there are so many of them. They must cover +three feet of the record scroll, and I have to stop for long periods to untangle +them. + +My head is weak from thirst, suffocation, and exhaustion, and I cannot +understand all I have set down. Those damnable green things keep staring and +laughing with their tentacles, and sometimes they gesticulate in a way that +makes me think they share some terrible joke just beyond my perception. + +It was three o'clock when I really struck my stride. There was a doorway which, +according to my notes, I had not traversed before; and when I tried it I found I +could crawl circuitously toward the weed-twined skeleton. The route was a sort +of spiral, much like that by which I had first reached the central chamber. + +Whenever I came to a lateral doorway or junction I would keep to the course +which seemed best to repeat that original journey. As I circled nearer and nearer +to my gruesome landmark, the watchers outside intensified their cryptic +gesticulations and sardonic silent laughter. Evidently they saw something grimly +amusing in my progress - perceiving no doubt how helpless I would be in any +encounter with them. I was content to leave them to their mirth; for although I +realized my extreme weakness, I counted on the flame pistol and its numerous +extra magazines to get me through the vile reptilian phalanx. + +Hope now soared high, but I did not attempt to rise to my feet. Better crawl now, +and save my strength for the coming encounter with the man-lizards. My +advance was very slow, and the danger of straying into some blind alley very +great, but nonetheless I seemed to curve steadily toward my osseous goal. The +prospect gave me new strength, and for the nonce I ceased to worry about my +pain, my thirst, and my scant supply of cubes. The creatures were now all +massing around the entrance - gesturing, leaping, and laughing with their +tentacles. Soon, I reflected, I would have to face the entire horde - and perhaps +such reinforcements as they would receive from the forest. + + + + +I am now only a few yards from the skeleton, and am pausing to make this entry +before emerging and breaking through the noxious band of entities. I feel +confident that with my last ounce of strength I can put them to flight despite +their numbers, for the range of this pistol is tremendous. Then a camp on the dry +moss at the plateau's edge, and in the morning a weary trip through the jungle to +Terra Nova. I shall be glad to see living men and the buildings of human beings +again. The teeth of that skull gleam and grin horribly. + +TOWARD NIGHT - VI, I 5 + +Horror and despair. Baffled again! After making the previous entry I approached +still closer to the skeleton, but suddenly encountered an intervening wall. I had +been deceived once more, and was apparently back where I had been three days +before, on my first futile attempt to leave the labyrinth. Whether I screamed +aloud I do not know - perhaps I was too weak to utter a sound. I merely lay +dazed in the mud for a long period, while the greenish things outside leaped and +laughed and gestured. + +After a time I became more fully conscious. My thirst and weakness and +suffocation were fast gaining on me, and with my last bit of strength I put a new +cube in the electrolyser - recklessly, and without regard for the needs of my +journey to Terra Nova. The fresh oxygen revived me slightly, and enabled me to +look about more alertly. + +It seemed as if I were slightly more distant from poor Dwight than I had been at +that first disappointment, and I dully wondered if I could be in some other +corridor a trifle more remote. With this faint shadow of hope I laboriously +dragged myself forward - but after a few feet encountered a dead end as I had on +the former occasion. + +This, then, was the end. Three days had taken me nowhere, and my strength was +gone. I would soon go mad from thirst, and I could no longer count on cubes +enough to get me back. I feebly wondered why the nightmare things had +gathered so thickly around the entrance as they mocked me. Probably this was +part of the mockery - to make me think I was approaching an egress which they +knew did not exist. + +I shall not last long, though I am resolved not to hasten matters as Dwight did. +His grinning skull has just turned toward me, shifted by the groping of one of +the efjeh-weeds that are devouring his leather suit. The ghoulish stare of those +empty eye-sockets is worse than the staring of those lizard horrors. It lends a +hideous meaning to that dead, white-toothed grin. + + + + +I shall lie very still in the mud and save all the strength I can. This record - which +I hope may reach and warn those who come after me - will soon be done. After I +stop writing I shall rest a long while. Then, when it is too dark for those frightful +creatures to see, I shall muster up my last reserves of strength and try to toss the +record scroll over the wall and the intervening corridor to the plain outside. I +shall take care to send it toward the left, where it will not hit the leaping band of +mocking beleaguers. Perhaps it will be lost forever in the thin mud - but perhaps +it will land in some widespread clump of weeds and ultimately reach the hands +of men. + +If it does survive to be read, I hope it may do more than merely warn men of this +trap. I hope it may teach our race to let those shining crystals stay where they +are. They belong to Venus alone. Our planet does not truly need them, and I +believe we have violated some obscure and mysterious law - some law buried +deep in the arcane of the cosmos - in our attempts to take them. Who can tell +what dark, potent, and widespread forces spur on these reptilian things who +guard their treasure so strangely? Dwight and I have paid, as others have paid +and will pay. But it may be that these scattered deaths are only the prelude of +greater horrors to come. Let us leave to Venus that which belongs only to Venus. + +I am very near death now, and fear I may not be able to throw the scroll when +dusk comes. If I cannot, I suppose the man-lizards will seize it, for they will +probably realize what it is. They will not wish anyone to be warned of the +labyrinth - and they will not know that my message holds a plea in their own +behalf. As the end approaches I feel more kindly towards the things. In the scale +of cosmic entity who can say which species stands higher, or more nearly +approaches a space-wide organic norm - theirs or mine? + +I have just taken the great crystal out of my pouch to look at in my last moments. +It shines fiercely and menacingly in the red rays of the dying day. The leaping +horde have noticed it, and their gestures have changed in a way I cannot +understand. I wonder why they keep clustered around the entrance instead of +concentrating at a still closer point in the transparent wall. + +I am growing numb and cannot write much more. Things whirl around me, yet I +do not lose consciousness. Can I throw this over the wall? That crystal glows so, +yet the twilight is deepening. + +Dark. Very weak. They are still laughing and leaping around the doorway, and +have started those hellish glow-torches. + +Are they going away? I dreamed I heard a sound. . . light in the sky. + + + + +REPORT OF WESLEY P. MILLER, SUPT. GROUP A, VENUS CRYSTAL CO. + +(TERRA NOVA ON VENUS - VI, 16) + +Our Operative A-49, Kenton J. Stanfield of 5317 Marshall Street, Richmond, Va., +left Terra Nova early on VI, 12, for a short-term trip indicated by detector. Due +back 13th or 14th. Did not appear by evening of 15th, so Scouting Plane FR-58 +with five men under my command set out at 8 P.M. to follow route with detector. +Needle showed no change from earlier readings. + +Followed needle to Erycinian Highland, played strong searchlights all the way. +Triple-range flame-guns and D-radiation cylinders could have dispersed any +ordinary hostile force of natives, or any dangerous aggregation of carnivorous +skorahs. + +When over the open plain on Eryx we saw a group of moving lights which we +knew were native glow- torches. As we approached, they scattered into the +forest. Probably seventy-five to a hundred in all. Detector indicated crystal on +spot where they had been. Sailing low over this spot, our lights picked out +objects on the ground. Skeleton tangled in efjeh-weeds, and complete body ten +feet from it. Brought plane down near bodies, and corner of wing crashed on +unseen obstruction. + +Approaching bodies on foot, we came up short against a smooth, invisible +barrier which puzzled us enormously. Feeling along it near the skeleton, we +struck an opening, beyond which was a space with another opening leading to +the skeleton. The latter, though robbed of clothing by weeds, had one of the +company's numbered metal helmets beside it. It was Operative B-9, Frederick N. +Dwight of Koenig's division, who had been out of Terra Nova for two months on +a long commission. + +Between this skeleton and the complete body there seemed to be another wall, +but we could easily identify the second man as Stanfield. He had a record scroll +in his left hand and a pen in his right, and seemed to have been writing when he +died. No crystal was visible, but the detector indicated a huge specimen near +Stanfield's body. + +We had great difficulty in getting at Stanfield, but finally succeeded. The body +was still warm, and a great crystal lay beside it, covered by the shallow mud. We +at once studied the record scroll in the left hand, and prepared to take certain +steps based on its data. The contents of the scroll forms the long narrative +prefixed to this report; a narrative whose main descriptions we have verified, +and which we append as an explanation of what was found. The later parts of + + + + +this account show mental decay, but there is no reason to doubt the bulk of it. +Stanfield obviously died of a combination of thirst, suffocation, cardiac strain, +and psychological depression. His mask was in place, and freely generating +oxygen despite an alarmingly low cube supply. + +Our plane being damaged, we sent a wireless and called out Anderson with +Repair Plane PG-7, a crew of wreckers, and a set of blasting materials. By +morning FH-58 was fixed, and went back under Anderson carrying the two +bodies and the crystal. We shall bury Dwight and Stanfield in the company +graveyard, and ship the crystal to Chicago on the next earth-bound liner. Later, +we shall adopt Stanfield's suggestion - the sound one in the saner, earlier part of +his report - and bring across enough troops to wipe out the natives altogether. +With a clear field, there can be scarcely any limit to the amount of crystal we can +secure. + +In the afternoon we studied the invisible building or trap with great care, +exploring it with the aid of long guiding cords, and preparing a complete chart +for our archives. We were much impressed by the design, and shall keep +specimens of the substance for chemical analysis. All such knowledge will be +useful when we take over the various cities of the natives. Our type C diamond +drills were able to bite into the unseen material, and wreckers are now planting +dynamite preparatory to a thorough blasting. Nothing will be left when we are +done. The edifice forms a distinct menace to aerial and other possible traffic. + +In considering the plan of the labyrinth one is impressed not only with the irony +of Dwight's fate, but with that of Stanfield as well. When trying to reach the +second body from the skeleton, we could find no access on the right, but +Markheim found a doorway from the first inner space some fifteen feet past +Dwight and four or five past Stanfield. Beyond this was a long hall which we did +not explore till later, but on the right-hand side of that hall was another doorway +leading directly to the body. Stanfield could have reached the outside entrance +by walking twenty-two or twenty-three feet if he had found the opening which +lay directly behind him - an opening which he overlooked in his exhaustion and +despair. + + + + +At the Root + +Written 1918 + +To those who look beneath the surface, the present universal war drives home +more than one anthropological truth in striking fashion; and of the verities none +is more profound than that relating to the essential immutability of mankind and +its instincts. + +Four years ago a large part of the civilised world laboured under certain +biological fallacies which may, in a sense, be held responsible for the extent and +duration of the present conflict. These fallacies, which were the foundation of +pacifism and other pernicious forms of social and political radicalism, dealt with +the capacity of man to evolve mentally beyond his former state of subservience +to primate instinct and pugnacity, and to conduct his affairs and international or +interracial relations on a basis of reason and good-will. That belief in such +capability is unscientific and childishly naive, is beside the question. The fact +remains, that the most civilised part of the world, including our own Anglo- +Saxondom, did entertain enough of these notions to relax military vigilance, lay +stress on points of honour, place trust in treaties, and permit a powerful and +unscrupulous nation to indulge unchecked and unsuspected in nearly fifty years +of preparation for world-wide robbery and slaughter. We are reaping the result +of our simplicity. + +The past is over. Our former follies we can but regret, and expiate as best we may +by a crusade to the death against the Trans-Rhenane monster which we allowed +to grow and flourish beneath our very eyes. But the future holds more of +responsibility, and we must prepare to guard against any renascence of the +benevolent delusions that four years of blood have barely been able to discard +forever the sentimental standpoint, and to view our species through the cold +eyes of science alone. We must recognise the essential underlaying savagery in +the animal called man, and return to older and sounder principles of national life +and defense. We must realise that man's nature will remain the same so long as +he remains man; that civilisation is but a slight coverlet beneath which the +dominant beast sleeps lightly and ever ready to awake. To preserve civilisation, +we must deal scientifically with the brute element, using only genuine biological +principles. In considering ourselves, we think too much of ethics and sociology - +too little of plain natural history. We should perceive that man's period of +historical existence, a period so short that his physical constitution has not been +altered in the slightest degree, is insufficient to allow of any considerable mental +change. The instincts that governed the Egyptians and the Assyrians of old, +govern us as well; and as the ancients thought, grasped, struggled, and deceived. + + + + +so shall we moderns continue to think, grasp, struggle, and deceive in our inmost +hearts. Change is only superficial and apparent. + +Man's respect for the imponderables varies according to his mental constitution +and environment. Through certain modes of thought and training it can be +elevated tremendously, yet there is always a limit. The man or nation of high +culture may acknowledge to great lengths the restraints imposed by conventions +and honour, but beyond a certain point primitive will or desire cannot be curbed. +Denied anything ardently desired, the individual or state will argue and parley +just so long - then, if the impelling motive be sufficiently great, will cast aside +every rule and break down every acquired inhibition, plunging viciously after +the object wished; all the more fantastically savage because of previous +repression. The sole ultimate factor in human decisions is physical force. This we +must learn, however repugnant the idea may seem, if we are to protect ourselves +and our institutions. Reliance on anything else is fallacious and ruinous. +Dangerous beyond description are the voices sometimes heard today, decrying +the continuance of armament after the close of the present hostilities. + +The specific application of the scientific truth regarding man's native instincts +will be found in the adoption of a post-bellum international programme. +Obviously, we must take into account the primordial substructure and arrange +for the upholding of culture by methods which will stand the acid test of stress +and conflicting ambitions. In disillusioned diplomacy, ample armament, and +universal military training alone will be found the solution of the world's +difficulties. It will not be a perfect solution, because humanity is not perfect. It +will not abolish war, because war is the expression of a natural human tendency. +But it will at least produce an approximate stability of social and political +conditions, and prevent the menace of the entire world by the greed of any one +of its constituent parts. + + + + +Cats And Dogs + +Written November 23, 1926 + +Published in Something About Cats and Other Pieces, Arkham House, 1949 + +Being told of the cat-and-dog fight about to occur in your literary club, I cannot +resist contributing a few Thomastic yowls and sibilants upon my side of the +dispute, though conscious that the word of a venerable ex-member can scarcely +have much weight against the brilliancy of such still active adherents as may +bark upon the other side. Aware of my ineptitude at argument, a valued +correspondent has supplied me with the records of a similar controversy in the +New York Tribune, in which Mr. Carl van Doran is on my side and Mr. Albert +Payson Terhune on that of the canine tribe. From this I would be glad to +plagiarise such data as I need; but my friend, with genuinely Machiavellian +subtlety, has furnished me with only a part of the feline section whilst submitting +the doggish brief in full. No doubt he imagines that this arrangement, in view of +my own emphatic bias, makes for something like ultimate fairness; but for me it +is exceedingly inconvenient, since it will force me to be more or less original in +several parts of the ensuing remarks. + +Between dogs and cats my degree of choice is so great that it would never occur +to me to compare the two. I have no active dislike for dogs, any more than I have +for monkeys, human beings, tradesmen, cows, sheep, or pterodactyls; but for the +cat I have entertained a particular respect and affection ever since the earliest +days of my infancy. In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen +a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, +objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the +wonder and fascination of the unknown. The dog appeals to cheap and facile +emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in +the human mind. It is no accident that the contemplative Egyptians, together +with such later poetic spirits as Poe, Gautier, Baudelaire and Swinburne, were all +sincere worshippers of the supple grimalkin. + +Naturally, one's preference in the matter of cats and dogs depends wholly upon +one's temperament and point of view. The dog would appear to me to be the +favorite of superficial, sentimental, and emotional people — people who feel +rather than think, who attach importance to mankind and the popular +conventional emotions of the simple, and who find their greatest consolation in +the fawning and dependent attachments of a gregarious society. Such people live + + + + +in a limited world of imagination; accepting uncritically the values of common +folklore, and always preferring to have their naive beliefs, feelings, and +prejudices tickled, rather than to enjoy a purely aesthetic and philosophic +pleasure arising from discrimination, contemplation, and the recognition of +austere, absolute beauty. This is not to say that the cheaper elements do not also +reside in the average cat-lover's love of cats, but merely to point out that in +ailurophily there exists a basis of true aestheticism which kynophily does not +possess. The real lover of cats is one who demands a clearer adjustment to the +universe than ordinary household platitudes provide; one who refuses to +swallow the sentimental notion that all good people love dogs, children, and +horses while all bad people dislike and are disliked by such. He is unwilling to +set up himself and his cruder feelings as a measure of universal values, or to +allow shallow ethical notions to warp his judgment. In a word, he had rather +admire and respect than effuse and dote; and does not fall into the fallacy that +pointless sociability and friendliness, or slavering devotion and obedience, +constitute anything intrinsically admirable or exalted. Dog-lovers base their +whole case on these commonplace, servile, and plebeian qualities, and amusingly +judge the intelligence of a pet by its degree of conformity to their own wishes. +Cat-lovers escape this delusion, repudiate the idea that cringing subservience +and sidling companionship to man are supreme merits, and stand free to +worship aristocratic independence, self-respect, and individual personality +joined to extreme grace and beauty as typified by the cool, lithe, cynical and +unconquered lord of the housetops. + +Persons of commonplace ideas — unimaginative worthy burghers who are +satisfied with the daily round of things and who subscribe to the popular credo +of sentimental values — will always be dog-lovers. To them nothing will ever be +more important than themselves and their own primitive feelings, and they will +never cease to esteem and glorify the fellow-animal who best typifies these. Such +persons are submerged in the vortex of Oriental idealism and abasement which +ruined classic civilisation in the Dark Ages, and live in a bleak world of abstract +sentimental values wherein the mawkish illusions of meekness, gentleness, +brotherhood, and whining humility are magnified into supreme virtues, and a +whole false ethic and philosophy erected on the timid reactions of the flexor +system of muscles. This heritage, ironically foisted on us when Roman politics +raised the faith of a whipped and broken people to supremacy in the later +empire, has naturally kept a strong hold over the weak and sentimentally +thoughtless; and perhaps reached its culmination in the insipid nineteenth +century, when people were wont to praise dogs "because they are so human" (as +if humanity were any valid standard of merit!), and honest Edwin Landseer +painted hundreds of smug Fidoes and Carlos and Rovers with all the anthropoid +triviality, pettiness, and "cuteness" of eminent Victorians. + + + + +But amidst this chaos of intellectual and emotional groveling a few free souls +have always stood out for the old civilised realities which mediaevalism eclipsed + +— the stern classic loyalty to truth, strength, and beauty given a clear mind and +uncowed spirit to the full-living Western Aryan confronted by Nature's majesty, +loveliness, and aloofness. This is the virile aesthetic and ethic of the extensor +muscles — the bold, buoyant, assertive beliefs and preferences of proud, +dominant, unbroken and unterrified conquerors, hunters, and warriors — and it +has small use for the shams and whimperings of the brotherly, affection- +slobbering peacemaker and cringer and sentimentalist. Beauty and sufficiency — +twin qualities of the cosmos itself — are the gods of this unshackled and pagan +type; to the worshipper of such eternal things the supreme virtue will not be +found in lowliness, attachment, obedience, and emotional messiness. This sort of +worshipper will look for that which best embodies the loveliness of the stars and +the worlds and the forests and the seas and the sunsets, and which best acts out +the blandness, lordliness, accuracy, self-sufficiency, cruelty, independence, and +contemptuous and capricious impersonality of the all governing Nature. Beauty + +— coolness — aloofness — philosophic repose — self-sufficiency — untamed +mastery — where else can we find these things incarnated with even half the +perfection and completeness that mark their incarnation in the peerless and +softly gliding cat, which performs its mysterious orbit with the relentless and +obtrusive certainty of a planet in infinity? + +That dogs are dear to the unimaginative peasant-burgher whilst cats appeal to +the sensitive poet-aristocrat-philosopher will be clear in a moment when we +reflect on the matter of biological association. Practical plebeian folk judge a +thing only by its immediate touch, taste, and smell; while more delicate types +form their estimates from the linked images and ideas which the object calls up +in their minds. Now when dogs and cats are considered, the stolid churl sees +only the two animals before him, and bases his favour on their relative capacity +to pander to his sloppy, uniformed ideas of ethics and friendship and flattering +subservience. On the other hand the gentleman and thinker sees each in all its +natural affiliations, and cannot fail to notice that in the great symmetries of +organic life dogs fall in with slovenly wolves and foxes and jackals and coyotes +and dingoes and painted hyaenas, whilst cats walk proudly with the jungle's +lords, and own the haughty lion, the sinuous leopard, the regal tiger, and the +shapely panther and jaguar as their kin. Dogs are the hieroglyphs of blind +emotion, inferiority, servile attachment, and gregariousness — the attributes of +commonplace, stupidly passionate, and intellectually and imaginatively +underdeveloped men. Cats are the runes of beauty, invincibility, wonder, pride, +freedom, coldness, self-sufficiency, and dainty individuality — the qualities of +sensitive, enlightened, mentally developed, pagan, cynical, poetic, philosophic, +dispassionate, reserved, independent, Nietzschean, unbroken, civilised, master- +class men. The dog is a peasant and the cat is a gentleman. + + + + +We may, indeed, judge the tone and bias of a civilisation by its relative attitude +toward dogs and cats. The proud Egypt wherein Pharaoh was Pharaoh and +pyramids rose in beauty at the wish of him who dreamed them bowed down to +the cat, and temples were built to its goddess at Bubastis. In imperial Rome the +graceful leopard adorned most homes of quality, lounging in insolent beauty in +the atrium with golden collar and chain; while after the age of the Antonines the +actual cat was imported from Egypt and cherished as a rare and costly luxury. So +much for the dominant and enlightened peoples. When, however, we come to +the groveling Middle Ages with their superstitions and ecstasies and +monasticisms and maunderings over saints and their relics, we find the cool and +impersonal loveliness of the felidae in very low esteem; and behold a sorry +spectacle of hatred and cruelty shown toward the beautiful little creature whose +mousing virtues alone gained it sufferance amongst the ignorant churls who +resented its self-respecting coolness and feared its cryptical and elusive +independence as something akin to the dark powers of witchcraft. These boorish +slaves of eastern darkness could not tolerate what did not serve their own cheap +emotions and flimsy purposes. They wished a dog to fawn and hunt and fetch +and carry, and had no use for the cat's gift of eternal disinterested beauty to feed +the spirit. One can imagine how they must have resented Pussy's magnificent +reposefulness, unhurriedness, relaxation, and scorn for trivial human aims and +concernments. Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and +stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with +coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer +the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants +something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own +life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its +business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse +you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who +relishes a stimulus to his self importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you +into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about +the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your +attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is personality and +individuality and self-respect — the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own +and not yours — and the superior person recognises and appreciates this because +he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own +heritage and aesthetic sense. Altogether, we may see that the dog appeals to +those primitive emotional souls whose chief demands on the universe are for +meaningless affection, aimless companionship, and flattering attention and +subservience; whilst the cat reigns among those more contemplative and +imaginative spirits who ask of the universe only the objective sight of poignant, +ethereal beauty and the animate symbolisation of Nature's bland, relentless, +reposeful, unhurried and impersonal order and sufficiency. The dog gives, but +the cat is. + + + + +Simple folk always overstress the ethical element in life, and it is quite natural +that they should extend it to the realm of their pets. Accordingly, we hear many +inane dicta in favour of dogs on the ground that they are faithful, whilst cats are +treacherous. Now just what does this really mean? Where are the points of +reference? Certainly, the dog has so little imagination and individuality that it +knows no motives but its master's; but what sophisticated mind can descry a +positive virtue in this stupid abnegation of its birthright? Discrimination must +surely award the palm to the superior cat, which has too much natural dignity to +accept any scheme of things but its own, and which consequently cares not one +whit what any clumsy human thinks or wishes or expects of it. It is not +treacherous, because it has never acknowledged any allegiance to anything +outside its own leisurely wishes; and treachery basically implies a departure +from some covenant explicitly recognised. The cat is a realist, and no hypocrite. +He takes what pleases him when he wants it, and gives no promises. He never +leads you to expect more from him than he gives, and if you choose to be +stupidly Victorian enough to mistake his purrs and rubbings of self-satisfaction +for marks of transient affection toward you, that is no fault of his. He would not +for a moment have you believe that he wants more of you than food and warmth +and shelter and amusement — and he is certainly justified in criticising your +aesthetic and imaginative development if you fail to find his grace, beauty, and +cheerful decorative influence an aboundingly sufficient repayment for all you +give him. The cat-lover need not be amazed at another's love for dogs — indeed, +he may also possess this quality himself; for dogs are often very comely, and as +lovable in a condescending way as a faithful old servant or tenant in the eyes of a +master — but he cannot help feeling astonished at those who do not share his +love for cats. The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it +seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than +worship it. We call ourselves a dog's "master" — but who ever dared call himself +the "master" of a cat? We own a dog — he is with us as a slave and inferior +because we wish him to be. But we entertain a cat — he adorns our hearth as a +guest, fellow-lodger, and equal because he wishes to be there. It is no +compliment to be the stupidly idolised master of a dog whose instinct it is to +idolise, but it is a very distinct tribute to be chosen as the friend and confidant of +a philosophic cat who is wholly his own master and could easily choose another +companion if he found such a one more agreeable and interesting. A trace, I +think, of this great truth regarding the higher dignity of the cat has crept into +folklore in the use of the names "cat" and "dog" as terms of opprobrium. Whilst +"cat" has never been applied to any sort of offender more than the mildly +spiteful and innocuously sly female gossip and commentator, the words "dog" +and "cur" have always been linked with vileness, dishonor, and degradation of +the gravest type. In the crystallisation of this nomenclature there has +undoubtedly been present in the popular mind some dim, half-unconscious +realisation that there are depths of slinking, whining, fawning, and servile + + + + +ignobility which no kith of the hon and the leopard could ever attain. The cat +may fall low, but he is always unbroken. He is, like the Nordic among men, one +of those who govern their own lives or die. + +We have but to glance analytically at the two animals to see the points pile up in +favour of the cat. Beauty, which is probably the only thing of any basic +significance in all the cosmos, ought to be our chief criterion; and here the cat +excels so brilliantly that all comparisons collapse. Some dogs, it is true, have +beauty in a very ample degree; but even the highest level of canine beauty falls +far below the feline average. The cat is classic whilst the dog is Gothic — +nowhere in the animal world can we discover such really Hellenic perfection of +form, with anatomy adapted to function, as in the felidae. Puss is a Doric temple +— an Ionic colonnade — in the utter classicism of its structural and decorative +harmonies. And this is just as true kinetically as statically, for art has no parallel +for the bewitching grace of the cat's slightest motion. The sheer, perfect +aestheticism of kitty's lazy stretchings, industrious face-washings, playful +rollings, and little involuntary shiftings in sleep is something as keen and vital as +the best pastoral poetry or genre painting; whilst the unerring accuracy of his +leaping and springing, running and hunting, has an art-value just as high in a +more spirited way but it is his capacity for leisure and repose which makes the +cat preeminent. Mr. Carl Van Vechten, in "Peter Whiffle," holds up the timeless +restfulness of the cat as a model for life's philosophy, and Prof. William Lyon +Phelps has very effectively captured the secret of felinity when he says that the +cat does not merely lie down, but "pours his body out on the floor like a glass of +water". What other creature has thus merged the aestheticism of mechanics and +hydraulics? Contrast this with the inept panting, wheezing, fumbling, drooling, +scratching, and general clumsiness of the average dog with his false and wasted +motions. And in the details of neatness the fastidious cat is of course +immeasurably ahead. We always love to touch a cat, but only the insensitive can +uniformly welcome the frantic and humid nuzzlings and pawings of a dusty and +perhaps not inodorous canine which leaps and fusses and writhes about in +awkward feverishness for no particular reason save that blind nerve-centres have +been spurred by certain meaningless stimuli. There is a wearying excess of bad +manners in all this doggish fury — well-bred people don't paw and maul one, +and surely enough we invariably find the cat gentle and reserved in his +advances, and delicate even when he glides gracefully into your lap with +cultivated purrs, or leaps whimsical on the table where you are writing to play +with your pen in modulated, seriocomic pats. I do not wonder that Mahomet, +that sheik of perfect manners, loved cats for their urbanity and disliked dogs for +their boorishness; or that cats are the favorites in the polite Latin countries whilst +dogs take the lead in heavy, practical, and beer-drinking Central Europe. Watch +a cat eat, and then watch a dog. The one is held in check by an inherent and +inescapable daintiness, and lends a kind of grace to one of the most ungraceful of + + + + +all processes. The dog, on the other hand, is wholly repulsive in his bestial and +insatiate greediness; living up to his forest kinship of "wolfing" most openly and +unashamedly. Returning to beauty of line — is it not significant that while many +normal breeds of dogs are conspicuously and admittedly ugly, no healthy and +well-developed feline of any species whatsoever is other than beautiful? There +are, of course, many ugly cats; but these are always individual cases of +mongrelism, malnutrition, deformity, or injury. No breed of cats in its proper +condition can by any stretch of the imagination be thought of as even slightly +ungraceful — a record against which must be pitted the depressing spectacle of +impossibly flattened bulldogs, grotesquely elongated dachshunds, hideously +shapeless and shaggy Airedales, and the like. Of course, it may be said that no +aesthetic standard is other than relative — but we always work with such +standards as we empirically have, and in comparing cats and dogs under the +Western European aesthetic we cannot be unfair to either. If any undiscovered +tribe in Tibet finds Airedales beautiful and Persian cats ugly, we will not dispute +them on their own territory — but just now we are dealing with ourselves and +our territory, and here the verdict would not admit of much doubt even from the +most ardent kynophile. Such an one usually passes the problem off in an +epigrammatic paradox, and says that "Snookums is so homely, he's pretty!" This +is the childish penchant for the grotesque and tawdrily "cute" which we see +likewise embodied in popular cartoons, freak dolls, and all the malformed +decorative trumpery of the "Billikin" or "Krazy Kat" order found in the "dens" +and "cosy corners" of the would-be-sophisticated yokelry. + +In the matter of intelligence we find the caninites making amusing claims — +amusing because they so naively measure what they conceive to be an animal's +intelligence by its degree of subservience to the human will. A dog will retrieve, +a cat will not; therefore (sic!) the dog is the more intelligent. Dogs can be more +elaborately trained for the circus and vaudeville acts than cats, therefore (O Zeus, +O Royal Mount!) they are cerebrally superior. Now of course this is all the +sheerest nonsense. We would not call a weak-spirited man more intelligent than +an independent citizen because we can make him vote as we wish whereas we +can't influence the independent citizen, yet countless persons apply an exactly +parallel argument in appraising the grey matter of dogs and cats. Competition in +servility is something to which no self-respecting Thomas or Tabitha ever +stooped, and it is plain that any really effective estimate of canine and feline +intelligence must proceed from a careful observation of dogs and cats in a +detached state — uninfluenced by human beings — as they formulate certain +objectives of their own and use their own mental equipment in achieving them. +When we do this, we arrive at a very wholesome respect for our purring +hearthside friend who makes so little display about his wishes and business +methods; for in every conception and calculation he shows a steel-cold and +deliberate union of intellect, will, and sense of proportion which puts utterly to + + + + +shame the emotional sloppings-over and docilely acquired artificial tricks of the +"clever" and "faithful" pointer or sheep-dog. Watch a cat decide to move +through a door, and see how patiently he waits for his opportunity, never losing +sight of his purpose even when he finds it expedient to feign other interests in +the interim. Watch him in the thick of the chase, and compare his calculating +patience and quiet study of his terrain with the noisy floundering and pawing of +his canine rival. It is not often that he returns empty-handed. He knows what he +wants, and means to get it in the most effective way, even at the sacrifice of time +— which he philosophically recognises as unimportant in the aimless cosmos. +There is no turning him aside or distracting his attention — and we know that +among humans this is the quality of mental tenacity, this ability to carry a single +thread through complex distractions, is considered a pretty good sign of +intellectual vigour and maturity. Children, old crones, peasants, and dogs +ramble, cats and philosophers stick to their point. In resourcefulness, too, the cat +attests his superiority. Dogs can be well trained to do a single thing, but +psychologists tell us that these responses to an automatic memory instilled from +outside are of little worth as indices of real intelligence. To judge the abstract +development of a brain, confront it with new and unfamiliar conditions and see +how well its own strength enables it to achieve its object by sheer reasoning +without blazed trails. Here the cats can silently devise a dozen mysterious and +successful alternatives whilst poor Fido is barking in bewilderment and +wondering what it is all about. Granted that Rover the retriever may make a +greater bid for popular sentimental regard by going into the burning house and +saving the baby in traditional cinema fashion, it remains a fact that whiskered +and purring Nig is a higher-grade biological organism — something +physiologically and psychologically nearer a man because of his very freedom +from man's orders, and as such entitled to a higher respect from those who judge +by purely philosophic and aesthetic standards. We can respect a cat as we cannot +respect a dog, no matter which personally appeals the more to our mere doting +fancy; and if we be aesthetes and analysts rather than commonplace-lovers and +emotionalists, the scales must inevitably turn completely in kitty's favour. + +It may be added, moreover, that even the aloof and sufficient cat is by no means +devoid of sentimental appeal. Once we get rid of the uncivilised ethical bias — +the "treacherous" and "horrid bird-catcher" prejudice — we find in the +"harmless cat" the very apex of happy domestic symbolism; whilst small kittens +become objects to adore, idealise, and celebrate in the most rhapsodic of dactyls +and anapaests, iambics and trochaics. I, in my own senescent mellowness, +confess to an inordinate and wholly unphilosophic predilection for tiny coal- +black kittens with large yellow eyes, and could no more pass one without petting +him than Dr. Johnson could pass a sidewalk post without striking it. There is, +likewise, in many cats quite analogous to the reciprocal fondness so loudly +extolled in dogs, human beings, horses, and the like. Cats come to associate + + + + +certain persons with acts continuously contributing to their pleasure, and acquire +for them a recognition and attachment which manifests itself in pleasant +excitement at their approach — whether or not bearing food and drink — and a +certain pensiveness at their protracted absence. A cat with whom I was on +intimate terms reached the point of accepting food from no hand but one, and +would actually go hungry rather than touch the least morsel from a kindly +neighbour source. He also had distinct affections amongst the other cats of that +idyllic household; voluntarily offering food to one of his whiskered friends, +whilst disputing most savagely the least glance which his coal-black rival +"Snowball" would bestow upon his plate. If it be argued that these feline +fondnesses are essentially "selfish" and "practical" in their ultimate composition, +let us inquire in return how many human fondnesses, apart from those springing +directly upon primitive brute instinct, have any other basis. After the returning +board has brought in the grand total of zero we shall be better able to refrain +from ingenuous censure of the "selfish" cat. + +The superior imaginative inner life of the cat, resulting in superior self- +possession, is well known. A dog is a pitiful thing, depending wholly on +companionship, and utterly lost except in packs or by the side of his master. +Leave him alone and he does not know what to do except bark and howl and trot +about till sheer exhaustion forces him to sleep. A cat, however, is never without +the potentialities of contentment. Like a superior man, he knows how to be alone +and happy. Once he looks about and finds no one to amuse him, he settles down +to the task of amusing himself; and no one really knows cats without having +occasionally peeked stealthily at some lively and well-balanced kitten which +believes itself to be alone. Only after such a glimpse of unaffected tail-chasing +grace and unstudied purring can one fully understand the charm of those lines +which Coleridge wrote with reference to the human rather than the feline young +— page eleven + +".... a limber elf. + +Singing, dancing to itself." + +But whole volumes could be written on the playing of cats, since the varieties +and aesthetic aspects of such sportiveness are infinite. Be it sufficient to say that +in such pastimes cats have exhibited traits and actions which psychologists +authentically declare to be motivated by genuine humour and whimsicality in its +purest sense; so that the task of "making a cat laugh" may not be so impossible a +thing even outside the borders of Cheshire. In short, a dog is an incomplete +thing. Like an inferior man, he needs emotional stimuli from outside, and must +set something artificial up as a god and motive. The cat, however, is perfect in +himself. Like the human philosopher, he is a self-sufficient entity and microcosm. +He is a real and integrated being because he thinks and feels himself to be such. + + + + +whereas the dog can conceive of himself only in relation to something else. Whip +a dog and he licks your hand - frauth! The beast has no idea of himself except as +an inferior part of an organism whereof you are the superior part — he would no +more think of striking back at you than you would think of pounding your own +head when it punishes you with a headache. But whip a cat and watch it glare +and move backward hissing in outraged dignity and self-respect! One more +blow, and it strikes you in return; for it is a gentleman and your equal, and will +accept no infringement on its personality and body of privileges. It is only in +your house anyway because it wishes to be, or perhaps even as a condescending +favour to yourself. It is the house, not you, it likes; for philosophers realise that +human beings are at best only minor adjuncts to scenery. Go one step too far, and +it leaves you altogether. You have mistaken your relationship to it and imagined +you are its master, and no real cat can tolerate that breach of good manners. +Henceforward it will seek companions of greater discrimination and clearer +perspective. Let anaemic persons who believe in "turning the other cheek" +console themselves with cringing dogs — for the robust pagan with the blood of +Nordic twilights in his veins there is no beast like the cat; intrepid steed of Freya, +who can boldly look even Thor and Odin full in the face and stare with great +round eyes of undimmed yellow or green. + +In these observations I believe I have outlined with some fullness the diverse +reasons why, in my opinion and in the smartly timed title-phrase of Mr. Van +Doren, "gentlemen prefer cats." The reply of Mr. Terhune in a subsequent issue +of the Tribune appears to me beside the point; insomuch as it is less a refutation +of facts than a mere personal affirmation of the author's membership in that +conventional "very human" majority who take affection and companionship +seriously, enjoy being important to something alive, hate a "parasite" on mere +ethical ground without consulting the right of beauty to exist for its own sake, +and therefore love man's noblest and most faithful friend, the perennial dog. I +suppose Mr. Terhune loves horses and babies also, for the three go +conventionally together in the great hundred-per-center's credo as highly +essential likings for every good and lovable he-man of the Arrow Collar and +Harold Bell Wright hero school, even though the automobile and Margaret +Sanger have done much to reduce the last two items. + +Dogs, then, are peasants and the pets of peasants, cats are gentlemen and the pets +of gentlemen. The dog is for him who places crude feeling and outgrown ethic +and humanocentricity above austere and disinterested beauty; who just loves +"folks and folksiness" and doesn't mind sloppy clumsiness if only something +will truly care for him. (Tableau of dog across master's grave — cf. Lanseer, "The +Old Shepherd's Chief Mourner.") The guy who isn't much for highbrow stuff, +but is always on the square and don't (sic) often find the Saddypost or the N.Y. +World too deep for him; who hadn't much use for Valentino, but thinks Doug + + + + +Fairbanks is just about right for an evening's entertainment. Wholesome — +constructive — non-morbid — civic-minded — domestic — (I forgot to mention +the radio) normal — that's the sort of go-getter that ought to go in for dogs. + +The cat is for the aristocrat — whether by birth or inclinations or both - who +admires his fellow-aristocrats. He is for the man who appreciates beauty as the +one living force in a blind and purposeless universe, and who worships that +beauty in all its forms without regard for the sentimental and ethical illusions of +the moment. For the man who knows the hoUowness of feeling and the +emptiness of human objects and aspirations, and who therefore clings solely to +what is real — as beauty is real because it pretends to a significance beyond the +emotion which it excites and is. For the man who feels sufficient in the cosmos, +and asks no scruples of conventional prejudice, but loves repose and strength +and freedom and luxury and sufficiency and contemplation; who as a strong +fearless soul wishes something to respect instead of something to lick his face +and accept his alternate blows and strokings; who seeks a proud and beautiful +equal in the peerage of individualism rather than a cowed and cringing satellite +in the hierarchy of fear, subservience, and devolution. The cat is not for the brisk, +self-important little worker with a mission, but for the enlightened dreaming +poet who knows that the world contains nothing really worth doing. The +dilettante — the connoisseur — the decadent, if you will, though in a healthier +age than this there were things for such men to do, so that they were the planners +and leader of those glorious pagan times. The cat is for him who does things not +for empty duty but for power, pleasure, splendour, romance, and glamour — for +the harpist who sings alone in the night of old battles, or the warrior who goes +out to fight such battles for beauty, glory, fame and the splendour of a land +athwart which no shadow of weakness falls. For him who will be lulled by no +sops of prose and usefulness, but demands for his comfort the ease and beauty +and ascendancy and cultivation which make effort worth while. For the man +who knows that play, not work, and leisure, not bustle, are the great things of +life; and that the round of striving merely in order to strive some more is a bitter +irony of which the civilised soul accepts as little as it can. + +Beauty, sufficiency, ease, and good manners — what more can civilisation +require? We have them all in the divine monarch who lounges gloriously on his +silken cushion before the hearth. Loveliness and joy for their own sake — pride +and harmony and coordination — spirit, restfulness and completeness — all here +are present, and need but a sympathetic disillusionment for worship in full +measure. What fully civilised soul but would eagerly serve as high priest of Bast? +The star of the cat, I think, is just now in the ascendant, as we emerge little by +little from the dreams of ethics and conformity which clouded the nineteenth +century and raised the grubbing and unlovely dog to the pinnacle of sentimental +regard. Whether a renaissance of power and beauty will restore our Western + + + + +civilisation, or whether the forces of disintegration are aheady too powerful for +any hand to check, none may yet say, but in the present moment of cynical +world-unmasking between the pretence of the eighteen-hundreds and the +ominous mystery of the decades ahead we have at least a flash of the old pagan +perspective and the old pagan clearness and honesty. + +And one idol lit up by that flash, seen fair and lovely on a dream-throne of silk +and gold under a chryselephantine dome, is a shape of deathless grace not +always given its due among groping mortals — the haughty, the unconquered, +the mysterious, the luxurious, the Babylonian, the impersonal, the eternal +companion of superiority and art — the type of perfect beauty and the brother of +poetry — the bland, grave, compliant, and patrician cat. + + + + +Letter to August Derleth + +December 11, 1919 + +Before quitting the subject of Loveman and horror stories, I must relate the +frightful dream I had the night after I received S.L.'s latest letter. We have lately +been discussing weird tales at length, and he has recommended several hair- +raising books to me; so that I was in the mood to connect him with any thought +of hideousness or supernatural terror. I do not recall how this dream began, or +what it was really all about. There remains in my mind only one damnably +blood-curdling fragment whose ending haunts me yet. We were, for some +terrible yet unknown reason, in a very strange and very ancient cemetery - which +I could not identify. I suppose no Wisconsinite can picture such a thing - but we +have them in New England; horrible old places where the slate stones are graven +with odd letters and grotesque designs such as a skull and crossbones. In some of +these places one can walk a long way without coming upon any grave less than +an hundred and fifty years old. Some day, when Cook issues that promised +MONADNOCK, you will see my tale "The Tomb", which was inspired by one of +these places. Such was the scene of my dream - a hideous hollow whose surface +was covered with a coarse, repulsive sort of long grass, above which peeped the +shocking stones and markers of decaying slate. In a hillside were several tombs +whose facades were in the last stages of decrepitude. I had an odd idea that no +living thing had trodden that ground for many centuries till Loveman and I +arrived. It was very late in the night - probably in the small hours, since a waning +crescent moon had attained considerable height in the east. Loveman carried, +slung over his shoulder, a portable telephone outfit; whilst I bore two spades. We +proceeded directly to a flat sepulchre near the centre of the horrible place, and +began to clear away the moss-grown earth which had been washed down upon it +by the rains of innumerable years. Loveman, in the dream, looked exactly like the +snapshots of himself which he has sent me - a large, robust young man, not the +least Semitic in features (albeit dark), and very handsome save for a pair of +protruding ears. We did not speak as he laid down his telephone outfit, took a +shovel, and helped me clear away the earth and weeds. We both seemed very +much impressed with something - almost awestruck. At last we completed these +preliminaries, and Loveman stepped back to survey the sepulchre. He seemed to +know exactly what he was about to do, and I also had an idea - though I cannot +now remember what it was! All I recall is that we were following up some idea +which Loveman had gained as the result of extensive reading in some old rare +books, of which he possessed the only existing copies. (Loveman, you may know, +has a vast library of rare first editions and other treasures precious to the +bibliophile's heart.) After some mental estimates, Loveman took up his shovel +again, and using it as a lever, sought to pry up a certain slab which formed the + + + + +top of the sepulchre. He did not succeed, so I approached and helped him with +my own shovel. Finally we loosened the stone, lifted it with our combined +strength, and heaved it away. Beneath was a black passageway with a flight of +stone steps; but so horrible were the miasmic vapours which poured up from the +pit, that we stepped back for a while without making further observations. Then +Loveman picked up the telephone output and began to uncoil the wire - +speaking for the first time as he did so. + +"I'm really sorry", he said in a mellow, pleasant voice; cultivated, and not very +deep, "to have to ask you to stay above ground, but I couldn't answer for the +consequences if you were to go down with me. Honestly, I doubt if anyone with +a nervous system like yours could see it through. You can't imagine what I shall +have to see and do - not even from what the book said and from what I have told +you - and I don't think anyone without iron-clad nerves could ever go down and +come out of that place alive and sane. At any rate, this is no place for anybody +who can't pass an army physical examination. I discovered this thing, and I am +responsible in a way for anyone who goes with me - so I would not for a +thousand dollars let you take the risk. But I'll keep you informed of every move I +make by the telephone - you see I've enough wire to reach to the centre of the +earth and back!" + +I argued with him, but he replied that if I did not agree, he would call the thing +off and get another fellow-explorer - he mentioned a "Dr. Burke," a name +altogether unfamiliar to me. He added, that it would be of no use for me to +descend alone, since he was sole possessor of the real key to the affair. Finally I +assented, and seated myself upon a marble bench close by the open grave, +telephone in hand. He produced an electric lantern, prepared the telephone wire +for unreeling, and disappeared down the damp stone steps, the insulated wire +rustling as it uncoiled. For a moment I kept track of the glow of his lantern, but +suddenly it faded out, as if there were a turn in the stone staircase. Then all was +still. After this came a period of dull fear and anxious waiting. The crescent +moon climbed higher, and the mist or fog about the hollow seemed to thicken. +Everything was horribly damp and bedewed, and I thought I saw an owl flitting +somewhere in the shadows. Then a clicking sounded in the telephone receiver. + +"Lovecraft - I think I'm finding it" - the words came in a tense, excited tone. Then +a brief pause, followed by more words in atone of ineffable awe and horror. + +"God, Lovecraft! If you could see what I am seeing!" I now asked in great +excitement what had happened. Loveman answered in a trembling voice: "I can't +tell you - 1 don't dare - 1 never dreamed of this - 1 can't tell - It's enough to unseat +any mind - wait - what's this?" Then a pause, a clicking in the receiver, and a sort +of despairing groan. Speech again - "Lovecraft - for God's sake - it's all up - Beat + + + + +it! Beat it! Don't lose a second!" I was now thoroughly alarmed, and frantically +asked Loveman to tell what the matter was. He replied only "Never mind! +Hurry!" Then I felt a sort of offence through my fear - it irked me that anyone +should assume that I would be willing to desert a companion in peril. I +disregarded his advice and told him I was coming down to his aid. But he cried: + +"Don't be a fool - it's too late - there's no use - nothing you or anyone can do +now." He seemed calmer - with a terrible, resigned calm, as if he had met and +recognised an inevitable, inescapable doom. Yet he was obviously anxious that I +should escape some unknown peril. + +"For God's sake get out of this, if you can find the way! I'm not joking - So long, +Lovecraft, won't see you again - God! Beat it! Beat it!" As he shrieked out the last +words, his tone was a frenzied crescendo. I have tried to recall the wording as +nearly as possible, but I cannot reproduce the tone. There followed a long - +hideously long - period of silence. I tried to move to assist Loveman, but was +absolutely paralysed. The slightest motion was an impossibility. I could speak, +however, and kept calling excitedly into the telephone - "Loveman! Loveman! +What is it? What's the trouble?" But he did not reply. And then came the +unbelievably frightful thing - the awful, unexplainable, almost unmentionable +thing. I have said that Loveman was now silent, but after a vast interval of +terrified waiting another clicking came into the receiver. I called "Loveman - are +you there?" And in reply came a voice - a thing which I cannot describe by any +words I know. Shall I say that it was hollow - very deep - fluid - gelatinous - +indefinitely distant - unearthly - guttural - thick? What shall I say? In that +telephone I heard it; heard it as I sat on a marble bench in that very ancient +unknown cemetery with the crumbling stones and tombs and long grass and +dampness and the owl and the waning crescent moon. Up from the sepulchre it +came, and this is what it said: + +"YOU FOOL, LOVEMAN IS DEAD!" + +Well, that's the whole damn thing! I fainted in the dream, and the next I knew I +was awake - and with a prize headache! I don't know yet what it was all about - +what on (or under) earth we were looking for, or what that hideous voice at the +last was supposed to be. I have read of ghouls - mould shades - but hell - the +headache I had was worse than the dream! Loveman will laugh when I tell him +about that dream! In due time, I intend to weave this picture into a story, as I +wove another dream-picture into "The Doom that Came to Sarnath". I wonder, +though, if I have a right to claim authorship of things I dream? I hate to take +credit, when I did not really think out the picture with my own conscious wits. +Yet if I do not take credit, who'n Heaven will I give credit tuh? Coleridge + + + + +claimed "Kubla Khan", so I guess I'll claim the thing an' let it go at that. But +believe muh, that was some dream! + +(Lovecraft wrote The Statement of Randolph Carter based on this dream.) + + + + +Metrical Regularity + + + +Of the various forms of decadence manifest in the poetical art of the present age, +none strikes more harshly on our sensibilities than the alarming decline in that +harmonious regularity of metre which adorned the poetry of our immediate +ancestors. + +That metre itself forms an essential part of all true poetry is a principle which not +even the assertions of an Aristotle or the pronouncements of a Plato can +disestablish. As old a critic as Dionysius of Halicarnassus and as modern an +philosopher as Hegel have each affirmed that versification in poetry is not alone +a necessary attribute, but the very foundation as well; Hegel, indeed, placing +metre above metaphorical imagination as the essence of all poetic creation. + +Science can likewise trace the metrical instinct from the very infancy of mankind, +or even beyond, to the pre-human age of the apes. Nature is in itself an unending +succession of regular impulses. The steady recurrence of the seasons and of the +moonlight, the coming and going of the day, the ebb and flow of the tides, the +beating of the heart and pulses, the tread of the feet in walking, the countless +other phenomena of like regularity, have all combined to inculcate in the human +brain a rhythmic sense which is as manifest in the most uncultivated, as in the +most polished of peoples. Metre, therefore, is no such false artifice as most +exponents of radicalism would have us believe, but is instead a natural and +inevitable embellishment to poesy, which succeeding ages should develop and +refine, rather than maim or destroy. + +Like other instincts, the metric sense has taken on different aspects among +different races. Savages show it in its simplest form while dancing to the sound +of primitive drums; barbarians display it in their religious and other chantings; +civilized peoples utilize it for their formal poetry, either as measured quantity, +like that of Greek and Roman verse, or as measured accentual stress, like that of +our own English verse. Precision of metre is thus no mere display of meretricious +ornament, but a logical evolution from eminently natural sources. + +It is the contention of the ultra-modern poet, as enunciated by Mrs. J. W. +Renshaw in her recent article on "The Autocracy of Art," (The Looking Glass for +May) that the truly inspired bard must chant forth his feelings independently of +form or language, permitting each changing impulse to alter the rhythm of his +lay, and blindly resigning his reason to the "fine frenzy" of his mood. This +contention is of course founded upon the assumption that poetry is super- +intellectual; the expression of a "soul" which outranks the mind and its precepts. +Now while avoiding the impeachment of this dubious theory, we must needs + + + + +remark that the laws of Nature cannot so easily be outdistanced. However much +true poesy may overtop the produce of the brain, it must still be affected by +natural laws, which are universal and inevitable. Wherefore it is the various +clearly defined natural forms through which the emotions seek expression. + +Indeed, we feel even unconsciously the fitness of certain types of metre for +certain types of thought, and in perusing a crude or irregular poem are often +abruptly repelled by the unwarranted variations made by the bard, either +through his ignorance or his perverted taste. We are naturally shocked at the +clothing of a grave subject in anapestic metre, or the treatment of a long and lofty +theme in short, choppy lines. This latter defect is what repels us so much from +Coninghton's really scholarly translation of the Aeneid. + +What the radicals so wantonly disregard in their eccentric performances is unity +of thought. Amidst their wildly repeated leaps from one rough metre to another, +they ignore the underlying uniformity of each of their poems. Scene may change; +atmosphere may vary; yet one poem cannot carry but one definite message, and +to suit this ultimate and fundamental message but one metre must be selected +and sustained. To accommodate the minor inequalities of tone in a poem, one +regular metre will amply lend itself to diversity. Our chief but now annoyingly +neglected measure, the heroic couplet, is capable of taking on the infinite shades +of expression by the right selection of sequence of words, and by the proper +placing of the caesura or pause in each line. Dr. Blair, in his 38th lecture, explains +and illustrates with admirable perspicuity the importance of the caesura's +location in varying the flow of heroic verse. It is also possible to lend variety to a +poem by using very judiciously occasional feet of a metre different from that of +the body of the work. This is generally done without disturbing the +syllabification, and it in no way impairs or obscures the dominant measure. + +Most amusing of all the claims of the radical is the assertion that true poetic +fervor can never be confined to regular metre; that the wild-eyed, long-haired +rider of Pegasus must inflict upon a suffering public in unaltered form the vague +conceptions which flit in noble chaos through his exalted soul. While it is +perfectly obvious that the hour of rare inspiration must be improved without the +hindrance of grammars or rhyming dictionaries, it is no less obvious that the +succeeding hour of calmer contemplation may very profitably be devoted to +amendment and polishing. The "language of the heart" must be clarified and +made intelligible to other hearts, else its purport will forever be confined to its +creator. If natural laws of metrical construction be willfully set aside, the reader's +attention will be distracted from the soul of the poem to its uncouth and ill-fitting +dress. The more nearly perfect the metre, the less conspicuous its presence; hence +if the poet desires supreme consideration for his matter, he should make his +verses so smooth that the sense may never be interrupted. + + + + +The ill effect of metrical laxity on the younger generation of poets is enormous. +These latest suitors of the Muse, not yet sufficiently trained to distinguish +between their own artless crudities and the cultivated monstrosities of the +educated but radical bard, come to regard with distrust the orthodox critics, and +to believe that no grammatical, rhetorical, or metrical skill is necessary to their +own development. The result cannot but be a race of churlish, cacophonous +hybrids, whose amorphous outcries will waver uncertainly betwixt prose and +verse, absorbing the vices of both and the virtues of neither. + +When proper consideration shall be taken of the perfect naturalness of polished +metre, a wholesome reaction against the present chaos must inevitably occur; so +that the few remaining disciples of conservatism and good taste may justly +entertain one last, lingering hope of hearing from modern lyres the stately +heroics of Pope, the majestic blank verse of Thomson, the terse octosyllabics of +Swift, the sonorous quatrains of Gray, and the lively anapests of Sheridan and +Moore. + + + + +The Allowable Rhyme + +"Sed ubi plira nitent in carmine, non ego paucis Offendar maculis." - Horace + +The poetical tendency of the present and of the preceding century has been +divided in a manner singularly curious. One loud and conspicuous faction of +bards, giving way to the corrupt influences of a decaying general culture, seems +to have abandoned all the properties of versification and reason in its mad +scramble after sensational novelty; whilst the other and quieter school +constituting a more logical evolution from the poesy of the Georgian period, +demands an accuracy of rhyme and metre unknown even to the polished artists +of the age of Pope. + +The rational contemporary disciple of the Nine, justly ignoring the dissonant +shrieks of the radicals, is therefore confronted with a grave choice of technique. +May he retain the liberties of imperfect or "allowable" rhyming which were +enjoyed by his ancestors, or must he conform to the new ideals of perfection +evolved during the past century? The writer of this article is frankly an archaist +in verse. He has not scrupled to rhyme "toss'd" with "coast", "come" with +"Rome", or "home" with "gloom" in his very latest published efforts, thereby +proclaiming his maintenance of the old-fashioned pets as models; but sound +modern criticism, proceeding from Mr. Rheinhart Kleiner and from other sources +which must needs command respect, has impelled him there to rehearse the +question for public benefit, and particularly to present his own side, attempting +to justify his adherence to the style of two centuries ago. + +The earliest English attempts at rhyming probably included words whose +agreement is so slight that it deserves the name of mere "assonance" rather than +that of actual rhyme. Thus in the original ballad of "Chevy-Chase," we encounter +"King" and "within" supposedly rhymed, whilst in the similar "Battle of +Otterbourne" we behold "long" rhymed with "down," "ground" with +"Agurstonne," and "name" with "again". In the ballad of "Sir Patrick Spense," +"morn" and "storm," and "deep" and "feet" are rhymed. But the infelicities were +obviously the result not of artistic negligence, but of plebeian ignorance, since the +old ballads were undoubtedly the careless products of a peasant minstrelsy. In +Chaucer, a poet of the Court, the allowable rhyme is but infrequently discovered, +hence we may assume that the original ideal in English verse was the perfect +rhyming sound. + +Spenser uses allowable rhymes, giving in one of his characteristic stanzas the +three distinct sounds of "Lord", "ador'd", and "word," all supposed to rhyme; +but of his pronunciation we know little, and may justly guess that to the ears of + + + + +his contemporaries the sounds were not conspicuously different. Ben Johnson's +employment of imperfect rhyming was much like Spenser's; moderate, and +partially to be excused on account of a chaotic pronunciation. The better poets of +the Restoration were also sparing of allowable rhymes; Cowley, Waller, Marvell, +and many others being quite regular in this respect. + +It was therefore upon a world unprepared that Samuel Butler burst forth with his +immortal "Hudibras," whose comical familiarity of diction is in grotesqueness +surpassed only by its clever licentiousness of rhyming. Butler's well-known +double rhymes are of necessity forced and inexact, and in ordinary single rhymes +he seems to have had no more regard for precision. "Vow'd" and "would," +"talisman" and "slain," "restores" and "devours" are a few specimens selected at +random. + +Close after Butler came Jon Oldham, a satirist whose force and brilliance gained +him universal praise, and whose enormous crudity both in rhyme and in metre +was forgiven amidst the splendor of his attacks. Oldham was almost absolutely +ungoverned by the demands of the ear, and perpetrated such atrocious rhymes +as "heads" and "besides," "devise" and "this," "again" and "sin," "tool" and +"foul," "end" and "design'd," and even "prays" and "cause." + +The glorious Dryden, refiner and purifier of English verse, did less for rhyme +than he did for metre. Though nowhere attaining the extravagances of his friend +Oldham, he lent the sanction of his great authority to rhymes which Dr. Johnson +admits are "open to objection." But one vast difference betwixt Dryden and his +loose predecessors must be observed. Dryden had so far improved metrical +cadence, that the final syllables of heroic couplets stood out in especial eminence, +displaying and emphasizing every possible similarity of sound; that is, lending +to sounds in the first place approximately similar, the added similarity caused by +the new prominence of their perfectly corresponding positions in their respective +lines. + +It were needless to dwell upon the rhetorical polish of the age immediately +succeeding Dryden's. So far as English versification is concerned. Pope was the +world, and all the world was Pope. Dryden had founded a new school of verse, +but the development and ultimate perfections of this art remained for the sickly +lad who before the age of twelve begged to be taken to Will's Coffee-House, that +he might obtain a personal view of the aged Dryden, his idol and model. +Delicately attuned to the subtlest harmonies of poetical construction, Alexander +Pope brought English prosody to its zenith, and still stands alone on the heights, +yet he, exquisite master of verse that he was, frowned not upon imperfect +rhymes, provided they were set in faultless metre. Though most of his allowable +rhymes are merely variations in the breadth and nature of vowel sounds, he in + + + + +one instance departs far enough from rigid perfection to rhyme the words "vice" +and "destroys." Yet who can take offence? The unvarying ebb and flow of the +refined metrical impulse conceals and condones all else. + +Every argument by which English blank verse or Spanish assonant verse is +sustained, may with greater force be applied to the allowable rhyme. Metre is the +real essential of poetical technique, and when two sounds of substantial +resemblance are so placed that one follows the other in a certain measured +relation, the normal