IV - THE EARTH
Thus I was, and only the memory that
I had lived through the dark, once before, served to sustain my thoughts. A
great time passed - ages. And then a single star broke its way through the
darkness. It was the first of one of the outlying clusters of this universe.
Presently, it was far behind, and all about me shone the splendor of the countless
stars. Later, years it seemed, I saw the sun, a clot of flame. Around it, I
made out presently several remote specks of light - the planets of the Solar
system. And so I saw the earth again, blue and unbelievably minute. It grew
larger, and became defined.
A long space of time came and went,
and then at last I entered into the shadow of the world - plunging headlong
into the dim and holy earth night. Overhead were the old constellations, and
there was a crescent moon. Then, as I neared the earth's surface, a dimness
swept over me, and I appeared to sink into a black mist.
For a while, I knew nothing. I was
unconscious. Gradually, I became aware of a faint, distant whining. It became
plainer. A desperate feeling of agony possessed me. I struggled madly for
breath, and tried to shout. A moment, and I got my breath more easily. I was
conscious that something was licking my hand. Something damp swept across my
face. I heard a panting, and then again the whining. It seemed to come to my
ears, now, with a sense of familiarity, and I opened my eyes. All was dark; but
the feeling of oppression had left me. I was seated, and something was whining
piteously, and licking me. I felt strangely confused, and, instinctively, tried
to ward off the thing that licked. My head was curiously vacant, and, for the
moment, I seemed incapable of action or thought. Then, things came back to me,
and I called 'Pepper,' faintly. I was answered by a joyful bark, and renewed
and frantic caresses.
In a little while, I felt stronger,
and put out my hand for the matches. I groped about, for a few moments,
blindly; then my hands lit upon them, and I struck a light, and looked
confusedly around. All about me, I saw the old, familiar things. And there I
sat, full of dazed wonders, until the flame of the match burnt my finger, and I
dropped it; while a hasty expression of pain and anger, escaped my lips,
surprising me with the sound of my own voice.
After a moment, I struck another
match, and, stumbling across the room, lit the candles. As I did so, I observed
that they had not burned away, but had been put out.
As the flames shot up, I turned, and
stared about the study; yet there was nothing unusual to see; and, suddenly, a
gust of irritation took me. What had happened? I held my head, with both hands,
and tried to remember. Ah! the great, silent Plain, and the ring-shaped sun of
red fire. Where were they? Where had I seen them? How long ago? I felt dazed
and muddled. Once or twice, I walked up and down the room, unsteadily. My memory
seemed dulled, and, already, the thing I had witnessed came back to me with an
effort.
I have a remembrance of cursing,
peevishly, in my bewilderment. Suddenly, I turned faint and giddy, and had to
grasp at the table for support. During a few moments, I held on, weakly; and
then managed to totter sideways into a chair. After a little time, I felt
somewhat better, and succeeded in reaching the cupboard where, usually, I keep
brandy and biscuits. I poured myself out a little of the stimulant, and drank
it off. Then, taking a handful of biscuits, I returned to my chair, and began
to devour them, ravenously. I was vaguely surprised at my hunger. I felt as
though I had eaten nothing for an uncountably long while.
As I ate, my glance roved about the
room, taking in its various details, and still searching, though almost
unconsciously, for something tangible upon which to take hold, among the
invisible mysteries that encompassed me. 'Surely,' I thought, 'there must be
something - ' And, in the same instant, my gaze dwelt upon the face of the
clock in the opposite corner. Therewith, I stopped eating, and just stared.
For, though its ticking indicated most certainly that it was still going, the
hands were pointing to a little before the hour of midnight; whereas it was, as
well I knew, considerably after that time when I had witnessed the first of the
strange happenings I have just described.
For perhaps a moment I was astounded
and puzzled. Had the hour been the same as when I had last seen the clock, I
should have concluded that the hands had stuck in one place, while the internal
mechanism went on as usual; but that would, in no way, account for the hands
having traveled backward. Then, even as I turned the matter over in my wearied
brain, the thought flashed upon me that it was now close upon the morning of
the twenty-second, and that I had been unconscious to the visible world through
the greater portion of the last twenty-four hours. The thought occupied my
attention for a full minute; then I commenced to eat again. I was still very
hungry.
During breakfast, next morning, I
inquired casually of my sister regarding the date, and found my surmise
correct. I had, indeed, been absent - at least in spirit - for nearly a day and
a night.
My sister asked me no questions; for
it is not by any means the first time that I have kept to my study for a whole
day, and sometimes a couple of days at a time, when I have been particularly
engrossed in my books or work.
And so the days pass on, and I am
still filled with a wonder to know the meaning of all that I saw on that
memorable night. Yet, well I know that my curiosity is little likely to be
satisfied.
V - THE THING IN THE PIT
This house is, as I have said
before, surrounded by a huge estate, and wild and uncultivated gardens.
Away at the back, distant some three
hundred yards, is a dark, deep ravine - spoken of as the 'Pit,' by the
peasantry. At the bottom runs a sluggish stream so overhung by trees as
scarcely to be seen from above.
