Collected Fiction Volume 2 (1926-1930): A Variorum Edition (76 page)

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 quality of the daylight increased, and the crowd gazed about the horizon in wonder. A purplish 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 shewed
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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.

“Ygnaiih . . . ygnaiih . . . thflthkh’ngha . . . Yog-Sothoth . . .”
rang the hideous croaking out of space.
“Y’bthnk . . . h’ehye—
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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-ya-ya-ya-yahaah—
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e’yayayayaaaa . . . ngh’aaaa . . . ngh’aaaa
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. . . h’yuh . . . h’yuh
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. . . 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
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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 underbrush were whipped into a fury; and the frightened crowd at the mountain’s base, weakened by the lethal foetor
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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,
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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.

He paused exhausted, as the whole group of natives stared in a bewilderment not quite crystallised
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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 heerd Ol’ 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
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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 Whateleys 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 Whateleys 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.”

Editor’s Note:
The A.Ms. does not survive, but the T.Ms., prepared by HPL, does. It was followed relatively accurately by
Weird Tales
(April 1929), aside from its usual customary changes in accordance with its house style. The Arkham House editions follow the T.Ms., hence are also quite accurate. There are, however, a number of small internal inconsistencies of usage that require correction.

Texts: A = T.Ms. (JHL); B =
Weird Tales
13, No. 4 (April 1929): 481–508; C =
The Dunwich Horror and Others
(Arkham House, 1963), 160–202. Copy-text: A.

1
. Chimaeras] Chimeras B

2
. O,] Oh, B

3
. shadow-land] shadowland B, C

4
. “Gorgons, . . . pre-existence.”]
Gorgons, . . . pre-existence.
C

5
. —
Charles . . .
Night-Fears”] —Charles Lamb:
Witches and Other Night-Fears.
B; —CHARLES LAMB: Witches and Other Night-Fears C

6
. traveller] traveler B

7
. surprisingly] surprizing B

8
. on] in B

9
. rock-strown] rock-strewn C

10
. bull-frogs.] bullfrogs. B

11
. serpent-like] serpentlike B

12
. neighbouring] neighboring B

13
. harbours] harbors B

14
. odour] odor B

15
. mould] mold B

16
. aesthetic] esthetic B

17
. New England] New-England A, C

18
. woefully] wofully B

19
. mouldering] moldering B

20
. allow’d,] allow’d B

21
. now]
om.
B

22
. my self] myself B

23
. “It . . . unlock.”] It . . . unlock. B, C

24
. odours] odors B

25
. Then] Then, B

26
. daemoniac] demoniac B

27
. nineteenth-century] Nineteenth Century B; nineteenth century C

28
. sizeable] sizable B

29
. a.m.] a. m. B; A.M. C

30
. thirty-five,] 35, A, B, C

31
. Neighbours] Neighbors B, C

32
. shewed] showed B

33
. hereabaouts.] hereabouts. B, C

34
. kin] kin’ C

35
. anaemic,] anemic, B

36
. grey,] gray, B

37
. shewed] showed B

38
. dark] dark blue B

39
. of] on B

40
. labour;] labor; B

41
. shew] show B

42
. already] really B

43
. tool-sheds] tool sheds A, B, C

44
. shewed] showed B

45
. fitting up] fitting-up B

46
. closely boarded] closely-boarded A, B, C

47
. sot] so C

48
. catechise] catechize B

49
. odour] odor B

50
. May-Eve] May Eve A, B, C

51
. synchronised] synchronized B

52
. a]
om.
C

53
. the] and the C

54
. lips and cheeks] lip and cheek B

55
. break. ¶] break. B

56
. repaired;] repaired, B

57
. odours] odors B

58
. circles] circle C [s
added in pen in A
]

59
. May-Eve] May Eve A, B, C

60
. All-Hallows] All-Hallow B

61
. dun’t] dun’t, B

62
. one] 1 B

63
. nohaow.”] nohaow!” B

64
. grey] gray B

65
. May-Eve] May Eve A, B, C

66
. pandaemoniac] pandemoniac B

67
. neighbourhood] neighborhood B

68
. shewed] showed B

69
. Bibliothèque] Bibliotheque A, B, C

70
. Ayres,] Aires, B

71
. “Necronomicon”]
Necronomicon
A, B, C

72
. seventeenth century.] Seventeenth Century. B

73
. A.M.] A. M. B, C

74
. Litt. D.] Litt.D. C

75
. “Nor . . . thought,” ran . . . it, “that] Nor . . . thought, [ran . . . it] that B, C

76
. them,] them. B

77
. Them.
]
They.
B

78
. Iä!
]
Iä
B

79
. again.”] again. B, C

80
. phantasms] fantasms B

81
. time.] time. ¶ B

82
. Sir,] sir, B

83
. wa’n’t] wan’t A, C

84
. foetid] fetid B

85
. mountaintops.] mountain tops. A, B, C

86
. “Necronomicon”]
Necronomicon
A, B, C

87
. odour] odor B

88
. rumours] rumors B

89
. half-aloud] half aloud B

90
. Shew] Show B

91
. Great God Pan]
Great God Pan
B

92
. May-Eve] May Eve A, B, C

93
. Arkham— What] Arkham—What A; Arkham—what B, C

94
. May-Night?] May Night? A, B; May night? C

95
. “Necronomicon”,]
Necronomicon,
A, B, C

96
. “Necronomicon”]
Necronomicon
A, B, C

97
. Armitage, hastening . . . rushing] Armitage hastened . . . rushed B

98
. shewed] showed B

99
. breaths] breath B

100
. light,] light; B