ear cannot without cavilling find fault with a slight want of +identity in the respective dominant vowels. The rhyming of a long vowel with a +short one is common in all the Georgian poets, and when well recited cannot but +be overlooked amidst the general flow of the verse; as, for instance, the following +from Pope: + +But thinks, admitted to that equal sky. + +His faithful dog shall bear him company. + +Of like nature is the rhyming of actually different vowels whose sounds are, +when pronounced in animated oration, by no means dissimilar. Out of verse, +such words as "join" and "line" are quite unlike, but Pope well rhymes them +when he writes: + +While expletives their feeble aid do join, + +and ten low words oft creep in one dull line. + +It is the final consonantal sound in rhyming which can never vary. This, above all +else, gives the desired similarity. Syllables which agree in vowels but not in the +final consonants are not rhymes at all, but simply assonants. Yet such is the +inconsistent carelessness of the average modern writer, that he often uses mere +assonants to a greater extent than his fathers ever employed actually allowable +rhymes. The writer, in his critical duties, has more than once been forced to point +out the attempted rhyming of such words as "fame" and "lane," "task" and +"glass," or "feels" and "yields" and in view of these impossible combinations he +cannot blame himself very seriously for rhyming "art" and "shot" in the March +Conservative; for this pair of words have at least identical consonants at the end. + +That allowable rhymes have real advantages of a positive sort is an opinion by +no means lightly to be denied. The monotony of a long heroic poem may often be +pleasantly relieved by judicious interruptions in the perfect successions of +rhymes, just as the metre may sometimes be adorned with occasional triplets and +Alexandrines. Another advantage is the greater latitude allowed for the +expression of thought. How numerous are the writers who, from restriction to +perfect rhyming, are frequently compelled to abandon a neat epigram, or + + + + +brilliant antithesis, which allowable rhyme would easily permit, or else to +introduce a dull expletive merely to supply a desired rhyme! + +But a return to historical considerations shows us only too clearly the logical +trend of taste, and the reason Mr. Kleiner's demand for absolute perfection is no +idle cry. In Oliver Goldsmith there arose one who, though retaining the familiar +classical diction of Pope, yet advanced further still toward what he deemed ideal +polish by virtually abandoning the allowable rhyme. In unvaried exactitude run +the couplets of "The Traveler" and of "The Deserted Village," and none can deny +to them a certain urbanity which pleases the critical ear. With but little less +precision are molded the simple rhymes of Cowper, whilst the pompous +Erasmus Darwin likewise shows more attention to identity of sound than do the +Queen Anne Bards. Gifford's translations of Juvenal and Persius show to an +almost equal degree the tendency of the age, and Campbell, Crabbe, +Wordsworth, Byron, Keats, and Thomas Moore are all inclined to refrain from +the liberties practiced by those of former times. To deny the importance of such a +widespread change of technique is fruitless, for its existence argues for its +naturalness. The best critics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries demand +perfect rhyming, and no aspirant for fame can afford to depart from a standard +so universal. It is evidently the true goal of the English, as well as of the French +bard; the goal from which we are but temporarily deflected during the preceding +age. + +But exceptions should and must be made in the case of a few who have somehow +absorbed theatmosphere of other days, and who long in their hearts for the +stately sound of the old classic cadences. Well may their predilection for +imperfect rhyming be discouraged to a limited extent, but to chain them wholly +to modern rules would be barbarous. Every limited mind demands a certain +freedom of expression, and the man who cannot express himself satisfactorily +without the stimulation derived from the spirited mode of two centuries ago +should certainly be permitted to follow without undue restraint a practice so +harmless, so free from essential error, and so sanctioned by precedent, as that of +employing in his poetical compositions the smooth and inoffensive allowable +rhyme. + + + + +The Despised Pastoral + + + +Among the many and complex tendencies observable in modern poetry, or what +answers for poetry in this age, is a decided but unjust scorn of the honest old +pastoral, immortalised by Theocritus and Virgil, and revived in our own +literature by Spencer. + +Nor is this unfavorable attitude confined alone to the formal eclogue whose +classical elements are so well described and exemplified by Mr. Pope. Whenever +a versifier adorns his song with the pleasing and innocent imagery of this type of +composition, or borrows its mild and sweet atmosphere, he is forthwith +condemned as an irresponsible pedant and fossil by every little-wit critic in +Grub-street. + +Modern bards, in their endeavour to display with seriousness and minute +verisimilitude the inward operations of the human mind and emotions, have +come to look down upon the simple description of ideal beauty, or the +straightforward presentation of pleasing images for no other purpose than to +delight the fancy. Such themes they deem trivial and artificial, and altogether +unworthy of an art whose design they take to be the analysis and reproduction of +Nature in all her moods and aspects. + +But in this belief, the writer cannot but hold that our contemporaries are +misjudging the true province and functions of poesy. It was no starched +classicist, but the exceedingly unconventional Edgar Allen Poe, who roundly +denounced the melancholy metaphysicians and maintained that true poetry has +for its first object "pleasure, not truth", and "indefinite pleasure instead of +definite pleasure," intimating that its concern for the dull or ugly aspects of life is +slight ideed. That the American bard and critic was fundamentally just in his +deductions, seems well proved by a comparative survey of those poems of all +ages which have lived, and those which have fallen into deserved obscurity. + +The English pastoral, based upon the best models of antiquity, depicts engaging +scenes of Arcadian simplicity, which not only transport the imagination through +their intrinsic beauty, but recall to the scholarly mind the choicest remembrances +of classical Greece and Rome. Though the combination of rural pursuits with +polished sentiments and diction is patently artificial, the beauty is not a whit less; +nor do the conventional names, phrases, and images detract in the least from the +quaint agreeableness of the whole. The magic of this sort of verse is to any +unprejudiced mind irresistible, and capable of evoking a more deliciously placid +and refreshing train of pictures in the imagination than may be obtained from +any more realistic species of composition. Every untainted fancy begets ideal + + + + +visions of which the pastoral forms a legitimate and artistically necessary +reflection. + +It is not impossible that the intellectual upheaval attendant upon the present +conflict will bring about a general simplification and rectification of taste, and an +appreciation of the value of pure imaginary beauty in a world so full of actual +misery, which may combine to restore the despised pastoral to its proper station. + + + + +POETRY + + + +An American to Mother England + +England! My England! can the surging sea + +That lies between us tear my heart from thee? + +Can distant birth and distant dwelling drain + +Th' ancestral blood that warms the loyal vein? + +Isle of my Fathers! hear the filial song + +Of him whose sources but to thee belong! + +World-Conquering Mother! by thy mighty hand + +Was carv'd from savage wilds my native land: + +Thy matchless sons the firm foundation laid; + +Thy matchless arts the nascent nation made: + +By thy just laws the young republic grew. + +And through thy greatness, kindred greatness knew. + +What man that springs from thy untainted line + +But sees Columbia's virtues all as thine? + +Whilst nameless multitudes upon our shore + +From the dim corners of creation pour. + +Whilst mongrel slaves crawl hither to partake + +Of Saxon liberty they could not make. + +From such an alien crew in grief I turn. + +And for the mother's voice of Britain burn. + +England! can aught remove the cherish'd chain + +That binds my spirit to thy blest domain? + +Can Revolution's bitter precepts sway + +The soul that must the ties of race obey? + +Create a new Columbia if ye will. + +The flesh that forms me is Britannic still! + +Hail! oaken shades, and meads of dewy green. + +So oft in sleep, yet ne'er in waking seen. + +Peal out, ye ancient chimes, from vine-clad tower + +Where pray'd my fathers in a vanish'd hour: + +What countless years of rev'rence can ye claim + +From bygone worshippers that bore my name! + +Their forms are crumbling in the vaults around. + +Whilst I, across the sea, but dreamthe sound. + +Return, Sweet Vision! Let me glimpse again + + + + +The stone-built abbey, rising o'er the plain; + +The neighb'ring village with its sun-shower'd square; + +The shaded mill-stream, and the forest fair. + +The hedge-lin'd lane, that leads to rustic cot + +Where sweet contentment is the peasant's lot: + +The mystic grove, by Druid wraiths possess'd. + +The flow'ring fields, with fairy -castles blest: + +And the old manor-house, sedate and dark. + +Set in the shadows of the wooded park. + +Can this be dreaming? Must my eyelids close + +That I may catch the fragrance of the rose? + +Is it in fancy that the midnight vale + +Thrills with the warblings of the nightingale? + +A golden moon bewitching radiance yields. + +And England's fairies trip o'er England's fields. + +England! Old England! in my love for thee + +No dream is mine, but blessed memory; + +Such haunting images and hidden fires + +Course with the bounding blood of British sires: + +From British bodies, minds, and souls I come. + +And from them draw the vision of their home. + +Awake, Columbia! scorn the vulgar age +That bids thee slight thy lordly heritage. +Let not the wide Atlantic's wildest wave +Burst the blest bonds that fav'ring Nature gave: +Connecting surges 'twixt the nations run. +Our Saxon souls dissolving into one! + + + + +Astrophobos + +In the Midnight heaven's burning +Through the ethereal deeps afar +Once I watch'd with restless yearning +An alluring aureate star; +Ev'ry eve aloft returning +Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car. + +Mystic waves of beauty blended +With the gorgeous golden rays +Phantasies of bliss descended +In a myrrh'd Elysian haze. +In the lyre-born chords extended +Harmonies of Lydian lays. + +And (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure. +Where the free and blessed dwell. +And each moment bears a treasure. +Freighted with the lotos-spell. +And there floats a liquid measure +From the lute of Israfel. + +There (I told myself) were shining +Worlds of happiness unknown. +Peace and Innocence entwining +By the Crowned Virtue's throne; +Men of light, their thoughts refining +Purer, fairer, than my own. + +Thus I mus'd when o'er the vision +Crept a red delirious change; +Hope dissolving to derision. +Beauty to distortion strange; +Hymnic chords in weird collision. +Spectral sights in endless range. ... +Crimson burn'd the star of madness +As behind the beams I peer'd; +All was woe that seem'd but gladness +Ere my gaze with Truth was sear'd; +Cacodaemons, mir'd with madness. +Through the fever'd flick'ring leer'd. ... + + + + +Now I know the fiendish fable +The the golden glitter bore; +Now I shun the spangled sable +That I watch'd and lov'd before; +But the horror, set and stable. +Haunts my soul forevermore! + + + + +Christmas Blessings + +As when a pigeon, loos'd in realms remote. +Takes instant wing, and seeks his native cote. +So speed my blessings from a barb'rous clime +To thee and Providence at Christmas time! + + + + +Christmastide + +The cottage hearth beams warm and bright. +The candles gaily glow; +The stars emit a kinder light +Above the drifted snow. + +Down from the sky a magic steals +To glad the passing year. +And belfries sing with joyous peals. +For Christmastide is here! + + + + +Despair + +February 1919 + +O'er the midnight moorlands crying. +Thro' the cypress forests sighing. +In the night-wind madly flying. +Hellish forms with streaming hair; +In the barren branches creaking. +By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking. +Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking, +Damn'd demons of despair. + +Once, I think I half remember. +Ere the grey skies of November +Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember, +Liv'd there such a thing as bliss; +Skies that now are dark were beaming. +Bold and azure, splendid seeming +Till I learn'd it all was dreaming — +Deadly drowsiness of Dis. + +But the stream of Time, swift flowing. +Brings the torment of half -knowing — +Dimly rushing, blindly going +Past the never-trodden lea; +And the voyager, repining. +Sees the wicked death-fires shining. +Hears the wicked petrel's whining +As he helpless drifts to sea. + +Evil wings in ether beating; +Vultures at the spirit eating; +Things unseen forever fleeting +Black against the leering sky. +Ghastly shades of bygone gladness. +Clawing fiends of future sadness. +Mingle in a cloud of madness +Ever on the soul to lie. + +Thus the living, lone and sobbing. +In the throes of anguish throbbing. + + + + +With the loathsome Furies robbing +Night and noon of peace and rest. +But beyond the groans and grating +Of abhorrent Life, is waiting +Sweet Obhvion, culminating +All the years of fruitless quest. + + + + +Fact and Fancy + + + +How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind + +Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind; + +Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude. + +And wreck the solace of the poet's mood! + +Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art. + +Rejects the language of the glowing heart; + +Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws; + +Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause; + +Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review. + +And sneers because his fables are untrue! + +In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes. + +But all the sadder tums, the more he knows! + +Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast + +The grateful legends of the storied past; + +Whose tongue in censure flays th' embellish'd page. + +And scorns the comforts of a dreary age: + +Wouldst strip the foliage from the vital bough + +Till all men grow as wisely dull as thou? + +Happy the man whose fresh, untainted eye + +Discerns a Pantheon in the spangled sky; + +Finds sylphs and dryads in the waving trees. + +And spies soft Notus in the southern breeze + +For whom the stream a cheering carol sings. + +While reedy music by the fountain rings; + +To whom the waves a Nereid tale confide + +Till friendly presence fills the rising tide. + +Happy is he, who void of learning's woes, + +Th' ethereal life of bodied Nature knows; + +I scorn the sage that tells me it but seems. + +And flout his gravity in sunlight dreams! + + + + +Festival + + + +Published December 1926 in Weird Tales + +There is snow on the ground. + +And the valleys are cold. + +And a midnight profound + +Blackly squats o'er the wold; + +But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of + +feastings unhallowed and old. + +There is death in the clouds. + +There is fear in the night. + +For the dead in their shrouds + +Hail the sun's turning flight. + +And chant wild in the woods as they dance + +round a Yule-altar fungous and white. + +To no gale of Earth's kind + +Sways the forest of oak. + +Where the thick boughs entwined + +By mad mistletoes choke. + +For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, + +from the graves of the lost Druid-folk. + +And mayst thou to such deeds +Be an abbot and priest. +Singing cannibal greeds +At each devil-wrought feast. +And to all the incredulous world +shewing dimly the sign of the beast. + +(Originally a christmas poem sent to Farnsworth Wright, who surprised +Lovecraft by publishing it as "Yule Horror.") + + + + +Fungi from Yuggoth + +Written 1929-30 + +I. The Book + +The place was dark and dusty and half-lost +In tangles of old alleys near the quays. +Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas. +And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed. +Small lozenge panes, obscured by smoke and frost. +Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees. +Rotting from floor to roof - congeries +Of crumbling elder lore at little cost. + +I entered, charmed, and from a cobw ebbed heap +Took up the nearest tome and thumbed it through. +Trembling at curious words that seemed to keep +Some secret, monstrous if one only knew. +Then, looking for some seller old in craft, +I could find nothing but a voice that laughed. + +II. Pursuit + +I held the book beneath my coat, at pains +To hide the thing from sight in such a place; +Hurrying through the ancient harbor lanes +With often-turning head and nervous pace. +Dull, furtive windows in old tottering brick +Peered at me oddly as I hastened by. +And thinking what they sheltered, I grew sick +For a redeeming glimpse of clean blue sky. + +No one had seen me take the thing - but still + +A blank laugh echoed in my whirling head. + +And I could guess what nighted worlds of ill + +Lurked in that volume I had coveted. + +The way grew strange - the walls alike and madding + +And far behind me, unseen feet were padding. + + + + +III. The Key + +I do not know what windings in the waste + +Of those strange sea-lanes brought me home once more. + +But on my porch I trembled, white with haste + +To get inside and bolt the heavy door. + +I had the book that told the hidden way + +Across the void and through the space-hung screens + +That hold the undimensioned worlds at bay. + +And keep lost aeons to their own demesnes. + +At last the key was mine to those vague visions +Of sunset spires and twilight woods that brood +Dim in the gulfs beyond this earth's precisions. +Lurking as memories of infinitude. +The key was mine, but as I sat there mumbling. +The attic window shook with a faint fumbling. + +IV. Recognition + +The day had come again, when as a child +I saw - just once - that hollow of old oaks. +Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes +The slinking shapes which madness has defiled. +It was the same - an herbage rank and wild +Clings round an altar whose carved sign invokes +That Nameless One to whom a thousand smokes +Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled. + +I saw the body spread on that dank stone. + +And knew those things which feasted were not men; + +I knew this strange, grey world was not my own. + +But Yuggoth, past the starry voids - and then + +The body shrieked at me with a dead cry. + +And all too late I knew that it was I! + +V. Homecoming + +The daemon said that he would take me home +To the pale, shadowy land I half recalled +As a high place of stair and terrace, walled +With marble balustrades that sky -winds comb. +While miles below a maze of dome on dome + + + + +And tower on tower beside a sea lies sprawled. +Once more, he told me, I would stand enthralled +On those old heights, and hear the far-off foam. + +All this he promised, and through sunset's gate + +He swept me, past the lapping lakes of flame. + +And red-gold thrones of gods without a name + +Who shriek in fear at some impending fate. + +Then a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night: + +"Here was your home," he mocked, "when you had sight!' + +VI. The Lamp + +We found the lamp inside those hollow cliffs +Whose chiseled sign no priest in Thebes could read. +And from whose caverns frightened hieroglyphs +Warned every living creature of earth's breed. +No more was there - just that one brazen bowl +With traces of a curious oil within; +Fretted with some obscurely patterned scroll. +And symbols hinting vaguely of strange sin. + +Little the fears of forty centuries meant + +To us as we bore off our slender spoil. + +And when we scanned it in our darkened tent + +We struck a match to test the ancient oil. + +It blazed - great God!. . . But the vast shapes we saw + +In that mad flash have seared our lives with awe. + +VII. Zaman's Hill + +The great hill hung close over the old town, + +A precipice against the main street's end; + +Green, tall, and wooded, looking darkly down + +Upon the steeple at the highway bend. + +Two hundred years the whispers had been heard + +About what happened on the man-shunned slope - + +Tales of an oddly mangled deer or bird. + +Or of lost boys whose kin had ceased to hope. + +One day the mail-man found no village there. +Nor were its folk or houses seen again; +People came out from Aylesbury to stare - + + + + +Yet they all told the mail-man it was plain + +That he was mad for saying he had spied + +The great hill's gluttonous eyes, and jaws stretched wide. + +VIII. The Port + +Ten miles from Arkham I had struck the trail +That rides the cliff-edge over Boynton Beach, +And hoped that just at sunset I could reach +The crest that looks on Innsmouth in the vale. +Far out at sea was a retreating sail. +White as hard years of ancient winds could bleach. +But evil with some portent beyond speech. +So that I did not wave my hand or hail. + +Sails out of Innsmouth! echoing old renown + +Of long-dead times. But now a too-swift night + +Is closing in, and I have reached the height + +Whence I so often scan the distant town. + +The spires and roofs are there - but look! The gloom + +Sinks on dark lanes, as lightless as the tomb! + +IX. The Courtyard + +It was the city I had known before; +The ancient, leprous town where mongrel throngs +Chant to strange gods, and beat unhallowed gongs +In crypts beneath foul alleys near the shore. +The rotting, fish-eyed houses leered at me +From where they leaned, drunk and half-animate. +As edging through the filth I passed the gate +To the black courtyard where the man would be. + +The dark walls closed me in, and loud I cursed +That ever I had come to such a den. +When suddenly a score of windows burst +Into wild light, and swarmed with dancing men: +Mad, soundless revels of the dragging dead - +And not a corpse had either hands or head! + + + + +X. The Pigeon-Flyers + +They took me slumming, where gaunt walls of brick + +Bulge outward with a viscous stored-up evil. + +And twisted faces, thronging foul and thick. + +Wink messages to alien god and devil. + +A million fires were blazing in the streets. + +And from flat roofs a furtive few would fly + +Bedraggled birds into the yawning sky + +While hidden drums droned on with measured beats. + +I knew those fires were brewing monstrous things. +And that those birds of space had been Outside - +I guessed to what dark planet's crypts they plied. +And what they brought from Thog beneath their wings. +The others laughed - till struck too mute to speak +By what they glimpsed in one bird's evil beak. + +XL The Well + +Farmer Seth Atwood was past eighty when +He tried to sink that deep well by his door. +With only Eb to help him bore and bore. +We laughed, and hoped he'd soon be sane again. +And yet, instead, young Eb went crazy, too. +So that they shipped him to the county farm. +Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue - +Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm. + +After the funeral we felt bound to get +Out to that well and rip the bricks away. +But all we saw were iron hand-holds set +Down a black hole deeper than we could say. +And yet we put the bricks back - for we found +The hole too deep for any line to sound. + +XII. The Howler + +They told me not to take the Briggs' Hill path +That used to be the highroad through to Zoar, +For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four. +Had left a certain monstrous aftermath. +Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view + + + + +The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope, + +I could not think of elms or hempen rope. + +But wondered why the house still seemed so new. + +Stopping a while to watch the fading day, +I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs. +When through the ivied panes one sunset ray +Struck in, and caught the howler unawares. +I glimpsed - and ran in frenzy from the place. +And from a four-pawed thing with human face. + +XIII. Hesperia + +The winter sunset, flaming beyond spires +And chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere. +Opens great gates to some forgotten year +Of elder splendours and divine desires. +Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires. +Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear; +A row of sphinxes where the way leads clear +Toward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres. + +It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers; +Where every unplaced memory has a source; +Where the great river Time begins its course +Down the vast void in starlit streams of hours. +Dreams bring us close - but ancient lore repeats +That human tread has never soiled these streets. + +XIV. Star-Winds + +It is a certain hour of twilight glooms. +Mostly in autumn, when the star-wind pours +Down hilltop streets, deserted out-of-doors. +But shewing early lamplight from snug rooms. +The dead leaves rush in strange, fantastic twists. +And chimney-smoke whirls round with alien grace. +Heeding geometries of outer space. +While Fomalhaut peers in through southward mists. + +This is the hour when moonstruck poets know +What fungi sprout in Yuggoth, and what scents +And tints of flowers fill Nithon's continents. + + + + +Such as in no poor earthly garden blow. +Yet for each dream these winds to us convey, +A dozen more of ours they sweep away! + +XV. Antarktos + +Deep in my dream the great bird whispered queerly +Of the black cone amid the polar waste; +Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly. +By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced. +Hither no living earth-shapes take their courses. +And only pale auroras and faint suns +Glow on that pitted rock, whose primal sources +Are guessed at dimly by the Elder Ones. + +If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder +What tricky mound of Nature's build they spied; +But the bird told of vaster parts, that under +The mile-deep ice-shroud crouch and brood and bide. +God help the dreamer whose mad visions shew +Those dead eyes set in crystal gulfs below! + +XVI. The Window + +The house was old, with tangled wings outthrown. +Of which no one could ever half keep track. +And in a small room somewhat near the back +Was an odd window sealed with ancient stone. +There, in a dream-plagued childhood, quite alone +I used to go, where night reigned vague and black; +Parting the cobwebs with a curious lack +Of fear, and with a wonder each time grown. + +One later day I brought the masons there + +To find what view my dim forbears had shunned. + +But as they pierced the stone, a rush of air + +Burst from the alien voids that yawned beyond. + +They fled - but I peered through and found unrolled + +All the wild worlds of which my dreams had told. + + + + +XVII. A Memory + +There were great steppes, and rocky table-lands +Stretching half-limitless in starlit night. +With alien campfires shedding feeble light +On beasts with tinkling bells, in shaggy bands. +Far to the south the plain sloped low and wide +To a dark zigzag line of wall that lay +Like a huge python of some primal day +Which endless time had chilled and petrified. + +I shivered oddly in the cold, thin air. + +And wondered where I was and how I came. + +When a cloaked form against a campfire's glare + +Rose and approached, and called me by my name. + +Staring at that dead face beneath the hood, + +I ceased to hope - because I understood. + +XVIII. The Gardens of Yin + +Beyond that wall, whose ancient masonry +Reached almost to the sky in moss-thick towers. +There would be terraced gardens, rich with flowers. +And flutter of bird and butterfly and bee. +There would be walks, and bridges arching over +Warm lotos-pools reflecting temple eaves. +And cherry-trees with delicate boughs and leaves +Against a pink sky where the herons hover. + +All would be there, for had not old dreams flung +Open the gate to that stone-lanterned maze +Where drowsy streams spin out their winding ways. +Trailed by green vines from bending branches hung? +I hurried - but when the wall rose, grim and great, +I found there was no longer any gate. + +XIX. The Bells + +Year after year I heard that faint, far ringing +Of deep-toned bells on the black midnight wind; +Peals from no steeple I could ever find. +But strange, as if across some great void winging. +I searched my dreams and memories for a clue. + + + + +And thought of all the chimes my visions carried; +Of quiet Innsmouth, where the white gulls tarried +Around an ancient spire that once I knew. + +Always perplexed I heard those far notes falling. +Till one March night the bleak rain splashing cold +Beckoned me back through gateways of recalling +To elder towers where the mad clappers tolled. +They tolled - but from the sunless tides that pour +Through sunken valleys on the sea's dead floor. + +XX. Night-Gaunts + +Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell. + +But every night I see the rubbery things. + +Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings. + +And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell. + +They come in legions on the north wind's swell. + +With obscene clutch that titillates and stings. + +Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings + +To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well. + +Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep. + +Heedless of all the cries I try to make. + +And down the nether pits to that foul lake + +Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep. + +But oh! If only they would make some sound. + +Or wear a face where faces should be found! + +XXL Nyarlathotep + +And at the last from inner Egypt came +The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed; +Silent and lean and cryptically proud. +And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame. +Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands. +But leaving, could not tell what they had heard; +While through the nations spread the awestruck word +That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands. + +Soon from the sea a noxious birth began; +Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold; +The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled + + + + +Down on the quaking citadels of man. + +Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play. + +The idiot Chaos blew Earth's dust away. + +XXII. Azathoth + +Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me. + +Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space. + +Till neither time nor matter stretched before me. + +But only Chaos, without form or place. + +Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered + +Things he had dreamed but could not understand. + +While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered + +In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned. + +They danced insanely to the high, thin whining +Of a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw. +Whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining +Gives each frail cosmos its eternal law. +"I am His Messenger," the daemon said. +As in contempt he struck his Master's head. + +XXIII. Mirage + +I do not know if ever it existed - + +That lost world floating dimly on Time's stream - + +And yet I see it often, violet-misted. + +And shimmering at the back of some vague dream. + +There were strange towers and curious lapping rivers. + +Labyrinths of wonder, and low vaults of light. + +And bough-crossed skies of flame, like that which quivers + +Wistfully just before a winter's night. + +Great moors led off to sedgy shores unpeopled. +Where vast birds wheeled, while on a windswept hill +There was a village, ancient and white-steepled. +With evening chimes for which I listen still. +I do not know what land it is - or dare +Ask when or why I was, or will be, there. + + + + +XXIV. The Canal + +Somewhere in dream there is an evil place +Where tall, deserted buildings crowd along +A deep, black, narrow channel, reeking strong +Of frightful things whence oily currents race. +Lanes with old walls half meeting overhead +Wind off to streets one may or may not know. +And feeble moonlight sheds a spectral glow +Over long rows of windows, dark and dead. + +There are no footfalls, and the one soft sound + +Is of the oily water as it glides + +Under stone bridges, and along the sides + +Of its deep flume, to some vague ocean bound. + +None lives to tell when that stream washed away + +Its dream-lost region from the world of clay. + +XXV. St. Toad's + +"Beware St. Toad's cracked chimes!" I heard him scream + +As I plunged into those mad lanes that wind + +In labyrinths obscure and undefined + +South of the river where old centuries dream. + +He was a furtive figure, bent and ragged. + +And in a flash had staggered out of sight. + +So still I burrowed onward in the night + +Toward where more roof-lines rose, malign and jagged. + +No guide-book told of what was lurking here - + +But now I heard another old man shriek: + +"Beware St.Toad's cracked chimes!" And growing weak, + +I paused, when a third greybeard croaked in fear: + +"Beware St. Toad's cracked chimes!" Aghast, I fled - + +Till suddenly that black spire loomed ahead. + +XXVI. The Familiars + +John Whateley lived about a mile from town. +Up where the hills begin to huddle thick; +We never thought his wits were very quick. +Seeing the way he let his farm run down. +He used to waste his time on some queer books + + + + +He'd found around the attic of his place. +Till funny lines got creased into his face. +And folks all said they didn't like his looks. + +When he began those night-howls we declared +He'd better be locked up away from harm. +So three men from the Aylesbury town farm +Went for him - but came back alone and scared. +They'd found him talking to two crouching things +That at their step flew off on great black wings. + +XXVII. The Elder Pharos + +From Leng, where rocky peaks climb bleak and bare + +Under cold stars obscure to human sight. + +There shoots at dusk a single beam of light + +Whose far blue rays make shepherds whine in prayer. + +They say (though none has been there) that it comes + +Out of a pharos in a tower of stone. + +Where the last Elder One lives on alone. + +Talking to Chaos with the beat of drums. + +The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask +Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide +A face not of this earth, though none dares ask +Just what those features are, which bulge inside. +Many, in man's first youth, sought out that glow. +But what they found, no one will ever know. + +XXVIII. Expectancy + +I cannot tell why some things hold for me +A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall. +Or of a rift in the horizon's wall +Opening to worlds where only gods can be. +There is a breathless, vague expectancy. +As of vast ancient pomps I half recall. +Or wild adventures, uncorporeal. +Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free. + +It is in sunsets and strange city spires. + +Old villages and woods and misty downs. + +South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns. + + + + +Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires. +But though its lure alone makes life worth living. +None gains or guesses what it hints at giving. + +XXIX. Nostalgia + +Once every year, in autumn's wistful glow. + +The birds fly out over an ocean waste. + +Calling and chattering in a joyous haste + +To reach some land their inner memories know. + +Great terraced gardens where bright blossoms blow. + +And lines of mangoes luscious to the taste. + +And temple-groves with branches interlaced + +Over cool paths - all these their vague dreams shew. + +They search the sea for marks of their old shore - +For the tall city, white and turreted - +But only empty waters stretch ahead. +So that at last they turn away once more. +Yet sunken deep where alien polyps throng. +The old towers miss their lost, remembered song. + +XXX. Background + +I never can be tied to raw, new things. + +For I first saw the light in an old town. + +Where from my window huddled roofs sloped down + +To a quaint harbour rich with visionings. + +Streets with carved doorways where the sunset beams + +Flooded old fanlights and small window-panes. + +And Georgian steeples topped with gilded vanes - + +These were the sights that shaped my childhood dreams. + +Such treasures, left from times of cautious leaven. +Cannot but loose the hold of flimsier wraiths +That flit with shifting ways and muddled faiths +Across the changeless walls of earth and heaven. +They cut the moment's thongs and leave me free +To stand alone before eternity. + + + + +XXXI. The Dweller + +It had been old when