In passing, I must explain that this
river has a subterranean origin, emerging suddenly at the East end of the
ravine, and disappearing, as abruptly, beneath the cliffs that form its Western
extremity.
It was some months after my vision
(if vision it were) of the great Plain that my attention was particularly
attracted to the Pit.
I happened, one day, to be walking
along its Southern edge, when, suddenly, several pieces of rock and shale were
dislodged from the face of the cliff immediately beneath me, and fell with a
sullen crash through the trees. I heard them splash in the river at the bottom;
and then silence. I should not have given this incident more than a passing
thought, had not Pepper at once begun to bark savagely; nor would he be silent
when I bade him, which is most unusual behavior on his part.
Feeling that there must be someone
or something in the Pit, I went back to the house, quickly, for a stick. When I
returned, Pepper had ceased his barks and was growling and smelling, uneasily,
along the top.
Whistling to him to follow me, I
started to descend cautiously. The depth to the bottom of the Pit must be about
a hundred and fifty feet, and some time as well as considerable care was
expended before we reached the bottom in safety.
Once down, Pepper and I started to
explore along the banks of the river. It was very dark there due to the
overhanging trees, and I moved warily, keeping my glance about me and my stick
ready.
Pepper was quiet now and kept close
to me all the time. Thus, we searched right up one side of the river, without
hearing or seeing anything. Then, we crossed over - by the simple method of
jumping - and commenced to beat our way back through the underbrush.
We had accomplished perhaps half the
distance, when I heard again the sound of falling stones on the other side - the
side from which we had just come. One large rock came thundering down through
the treetops, struck the opposite bank, and bounded into the river, driving a
great jet of water right over us. At this, Pepper gave out a deep growl; then
stopped, and pricked up his ears. I listened, also.
A second later, a loud, half-human,
half-piglike squeal sounded from among the trees, apparently about halfway up
the South cliff. It was answered by a similar note from the bottom of the Pit.
At this, Pepper gave a short, sharp bark, and, springing across the little
river, disappeared into the bushes.
Immediately
afterward, I heard his barks increase in depth and number, and in between there
sounded a noise of confused jabbering. This ceased, and, in the succeeding
silence, there rose a semi-human yell of agony. Almost immediately, Pepper gave
a long-drawn howl of pain, and then the shrubs were violently agitated, and he
came running out with his tail down, and glancing as he ran over his shoulder.
As he reached me, I saw that he was bleeding from what appeared to be a great
claw wound in the side that had almost laid bare his ribs.
Seeing Pepper thus mutilated, a
furious feeling of anger seized me, and, whirling my staff, I sprang across,
and into the bushes from which Pepper had emerged. As I forced my way through,
I thought I heard a sound of breathing. Next instant, I had burst into a little
clear space, just in time to see something, livid white in color, disappear
among the bushes on the opposite side. With a shout, I ran toward it; but,
though I struck and probed among the bushes with my stick, I neither saw nor
heard anything further; and so returned to Pepper. There, after bathing his
wound in the river, I bound my wetted handkerchief 'round his body; having done
which, we retreated up the ravine and into the daylight again.
On reaching the house, my sister
inquired what had happened to Pepper, and I told her he had been fighting with
a wildcat, of which I had heard there were several about.
I felt it would be better not to
tell her how it had really happened; though, to be sure, I scarcely knew
myself; but this I did know, that the thing I had seen run into the bushes was
no wildcat. It was much too big, and had, so far as I had observed, a skin like
a hog's, only of a dead, unhealthy white color. And then - it had run upright,
or nearly so, upon its hind feet, with a motion somewhat resembling that of a
human being. This much I had noticed in my brief glimpse, and, truth to tell, I
felt a good deal of uneasiness, besides curiosity as I turned the matter over
in my mind.
It was in the morning that the above
incident had occurred.
Then, it would be after dinner, as I
sat reading, that, happening to look up suddenly, I saw something peering in
over the window ledge the eyes and ears alone showing.
'A pig, by Jove!' I said, and rose
to my feet. Thus, I saw the thing more completely; but it was no pig - God
alone knows what it was. It reminded me, vaguely, of the hideous Thing that had
haunted the great arena. It had a grotesquely human mouth and jaw; but with no
chin of which to speak. The nose was prolonged into a snout; thus it was that
with the little eyes and queer ears, gave it such an extraordinarily swinelike
appearance. Of forehead there was little, and the whole face was of an
unwholesome white color.
For
perhaps a minute, I stood looking at the thing with an ever growing feeling of
disgust, and some fear. The mouth kept jabbering, inanely, and once emitted a
half-swinish grunt. I think it was the eyes that attracted me the most; they
seemed to glow, at times, with a horribly human intelligence, and kept
flickering away from my face, over the details of the room, as though my stare
disturbed it.
It
appeared to be supporting itself by two clawlike hands upon the windowsill.
These claws, unlike the face, were of a clayey brown hue, and bore an
indistinct resemblance to human hands, in that they had four fingers and a
thumb; though these were webbed up to the first joint, much as are a duck's.