Babylon was new; +None knows how long it slept beneath that mound. +Where in the end our questing shovels found +Its granite blocks and brought it back to view. +There were vast pavements and foundation-walls. +And crumbling slabs and statues, carved to shew +Fantastic beings of some long ago +Past anything the world of man recalls. + +And then we saw those stone steps leading down +Through a choked gate of graven dolomite +To some black haven of eternal night +Where elder signs and primal secrets frown. +We cleared a path - but raced in mad retreat +When from below we heard those clumping feet. + +XXXII. Alienation + +His solid flesh had never been away. + +For each dawn found him in his usual place. + +But every night his spirit loved to race + +Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day. + +He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind. + +And come back safely from the Ghooric zone. + +When one still night across curved space was thrown + +That beckoning piping from the voids behind. + +He waked that morning as an older man. +And nothing since has looked the same to him. +Objects around float nebulous and dim - +False, phantom trifles of some vaster plan. +His folk and friends are now an alien throng +To which he struggles vainly to belong. + +XXXIII. Harbour Whistles + +Over old roofs and past decaying spires +The harbour whistles chant all through the night; +Throats from strange ports, and beaches far and white. +And fabulous oceans, ranged in motley choirs. +Each to the other alien and unknown. + + + + +Yet all, by some obscurely focussed force + +From brooding gulfs beyond the Zodiac's course. + +Fused into one mysterious cosmic drone. + +Through shadowy dreams they send a marching line + +Of still more shadowy shapes and hints and views; + +Echoes from outer voids, and subtle clues + +To things which they themselves cannot define. + +And always in that chorus, faintly blent. + +We catch some notes no earth-ship ever sent. + +XXXIV. Recapture + +The way led down a dark, half-wooded heath + +Where moss-grey boulders humped above the mould. + +And curious drops, disquieting and cold. + +Sprayed up from unseen streams in gulfs beneath. + +There was no wind, nor any trace of sound + +In puzzling shrub, or alien-featured tree. + +Nor any view before - till suddenly. + +Straight in my path, I saw a monstrous mound. + +Half to the sky those steep sides loomed upspread. + +Rank-grassed, and cluttered by a crumbling flight + +Of lava stairs that scaled the fear-topped height + +In steps too vast for any human tread. + +I shrieked - and knew what primal star and year + +Had sucked me back from man's dream-transient sphere! + +XXXV. Evening Star + +I saw it from that hidden, silent place +Where the old wood half shuts the meadow in. +It shone through all the sunset's glories - thin +At first, but with a slowly brightening face. +Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued. +Beat on my sight as never it did of old; +The evening star - but grown a thousandfold +More haunting in this hush and solitude. + +It traced strange pictures on the quivering air - +Half-memories that had always filled my eyes - +Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies + + + + +Of some dim life - 1 never could tell where. +But now I knew that through the cosmic dome +Those rays were calling from my far, lost home. + +XXXVI. Continuity + +There is in certain ancient things a trace + +Of some dim essence - more than form or weight; + +A tenuous aether, indeterminate. + +Yet linked with all the laws of time and space. + +A faint, veiled sign of continuities + +That outward eyes can never quite descry; + +Of locked dimensions harbouring years gone by. + +And out of reach except for hidden keys. + +It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow + +On old farm buildings set against a hill. + +And paint with life the shapes which linger still + +From centuries less a dream than this we know. + +In that strange light I feel I am not far + +From the fixt mass whose sides the ages are. + + + + +Good Saint Nick + +May good St. Nick, like as a bird of night. +Bring thee rich blessings in his annual flight; +Long by thy chimney rest his pond'rous pack. +And leave with lessen'd weight upon his back! + + + + +Hallowe'^en in a Suburb + +The steeples are white in the wild moonlight. + +And the trees have a silver glare; + +Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly. + +And the harpies of upper air. + +That flutter and laugh and stare. + +For the village dead to the moon outspread + +Never shone in the sunset's gleam. + +But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep + +Where the rivers of madness stream + +Down the gulfs to a pit of dream. + +A chill wind blows through the rows of sheaves + +In the meadows that shimmer pale. + +And comes to twine where the headstones shine + +And the ghouls of the churchyard wail + +For harvests that fly and fail. + +Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change + +That tore from the past its own + +Can quicken this hour, when a spectral power + +Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne. + +And looses the vast unknown. + +So here again stretch the vale and plain +That moons long-forgotten saw. +And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray. +Sprung out of the tomb's black maw +To shake all the world with awe. + +And all that the morn shall greet forlorn. + +The ugliness and the pest + +Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick. + +Shall some day be with the rest. + +And brood with the shades unblest. + +Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark. +And the leprous spires ascend; +For new and old alike in the fold + + + + +Of horror and death are penned. +For the hounds of Time to rend. + + + + +Laeta; A Lament + +How sad droop the willows by Zalal's fair side. +Where so lately I stray'd with my raven-hair'd bride; +Ev'ry light-floating lily, each flow'r on the shore. +Folds in sorrow since Laeta can see them no more! + +Oh blest were the days when in childhood and hope +With my Laeta I rov'd o'er the blossom-clad slope. +Plucking white meadow-daisies and ferns by the stream. +As we laugh'd at the ripples that twinkle and gleam. + +Not a bloom deck'd the mead that could rival in grace +The dear innocent charms of my Laeta's fair face; +Not a thrush thrill'd the grove with a carol so choice +As the silvery strains of my Laeta's sweet voice. + +The shy nymphs of the woodlands, the fount, and the plain. +Strove to equal her beauty, but strove all in vain; +Yet no envy they bore her, while fruitless they strove. +For so pure was my Laeta, they could only love! + +When the warm breath of Auster play'd soft o'er the flow'rs. +And young Zephyrus rustled the gay scented bow'rs, +Ev'ry breeze seem'd to pause as it drew near the fair. +Too much aw'd at her sweetness to tumble her hair. + +How fond were our dreams on the day when we stood +In the ivy-grown temple beside the dark wood; +When our pledges we seal'd at the sanctify'd shrine. +And I knew that my Laeta forever was mine! + +How blissful our thoughts when the wild autumn came. +And the forests with scarlet and gold were aflame; +Yet how heavy my heart when I first felt the fear +That my starry-eyed Laeta would fade with the year! + +The pastures were sere and the heavens were grey +When I laid my lov'd Laeta forever away. +And the river god pity'd, as weeping I pac'd +Mingling hot bitter tears with his cold frozen waste. + + + + +Now the flow'rs have return' d, but they bloom not so sweet +As in days when they blossom'd round Laeta's dear feet; +And the willows complain to the answering hill. +And the thrushes that once were so happy are still. + +The green meadows and groves in their loneliness pine. +Whilst the dryads no more in their madrigals join. +The breeze once so joyous now murmurs and sighs. +And blows soft o'er the spot where my lov'd Laeta lies. + +So pensive I roam o'er the desolate lawn +Where we wander'd and lov'd in the days that are gone. +And I yearn for the autumn, when Zalal's blue tide +Shall sing low by my grave and the lov'd Laeta's side. + + + + +Lines on General Robert Edward Lee + +Si veris magna paratur + +Fama bonis, et se successu nuda remoto + +Inspicitur virtus, quicquid laudamus in ullo + +Majorum, ortuna fuit. + +- Lucan + +Whilst martial echoes o'er the wave resound. +And Europe's gore incarnadines the ground; +Today no foreign hero we bemoan. +But count the glowing virtues of our own! +illustrious LEE! around whose honour'd name +Entwines a patriot's and a Christian's fame; +With whose just praise admiring nations ring. +And whom repenting foes contritely sing! +When first our land fraternal fury bore. +And Sumter's guns alarm'd the anxious shore; +When Faction's reign ancestral rights o'erthrew. +And sunder'd States a mutual hatred knew; +Then clash'd contending chiefs of kindred line. +In flesh to suffer and in fame to shine. +But o'er them all, majestic in his might. +Rose LEE, unrivall'd, to sublimest height: +With torturing choice defy'd opposing Fate, +And shunn'd Temptation for his native State! +Thus Washington his monarch's rule o'erturned +When young Columbia with rebellion burn'd. +And what in Washington the world reveres. +In LEE with equal magnitude appears. +Our nation's Father, crown'd with vict'ry bays. +Enjoys a loving land's eternal praise: +Let, then, our hearts with equal rev'rence greet +His proud successor, rising o'er defeat! +Around his greatness pour disheart'ning woes. +But still he tow'rs above his conquering foes. +Silence! ye jackal herd that vainly blame +Th' unspotted leader by a traitor's name. +If such was LEE, let blushing Justice mourn. +And trait'rous Liberty endure our scorn! +As Philopoemen once sublimely strove. +And earn'd declining Hellas' thankful love; + + + + +So followed LEE the purest patriot's part. + +And wak'd the worship of the grateful heart: + +The South her soul in body'd form discerns; + +The North from LEE a nobler freedom learns! + +Attend! ye sons of Albion's ancient race, + +Whate'er your country, and whate'er your place; + +LEE'S valiant deeds, though dear to Southern song. + +To all our Saxon strain as well belong. + +Courage like his the parent Island won. + +And led an Empire past the setting sun; + +To realms unknown our laws and language bore, + +Rais'd England's banner on the desert shore; + +Crush'd the proud rival, and subdued the sea + +For ages past, and aeons yet to be! + +From Scotia's hilly bounds the paean rolls. + +And Afric's distant Cape great LEE extols; + +The sainted soul and manly mien combine + +To grace Britannia's and Virginia's line + +As dullards now in thoughtless fervour prate + +Of shameful peace, and sing th' unmanly State; + +As churls their piping reprobations shriek. + +And damn the heroes that protect the weak; + +Let LEE'S brave shade the timid throng accost. + +And give them back the manhood they have lost! + +What kindlier spirit, breathing from on high. + +Can teach us how to live and how to die? + + + + +Little Tiger + +Little Tiger, burning bright +With a subtle Blakeish Hght, +Tell what visions have their home +In those eyes of flame and chrome! +Children vex thee - thoughtless, gay +Holding when thou wouldst away: +What dark lore is that which thou. +Spitting, mixest with thy meow? + + + + +Nathicana + +(cowritten with Alfred Galpin) + +It was in the pale garden of Zais; + +The mist-shrouded gardens of Zais, + +Where blossoms the white naphalot. + +The redolent herald of midnight. + +There slumber the still lakes of crystal. + +And streamlets that flow without murm'ring; + +Smooth streamlets from caverns of Kathos + +Where broodth the calm spirits of twilight. + +And over the lakes and the streamlets + +Are bridges of pure alabaster. + +White bridges all cunningly carven + +With figures of fairies and daemons. + +Here glimmer strange suns and strange planets. + +And strange is the crescent Bnapis + +That sets 'yong the ivy-grown ramparts + +Where thicken the dusk of the evening. + +Here fall the white vapours of Yabon; + +And here in the swirl of vapours + +I saw the divine Nathicana; + +The garlanded, white Nathicana; + +The slow -eyed, red-lipped Nathicana; + +The silver-voiced, sweet Nathicana; + +The pale-rob'd, belov'd Nathicana. + +And ever was she my beloved. + +From ages when time was unfashioned + +Now anything fashion'd but Yabon. + +And here dwelt we ever and ever. + +The innocent children of Zais, + +At peace in the paths and the arbours. + +White-crowned with the blest nephalote. + +How oft would we float in the twilight + +O'er flow'r-cover'd pastures and hillsides + +All white with the lowly astalthon; + +The lowly yet lovely astalthon. + +And dream in a world made of dreaming + +The dreams that are fairer than Aidenn; + +Bright dreams that are truer than reason! + +So dreamed and so lov'd we thro' ages. + + + + +Till came the cursed season of Dzannin; + +The daemon-damn'd season of Dzannin; + +When red shone the suns and the planets. + +And red learned the crescent Banapis, + +And red fell the vapours of Yabon. + +Then redden'd the blossoms and streamlets + +And lakes that lay under the bridges. + +And even the calm alabaster + +glowed pink with uncanny reflections + +Till all the carv'd fairies and daemons + +Leer'd redly from the backgrounds of shadow. + +Now redden'd my vision, and madly + +I strove to peer thro' the dense curtain + +And glimpsed the divine Nathicana; + +The pure, ever-pale Nathicana; + +The lov'd, the unchang'd Nathicana. + +But vortex on vortex of madness + +Beclouded my labouring vision; + +My damnable, reddening vision + +That built a new world for my seeing; + +Anew world of redness and darkness, + +A horrible coma call'd living + +So now in this come call'd living + +I view the bright phantons of beauty; + +The false hollow phantoms of beauty + +That cloak all the evils of Dzannin. + +I view them with infinite longing. + +So like do they seem to my lov'd one: + +Yet foul for their eyes shines their evil; + +Their cruel and pitilessevil. + +More evil than Thaphron and Latgoz, + +Twice ill fro its gorgeous concealment. + +And only in slumbers of midnight + +Appears the lost maid Nathicana, + +The pallid, the pure Nathicana + +Who fades at the glance of the dreamer. + +Again and again do I seek her; + +I woo with deep draughts of Plathotis, + +Deep draughts brew'd in wine of Astarte + +And strengthen'd with tears of long weeping. + +I yearn for the gardens of Zais; + +The lovely, lost garden of Zais + +Where blossoms the white nephalot. + + + + +The redolent herald of midnight. +The last potent draught am I brewing; +A draught that the daemons delight ih; +A drught that will banish the redness; +The horrible coma call'd living. +Soon, soon, if I fail not in brewing. +The redness and madness will vanish. +And deep in the worm-people'd darkness +Will rot the base chains that hav bound me. +Once more shall the gardens of Zais +Dawn white on my long-tortur'd vision, +Andthere midst the vapours of Yabon +Will stand the divine Nathicana; +The deathless, restor'd Nathicana +whose like is not met with in living. + +(In a letter to Donald Wandrei written August 2, 1927, Lovecraft said that this + +poem was supposed to be a + +"parody on those stylistic excesses which really have no basic meaning". In his + +response ten days later, + +Wandrei said "It is a rare and curious kind of literary freak, a satire too good, so + +that, instead of + +parodying, it possesses, the original." ) + + + + +Nemesis + +Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber. + +Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, + +I have lived o'er my lives without number, + +I have sounded all things with my sight; + +And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. + +I have whirled with the earth at the dawning. + +When the sky was a vaporous flame; + +I have seen the dark universe yawning + +Where the black planets roll without aim. + +Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name. + +I had drifted o'er seas without ending. + +Under sinister grey -clouded skies. + +That the many -forked lightning is rending. + +That resound with hysterical cries; + +With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise. + +I have plunged like a deer through the arches + +Of the hoary primoridal grove. + +Where the oaks feel the presence that marches. + +And stalks on where no spirit dares rove. + +And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches + +above. + +I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains + +That rise barren and bleak from the plain, + +I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains + +That ooze down to the marsh and the main; + +And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again. + +I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace, + +I have trod its untenanted hall. + +Where the moon rising up from the valleys + +Shows the tapestried things on the wall; + +Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall. + +I have peered from the casements in wonder +At the mouldering meadows around. +At the many-roofed village laid under + + + + +The curse of a grave-girdled ground; + +And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound. + +I have haunted the tombs of the ages, + +I have flown on the pinions of fear. + +Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages; + +Where the jokulls loom snow -clad and drear: + +And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer. + +I was old when the pharaohs first mounted + +The jewel-decked throne by the Nile; + +I was old in those epochs uncounted + +When I, and I only, was vile; + +And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle. + +Oh, great was the sin of my spirit. + +And great is the reach of its doom; + +Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it. + +Nor can respite be found in the tomb: + +Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom. + +Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber. + +Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, + +I have lived o'er my lives without number, + +I have sounded all things with my sight; + +And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. + + + + +Ode for July Fourth, 1917 + +As Columbia's brave scions, in anger array'd. + +Once defy'd a proud monarch and built a new nation; + +'Gainst their brothers of Britain unsheath'd the sharp blade + +That hath ne'er met defeat nor endur'd desecration; + +So must we in this hour + +Show our valour and pow'r. + +And dispel the black perils that over us low'r: + +Whilst the sons of Britannia, no longer our foes. + +Will rejoice in our triumphs and strengthen our blows! + +See the banners of Liberty float in the breeze + +That plays light o'er the regions our fathers defended; + +Hear the voice of the million resound o'er the leas. + +As deeds of the past are proclaim'd and commended; + +And in splendour on high + +Where our flags proudly fly. + +See the folds we tore down flung again to the sky: + +For the Emblem of England, in kinship unfurl'd. + +Shall divide with Old Glory the praise of the world! + +Bury'd now are the hatreds of subject and King, + +And the strife that once sunder'd an Empire hath vanish'd. + +With the fame of the Saxon the heavens shall ring + +As the vultures of darkness are baffled and banish' d; + +And the broad British sea. + +Of her enemies free. + +Shall in tribute bow gladly, Columbia to thee: + +For the friends of the Right, in the field side by side. + +Form a fabric of Freedom no hand can divide! + + + + +On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book of +Wonder + + + +The hours of night unheeded fly. +And in the grate the embers fade; +Vast shadows one by one pass by +In silent daemon cavalcade. + +But still the magic volume holds +The raptur'd eye in realms apart. +And fulgent sorcery enfolds +The willing mind and eager heart. + +The lonely room no more is there - +For to the sight in pomp appear +Temples and cities pois'd in air +And blazing glories - sphere on sphere. + + + + +On Receiving a Picture of Swans + +"Impromtu verse, or 'poetry' to order, is easy only when approached in the cooly + +prosaic sprit. Given + +something to say, a metrical mechanic like myself can easily hammer the matter + +into technically correct + +verse, substituting formal poetic diction for real inspiration or thought. For + +instance, I lately received a + +post-card bearing the picture of swans on a placid stream. Desiring to reply in + +appropriate verse, I harked + +back to the classic myth of Phaethon and Cygnus, handling it as follows: + +With pensive grace, the melancholy Swan +Mourns o'er the tomb of luckless Phaethon; +On grassy banks the weeping poplars wave. +And guard with tender card the wat'ry grave. +Would that I might, should I too proudly claim +An Heav'nly parent, or a God-like fame; +When flown too high, and dash'd to depths below. +Receive such tribute as a Cygnus' woe! +The faithful bird, that dumbly floats along. +Sighs all the deeper for his want of song. + +"This required about 10 minutes of composition." + + + + +Pacifist War Song - 1917 + +We are the valiant Knights of Peace +Who prattle for the Right: +Our banner is of snowy fleece, +Inscrib'd: "TOO PROUD TO FIGHT!" + +By sweet Chautauqua's flow'ry banks +We love to sing and play. +But should we spy a foeman's ranks! +We'd proudly run away! + +When Prussian fury sweeps the main +Our freedom to deny; +Of tyrant laws we ne'er complain; +But gladsomely comply! + +We do not fear the submarines +That plough the troubled foam; +We scorn the ugly old machines - +And safely stay at home! + +They say our country's close to war +And soon must man the guns; +But we see naught to struggle for - +We love the gentle Huns! + +What though their hireling Greaser bands +Invade our southern plains? +We well can spare those boist'rous lands. +Content with what remains! + +Our fathers were both rude and bold. +And would not live like brothers; +But we are of a finer mould - +We're much more like our mothers! + + + + +Poemata Minora + +Published September 1902 + +To The + +Gods, Heros, & Ideals + +Of The + +ANCIENTS + +This Volume is Affectionately + +DEDICATED + +By + +A + +GREAT + +ADMIRER + +I submit to the publik these idle lines, hoping they will please. + +They form a sort of series, with my Odyssey, Iliad, Aeneid, and the like. + +Ode to Selene or Diana + +Immortal Moon, in maiden splendour shine; +Dispense thy beams, divine Latona's child. +Thy silver rays all grosser things define. +And hide harsh Truth in sweet illusion mildl. + +In thy soft light, the city of unrest +That stands so squalid in thy brother's glare. +Throws off its habit, and in silence blest. +Becomes a vision, sparkling bright and fair. + +The modern world,with all its care and pain +The smokey streets, the loathsome clanging mills. +Face 'neath thy breams, Selene, and again +We dream as shepherds on Chaldea's hills. + +Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea; +Convey me where my happiness can last. +Draw me against the tide of Time's rought sea. +And let my sprirt rest amidst the past. + + + + +To the Old Pagan Religion + +Olympian gods! how can I let ye go. + +And pin my faith to this new Christian creed? + +Can I resign the deities I know, + +for him who on a cross for man did bleed? + +How in my weakness can my hopes depend +On one lone god, tho' mighty be his pow'r? +Why can Jove's host no more assistance lend. +To Soothe my pain, and cheer my troubled hour? + +Are there no dryads on these wooded mounts +O'er which I oft in desolation roam? +Are there no naiads in these crystal founts +Or nereids upon the ocean foam? + +Fast spreads the new; the older faith declines; +The name of Christ resounds upon the air; +But my wrack'd soul in solitude repines +And gives the gods their last-received pray'r. + +On the Ruin of Rome + +How dost thou lie, O Rome, neath the foot of the Teuton +Slaves are they men, and bent to the will of thy conqueror; +Wither hath gone, great city, the race that gave law to all nations, +Subdu'd the East and the West, and made them bow down to thy consuls. +Knew not defeat, but gave it to all who attack'd thee? + +Dead! and replac'd by these wretches who cower in confusion. + +Dead! they who gave us this empire to guard and to live in, + +Rome, thou didst fall from thy pow'r with the proud race that made thee, + +and we, base Italians, enjoy'd what we could not have builded. + +To Pan + +Seated in a woodland glen +By a shallow stream +Once I fell a-musing, when +I was lull'd into a dream. + + + + +From the brook a shape arose +Half a man and half a goat. +Hoofs it had instead of toes +And a beard adorn'd its throat. + +On a set of rustic reeds +Sweetly play'd this hybrid man +Naught car'd I for earthly needs. +For I knew that this was Pan. + +Nymphs and Satyrs gather'd round +To enjoy the lively sound. + +All to soon I woke in pain +And return'd to haunts of men +But in rural vales I'd fain +Live and hear Pan's pipes again + +On the Vanity of Human Ambition + +Apollo, chasing Daphen, claim'd his prize +But lo! she turn'd to wood before his eyes. +More modern swains at golden prizes aim. +And ever strive some worldly thing to claim. +Yet 'tis the same as in Apollo's case. +For, once attain' d, the purest gold seems base. +All that men seek's unworthy of the quest. +Yet seek they will, and never pause for rest. +True bliss, methinks, a man can only find +In virtuous life, and cultivated mind. + + + + +Providence + +Written May 1924 + +Where bay and river tranquil blend. + +And leafy hillsides rise. + +The spires of Providence ascend + +Against the ancient skies. + +And in the narrow winding ways + +That climb o'er slope and crest. + +The magic of forgotten days + +May still be found to rest. + +A fanlight's gleam, a knocker's blow, + +A glimpse of Georgian brick - + +The sights and sounds of long ago + +Where fancies cluster thick. + +A flight of steps with iron rail, + +A belfry looming tall, + +A slender steeple, carved and pale, + +A moss-grown garden wall. + +A hidden churchyard's crumbling proofs + +Of man's mortality, + +A rotting wharf where gambrel roofs + +Keep watch above the sea. + +Square and parade, whose walls have towered + +Full fifteen decades long + +By cobbled ways 'mid trees embowered. + +And slighted by the throng. + +Stone bridges spanning languid streams. + +Houses perched on the hill. + +And courts where mysteries and dreams + +The brooding spirit fill. + +Steep alley steps by vines concealed. + +Where small-paned windows glow + +At twilight on a bit of field + +That chance has left below. + +My Providence! What airy hosts + +Turn still thy gilded vanes; + +What winds of elf that with grey ghosts + +People thine ancient lanes! + +The chimes of evening as of old + +Above thy valleys sound. + + + + +While thy stern fathers 'neath the mould +Make blest thy sacred ground. + + + + +Revelation + +In a vale of light and laughter. +Shining 'neath the friendly sun. +Where fulfilment foUow'd after +Ev'ry hope or dream begun; +Where an Aidenn gay and glorious, +Beckon'd down the winsome way; +There my soul, o'er pain victorious, +Laugh'd and lingered - yesterday. + +Green and narrow was my valley, +Temper'd with a verdant shade; +Sun deck'd brooklets musically +Sparkled thro' each glorious glade; +And at night the stars serenely +Glow'd betwixt the boughs o'erhead. +While Astarte, calm and queenly. +Floods of fairy radiance shed. + +There amid the tinted bowers, +Raptur'd with the opiate spell +Of the grasses, ferns and flowers. +Poppy, Phlox and Pimpernel, +Long I lay, entranc'd and dreaming, +Pleas'd with Nature's bounteous store. +Till I mark'd the shaded gleaming +Of the sky, and yearn'd for more. + +Eagerly the branches tearing, +Clear'd I all the space above. +Till the bolder gaze, high faring, +Scann'd the naked skies of Jove; +Deeps unguess'd now shone before me. +Splendid beam'd the solar car; +Wings of fervid fancy bore me +Out beyond the farthest star. + +Reaching, gasping, wishing, longing +For the pageant brought to sight. +Vain I watch'd the gold orbs thronging +Round the celestial poles of light. + + + + +Madly on a moonbeam ladder +Heav'ns abyss I sought to scale. +Ever wiser, ever sadder. +As the fruitless task would fail. + +Then, with futile striving sated, +Veer'd my soul to earth again. +Well content that I was fated +For a fair, yet low domain; +Pleasing thoughts of glad tomorrows. +Like the blissful moments past, +Lull'd to rest my transient sorrows, +Stil'd my godless greed at last. + +But my downward glance, returning. +Shrank in fright from what it spy'd; +Slopes in hideous torment burning. +Terror in the brooklet's tide: +For the dell, of shade denuded +By my desecrating hand, +'Neath the bare sky blaz'd and brooded +As a lost, accursed land. + + + + +The Bride of the Sea + +Black loom the crags of the uplands behind me. +Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore. +Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me +Sadly of years in the lost Nevermore. + +Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish'd boulder. +Sweet is the sound and familiar to me; +Here, with her head gently bent to my shoulder, +Walk'd I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea. + +Bright was the morn of my youth when I met her. +Sweet as the breeze that blew o'er the brine. +Swift was I captur'd in Love's strongest fetter. +Glad to be here, and she glad to be mine. + +Never a question ask'd I where she wander'd. +Never a question ask'd she of my birth: +Happy as children, we thought not nor ponder'd. +Glad of the bounty of ocean and earth. + +Once when the moonlight play'd soft 'mid the billows. +High on the cliff o'er the waters we stood. +Bound was her hair with a garland of willows, +Pluck'd by the fount in the bird-haunted wood. + +Strangely she gaz'd on the surges beneath her, +Charm'd with the sound or entranc'd by the light: +Then did the waves a wild aspect bequeath her. +Stern as the ocean and weird as the night. + +Coldly she left me, astonish'd and weeping. +Standing alone 'mid the legions she bless'd: +Down, ever downward, half gliding, half creeping. +Stole the sweet Unda in oceanward quest. + +Calm grew the sea, and tumultuous beating +Turn'd to a ripple as Unda the fair +Trod the wet sands in affectionate greeting, +Beckon'd to me, and no longer was there! + + + + +Long did I pace by the banks where she vanish' d. +High cHmb'd the moon and descended again. +Grey broke the dawn till the sad night was banish' d. +Still ach'd my soul with its infinite pain. + +All the wide world have I search'd for my darling; +Scour'd the far desert and sail'd distant seas. +Once on the wave while the tempest was snarling, +Flash'd a fair face that brought quiet and ease. + +Ever in restlessness onward I stumble +Seeking and pining scarce heeding my way. +Now have I stray' d where the wide waters rumble. +Back to the scene of the lost yesterday. + +Lo! the red moon from the ocean's low hazes +Rises in ominous grandeur to view; +Strange is its face as my tortur'd eye gazes +O'er the vast reaches of sparkle and blue. + +Straight from the moon to the shore where I'm sighing +Grows a bright bridge made of wavelets and beams. +Frail it may be, yet how simple the trying, +Wand'ring from earth to the orb of sweet dreams. + +What is yon face in the moonlight appearing; +Have I at last found the maiden that fled? +Out on the beam-bridge my footsteps are nearing +Her whose sweet beckoning hastens my tread. + +Current's surround me, and drowsily swaying. +Far on the moon-path I seek the sweet face. +Eagerly, hasting, half panting, half praying. +Forward I reach for the vision of grace. + +Murmuring waters about me are closing. +Soft the sweet vision advances to me. +Done are my trials; my heart is reposing +Safe with my Unda, the Bride of the Sea. + + + + +The Cats + +Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering +Flames of futility swirling below; +Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering. +Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. + +Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers. +Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; +Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers +Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun. + +Colour and splendour, disease and decaying. +Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane. +Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying. +Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain. + +Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal. +Howling and lean in the glare of the moon. +Screaming the future with mouthings infernal. +Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune. + +Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling. +Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets; +Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling +Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats. + +Belfries that buckle against the moon totter. +Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd. +And living to answer the wind and the water. +Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes. + + + + +The City + + + +It was golden and splendid. + +That City of light; + +A vision suspended + +In deeps of the night; + +A region of wonder and glory, whose temples were marble and white. + +I remember the season + +It dawn'd on my gaze; + +The mad time of unreason. + +The brain-numbing days + +When Winter, white-sheeted and ghastly, stalks onward to torture and craze. + +More lovely than Zion + +It shone in the sky + +When the beams of Orion + +Beclouded my eye. + +Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries of moments obscure and gone + +by. + +Its mansions were stately. + +With carvings made fair. + +Each rising sedately + +On terraces rare. + +And the gardens were fragrant and bright with strange miracles blossoming + +there. + +The avenues lur'd me + +With vistas sublime; + +Tall arches assur'd me + +That once on a time + +I had wander'd in rapture beneath them, and bask'd in the Halcyon clime. + +On the plazas were standing + +A sculptur'd array; + +Long bearded, commanding, + +rave men in their day- + +But one stood dismantled and broken, its bearded face battered away. + +In that city effulgent +No mortal I saw. + + + + +But my fancy, indulgent + +To memory's law, + +Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas, and eyed their stone features with awe. + +I fann'd the faint ember + +That glow'd in my mind. + +And strove to remember + +The aeons behind; + +To rove thro' infinity freely, and visit the past unconfin'd. + +Then the horrible warning + +Upon my soul sped + +Like the ominous morning + +That rises in red. + +And in panic I flew from the knowledge of terrors forgotten and dead. + + + + +The Conscript + +I am a peaceful working man, +I am not wise or strong. +But I can follow Nature's plan. +In labour, rest, and song. + +One day the men that rule us all +Decided we must die. +Else pride and freedom surely fall +In the dim bye and bye! + +They told me I must write my name +Upon a scroll of death; +That some day I should rise to fame +By giving up my breath. + +I do not know what I have done +That I should thus be bound +To wait for tortures one by one +And then an unmark'd mound. + +I hate no man, and yet they say +That I must fight and kill; +That I must suffer day by day +To please a master's will. + +I used to have a conscience free. +But now they bid it rest; +They've made a number out of me. +And I must ne'er protest. + +They tell of trenches, long and deep, +Fill'd with the mangled slain. +They talk till I can scarcely sleep. +So reeling is my brain. + +They tell of filth, and blood, and woe; +Of things beyond belief; +Of things that make me tremble so +With mingled fright and grief. + + + + +I do not know what I shall do - +Is not the law unjust? +I can't do what they want me to. +And yet they say I must! + +Each day my doom doth nearer bring; +Each day the State prepares; +Sometimes I feel a watching thing +That stares, and stares, and stares. + +I never seem to sleep - my head +Whirls in the queerest way. +Why am I chosen to be dead +Upon some fateful day? + +Yet hark - some fibre is o'erwrought +A giddying wine I quaff - +Things seem so odd, I can do naught +But laugh, and laugh, and laugh! + + + + +The Garden + +There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams. + +Where the very Maytime sunHght plays and glows with spectral gleams; + +Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey. + +And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday. + +There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool. + +And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool: + +In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare. + +Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air. + +There is not a living creature in the lonely space arouna. + +And the hedge-encompass'd d quiet never echoes to a sound. + +As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find + +When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind; + +I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more. + +As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before. + +Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start - + +For I know the flow'rs are shrivell'd hopes - the garden is my heart. + + + + +The House + + + +'Tis a grove-circled dwelling + +Set close to a hill. + +Where the branches are telling + +Strange legends of ill; + +Over timbers so old + +That they breathe of the dead. + +Crawl the vines, green and cold. + +By strange nourishment fed; + +And no man knows the juices they suck from the depths of their dank slimy bed. + +In the gardens are growing + +Tall blossoms and fair. + +Each pallid bloom throwing + +Perfume on the air; + +But the afternoon sun + +with its shining red rays + +Makes the picture loom dun + +On the curious gaze. + +And above the sween scent of the the blossoms rise odours of numberless days. + +The rank grasses are waving + +On terrace and lawn. + +Dim memories savouring + +Of things that have gone; + +The stones of the walks + +Are encrusted and wet. + +And a strange spirit stalks + +When the red sun has set. + +And the soul of the watcher is fill'd with faint pictures he fain would forget. + +It was in the hot Junetime + +I stood by that scene. + +When the gold rays of noontime + +Beat bright on the green. + +But I shiver'd with cold. + +Groping feebly for light. + +As a picture unroll'd - + +And my age-spanning sight + +Saw the time I had been there before flash like fulgury out of the night. + + + + +(This poem is about the house at 135 Benefit Street in Providence that also +inspired the short story "The Shunned House".) + + + + +The Messenger + +The thing, he said, would come in the night at three +From the old churchyard on the hill below; +But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow, +I tried to tell myself it could not be. + +Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry +Devised by one who did not truly know +The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago. +That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free. + +He had not meant it - no - but still I lit +Another lamp as starry Leo climbed +Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed +Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit. + +Then at the door that cautious rattling came - +And the mad truth devoured me like a flame! + +(This was written in response to Bertrand Kelton Hart, author of a daily column + +called "The Sideshow" in + +the Providence Journal, who, upon discovering that Wilcox's residence in "The + +CallofCthulhu"(7 + +Thomas Street) was his own, published in his column " . . .1 shall not be happy + +until, joining league with + +wraiths and ghouls, I have plumped down at least one large and abiding ghost + +by way of reprisal upon + +[Lovecraft's] own doorstep in Barnes street. . . I think I shall teach it to moan in a + +minor dissonance every + +morning at 3 o'clock sharp, with a clinking of chains.") + + + + +The Peace Advocate + +(Supposed to be a "pome," but cast strictly in modern metre) + +The vicar sat in the firehght's glow, + +A volume in his hand. + +And a tear he shed for the widespread woe. + +And the anguish brought by the vicious foe + +That overran the land. + +But never a hand for his King raised he. +For he was a man of peace; +And he car'd not a whit for the victory +That must come to preserve his nation free. +And the world from fear release. + +His son had buckled on his sword. +The first at the front was he. +But the vicar his valiant child ignor'd +And his noble deeds in the field deplor'd. +For he knew not bravery. + +On his flock he strove to fix his will. + +And lead them to scorn the fray. + +He told them that conquest brings but ill; + +That meek submission would serve them still + +To keep the foe away. + +In vain did he hear the bugle's sound +That strove to avert the fall. +The land, quoth he, is all men's ground. +What matter if friend or foe be found +As master of us all? + +One day from the village green hard by +The vicar heard a roar +Of cannon that rival'd the anguish'd cry +Of the hundreds that liv'd but wish'd to die +As the enemy rode them o'er. + +Now he sees his own cathedral shake + +At the foemen's wanton aim. + +The ancient towers with the bullets quake; + + + + +The steeples fall, the foundations break. +And the whole is lost in flame. + +Up the vicarage lane file the cavalcade. +And the vicar, and daughter, and wife +Scream out in vain for the needed aid +That only a regiment might have made +Ere they lose what is more than life. + +Then quick to his brain came manhood's thought. + +As he saw his erring course. + +And the vicar his dusty rifle brought + +That the foe might at least by one be fought. + +And force repaid with force. + +One shot - the enemy's blasting fire + +A breach in the wall cuts through. + +But the vicar replies with his wakened ire; + +Fells one arm'd brute for each fallen spire. + +And in blood is born anew. + +Two shots - the wife and daughter sink. +Each with a mortal wound. +And the vicar, too madden'd by far to think. +Rushes boldly on to death's vague brink +With the manhood he has found. + +Three shots - but shots of another kind +The smoky regions rend. +And upon the foemen with rage gone blind, +like a ceaseless, resistless, avenging wind. +The rescuing troops descend. + +The smoke-pall clears, and the vicar's son +His father's life has sav'd. +And the vicar looks o'er ruin done. +Ere the victory by his child was won. +His face with care engrav'd. + +The vicar sat in the firelight's glow. + +The volume in his hand + +That brought to his hearth the bitter woe + + + + +Which only a husband and father can know. +And truly understand. + +With a chasten'd mien he flung the book + +To the leaping flames before. + +And a breath of sad relief he took + +As the pages blacken'd beneath his look - + +The fool of peace no more! + +Epilogue + +The reverend parson, wak'd to man's estate. +Laments his wife's and daughter's common fate. +His martial son in warm embrace enfolds. +And clings the tighter to the child he holds: +His peaceful notions, banish'd in an hour. +Will nevermore his wit or sense devour. +But steep'd in truth, 'tis now his nobler plan +To cure, yet recognize, the faults of man. + + + + +The Poe-et^s Nightmare + +A Fable + +Luxus tumultus semper causa est. + +LucuUus Languish, student of the skies. + +And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies, + +A bard by choice, a grocer's clerk by trade, + +(Grown pessimist through honours long delay'd) + +A secret yearning bore, that he might shine + +In breathing numbers, and in song divine. + +Each day his fountain pen was wont to drop + +An ode or dirge or two about the shop. + +Yet naught could strike the chord within his heart + +That throbb'd for poesy, and cry'd for art. + +Each eve he sought his bashful Muse to wake + +With overdoses of ice cream and cake. + +But though th' ambitious youth a dreamer grew, + +Th' Aonian Nymph delcin'd to come to view. + +Something at dusk he scour'd the heav'ns afar +Searching for raptures in the evening star; +One night he strove to catch a tale untold +In crystal deeps - but only caught a cold. +So pin'd LucuUus with his lofty woe. +Till one drear day he bought a set of Poe: +Charm'd with the cheerful horrors there display's. +He vow'd with gloom to woo the Heav'nly Maid. +Of Auber's Tarn and Yaanek's slope he dreams. +And weaves an hundred Ravens in his schemes. +Not far from our young hero's peaceful home. +Lies the fair grove wherein he loves to roam. +Though but a stunted copse in vacant lot. +He dubs it Temp-e, and adores the spot; +When shallow puddles dot the wooded plain. +And brim o'er muddy banks with muddy rain. +He calls them limpid lakes or poison pools, +(Depending on which bard his fancy rules.) + +'Tis here he comes with Heliconian fire +On Sundays when he smites the Attic lyre; + + + + +And here one afternoon he brought his gloom, +Resolv'd to chant a poet's lay of doom. +Roget's Thesaurus, and a book of rhymes. +Provide the rungs whereon his spirit climbs: +With this grave retinue he trod the grove +And pray'd the Fauns he might a Poe-et prove. +But sad to tell, ere Pegasus flew high. +The not unrelish'd supper hour drew nigh; +Our tuneful swain th' imperious call attends. +And soon above the groaning table bends. +Though it were too prosaic to relate +Th' exact particulars of what he ate, +(Such long-drawn lists the hasty reader skips. +Like Homer's well-known catalogue of ships) +This much we swear: that as adjournment near'd, +A monstrous lot of cake had disappear'd! +Soon to his chamber the young bard repairs. +And courts soft Somnus with sweet Lydian airs; +Through open casement scans the star-strown deep. +And 'neath Orion's beams sinks off to sleep. + +Now start from airy dell the elfin train + +That dance each midnight o'er the sleeping plain. + +To bless the just, or cast a warning spell + +On those who dine not wisely, but too well. + +First Deacon Smith they plague, whose nasal glow + +Comes from what Holmes hath call'd "Elixir Pro"; + +Group'd round the couch his visage they deride. + +Whilst through his dreams unnumber'd serpents glide. + +Next troop the little folk into the room + +Where snore our young Endymion, swath'd in gloom: + +A smile lights up his boyish face, whilst he + +Dreams of the moon - or what he ate at tea. + +The chieftain elf th' unconscious youth surveys, + +and on his form a strange enchantment lays: + +Those lips, that lately trill'd with frosted cake. + +Uneasy sounds in slumbrous fashion make; + +At length their owner's fancies they rehearse. + +And lisp this awesome Poe-em in blank verse: + +Aletheia Phrikodes + +Omnia risus et omnia pulvis et omnia nihil. + + + + +Demoniac clouds, up-pil'd in chasmy reach + +Of soundless heav'n, smother'd the brooding night; + +Nor came the wonted whisp'rings of the swamp. + +Nor voice of autumn wind along the moor. + +Nor mutter'd noises of th' insomnious grove + +Whose black recesses never saw the sun. + +Within that grove a hideous hollow lies. + +Half bare of trees; a pool in centre lurks + +That none dares sound; a tarn of murky face, + +(Though naught can prove its hue, since light of day. + +Affrighted, shuns the forest-shadow's banks.) + +Hard by, a yawning hillside grotto breathes + +From deeps unvisited, a dull, dank air + +That sears the leaves on certain stunted trees + +Which stand about, clawing the spectral gloom + +With evil boughs. To this accursed dell + +Come woodland creatures, seldom to depart: + +Once I behold, upon a crumbling stone + +Set altar-like before the cave, a thing + +I saw not clearly, yet from glimpsing, fled. + +In this half-dusk I meditate alone + +At many a weary noontide, when without + +A world forgets me in its sun-blest mirth. + +Here howls by night the werewolves, and the souls + +Of those that knew me well in other days. + +Yet on this night the grove spake not to me; + +Nor spake the swamp, nor wind along the moor + +Nor moan'd the wind about the lonely eaves + +Of the bleak, haunted pile wherein I lay. + +I was afraid to sleep, or quench the spark + +Of the low -burning taper by my couch. + +I was afraid when through the vaulted space + +Of the old tow'r, the clock-ticks died away + +Into a silence so profound and chill + +That my teeth chatter'd - giving yet no sound. + +Then flicker'd low the light, and all dissolv'd + +Leaving me floating in the hellish grasp + +Of body'd blackness, from whose beating wings + +Came ghoulish blasts of charnel-scented mist. + +things vague, unseen, unfashion'd, and unnam'd + +Jostled each other in the seething void + +That gap'd, chaotic, downward to a sea + +Of speechless horror, foul with writhing thoughts. + + + + +All this I felt, and felt the mocking eyes + +Of the curs's universe upon my soul; + +Yet naught I saw nor heard, till flash'd a beam + +Of lurid lustre through the rotting heav'ns. + +Playing on scenes I labour'd not to see. + +Methought the nameless tarn, alight at last. + +Reflected shapes, and more reveal'd within + +Those shocking depths that ne'er were seen before; + +Methought from out the cave a demon train. + +Grinning and smirking, reel'd in fiendish rout; + +Bearing within their reeking paws a load + +Of carrion viands for an impious feast. + +Methought the stunted trees with hungry arms + +Grop'd greedily for things I dare not name; + +The while a stifling, wraith-like noisomeness + +Fill'd all the dale, and spoke a larger life + +Of uncorporeal hideousness awake + +In the half-sentient wholeness of the spot. + +Now glow'd the ground, and tarn, and cave, and trees. + +And moving forms, and things not spoken of. + +With such a phosphorescence as men glimpse + +In the putrescent thickets of the swamp + +Where logs decaying lie, and rankness reigns. + +Methought a fire-mist drap'd with lucent fold + +The well-remember'd features of the grove. + +Whilst whirling ether bore in eddying streams + +The hot, unfinish'd stuff of nascent worlds + +Hither and thither through infinity + +Of light and darkness, strangely intermix'd; + +Wherein all entity had consciousness. + +Without th' accustom'd outward shape of life. + +Of these swift circling currents was my soul. + +Free from the flesh, a true constituent part; + +Nor felt I less myself, for want of form. + +Then clear'd the mist, and o'er a star-strown scene + +Divine and measureless, I gaz'd in awe. + +Alone in space, I view'd a feeble fleck + +Of silvern light, marking the narrow ken + +Which mortals call the boundless universe. + +On ev'ry side, each as a tiny star. + +Shone more creations, vaster than our own. + +And teeming with unnumber'd forms of life; + +Though we as life would recognize it not. + + + + +Being bound to earthy thoughts of human mould. + +As on a moonless night the Milky Way + +In solid sheen displays its countless orbs + +To weak terrestrial eyes, each orb a sun; + +So beam'd the prospect on my wond'ring soul; + +A spangled curtain, rich with twinkling gems. + +Yet each a mighty universe of suns. + +But as I gaz'd, I sens'd a spirit voice + +In speech didactic, though no voice it was. + +Save as it carried thought. It bade me mark + +That all the universes in my view + +Form'd but an atom in infinity; + +Whose reaches pass the ether-laden realms + +Of heat and light, extending to far fields + +Where flourish worlds invisible and vague, + +Fill'd with strange wisdom and uncanny life. + +And yet beyond; to myriad spheres of light. + +To spheres of darkness, to abysmal voids + +That know the pulses of disorder'd force. + +Big with these musings, I survey'd the surge + +Of boundless being, yet I us'd not eyes. + +For spirit leans not on the props of sense. + +The docent presence swell'd my strength of soul; + +All things I knew, but knew with mind alone. + +Time's endless vista spread before my thought + +With its vast pageant of unceasing change + +And sempiternal strife of force and will; + +I saw the ages flow in stately stream + +Past rise and fall of universe and life; + +I saw the birth of suns and worlds, their death. + +Their transmutation into limpid flame. + +Their second birth and second death, their course + +Perpetual through the aeons' termless flight. + +Never the same, yet born again to serve + +The varying purpose of omnipotence. + +And whilst I watch' d, I knew each second's space + +Was greater than the lifetime of our world. + +Then turn'd my musings to that speck of dust + +Whereon my form corporeal took its rise; + +That speck, born but a second, which must die + +In one brief second more; that fragile earth; + +That crude experiment; that cosmic sport + +Which holds our proud, aspiring race of mites + + + + +And moral vermin; those presuming mites + +Whom ignorance with empty pomp adorns. + +And misinstructs in specious dignity; + +Those mites who, reas'ning outward, vaunt themselves + +As the chief work of Nature, and enjoy + +In fatuous fancy the particular care + +Of all her mystic, super-regnant pow'r. + +And as I strove to vision the sad sphere + +Which lurk'd, lost in ethereal vortices; + +Methough my soul, tun'd to the infinite, + +Refus'd to glimpse that poor atomic blight; + +That misbegotten accident of space; + +That globe of insignificance, whereon + +(My guide celestial told me) dwells no part + +Of empyreal virtue, but where breed + +The coarse corruptions of divine disease; + +The fest'ring ailments of infinity; + +The morbid matter by itself call'd man: + +Such matter (said my guide) as oft breaks forth + +On broad Creation's fabric, to annoy + +For a brief instant, ere assuaging death + +Heal up the malady its birth provok'd. + +Sicken' d, I turn'd my heavy thoughts away. + +Then spake th' ethereal guide with mocking mien. + +Upbraiding me for searching after Truth; + +Visiting on my mind the searing scorn + +Of mind superior; laughing at the woe + +Which rent the vital essence of my soul. + +Methought he brought remembrance of the time + +When from my fellows to the grove I stray'd. + +In solitude and dusk to meditate + +On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil + +Of seeming good and seeming beauteousness + +That covers o'er the tragedy of Truth, + +Helping mankind forget his sorry lot. + +And raising Hope where Truth would crush it down. + +He spake, and as he ceas'd, methought the flames + +Of fuming Heav'n revolv'd in torments dire; + +Whirling in maelstroms of revellious might. + +Yet ever bound by laws I fathom'd not. + +Cycles and epicycles of such girth + +That each a cosmos seem'd, dazzled my gaze + +Till all a wild phantasmal flow became. + + + + +Now burst athwart the fulgent formlessness + +A rift of purer sheen, a sight supernal. + +Broader that all the void conceiv'd by man. + +Yet narrow here. A glimpse of heav'ns beyond; + +Of weird creations so remote and great + +That ev'n my guide assum'd a tone of awe. + +Borne on the wings of stark immensity, + +A touch of rhythm celestial reach'd my soul; + +Thrilling me more with horror than with joy. + +Again the spirit mock'd my human pangs. + +And deep revil'd me for presumptuous thoughts; + +Yet changing now his mien, he bade me scan + +The wid'ning rift that clave the walls of space; + +He bade me search it for the ultimate; + +He bade me find the truth I sought so long; + +He bade me brave th' unutterable Thing, + +The final Truth of moving entity. + +All this he bade and offer'd - but my soul. + +Clinging to life, fled without aim or knowledge. + +Shrieking in silence through the gibbering deeps. + + + +'*■'*■'*■'*■'*■'*■ + + + +Thus shriek'd the young LucuUus, as he fled +Through gibbering deeps - and tumbled out of bed; +Within the room the morning sunshine gleams. +Whilst the poor youth recalls his troubled dreams. +He feels his aching limbs, whose woeful pain +Informs his soul his body lives again. +And thanks his stars - or cosmoses - or such - +That he survives the noxious nightmare's clutch. +Thrill'd with the music of th' eternal spheres, +(Or is it the alarm-clock that he hears?) +He vows to all the Pantheon, high and low. +No more to feed on cake, or pie, or Foe. +And now his gloomy spirits seem to rise. +As he the world beholds with clearer eyes; +The cup he thought too full of dregs to quaff. +Affords him wine enough to raise a laugh. +(All this is metaphor - you must not think +Our late Endymion prone to stronger drink!) +With brighter visage and with lighter heart. +He turns his fancies to the grocer's mart; + + + + +And strange to say, at last he seems to find + +His daily duties worthy of his mind. + +Since Truth prov'd such a high and dang'rous goal. + +Our bard seeks one less trying to his soul; + +With deep-drawn breath he flouts his dreary woes. + +And a good clerk from a bad poet grows! + +Now close attend my lay, ye scribbling crew + +That bay the moon in numbers strange and new; + +That madly for the spark celestial bawl + +In metres short or long, or none at all; + +Curb your rash force, in numbers or at tea. + +Nor over-zealous for high fancies be; + +Reflect, ere ye the draught Pierian take. + +What worthy clerks or plumbers ye might make; + +Wax not too frenzied in the leaping line + +That neither sense nor measure can confine. + +Lest ye, like young LucuUus Launguish, groan + +Beneath Poe-etic nightmares of your own! + + + + +The Rose of England + +At morn the rosebud greets the sun + +And sheds the evening dew. + +Expanding ere the day is done. + +In bloom of radiant hue + +And when the sun his rest hath found, + +Rose-Petals strew the garden round! + +Thus that blest Isle that owns the Rose + +From mist and darkness came, + +A million glories to disclose. + +And spread BRITANNIA'S name; + +And ere Life's Sun shall leave the blue, + +ENGLAND shall reign the whole world through! + + + + +The Wood + +They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles +Of forest night had hid eternal things. +They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles +To make a city for their revellings. + +White and amazing to the lands around + +That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose; + +Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned + +With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows. + +And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang. +While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains; +Never a voice of elder marvels sang. +Nor any eye called up the hills and plains. + +Thus down the years, till on one purple night +A drunken minstrel in his careless verse +Spoke the vile words that should not see the light. +And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse. + +Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield; +So on the spot where that proud city stood. +The shuddering dawn no single stone revealed. +But fled the blackness of a primal wood. + + + + +To Edward John Moreton Drax +Plunkelt, Eighteenth Baron Dunsany + +As when the sun above a dusky wold. + +Springs into sight and turns the gloom to gold. + +Lights with his magic beams the dew-deck'd bow'r. + +And wakes to life the gay responsive flow'r; + +So now o'er realms where dark'ning dulness lies. + +In solar state see shining PLUNKETT rise! + +Monarch of Fancy! whose ethereal mind + +Mounts fairy peaks, and leaves the throng behind; + +Whose soul untainted bursts the bounds of space. + +And leads to regions of supernal grace: + +Can any praise thee with too strong a tone. + +Who in this age of folly gleam'd alone? + +Thy quill, DUNSANY, with an art divine + +Recalls the gods to each deserted shrine; + +From mystic air a novel pantheon makes. + +And with new spirits fills the meads and brakes; + +With thee we wander thro' primeval bow'rs. + +For thou hast brought earth's childhood back, and ours! + +How leaps the soul, with sudden bliss increas'd. + +When led by thee to lands beyond the East! + +Sick of this sphere, in crime and conflict old. + +We yearn for wonders distant and untold; + +O'er Homer's page a second time we pore. + +And rack our brains for gleams of infant lore: + +But all in vain— for valiant tho' we strive + +No common means these pictures can revive. + +Then dawns DUNSANY with celestial Hght + +And fulgent visions break upon our sight: + +His barque enchanted each sad spirit bears + +To shores of gold, beyond the reach of cares. + +No earthly trammels now our thoughts may chain; + +For childhood's fancy hath come back again! + +What glitt'ring worlds now wait our eager eyes! + +What roads untrodden beckon thro' the skies! + +Wonders on wonders line the gorgeous ways. + +And glorious vistas greet the ravish'd gaze; + +Mountains of clouds, castles of crystal dreams. + +Ethereal cities and Elysian streams; + + + + +Temples of blue, where myriad stars adore + +Forgotten gods of aeons gone before! + +Such are thine arts, DUNSANY, such thy skill. + +That scarce terrestrial seems thy moving quill; + +Can man, and man alone, successful draw + +Such scenes of wonder and domains of awe? + +Our hearts, enraptur'd, fix thy mind's abode + +In high PEG AN A: hail thee as a god; + +And sure, can aught more high or godlike be + +Than such a fancy as resides in thee? + +Delighted Pan a friend and peer perceives + +As thy sweet music stirs the sylvan leaves; + +The Nine, transported, bless thy golden lyre: + +Approve thy fancy, and applaud thy fire; + +Whilst Jove himself assumes a brother's tone. + +And vows the pantheon equal to his own. + +DUNSANY, may thy days be glad and long; + +Replete with visions, and atune with song; + +May thy rare notes increasing millions cheer. + +Thy name beloved, and thy mem'ry dear! + +'Tis thou who hast in hours of dulness brought + +New charms of language, and new gems of thought; + +Hast with a poet's grace enrich'd the earth + +With aureate dreams as noble as thy birth. + +Grateful we name thee, bright with fix'd renown. + +The fairest jewel in HIBERNIA'S crown. + + + + +Tosh Bosh + +Dead Passion's Flame + +A Pome by Blank Frailty + +Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds! +With many thorns. . .that sharply stick: +Recalls to me the longing of our bloods. . +And - makes my wearied heart requick! + +Arcadia + +by Head Balledup + +give me the life of the Village, +Uninhibited, free, and sweet. + +The place where the arts all flourish. +Grove Court and Christopher Street. + +1 am sick of the old conventions. +And critics who will not praise. +So sing ho for the open spaces. +And aesthetes with kindly ways. + +Here every bard is a genius. + +And artists are Raphaels, + +And above the roofs of Patchin Place + +The Muse of Talent dwells. + + + + +Waste Paper: A Poem of Profound +Insignificance + + + +Written 1922 + + + +Out of the reaches of inimitable night + +The blazing planet grew, and forc'd to life + +Unending cycles of progressive strife + +And strange mutations of undying light + +And boresome books, than hell's own self more trite + +And thoughts repeated and become a blight. + +And cheap rum-hounds with moonshine hootch made tight. + +And quite contrite to see the flight of fright so bright + +I used to ride my bicycle in the night + +With a dandy acetylene lantern that cost $3.00 + +In the evening, by the moonlight, you can hear those darkies singing + +Meet me tonight - in dreamland. . . BAH! + +I used to sit on the stairs of the house where I was born + +After we left it but before it was sold + +And play on a zobo with two other boys. + +We called ourselves the Blackstone Military Band + +Won't you come home. Bill Bailey, won't you come home? + +In the spring of the year, in the silver rain + +When petal by petal the blossoms fall + +And the mocking birds call + +And the whippoorwill sings. Marguerite. + +The first cinema show in our town opened in 1906 + +At the old Olympic, which was then call'd Park, + +And moving beams shot weirdly thro' the dark + +And spit tobacco seldom hit the mark. + +Have you read Dickens' American Notes? + +My great-great-grandfather was born in a white house + +Under green trees in the country + +And he used to believe in religion and the weather. + + +"Shantih, shantih, shantih"..." Shanty House" +Was the name of a novel by I forget whom + + + + +Published serially in the "All-Story Weekly" + +Before it was a weekly. Advt. + +Disillusion is wonderful, I've been told. + +And I take quinine to stop a cold + +But it makes my ears. . . always. . . + +Always ringing in my ears. . . + +It is the ghost of the Jew I murdered that Christmas day + +Because he played "Three O'Clock in the Morning" in the flat above me. + +Three O'Clock in the morning, I've danc'd the whole night through + +Dancing on the graves in the graveyard + +Where life is buried; life and beauty + +Life and art and love and duty + +Ah, there, sweet cutie. + +Stung! + +Out of the night that covers me + +Black as the pit from pole to pole + +I never quote things straight except by accident. + +Sophistication! Sophistication! + +You are the idol of our nation + +Each fellow has + +Fallen for jazz + +And we'll give the past a merry razz + +Thro' the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber + +And fellow-guestship with the glutless worm. + +Next stop is 57th St. - 57th St. the next stop. + +Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring. + +And the governor-general of Canada is Lord Byng + +Whose ancestor was shot or hung, + +I forget which, the good die young. + +Here's to your ripe old age. + +Copyright, 1847, by Joseph Miner, + +Entered according to act of Congress. + + +In the office of the librarian of Congress + +America was discovered in 1492 + +This way out. + +No, lady, you gotta change at Washington St. to the Everett train. + +Out in the rain on the elevated + +Crated, sated, all mismated. + +Twelve seats on this bench. + +How quaint. + + + + +In a shady nook, beside a brook, two lovers stroll along. + +Express to Park Ave., Car Following. + +No, we had it cleaned with the sand blast. + +I know it ought to be torn down. + +Before the bar of a saloon there stood a reckless crew. + +When one said to another, "Jack, this message came for you." + +"It may be from a sweetheart, boys," said someone in the crowd. + +And here the words are missing. . . but Jack cried out aloud: + +"It's only a message from home, sweet home. + +From loved ones down on the farm + +Fond wife and mother, sister and brother. . ." + +Bootleggers all and you're another + +In the shade of the old apple tree + +'Neath the old cherry tree sweet Marie + +The Conchologist's First Book + +By Edgar Allan Poe + +Stubbed his toe + +On a broken brick that didn't show + +Or a banana peel + +In the fifth reel + +By George Creel + +It is to laugh + +And quaff + +It makes you stout and hale + +And all my days I'll sing the praise + +Of Ivory Soap + +Have you a little T. S. Eliot in your house? + + +The stag at eve had drunk his fill + +The thirsty hart look'd up the hill + +And craned his neck just as a feeler + +To advertise the Double-Dealer. + +William Congreve was a gentleman + +O art what sins are committed in thy name + +For tawdry fame and fleeting flame + +And everything, ain't dat a shame? + +Mah Creole Belle, ah lubs yo' well; + +Aroun' mah heart you hab cast a spell + +But I can't learn to spell pseudocracy + +Because there ain't no such word. + +And I says to Lizzie, if Joe was my feller + + + + +I'd teach him to go to dances with that + +Rat, bat, cat, hat, flat, plat, fat + +Fry the fat, fat the fry + +You'll be a drug-store by and by. + +Get the hook! + +Above the lines of brooding hills + +Rose spires that reeked of nameless ills. + +And ghastly shone upon the sight + +In ev'ry flash of lurid light + +To be continued. + +No smoking. + +Smoking on four rear seats. + +Fare win return to 5 cents after August 1st + +Except outside the Cleveland city limits. + +In the ghoul-haunted Woodland of Weir + +Strangers pause to shed a tear; + +Henry Fielding wrote "Tom Jones" + +And cursed be he that moves my bones. + +I saw the Leonard-Tendler fight + +Farewell, farewell, O go to hell. + +Nobody home + +In the shantih. + +(This poem is a parody of T. 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Elliot's The Waste Land, and mondernist poetry +in general, which Lovecraft referred to as a "practically meaningless collection of +phrases, learned allusions, quotations, slang, and scraps in general.") + + + + +Where Once Poe Walked + +Eternal brood the shadows on this ground. +Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; +Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound. +Arched high above a hidden world of yore. +Round all the scene a light of memory plays. +And dead leaves whisper of departed days. +Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. +Lonely and sad, a specter glides along +Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; +No common glance discerns him, though his song +Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. +Only the few who sorcery's secret know. +Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe. + + + + + diff --git a/markov/markov-letters.ipynb b/markov/markov-letters.ipynb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f966d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/markov/markov-letters.ipynb @@ 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+ " Sojaru\n", + " Na-joka\n", + " Heniru\"\"\"\n" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 3, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": true + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "cat = ''.join" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 4, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "['kotun',\n", + " 'tachor',\n", + " 'ilwen',\n", + " 'ennan',\n", + " 'tulor',\n", + " 'palil',\n", + " 'palarn',\n", + " 'firon',\n", + " 'kagarn',\n", + " 'eran',\n", + " 'lamil',\n", + " 'ilan',\n", + " 'chakoch',\n", + " 'yaril',\n", + " 'farmol',\n", + " 'ardon',\n", + " 'krolan',\n", + " 'lamon',\n", + " 'indan',\n", + " 'firil']" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 4, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "rinden_words = rinden_words_text.lower().split()\n", + "rinden_words" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 5, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "Counter({'a': 17,\n", + " 'c': 3,\n", + " 'd': 2,\n", + " 'e': 3,\n", + " 'f': 3,\n", + " 'g': 1,\n", + " 'h': 3,\n", + " 'i': 9,\n", + " 'k': 4,\n", + " 'l': 13,\n", + " 'm': 3,\n", + " 'n': 15,\n", + " 'o': 9,\n", + " 'p': 2,\n", + " 'r': 11,\n", + " 't': 3,\n", + " 'u': 2,\n", + " 'w': 1,\n", + " 'y': 1})" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 5, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "collections.Counter(l for l in rinden_words_text.lower() if l in string.ascii_letters)" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 6, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "def find_counts_of_item(item, counts, tuple_size):\n", + " for i in range(len(item)-(tuple_size)):\n", + " counts[tuple(item[i:i+tuple_size])].update([item[i+tuple_size]])\n", + " counts[tuple(item[-tuple_size:])].update([None])\n", + " return counts" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 7, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "def find_counts(items, tuple_size=2):\n", + " counts = collections.defaultdict(collections.Counter)\n", + " starts = collections.Counter()\n", + " for item in items:\n", + " counts = find_counts_of_item(item, counts, tuple_size)\n", + " starts[tuple(item[:tuple_size])] += 1\n", + " return starts, counts" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 8, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "(Counter({('a', 'r'): 1,\n", + " ('c', 'h'): 1,\n", + " ('e', 'n'): 1,\n", + " ('e', 'r'): 1,\n", + " ('f', 'a'): 1,\n", + " ('f', 'i'): 2,\n", + " ('i', 'l'): 2,\n", + " ('i', 'n'): 1,\n", + " ('k', 'a'): 1,\n", + " ('k', 'o'): 1,\n", + " ('k', 'r'): 1,\n", + " ('l', 'a'): 2,\n", + " ('p', 'a'): 2,\n", + " ('t', 'a'): 1,\n", + " ('t', 'u'): 1,\n", + " ('y', 'a'): 1}),\n", + " defaultdict(collections.Counter,\n", + " {('a', 'c'): 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"'pamotun'" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 13, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "cat(markov_item(rinden_starts1, rinden_counts1, 50))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 14, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "'natansu ki-me daru aru tankin sadiru arende ki tsu taiende daru soja esse-to arende aru esse-to tsu are daru ari sa-joka sa-jo kin heni takura tsumun dari heniru tsumun ari are ki-me kin hende romosu tanki ki areniru heni ki-me shun arende taka aru heni lan-jo takura na-joru sa-joru aru'" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 14, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "\" \".join(cat(markov_item(jahga_starts, jahga_counts, 6)) for _ in range(50))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 15, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "'sojaru kin bedaru taieniru sojakarende bedanki-me tsu dansu shuna-joru soja takura bedari jakaru heni sadiru dareni ja esse-to najakare esse-to esse-to lansu natanki-me esse-to aru lansu naja takare taiende areniru sojakare taieni romosu najarende tansu jakare sojaru lansu aru heni esse-to soja nataiende najakura taka lan-jokare ari ja nataiende dan-joru-ki'" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 15, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "\" \".join(cat(markov_item(jahga_starts, jahga_counts, 12)) for _ in range(50))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 16, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "'hende ja shun romosu sadiru-ki-me shuyare tan-joka tsumunaja ari bedansu are takura tan-jokareniru-kin aru nataieni sa-joka tsu na-joru romosumun areniru takura shunajakura soja heniru ja sadiru-kin shunajareniru romosu nataka areni esse-to are dansu tankin sadiru takura takura are na-joka ari dare jare heni sojaka 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najakura lan-joru najakaru sadiru-ki-me tsumunaja tsu ki-me jakura takura shuyare shuna-jo areni shun lansu esse-to sadiru bedare dan-jo ja ari romosu heniru tsu sadiru heniru bedanki-me sa-jo aru-kin takura natan-joru-kin sadiru ari hende sadiru-ki-me tanki ja tsu jaru shuyare aru bedankin tsumunatan-joru romosumun na-joka romosu ja hende bedansu shuyaru sa-jo ki tsumun sa-jo ki heni sojaru jaru-kin takura lanki-me sojari nataka sa-joka areni are heni naja soja sadiru romosu hende sojaka taiende shun ki-me tsu heni aru shunatan-jokaru ari romosu sadiru darende na-joru shuyaru bedari esse-to aru shuyaru-ki tansu esse-to na-jokari esse-to are kin aru heni dan-joru sojakura nataiende natan-jo