Nails it had also, but so long and powerful that they were more like the talons
of an eagle than aught else.
As I have said, before, I felt some
fear; though almost of an impersonal kind. I may explain my feeling better by
saying that it was more a sensation of abhorrence; such as one might expect to
feel, if brought in contact with something superhumanly foul; something unholy
- belonging to some hitherto undreamt of state of existence.
I cannot say that I grasped these
various details of the brute at the time. I think they seemed to come back to
me, afterward, as though imprinted upon my brain. I imagined more than I saw as
I looked at the thing, and the material details grew upon me later.
For
perhaps a minute I stared at the creature; then as my nerves steadied a little
I shook off the vague alarm that held me, and took a step toward the window.
Even as I did so, the thing ducked and vanished. I rushed to the door and
looked 'round hurriedly; but only the tangled bushes and shrubs met my gaze.
I ran back into the house, and,
getting my gun, sallied out to search through the gardens. As I went, I asked
myself whether the thing I had just seen was likely to be the same of which I
had caught a glimpse in the morning. I inclined to think it was.
I would have taken Pepper with me;
but judged it better to give his wound a chance to heal. Besides, if the
creature I had just seen was, as I imagined, his antagonist of the morning, it
was not likely that he would be of much use.
I began my search, systematically. I
was determined, if it were possible, to find and put an end to that
swine-thing. This was, at least, a material Horror!
At first, I searched, cautiously;
with the thought of Pepper's wound in my mind; but, as the hours passed, and
not a sign of anything living, showed in the great, lonely gardens, I became
less apprehensive. I felt almost as though I would welcome the sight of it.
Anything seemed better than this silence, with the ever-present feeling that
the creature might be lurking in every bush I passed. Later, I grew careless of
danger, to the extent of plunging right through the bushes, probing with my gun
barrel as I went.
At times, I shouted; but only the
echoes answered back. I thought thus perhaps to frighten or stir the creature
to showing itself; but only succeeded in bringing my sister Mary out, to know
what was the matter. I told her, that I had seen the wildcat that had wounded
Pepper, and that I was trying to hunt it out of the bushes. She seemed only
half satisfied, and went back into the house, with an expression of doubt upon
her face. I wondered whether she had seen or guessed anything. For the rest of
the afternoon, I prosecuted the search anxiously. I felt that I should be
unable to sleep, with that bestial thing haunting the shrubberies, and yet,
when evening fell, I had seen nothing. Then, as I turned homeward, I heard a
short, unintelligible noise, among the bushes to my right. Instantly, I turned,
and, aiming quickly, fired in the direction of the sound. Immediately
afterward, I heard something scuttling away among the bushes. It moved rapidly,
and in a minute had gone out of hearing. After a few steps I ceased my pursuit,
realizing how futile it must be in the fast gathering gloom; and so, with a
curious feeling of depression, I entered the house.
That night, after my sister had gone
to bed, I went 'round to all the windows and doors on the ground floor; and saw
to it that they were securely fastened. This precaution was scarcely necessary
as regards the windows, as all of those on the lower storey are strongly
barred; but with the doors - of which there are five - it was wisely thought,
as not one was locked.
Having secured these, I went to my
study, yet, somehow, for once, the place jarred upon me; it seemed so huge and
echoey. For some time I tried to read; but at last finding it impossible I
carried my book down to the kitchen where a large fire was burning, and sat
there.
I dare say, I had read for a couple
of hours, when, suddenly, I heard a sound that made me lower my book, and listen,
intently. It was a noise of something rubbing and fumbling against the back
door. Once the door creaked, loudly; as though force were being applied to it.
During those few, short moments, I experienced an indescribable feeling of
terror, such as I should have believed impossible. My hands shook; a cold sweat
broke out on me, and I shivered violently.
Gradually, I calmed. The stealthy
movements outside had ceased.
Then for an hour I sat silent and
watchful. All at once the feeling of fear took me again. I felt as I imagine an
animal must, under the eye of a snake. Yet now I could hear nothing. Still,
there was no doubting that some unexplained influence was at work.
Gradually, imperceptibly almost,
something stole on my ear - a sound that resolved itself into a faint murmur.
Quickly it developed and grew into a muffled but hideous chorus of bestial
shrieks. It appeared to rise from the bowels of the earth.
I heard a thud, and realized in a
dull, half comprehending way that I had dropped my book. After that, I just
sat; and thus the daylight found me, when it crept wanly in through the barred,
high windows of the great kitchen.
With the dawning light, the feeling
of stupor and fear left me; and I came more into possession of my senses.
Thereupon I picked up my book, and
crept to the door to listen. Not a sound broke the chilly silence. For some
minutes I stood there; then, very gradually and cautiously, I drew back the
bolt and opening the door peeped out.
My caution was unneeded. Nothing was
to be seen, save the grey vista of dreary, tangled bushes and trees, extending
to the distant plantation.
With a shiver, I closed the door,
and made my way, quietly, up to bed.
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