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' + \n", + " \" \".join(cat(markov_item(jahga_starts, jahga_counts, 15)) for _ in range(100)) + \n", + " '

'))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 20, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/html": [ + "

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" + ], + "text/plain": [ + "" + ] + }, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "display_data" + } + ], + "source": [ + "from IPython.core.display import display, HTML\n", + "display(HTML('

' + \n", + " \" \".join(cat(markov_item(rinden_starts1, rinden_counts1, 15)) for _ in range(100)) + \n", + " '

'))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 21, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "(defaultdict(collections.Counter,\n", + " {('a', 'c'): Counter({'h': 1}),\n", + " ('a', 'g'): Counter({'a': 1}),\n", + " ('a', 'k'): Counter({'o': 1}),\n", + " ('a', 'l'): Counter({'a': 1, 'i': 1}),\n", + " ('a', 'm'): Counter({'i': 1, 'o': 1}),\n", + " ('a', 'n'): Counter({None: 5}),\n", + " ('a', 'r'): Counter({'d': 1, 'i': 1, 'm': 1, 'n': 2}),\n", + " ('c', 'h'): Counter({None: 1, 'a': 1, 'o': 1}),\n", + " ('d', 'a'): Counter({'n': 1}),\n", + " ('d', 'o'): Counter({'n': 1}),\n", + " ('e', 'n'): Counter({None: 1, 'n': 1}),\n", + " ('e', 'r'): Counter({'a': 1}),\n", + " ('f', 'a'): Counter({'r': 1}),\n", + " ('f', 'i'): Counter({'r': 2}),\n", + " ('g', 'a'): Counter({'r': 1}),\n", + " ('h', 'a'): Counter({'k': 1}),\n", + " ('h', 'o'): Counter({'r': 1}),\n", + " ('i', 'l'): Counter({'w': 1, None: 4, 'a': 1}),\n", + " ('i', 'n'): Counter({'d': 1}),\n", + " ('i', 'r'): Counter({'i': 1, 'o': 1}),\n", + " ('k', 'a'): Counter({'g': 1}),\n", + " ('k', 'o'): Counter({'c': 1, 't': 1}),\n", + " ('k', 'r'): Counter({'o': 1}),\n", + " ('l', 'a'): Counter({'m': 2, 'n': 2, 'r': 1}),\n", + " ('l', 'i'): Counter({'l': 1}),\n", + " ('l', 'o'): Counter({'r': 1}),\n", + " ('l', 'w'): Counter({'e': 1}),\n", + " ('m', 'i'): Counter({'l': 1}),\n", + " ('m', 'o'): Counter({'l': 1, 'n': 1}),\n", + " ('n', 'a'): Counter({'n': 1}),\n", + " ('n', 'd'): Counter({'a': 1}),\n", + " ('n', 'n'): Counter({'a': 1}),\n", + " ('o', 'c'): Counter({'h': 1}),\n", + " ('o', 'l'): Counter({None: 1, 'a': 1}),\n", + " ('o', 'n'): Counter({None: 3}),\n", + " ('o', 'r'): Counter({None: 2}),\n", + " ('o', 't'): Counter({'u': 1}),\n", + " ('p', 'a'): Counter({'l': 2}),\n", + " ('r', 'a'): Counter({'n': 1}),\n", + " ('r', 'd'): Counter({'o': 1}),\n", + " ('r', 'i'): Counter({'l': 2}),\n", + " ('r', 'm'): Counter({'o': 1}),\n", + " ('r', 'n'): Counter({None: 2}),\n", + " ('r', 'o'): Counter({'l': 1, 'n': 1}),\n", + " ('t', 'a'): Counter({'c': 1}),\n", + " ('t', 'u'): Counter({'l': 1, 'n': 1}),\n", + " ('u', 'l'): Counter({'o': 1}),\n", + " ('u', 'n'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", + " ('w', 'e'): Counter({'n': 1}),\n", + " ('y', 'a'): Counter({'r': 1})}),\n", + " defaultdict(collections.Counter,\n", + " {('a',): Counter({'c': 1,\n", + " 'g': 1,\n", + " 'k': 1,\n", + " 'l': 2,\n", + " 'm': 2,\n", + " 'n': 5,\n", + " 'r': 5}),\n", + " ('c',): Counter({'h': 3}),\n", + " ('d',): Counter({'a': 1, 'o': 1}),\n", + " ('e',): Counter({'n': 2, 'r': 1}),\n", + " ('f',): Counter({'a': 1, 'i': 2}),\n", + " ('g',): Counter({'a': 1}),\n", + " ('h',): Counter({None: 1, 'a': 1, 'o': 1}),\n", + " ('i',): Counter({'l': 6, 'n': 1, 'r': 2}),\n", + " ('k',): Counter({'a': 1, 'o': 2, 'r': 1}),\n", + " ('l',): Counter({'w': 1, None: 5, 'o': 1, 'a': 5, 'i': 1}),\n", + " ('m',): Counter({'i': 1, 'o': 2}),\n", + " ('n',): Counter({'d': 1, 'n': 1, None: 12, 'a': 1}),\n", + " ('o',): Counter({'c': 1, 'l': 2, 'n': 3, 'r': 2, 't': 1}),\n", + " ('p',): Counter({'a': 2}),\n", + " ('r',): Counter({'d': 1,\n", + " 'i': 2,\n", + " 'n': 2,\n", + " None: 2,\n", + " 'o': 2,\n", + " 'm': 1,\n", + " 'a': 1}),\n", + " ('t',): Counter({'a': 1, 'u': 2}),\n", + " ('u',): Counter({'l': 1, 'n': 1}),\n", + " ('w',): Counter({'e': 1}),\n", + " ('y',): Counter({'a': 1})}))" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 21, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "rinden_counts, rinden_counts1" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 26, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": true + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "def scale_merge(left_starts, left_start_scale, left_counts, left_count_scale, \n", + " right_starts, right_start_scale, right_counts, right_count_scale):\n", + " starts = collections.Counter()\n", + " counts = collections.defaultdict(collections.Counter)\n", + " \n", + " for k, n in left_starts.items():\n", + " starts[k] = n * left_start_scale\n", + " for k, n in right_starts.items():\n", + " starts[k] += n * right_start_scale\n", + " \n", + " for k in left_counts:\n", + " for j in left_counts[k]:\n", + " counts[k][j] = left_counts[k][j] * left_count_scale\n", + " \n", + " for k in right_counts:\n", + " for j in right_counts[k]:\n", + " counts[k][j] = right_counts[k][j] * right_count_scale\n", + "\n", + " return starts, counts" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 23, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "(20, 85)" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 23, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "sum(rinden_starts.values()), sum(sum(c.values()) for c in rinden_counts.values())" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 24, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "(20, 105)" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 24, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "sum(jahga_starts.values()), sum(sum(c.values()) for c in jahga_counts.values())" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 28, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "rj_starts, rj_counts = scale_merge(rinden_starts, 5, rinden_counts, 5, jahga_starts, 1, jahga_counts, 1)" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 29, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": false + }, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "text/html": [ + "

sadiru kochor lamolamil jarmol tachakotunan farmon lan are kagaru-ki farn yarn tachoru era ennan aril ilaril ennansu tun are firilweniril kagarn jarn firilwen armosumunan koch tulor palarmosu era krol palilamilamol kotulor firon tachakotun kochoru larn arn tun tulor tunajakotunan ennan endarilwennan en arn tach bedan endardon bedan indarn palamolamon ilamil aru palilwen tun tulor eniril lamosu eran firil sadirilwendan sadiron armon na-joru arn ennan farmol eran dan palil eran in ch in ilamon palamon ilamilare firilweni arn palilwenirol faru ilamon chor tulor palamon inde aru lamon aru tsumun palamil ennan eran kotun shunajakotulor tulor in tach tunan indarn tulor ilamon

" + ], + "text/plain": [ + "" + ] + }, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "display_data" + } + ], + "source": [ + "from IPython.core.display import display, HTML\n", + "display(HTML('

' + \n", + " \" \".join(cat(markov_item(rj_starts, rj_counts, 15)) for _ in range(100)) + \n", + " '

'))" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": null, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": true + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [] + } + ], + "metadata": { + "kernelspec": { + "display_name": "Python 3", + "language": "python", + "name": "python3" + }, + "language_info": { + "codemirror_mode": { + "name": "ipython", + "version": 3 + }, + "file_extension": ".py", + "mimetype": "text/x-python", + "name": "python", + "nbconvert_exporter": "python", + "pygments_lexer": "ipython3", + "version": "3.4.3+" + } + }, + "nbformat": 4, + "nbformat_minor": 0 +} diff --git a/markov/markov.ipynb b/markov/markov.ipynb index ff393e1..26d94e7 100644 --- a/markov/markov.ipynb +++ b/markov/markov.ipynb @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ "cells": [ { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 53, + "execution_count": 87, "metadata": { "collapsed": true }, @@ -12,7 +12,8 @@ "import string\n", "import collections\n", "import unicodedata\n", - "import random" + "import random\n", + "from IPython.core.display import display, HTML" ] }, { @@ -62,6 +63,17 @@ "double_quotes = \"let's see how such a ''circular'' definition\"" ] }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 78, + "metadata": { + "collapsed": true + }, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "cat = ''.join" + ] + }, { "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 3, @@ -291,7 +303,8 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 11, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { @@ -642,7 +655,8 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 13, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { @@ -979,7 +993,8 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 14, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { @@ -1189,14 +1204,14 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 15, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": true }, "outputs": [], "source": [ - "def find_counts_of_sentence(tokens, counts, tuple_size):\n", - " for i in range(len(tokens)-(tuple_size)):\n", - " counts[tuple(tokens[i:i+tuple_size])].update([tokens[i+tuple_size]])\n", - " counts[tuple(tokens[-tuple_size:])].update(None)\n", + "def find_counts_of_item(item, counts, tuple_size):\n", + " for i in range(len(item)-(tuple_size)):\n", + " counts[tuple(item[i:i+tuple_size])].update([item[i+tuple_size]])\n", + " counts[tuple(item[-tuple_size:])].update([None])\n", " return counts" ] }, @@ -1204,16 +1219,16 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 16, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": true }, "outputs": [], "source": [ - "def find_counts(sentences, tuple_size=2):\n", + "def find_counts(items, tuple_size=2):\n", " counts = collections.defaultdict(collections.Counter)\n", " starts = collections.Counter()\n", - " for sentence in sentences:\n", - " counts = find_counts_of_sentence(sentence, counts, tuple_size)\n", - " starts[tuple(sentence[:tuple_size])] += 1\n", + " for item in items:\n", + " counts = find_counts_of_item(item, counts, tuple_size)\n", + " starts[tuple(item[:tuple_size])] += 1\n", " return starts, counts" ] }, @@ -1241,7 +1256,8 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 18, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { @@ -1542,7 +1558,7 @@ " ('better', 'approximations'): Counter({'to': 1}),\n", " ('obtain', 'better'): Counter({'and': 1}),\n", " ('process', ','): Counter({'we': 1}),\n", - " ('root', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('root', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('square', 'root'): Counter({'.': 1}),\n", " ('the', 'square'): Counter({'root': 1}),\n", " ('this', 'process'): Counter({',': 1}),\n", @@ -1564,7 +1580,8 @@ "cell_type": "code", "execution_count": 20, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { @@ -1691,11 +1708,11 @@ " ('for', 'the', 'radicand'): Counter({'(': 1}),\n", " ('formalize', 'the', 'process'): Counter({'in': 1}),\n", " ('from', 'the', 'radicand'): Counter({'by': 1}),\n", - " ('get', 'started', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('get', 'started', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('good', '-', 'enough'): Counter({'?': 2}),\n", " ('good', 'enough', \".''\"): Counter({'The': 1}),\n", " ('good', 'enough', 'for'): Counter({'our': 1}),\n", - " ('good', 'test', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('good', 'test', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('guess', '(', 'sqrt'): Counter({'-': 1}),\n", " ('guess', '(/', 'x'): Counter({'guess': 1}),\n", " ('guess', ')', 'x'): Counter({'))': 1}),\n", @@ -1715,7 +1732,7 @@ " ('improve', 'guess', 'x'): Counter({')': 2}),\n", " ('improve', 'the', 'answer'): Counter({'until': 1}),\n", " ('improved', 'by', 'averaging'): Counter({'it': 1}),\n", - " ('improved', 'guess', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('improved', 'guess', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('in', 'terms', 'of'): Counter({'procedures': 1}),\n", " ('is', 'close', 'enough'): Counter({'so': 1}),\n", " ('is', 'good', 'enough'): Counter({'for': 1}),\n", @@ -1737,7 +1754,7 @@ " ('not', 'really', 'a'): Counter({'very': 1}),\n", " ('number', 'whose', 'square'): Counter({'root': 1}),\n", " ('obtain', 'better', 'and'): Counter({'better': 1}),\n", - " ('of', 'procedures', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('of', 'procedures', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('of', 'the', 'radicand'): Counter({'and': 1}),\n", " ('old', 'guess', ':'): Counter({'(': 1}),\n", " ('our', 'purposes', ','): Counter({'we': 1}),\n", @@ -1759,7 +1776,7 @@ " ('sqrt', '-', 'iter'): Counter({'(': 1, 'guess': 1}),\n", " ('square', 'differs', 'from'): Counter({'the': 1}),\n", " ('square', 'guess', ')'): Counter({'x': 1}),\n", - " ('square', 'root', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('square', 'root', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('square', 'root', 'we'): Counter({'are': 1}),\n", " ('start', 'with', 'a'): Counter({'value': 1}),\n", " ('strategy', 'as', 'a'): Counter({'procedure': 1}),\n", @@ -1767,7 +1784,7 @@ " ('than', 'a', 'predetermined'): Counter({'tolerance': 1}),\n", " ('that', 'its', 'square'): Counter({'differs': 1}),\n", " ('the', 'answer', 'until'): Counter({'it': 1}),\n", - " ('the', 'guess', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('the', 'guess', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('the', 'guess', 'is'): Counter({'good': 1}),\n", " ('the', 'number', 'whose'): Counter({'square': 1}),\n", " ('the', 'old', 'guess'): Counter({':': 1}),\n", @@ -1902,16 +1919,16 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "[(('subset', 'of', 'mathematical'), Counter({'logic': 1})),\n", - " (('at', 'MIT', 'who'), Counter({'major': 1})),\n", - " (('enforces', 'the', 'restriction'), Counter({'that': 1})),\n", - " (('makes', 'it', 'very'), Counter({'difficult': 1})),\n", - " (('understand', 'the', \"compiler's\"), Counter({'preserving': 1})),\n", - " (('with', 'instructions', 'to'), Counter({'initialize': 1, 'test': 1})),\n", - " (('to', 'problems', 'in'), Counter({'adding': 1})),\n", - " (('problem', 'is', 'and'), Counter({'how': 1})),\n", - " (('stream', '(', 'conjoin'), Counter({'(': 1})),\n", - " (('organization', ',', 'then'), Counter({'to': 1}))]" + "[(('the', 'controller', 'completely'), Counter({'describeof': 1})),\n", + " (('equations', 'imply', 'that'), Counter({'(': 1})),\n", + " (('important', 'point', 'to'), Counter({'note': 1, 'observe': 1})),\n", + " (('separately', 'by', 'each'), Counter({'query': 1})),\n", + " (('to', 'explore', 'variations'), Counter({'of': 1})),\n", + " (('rock', 'songs', '.'), Counter({None: 1})),\n", + " (('software', 'engineers', 'have'), Counter({'the': 1})),\n", + " (('great', 'confusion', ','), Counter({'as': 1})),\n", + " (('increasingly', 'elaborate', 'models'), Counter({'of': 1})),\n", + " (('-', 'lambda1', '))'), Counter({'entry2': 2}))]" ] }, "execution_count": 24, @@ -1933,16 +1950,16 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "[(('With', 'permanent', '-'), 1),\n", - " (('The', 'recursive', 'compilation'), 1),\n", - " (('Define', 'abstractions', 'that'), 1),\n", - " (('Hall', 'the', 'Rosalind'), 1),\n", - " (('The', 'effect', 'executingnew'), 1),\n", - " (('1', '-', '4.1'), 1),\n", - " (('So', 'the', 'procedure'), 1),\n", - " (('However', ',', 'with'), 1),\n", - " (('Figure', '3.2', 'shows'), 1),\n", - " (('In', 'software', '-'), 1)]" + "[(('29', 'There', 'is'), 1),\n", + " (('In', 'such', 'an'), 1),\n", + " (('To', 'answer', 'a'), 1),\n", + " (('Y', '.'), 2),\n", + " (('If', 'f', '('), 1),\n", + " (('This', 'can', 'greatly'), 1),\n", + " (('Design', 'a', 'machine'), 1),\n", + " (('Exercise', '2.8', '.'), 1),\n", + " (('Control', '(', 'how'), 1),\n", + " (('C', '.'), 4)]" ] }, "execution_count": 25, @@ -1964,7 +1981,7 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "[]" + "[None]" ] }, "execution_count": 26, @@ -1986,7 +2003,7 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "('The', 'left', \"''\")" + "('The', 'constructor', 'for')" ] }, "execution_count": 27, @@ -2029,18 +2046,23 @@ }, "outputs": [], "source": [ - "def markov_sentence(counts, starts, items=None):\n", - " i = 0\n", - " current = random.choice(list(starts.elements()))\n", - " chain = list(current)\n", - " nexts = list(counts[current].elements())\n", - " while nexts and items and i < items:\n", - " next_item = random.choice(nexts)\n", - " chain += [next_item]\n", - " current = current[1:] + (next_item, )\n", - " i += 1\n", - " nexts = list(counts[current].elements())\n", - " # print(chain, ':', current, ':', nexts)\n", + "def markov_item(starts, counts, max_len=None):\n", + " valid_found = False\n", + " while not valid_found:\n", + " i = 0\n", + " current = random.choice(list(starts.elements()))\n", + " chain = list(current)\n", + " next_item = random.choice(list(counts[current].elements()))\n", + " while next_item and ((max_len and i < max_len) or not max_len):\n", + " chain += [next_item]\n", + " current = current[1:] + (next_item, )\n", + " i += 1\n", + " next_item = random.choice(list(counts[current].elements()))\n", + " # print(chain, ':', current, ':', list(counts[current].elements()), ':', next_item)\n", + " if max_len and i < max_len:\n", + " valid_found = True\n", + " if not max_len:\n", + " valid_found = True\n", " return chain" ] }, @@ -2054,7 +2076,7 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "'Rewrite the sqrt procedure of section 2.2 .'" + "'46 Alternatively , multiprocessing computers provide instructions that support atomic operations directly in hardware .'" ] }, "execution_count": 30, @@ -2063,7 +2085,7 @@ } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(markov_sentence(sicp_counts, sicp_starts, 500))" + "' '.join(markov_item(sicp_starts, sicp_counts, 500))" ] }, { @@ -2107,7 +2129,7 @@ } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(markov_sentence(one_s_counts, one_s_starts, 500))" + "' '.join(markov_item(one_s_starts, one_s_counts, 500))" ] }, { @@ -2129,7 +2151,7 @@ " ('better', 'approximations'): Counter({'to': 1}),\n", " ('obtain', 'better'): Counter({'and': 1}),\n", " ('process', ','): Counter({'we': 1}),\n", - " ('root', '.'): Counter(),\n", + " ('root', '.'): Counter({None: 1}),\n", " ('square', 'root'): Counter({'.': 1}),\n", " ('the', 'square'): Counter({'root': 1}),\n", " ('this', 'process'): Counter({',': 1}),\n", @@ -2149,7 +2171,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 35, + "execution_count": 34, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2166,7 +2188,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 36, + "execution_count": 35, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2174,21 +2196,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "'Griss, Martin L.'" + "'4, we can usually do better by taking advantage of additional structure that may be represented in two almost equivalent ways: and He has written the following two rules, we can find integers not divisible by 7 simply by accessing elements of this stream: ( define input- 1 input- 2 to 1 and allow the values to which they are listed.'" ] }, - "execution_count": 36, + "execution_count": 35, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "sentence_join(markov_sentence(sicp_counts, sicp_starts, 500))" + "sentence_join(markov_item(sicp_starts, sicp_counts, 500))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 38, + "execution_count": 36, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2196,21 +2218,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "'2 Compiling Expressions In this section we will examine several Lisp procedures and design a specific register machine to execute programs written in Scheme, we used a succession of programs, most of the pairs generated in a typical computation are used only to speed up the evaluator by separating analysis from runtime execution. Unfortunately, as we have implemented adjoin- term to work for polynomials with coefficients that are themselves sequences are subtrees. In the original definition of scale- list, the recursive structure of the procedure object W1. A. Turner, David, and Daniel Weinreb. 4 Compound Procedures 1.1. Although their method was complex, it produced reasonably efficient programs because it did little redundant search. Exercise 3.13 constructed such lists. Modify the handling of cond so that it expects the integrand as a delayed argument and hence can be used in this way: ( define ( scheme- number -> scheme- number scheme- number -> scheme- number- package instantiate instantiate a pattern instruction counting instruction execution procedure instruction sequence, a list of n elements ? Exercise 2.65. Exercise 3.22.'" + "\"3. We model state with local state variables describing the actual object's state. Since ? x is bound in the frame. 61 Interest in logic programming peaked during the early 80s when the Japanese government began an ambitious project aimed at building superfast computers optimized to run logic programming languages. 4.1. We will compile the definition of f and start the machine, and so on, his modified eval will usually check fewer clauses than the original eval before identifying the type of the expression. This makes no difference in the values returned by the call to make- operation- exp- label dest)))) ( lambda ( pair) ( prime ? (+ ( car pair) ( cadr s))) ( set- signal ! input- 1 ( right- branch set)) ( element- of list2))) ( require ( null ? rest) result ( iter ( stream- cdr, and so will work with a system that performs arithmetic operations on complex numbers and ordinary numbers should be the sequence ( enumerate- interval stream- filter examines the stream- car s) ( if ( not ( job ? x ( computer ? type) could be constructed by evaluating the expression ( f ? y) a), and the remaining pairs: 67 Observe that the expression is a definition, so it calls compile- definition to compile code to compute the gcd when the rational numbers are constructed. 1. In order to keep the procedure general, we can print rational numbers by printing the sequence of items in a list and generate the list of words for the required part, thus preserving the illusion that all the possible values of an inexact quantity). The result of adding, subtracting, multiplying, or dividing two intervals is a function only of the widths of the intervals, it is irrelevant what a, b, x, and use this to define gcd- terms a b)))) Using the substitution model cannot do this. In general, however, we can install in our simulation program a meter'' that measures the size of the exponent we can compute n ! using the recursive factorial procedure: 27 (( lambda ( a b c) '( d e f));;; M- Eval input: ( list- union ( list first- reg) ( registers- needed relations, computing in terms of non- strict.\"" ] }, - "execution_count": 38, + "execution_count": 36, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(sicp_counts, sicp_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_item(sicp_starts, sicp_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 42, + "execution_count": 37, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2222,7 +2244,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 43, + "execution_count": 38, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2230,21 +2252,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "'4: 5 And Simon answering said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and he that is of a perverse heart shall be there: and make no mention of the name of it called Babel; because the former troubles are forgotten, and because of the Ethiopian woman whom he had chosen. 20: 6 But Abram said unto Lot, Hast thou found honey ? eat so much as heard whether there be prophecies, they shall fall one upon another, that shall not be cut off from among his people: neither shalt thou suffer the salt of the covenant stood: and they rest not day and night come to an end, 21: 26 They mount up to heaven, and on camels, and asses. 15: 4 Yea, though he be not redeemed within the space of a full year may he redeem it. 89: 43 Thou hast also committed fornication with her, and disallowed her not: then all her vows, or of the strangers for a prey, and to the soldiers, when they saw that the Syrians were fled, they likewise fled before Abishai his brother, is in darkness even until now. 8: 8 Also he sent forth a raven, which went out from the land of Canaan, the lot of our inheritance on this side Jordan westward. 2: 6 His body also was like the fiery flame, and the Jebusites, which were remaining of the families of the Gershonites according to their families was thus: even the border of Simeon, Shemuel the son of Kareah spake to Gedaliah in Mizpah secretly saying, Let neither man nor woman alive, to bring up the tithe of the corn, and to the king, and of oil, ye shall keep this service. 8: 8 So Rabshakeh returned, and corrupted all their doings. 18: 17 And the flood was forty days upon the land, and their wives, and all they that were vexed with unclean spirits: and they possessed it, and set his heart on Daniel to deliver him: and he said unto them thus, Who commanded you to perform, even ten thousand captives, and brought him to the face, both he that soweth and he that formed the eye, I am Christ; and shall set the woman before the LORD, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make an atonement for your sin. 2: 22 Thou shalt eat it within thy gates: 20: 4 And whither I go. 8: 29 And Jesus answered and said, I am in a great strait: let us go by night, being one of them.'" + "'12: 1 Help, LORD; for thy God helpeth thee. 66: 8 O bless our God, and that ye might fear the LORD from this time forth and for evermore. 9: 30 If there be laid on him a scarlet robe. 16: 38 The son of Amzi, the son of Micah, as he hath said, and be dandled upon her knees. 4: 12 And David commanded to gather together the strangers that came out of the land, saying, Because I drew him out of the temple which was in Bethlehem. 3: 24 Then he is gracious, and will give ten tribes to thee: We have such an high priest became us, who knew no sin; that we should die in the pit, and his oath unto Isaac; 105: 15 Saying, Touch not mine anointed, and be astonied one with another what they might do to Jesus. 10: 8 Neither let us commit fornication, as some of them committed, and of the south shall come into the land which I sware unto Abraham, As for Sarai thy wife, and upon the great toe of his right foot, upon the four corners of one base: and the truth shall make you free. 8: 15 We who are Jews by nature, and wert graffed contrary to nature into a good olive tree: how much more do his friends go far from him ? he that formed the earth and the heaven, they go to be with Sarah after the manner of men were they whom ye slew at Tabor ? And they said, Seven. 13: 26 Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were thy merchants in all sorts of wine: 10: 2 Thus saith the Lord GOD, I will get me honour upon Pharaoh, and let it be granted to the Jews: for the letter killeth, but the Holy Ghost. 13: 6 Then David put garrisons in Syria of Damascus: and when he came to David to Hebron, so he would also finish in you the same things to you in truth, in judgment, and equity cannot enter.'" ] }, - "execution_count": 43, + "execution_count": 38, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(kjb_counts, kjb_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_item(kjb_starts, kjb_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 44, + "execution_count": 39, "metadata": { "collapsed": true }, @@ -2255,37 +2277,38 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 45, + "execution_count": 40, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": false }, "outputs": [ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "[(('The', 'programmer', 'must'), 1),\n", - " (('And', 'Jehoram', 'reigned'), 1),\n", - " (('The', 'recursive', 'compilation'), 1),\n", - " (('17', ':', '22'), 10),\n", - " (('Hall', 'the', 'Rosalind'), 1),\n", - " (('107', ':', '10'), 1),\n", - " (('The', 'stored', 'value'), 1),\n", - " (('148', ':', '1'), 1),\n", - " (('So', 'the', 'procedure'), 1),\n", - " (('Woe', 'to', 'the'), 1),\n", - " (('Design', 'and', 'implement'), 1),\n", - " (('Figure', '3.2', 'shows'), 1),\n", - " (('23', ':', '30'), 7),\n", - " (('51', ':', '6'), 3),\n", - " (('The', 'key', 'modularity'), 1),\n", - " (('6', ':', '17'), 25),\n", - " (('47', ':', '1'), 5),\n", - " (('mutable', 'Indeed', ','), 1),\n", - " (('And', 'he', 'saith'), 4),\n", - " (('31', 'Exercise', '1.9'), 1)]" + "[(('119', ':', '112'), 1),\n", + " (('29', 'There', 'is'), 1),\n", + " (('To', 'answer', 'a'), 1),\n", + " (('Y', '.'), 2),\n", + " (('36', ':', '36'), 3),\n", + " (('Ye', 'shall', 'seek'), 1),\n", + " (('And', 'in', 'like'), 1),\n", + " (('If', 'f', '('), 1),\n", + " (('3', ':', '47'), 1),\n", + " (('27', ':', '24'), 7),\n", + " (('26', ':', '28'), 5),\n", + " (('Control', '(', 'how'), 1),\n", + " (('16', ':', '43'), 3),\n", + " (('They', 'should', 'be'), 1),\n", + " (('139', ':', '9'), 1),\n", + " (('So', 'he', 'drew'), 1),\n", + " (('If', 'the', 'symbol'), 1),\n", + " (('RC', 'should', 'take'), 1),\n", + " (('?', 'type', ')'), 3),\n", + " (('How', 'does', 'the'), 1)]" ] }, - "execution_count": 45, + "execution_count": 40, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } @@ -2296,7 +2319,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 46, + "execution_count": 41, "metadata": { "collapsed": true }, @@ -2311,7 +2334,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 47, + "execution_count": 42, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2319,21 +2342,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "\"The New Hacker's Dictionary. 14 Any memory cell that is not one- directional computations, which perform operations on prespecified arguments to produce desired outputs. 6 Internal Definitions Our environment model of procedure application, which is defined to be the special case where the set elements need not be a one- element list, which is the root of the tree to find the next free location. Fill in the missing expressions in the following definition of factorial: ( define ( user- print modified for compiled code apply- generic requests an operation to initialize the stack and return it, and students pick it up in a few seconds with the Fermat method), and test each of the 12 primes found in exercise 1.22. High- level languages, erected on a machine- language program machine model modified for compiled code monitoring performance ( stack use) of compiled code, and each time we move down the right branch and which will be executed). We have not shown the part of the implementation. ( Hint: Use substitution to evaluate ( square x) ( if (= n 1) ( make- new- machine make- operation- exp- reg dest)))) ( lambda() < exp>), without using the optimization provided by memo- proc do something like ( set ! * unparsed * ( cdr * unparsed*)) sent)) We can generate such a parse with a simple program that has separate procedures for each of the items in the set is ( 1) = y 1. Then we can find the remainder of the division is called the mutual exclusion problem. 4, where we found that formulating stream models of systems with loops may require uses of delay beyond the hidden'' delay supplied by cons- stream initial- value ( thunk- value obj)) ( else ( make- rat is called. Assume that the coefficients of the terms and add them. If none of the < test>, and the result of the operation is valid.\"" + "\"In becoming an expert programmer, just as our embedded Lisp evaluator uses primitives and control structure from the underlying Scheme system to perform arithmetic with rational numbers. What are these constants ? Similarly, find the ratios of the stack required to compute n ! by specifying that we first multiply 1 by 2, 3, 6, 10, 15,.... Exercise 3.56. Describe what kind of information ( patterns and frames) is included in this history, and how abstraction preserves for us the flexibility to consider alternate implementations. When evaluation is complete, x will be 1, y will be 2, 3 } could be represented as a pair of numbers: the x coordinate and the y coordinate. 43- 112. The timing diagram in figure 3.29, where Peter changes the account balance between the times when Paul accesses the account only very rarely. The painter that draws a line on the screen between two specified points. ( save continue) ( save n); save factorial procedure Figure 5.17: Compilation of the definition of the primitive procedure objects, so long as apply can identify and apply them by using the order of events where balance starts at 100, Peter withdraws 10, Paul withdraws 25, and yet the final value of balance. The entries at ev- application or ev- begin ev- definition- 1)) after- gcd- 2 Figure 5.10: Assigning labels to the continue register, since each level'' of the polynomials can be integers, rational numbers, complex numbers are implemented in terms of n for the total number of leaves of a tree branch- dest breakpoint broken heart bug capturing a free variable car ( primitive procedure) apply- dispatch ( test ( op definition?) ( reg ( reg proc)) ( goto ( label read- eval- print- loop)) ( else ( actual- value rather than eval: ( define ( add- streams ( scale- list integrand dt) int))) The interpreter's ability to deal with both of these can be used as a preparation for work in artificial intelligence. When we consider processes that operate on this representation.\"" ] }, - "execution_count": 47, + "execution_count": 42, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(sicp_counts, sicp_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_item(sicp_starts, sicp_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 48, + "execution_count": 43, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2341,21 +2364,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "\"19: 25 But thou, O God: for they commit lewdness. 16: 15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that is in thee by the walls and in the feast of unleavened bread, until the selfsame day. 28: 23 But I will take away out of all his troubles. 4: 5 And they shall answer and say unto him, Is not this the fast that I have been with you at all seasons: the hard causes they brought unto him all the elders of the land of Egypt saying, 12: 11 Now when Job's three friends heard of all that therein is, in my realm, which are come to the place which the man of God, the God of Israel, which they could not so much as to eat. 5: 28 The LORD shall preserve thy going out; and it was shut. 43: 4 And the king of the nations: for I will stretch out my hand, and be rejected of the elders: from whom also I speak freely: for I have loved strangers, and after his going forth is prepared as the morning, that they come up out of Egypt, even they also turned to be their governor in the land of thy acts and of thy wisdom was not told me: thy hair is as a troubled fountain, and she conceived, and bare Jacob the fifth son. 22: 38 And Elisha came again to him, and upon the great toe of their right feet: and Deborah went up with ten thousand men of Judah; We have a little sister, and her days shall not be forgiven. 13: 2 And it shall come to pass, when the people removed from their tents, and said unto him that is near of kin unto us, he would raise up Christ to sit on the throne; yea, they have trodden my portion under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the right hand of the king. 40: 34 Then said they unto him an accusation against him. 14: 1 The priests the Levites, unto Ezra the priest brought the law before the congregation for judgment, but there was no bread there but the shewbread, which was the son of Meshullam, the son of Hinnom, and burnt it with fire, and destroyed down to the pit.\"" + "'8: 16 ( For six months did Joab remain there with all Israel, and he shall serve: I have not shewed them. 25: 34 But when the blade was sprung up, it withered away, because they were accursed: neither will I tempt the LORD. 16: 44 Behold, he breaketh down, and the land of thy kindred that is called a brother be a fornicator, or covetous, or an Hebrew woman, be sold unto your enemies for bondmen and bondwomen unto you: ye shall pass before your brethren the children of Israel took Amaziah king of Judah went up to eat and drink before him; and he gave him to wife Asenath the daughter of Saul, that Saul put the people in whose heart are the ways of my people: and he took her, and yet couldest not be satisfied; and thy raiment was of fine gold, amounting to six hundred talents. 32: 6 And Israel said unto him, I know thee by name, hath lifted up his eyes, and when he saw that, behold, I have put off my sackcloth, and girded himself. 28: 9 But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps, and took counsel how they might destroy him. And Tobiah sent letters to put me into the dust of your city, which were come again out of the camp, all Israel have transgressed thy law, nor hearkened unto me, even he lifted up his eyes, and look not back: bring my sons from far, their silver and their gold shall be able to redeem it, then it shall be given unto you. 37: 3 Trust in the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of singing men and singing women. 19: 10 Delight is not seemly for a fool: much less do lying lips a prince. 36: 18 Because of the multitude of thy strangers shall be like small dust, and made him look up: and it came to pass the selfsame day the hand of the LORD, that hate thee. 13: 58 And they called for Samson out of the midst of us, and shall rain it upon him while he is near: 55: 11 So that the face of his brother whom he slew at one time.'" ] }, - "execution_count": 48, + "execution_count": 43, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(kjb_counts, kjb_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_item(kjb_starts, kjb_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 50, + "execution_count": 44, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2363,21 +2386,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "'6: 30 And the children of Israel, and the garlick: 11: 11 And Balak said unto Balaam, Go with the men, whom I have not spoken of me the thing that I hate, saith the LORD. 14: 27 And Joshua made them that day, saith the LORD; If ye will not fall upon me yourselves. 7: 2 Thou hast given a banner to them that believe: 2: 37 And at the end of the mountain that lieth before the valley of vision, breaking down the walls of the houses withal: 29: 37 Their meat offering and their drink offerings, and offer an offering made by fire unto the LORD. Then the master of his mercy; 1: 36 And Bethnimrah, and Succoth, and encamped at Hazeroth. If the queue was initially empty, we set the front and rear pointers of the queue in the first month in the second chariot that he had built, 10: 32 Benjamin, Malluch, and Adaiah, 10: 6 In burnt offerings and sacrifices, and with him an hundred and thirty. An extreme case of inefficiency occurs when the system falls into infinite loops in making deductions. 18: 12 And when the days of Cainan were nine hundred sixty and two years, and begat Methuselah: 5: 11 And Manoah arose, and rebuked them, because of the words which the horn spake: I sought him, but feared the people, He is my shepherd, and the Levites shall keep the watch of the LORD, and we will give ourselves continually to prayer, a certain blind man sat by the way. 34: 20 In a moment, and be still. One thing that makes the query language provides means of combination is crucial to the ability to represent compound data. 4: 15 That which is far off shall die of the pestilence.'" + "\"7: 3 And when I rose in the morning as he returned into the host, and went forth before them all, saying, Behold, I have brought him forth abroad, and said, Thy servant Uriah the Hittite: thirty and seven thousand. 135: 8 Who also declared unto us your love in the truth; It is expedient for you, that ye should be guilty. 68: 10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. 2: 25 And he set up the horn. 19: 14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my people love to have it return 0. 5: 14 And when Eli heard the noise of the taking of Babylon the earth is earthly, and speaketh uprightly; he that toucheth the land, concerning the vessels that remain in this city, and had beaten the graven images into powder, and strawed it upon the altar: these are the kings of Israel ? 16: 10 And I took the little book. 17: 8 Upright men shall be made smooth; 3: 2 And the Lord make you to increase and abound in love one toward another; men with men working that which is sold shall remain in the day when I drink it new with you in weakness, and in all thy coast seven days; and also after that, when they spake unto them, Hearken unto the voice of mirth, and the seats of them that boil, where the body of Christ; that we may put them to shame that hated us. 2: 2 Then said the LORD, and of brass, and carried the people away into Babylon unto Christ are fourteen generations; and thou shalt live. 27: 13 Why dost thou strive against him ? or if thy transgressions be multiplied, and all the curses that are written in the king's dale: for he hath been worth a double hired servant to thee, and thy silver and thy gold is mine; and she shall turn to you again. 18: 43 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, Have thou nothing to do with thee, saith the Lord GOD.\"" ] }, - "execution_count": 50, + "execution_count": 44, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(all_counts, all_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "' '.join(sentence_join(markov_item(all_starts, all_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 63, + "execution_count": 45, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2389,58 +2412,59 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 65, + "execution_count": 46, "metadata": { - "collapsed": false + "collapsed": false, + "scrolled": true }, "outputs": [ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "['32 The stranger that is, that hath taken a new clause to the unit square ( imag- part, and our Saviour.',\n", - " '112: 2 And, behold, immediately he arose, and cast them to pass at that level, which loveth thee and thy word is gone a little sister, to bring them unto the sea, they reach even to him, with the whole land shall be the Son of man are before the LORD pondereth the hearts of the first and the latter days.',\n", - " '10: 38 Joel the chief man of God, as much as any of the wood offering, with his fathers: also they were ashamed: let not the light of the Greeks seek after my name, and said unto him that doeth righteousness at all redeem ought of the LORD appointed other seventy also, as at other times, and Mearah that is spent in our streets: and in Benjamin fenced cities, and to all that he will preserve him, and couple the curtains of goats that were numbered of them that sleep sleep in the house of Jeroboam the son of Mattaniah: for ye shall be shortened.',\n", - " '( This argument is the spirit of his nostrils, and turn again by the heel in the place where concurrency control, and he that reapeth may rejoice.',\n", - " '6: 7 That ye may be of the truth.',\n", - " '6: 10 And thou shalt see it.',\n", - " \"9: 25 And it shall come and sing praise to thee with ? x set) false))))) Without- interrupts disables time- shared operating systems, especially they who are ye in me is true,'' for example, if thou warn the righteous smite me; 26: 10 Declaring the end.\",\n", - " '7: 22 But he rebelled against thee, yet make thee to anger, and Jeremoth, and the men of Babylon.',\n", - " '( define ( cube x)))) ( parallel- execute is a great multitude from Galilee, into the ark of the dust of the desire of our attitudes about programming and, behold, they brought out the mote out of thy land shall fall therein: and the compiler.',\n", - " 'And Peter remembered the days when God overthrew Sodom and her towns and country round about upon the horns, and openeth their ears are open, and to the user, provide a rigorous mathematical definition of the boards of fir.',\n", - " '5.4.',\n", - " 'For example, we set the battle increased that trouble me ! for my comfort in these cases are recognized by the space is ( define ( append- instruction- sequence, we will use a distinct bignum data type enables the system should be bound in chains among all the days that have not walked in the faith, I will surely shew myself unto prayer.',\n", - " '1: 15 And thou shalt require of the testimony in Jacob his people made no lamentation.',\n", - " '12: 37 Then he questioned with him.',\n", - " 'The procedure that takes as input a pattern such as had not obtained that which is at hand, that David had a servant to wife.',\n", - " '2: 11 Now this I say unto thee; and they that were diseased.',\n", - " 'There are many ways in the matter, they withered away from him, sing praises unto God from the tower, and birds of the terms of more and more abundantly unto you, he hath given unto thee: and they shall offer the gift, with the beasts of the same car.',\n", - " 'You must implement the generic procedure so that they name, and go up, and take up his pillars.',\n", - " \"We will have to change ( or ( recursively) during analysis is a faithful man who was yet shut up him that shaketh it ? 30: 15 The way of the LORD's passover.\",\n", - " 'Amen, and combine the two horns were high; that thou hast heard, Satan: thou hast redeemed.',\n", - " \"The community's broader work goes beyond issues of objects that can skill to hew in the gate of Issachar according to all that they may shave their heads, neither have seen strange things to write coercion procedures that manipulate the shared account.\",\n", - " \"25: 1: 36 My desire is, and Lot his brother's name was Tamar: she is thy love to have done evil in his disease he sought how he loved the people and the Amalekites had carried it into the sea side: and they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes behold, the joy wherewith we joy for your goodness is as the shadow of death stain it; because he had said unto her mistress, and they of Tyre and Sidon, which uses the last; I will restore it to a given application problem; the family of the whole congregation of the armies of Israel, and shod them, having faithful children not accused of riot, speaking of the lad where he entereth in by the young men now arise, if we call make- new- machine procedure, we hurt them, and his dwelling place of rest, but shall surely pay ox for a fool: much more diligent, upon these tables the words which I also was accounted to him, and much people, and upon the persons were four leprous men at his birth.\",\n", - " '32: 3 She crieth in the gate from the power of the sea shall be unclean.',\n", - " '2: 13 To keep the commandments of the wicked he turneth upside down shall be set in my sanctuary ? but thou shalt make two rings in the wine, which is called the Italian band, when ye go to Dothan.',\n", - " '21: 8 Therefore thus saith the LORD our God in heaven.',\n", - " 'The empty set is being paid more than lovers of God; every one over against him.',\n", - " 'And the sons of Bilhah.',\n", - " '34: 22 Saying, Give us this great fire any more at all times: unless she had seen.',\n", - " '1: 7 Ain, Remmon, and Lot the son of Pashur, a flame: there shall be strong.',\n", - " '32: 10 Yea, all the leaves of a combination, and Meshullam.']" + "['Typical memory systems provide a driver loop.',\n", + " '2: 10 Which doeth great wonders, ye were sealed twelve thousand.',\n", + " \"59: 13 ( 3 4)) ( fib n) ( newline)) We must evaluate (* x y) (/ (+ x 4))) x) ( let (( avpt (/ (+ ( sum term a) ( registers- needed seq1)) ( branch ( label ev- sequence '( proc argl continue)); linkage code machine- model > < value>. Thus, she came trembling, he that ruled throughout the seven seals thereof: it shall be forty and five hundred and ten thousand in breadth.\",\n", + " '9: 22 And the chief captain that he shall do my prophets no harm: 35 And the firstborn, Jehush the second time the LORD: that I visit them, If thou cast down, even since the assembler to store the current value of the sword, and to which denominators.',\n", + " 'And he blessed Joseph, saying, They hated me, Son of man: preserve my life, or a product of the mountain which is escaped ? And the children of Israel went thither a whoring after their tongues, in the dispatch as in a 1954 paper that essentially founded the earth are burned without inhabitant, and it was not, to find the value of a combination operation cross- type information.',\n", + " '35: 14 And that first covenant had also seen the Father hath loved us, and mourn; 61: 8 But there is neither bond nor free: for that the brook Kidron.',\n", + " '22: 18 But he that confirmeth not all of them in the procedure object followed by code to check whether the car pointer of the winepress shall not do any thing as of the congregation of the king had heard that it is symmetrical-- variables are transformed in this case, we will shew who are under the shadow of thy body, yet shall know that the LORD.',\n", + " '1: 16 Wash you, an he lamb without blemish: 29 Then fled Moses at this: primitive expressions such as C.',\n", + " '22: 4: 6 Then shall he appear the sign of a man to his sons that shall vex thee, O Judah, in which my people, that Pharaoh should have sorrow from them that did cleave unto the LORD shall renew their strength, O Media; all that pertained to Saul ? choose you, having never learned ? 7: 1 And the remnant of the fire shall ever be removed, and exhort.',\n", + " '12: 42 For I was an angel come down from the lions ? The most common way to do unto the king said unto the king of Shimron, and slew them at all times, to identify all the army of the house, and cause the horn of oil, saith the LORD said unto him, Nay; but the LORD followed them.',\n", + " '6: 2 And he said unto them; and it was told is true, then that we have students use the second seal, I have decked my bed I sought him, Is Saul also went his way, and the transgression of an hundred talents of gold, and in the way he sees it.',\n", + " 'C.',\n", + " '11: 11 If ye have gathered the wind ceased: and David his father: and it was hid three months in Jerusalem.',\n", + " 'Next, the same with a great forsaking in the world with time.',\n", + " '13: 10 Yet was she slain.',\n", + " '18: 30 And Mephibosheth had a long blast with the trumpets, and cast them down into Egypt.',\n", + " 'Thus make- queue, a third type.',\n", + " '( Compare the two patterns (? x c ? x should be apparent that the primitive elements of its arguments, the selectors they call their lands; every one for his mouth, and the candlestick, and filled them with the voice of Israel, to him, and how he had delight in lies: they shall light the hidden wisdom, nor did him honour at his words: and the nail, and on the eighth day; and there be laid in the six hundred men; leave us not love in the face of the Lord, behold, men of Israel; and he shall eat the fruit of the fat of rams, of the air; the family of the prophets, that we have not profited them that they might not lift up thine eyes be open, and teachest him out of thy counsels of the blood upon him.',\n", + " '3: 33 They give drink to every good work.',\n", + " '14: 8 For he that is an everlasting covenant, whom God hath remembered her iniquities.',\n", + " '46: 2 When I brake the bands of their sacrifices, which brought thee out of the nations be blessed.',\n", + " '4: 10 Arise ye, when thou thyself art a God of Abraham, I was an hundred forty and five.',\n", + " '2: 17 And David said, How many hired servants of Saul the son of Israel eat not any that were virgins apparelled.',\n", + " '8: 15 Every raven after his servant with the edge of the altar round about Gibeah.',\n", + " '32: 31 Behold, thou hast made void the counsel of peace, without changing the thunk once the longsuffering of our God.',\n", + " '2: 21 Have pity upon the earth; and he had commanded him, saying, So is he which baptizeth with the notion of a variable, we will change make- instruction- sequences is thus the empty frame, [ 2 ] message- passing techniques developed in conjunction with higher- order evaluation applicative order as a branch, and begat sons and their inheritance be given to thy fathers hath given me knowledge of him.',\n", + " '8: 10 And Judah saw his sons.',\n", + " 'Proof of correctness of the priests praised the LORD.',\n", + " '71: 19 I know thy works.',\n", + " '12: 44 And Shema begat Raham, the son of Josedech, the dart, nor make any manner of sickness and all the people that they should believe on him, Let her alone: if so be that they were come from the face of the nations of the going up to the Huffman tree of figure 5.12 and examine the state of that value leads to the LORD for evermore, and in the midst of Israel numbered, and ointments, and twelve oxen, that they should be the Son, go forth as a tree non- strict nondeterminism, we can tell whether the bindings in the evaluator machine, and followed the LORD sent an angel standing in the house of feasting and joy; he hath taken increase: but I obtained mercy; that they without us: for thou art good in the midst of the expression ( and ( not (= ( remainder ( square x) Figure 3.12: Lists x: (( a b) ( first- class elements in language design who were fifty and six.']" ] }, - "execution_count": 65, + "execution_count": 46, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "[sentence_join(markov_sentence(all2_counts, all2_starts, 500)) for _ in range(30)]" + "[sentence_join(markov_item(all2_starts, all2_counts, 500)) for _ in range(30)]" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 66, + "execution_count": 47, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2452,7 +2476,7 @@ }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 70, + "execution_count": 48, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2460,21 +2484,21 @@ { "data": { "text/plain": [ - "\"To make a new procedure object W1. 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Sir Wade would speak of our physical creation.'" ] }, - "execution_count": 70, + "execution_count": 48, "metadata": {}, "output_type": "execute_result" } ], "source": [ - "\" \".join(sentence_join(markov_sentence(sl2_counts, sl2_starts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" + "\" \".join(sentence_join(markov_item(sl2_starts, sl2_counts, 500)) for _ in range(10))" ] }, { "cell_type": "code", - "execution_count": 75, + "execution_count": 49, "metadata": { "collapsed": false }, @@ -2482,7 +2506,7 @@ { "data": { "text/html": [ - "

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\" I buried myself in a fearful daze out into the grounds, and especially down cellar, and from what I went with them gold- green stone idol found. We had all been rather jovial, and a general alarm. We will also modify the environment as context for evaluation of the creatures to invade a lethal stupor which wards off madness by dulling the memory of those books wish a word or a 1) (* x (+ x 2))) produces the average citizen. The names of Akeley and play, and produces a painter; therefore, is called. There are, which one might spy through the remaining stretch of road, and as she had said in a scientific purpose, so that its cdr is the empty stream or a labyrinth of inexplicably fashioned metal under a certain transcribed witch- woman- her name in life imagined, the sleeping plain. To form even a sign of man's world and perhaps sinister history, philosophy, and was placed on exhibition early in the water change- detector sense- data and primitive mammals, and the like. His walks were late ( as that of the forbidden ? The rifling of Ezra Weeden, who had come to recognize the will and buried to the open sea some were incised and wholly at the hospital. Trying the match is basically the same way as for the tomb of man and his hints occasionally became concrete. Curwen's sailors would then pose as a free hand and radiating out in the neighbourhood noted. He had known Al always, were freely spoken of as two separate problems: what'' to a tremendous effect on me, and even the myriad towering stories had fallen through, revealing a wide range." ], "text/plain": [ "" @@ -2493,12 +2517,283 @@ } ], "source": [ - "from IPython.core.display import display, HTML\n", "display(HTML('

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The voltage response v of the circuit ( summarized by v C, the Lisp evaluator would be to process the query ( and ( supervisor ? x ? middle- manager in the wheel rule of section 4.4.

3: 11 Therefore thy gates shall be burned therein.

36: 3 And say to the forest of the south shall be strong, and eat bread.

The servants said unto him, My LORD, if thou go with us; and he gave him, and saith unto them, ready to depart on the morrow, which was set over the affairs of this life, and out of the hand that wrote.

5: 6 And the sword shall abide on his cities, and with an extreme burning, and the vintage shall reach unto Azal: yea, though many false witnesses came, yet found they none.

He adds all the weekly meetings of the firm to the Microshaft data base by expressions of the query system repeatedly reads input expressions.

Specifically: The evaluator enables us to increase the modularity of our systems by encapsulating, or hiding,'' parts of the earth, that the LORD cast out before the LORD, as the LORD commanded to give unto her the cup of the Lord Jesus Christ, was in number three hundred thousand choice men, able to deliver you from his iniquities.

Cy agrees that Ben is right about the behavior of a quantity x as a function of n, to be applied in the same way as in the night visions, and your goodliest young men, and they slew all the males from a month old and upward, from the east side unto the west side, a portion for Asher.

13: 1 And the LORD said, Bring the portion which I gave thee, of the children of Israel before their idols, and all that is in use, existing programs that define procedures with these names bound as local variables.

For example, the complex number z = x + iy ( where i 2 =- 1) can be expressed as sequence operations.

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Akeley had been a nightmare of buzzing voices, and a partial relief from the second signal ordering a general plan was to see him.

From the handwriting ? Do you wonder how many farmhouses burnt to ashes.

1 that the interpreter runs, it follows a process that must be made to a system in which complex numbers are naturally represented as ordered pairs.

Then the GCD is the other argument for * ( assign proc ( op ( opcompiled- procedure- entry) ( let (( segments ( segments agenda) ( cdr z)) ( append (( save, first- reg) ( modifies- register ? modularity, [ 2 ] unify- match query- pattern frame) ( let (( t1 -> t2 ( apply- generic op ( t1 -> t2 ( get- register- contents < machine- model > < register- name > ( op vector- set!) ( reg new- cdrs) ( reg env));; begin actual procedure body ( save continue) ( goto ( reg val)) Now we can try our rational- number operations in terms of abstract selectors and constructors for this notation such that our derivative program still works ? 2.3.

And yet it was, or that those horrible cylinders and machines- and the desolate salt marshes, desolate and unpeopled, chaos was complete long before I die I should be as it shines on certain others- even a perfect solution, because of a long and familiar doom.

He defines the following two rules: For any list y, the empty list, then the smaller number in the sequence.

Of all its curious influence call up the sixty- three at the cryptic parchment; but upon examining the bank as if to accentuate by their fellow- men.

When he read this, but kept it in the hideous culmination of events that depopulated the whole scene of such data as my torch could not doubt the power of its unfamiliar temporary form, was of little quaint fishing towns that climbed from the Rowley road drew so close to the fourth floor, and likewise any metal case- resulted in a vast Italian quarter, and a feeling that some of our camel drivers older than Memphis and mankind.

\" Ye see all too close to the sight.

In the roseal dawn the burghers of Milwaukee rose to panic.

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I say harass, because they have when they tore open the massive pre- Revolutionary homes with their nails, so I think almost hope that no man has yet dared not seem to have the ether- resisting wings characteristic of him, and many things.

2: 31 And he said unto him, Caesar's.

33: 9 Nevertheless the priests of the high places of Baal, which are called might receive the fruits of your ground; neither shall thy tears run down like a river, and every tree therein: for then should ye go after vain things, which thou hast redeemed.

He could scarcely decipher what they portrayed, and almost ghastly results, since it could be done.

27: 12 These shall stand upon the mount of Olives, then sent Jesus two disciples, 21: 6 And Ezra blessed the LORD God, even the porch of the house of the LORD was with Jehoshaphat, because he had heard therefore that he was Rebekah's son: and I will remove far off from my presence: 23: 11 And they found written in the law.

Was he just come up.

Lanterns that shudder and death are penned.

But this was a cross of new developments in those fields where the west window, and with haste To get this impetus, though to my flagging quest; for thousands and tens of thousands of light which would warn the waiting horse gave a thrill that a small man probably having a kind of a chaotic pronunciation.

Beneath him dozens of queer things I had not traversed before; and though progress was very close indeed.

52: 23 And they were exceeding many: neither was the word of the LORD came again unto Jerusalem and Judah, Hanani, Eliathah, Giddalti, and Romamtiezer, Joshbekashah, Mallothi, Hothir, and Mahazioth: 25: 27 Over against the border were at the north bay of the salt sea: this shall not be ashamed of Chemosh, as the manner of all the tribes of the children of Ammon said to Hanun, Thinkest thou that David doth honour thy father, that he may die: because she hath not sinned.

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