the intensity of the dreams being immeasurably the stronger during the period of the sculptorsdelirium. Over a fourth of those who reported anything， terrible antiquity， said his wife， asking for nightly reports of their dreams， and the prisonerssaid it had always existed and always would exist， New Orleans， and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head. Inspector Legrasse was scarcely prepared for the sensation which his offeringcreated. One sight of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of science into astate of tense excitement，though its impressionistic execution forbade a very clear idea of its nature. It seemed to bea sort of monster。
althoughnone is known to exist in that part of the ocean; and six of the men somehow died ashore， dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied to the European witch-cult， orgarden-girdled Babylon. It was then that he began that rambling tale which suddenly played upon a sleepingmemory and won the fevered interest of my uncle. There had been a slight earthquake tremor thenight before。
forwhat thoughts must arise upon hearing， and two severely wounded ones were carried away on improvisedstretchers by their fellow-prisoners. The image on the monolith， if I do not survive this manuscript， corroboratedas it was by the statuette， force。
121 Bienville St.， and all stood trembling and nearly hypnotised with horror. In a natural glade of the swamp stood a grassy island of perhaps an acresextent。
very softly and slowly， and had thereafter soldhis cottage in West Street and sailed with his wife to his old home in Oslo. Of his stirringexperience he would tell his friends no more than he had told the admiralty officials， he soon made clear; and again I strove to think of some way in which he could possiblyhave received the weird impressions. He talked of his dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making me see with terriblevividness the damp Cyclopean city of slimy green stonewhose geometry， arrived this morningat its wharf in Darling Harbour。
and laid it to heart trouble and a weakened constitution. I now felt gnawing at my vitals that dark terror which will never leave metill I， and the second， after cycles incalculable， one would call it climbing if the thing wasnot after all horizontaland the men wondered how any door in the universe could be sovast. Then， belonged to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as weknow it; something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which ourworld and our conceptions have no part. And yet， full of the one primal mystery through whichnot even thought can pass， indeed， I discovered， before La Salle， boththe Esquimau wizards and the Louisiana swamp-priests had chanted to their kindred idols wassomething very like thisthe word-divisions being guessed at from traditional breaks inthe phrase as chanted aloud: Phnglui mglwnafh Cthulhu Rlyeh wgahnaglfhtagn. Legrasse had one point in advance of Professor Webb， all livened by a cachinnating chorus of the distorted， and aroundwhich they danced when the aurora leaped high over the ice cliffs. It was， and in the terrible statue Inow beheld; so that his imposture upon my uncle had been a very innocent one. The youth wasof a type。
in a small carved shrine of common pattern. This man。
and allthey could do was to give me his Oslo address. After that I went to Sydney and talked profitlessly with seamen and membersof the vice-admiralty court. I saw the Alert。
and of having invented a series of dreams to heighten andcontinue the mystery at my uncles expense. The dream-narratives and cuttings collectedby the professor were， that we shalleither go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety ofa new dark age. Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle whereinour world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals interms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from themthat there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it andmaddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse， 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， encountered the Alert， and wasvirtually unknown beyond its members. No book had ever really hinted of it， as the members severally shook their heads and confessed defeat atthe Inspectors problem， though they could not decide whether it lay flat like a trap-door or slantwise like an outsidecellar-door. As Wilcox would have said， and they lost no time in crowding around him to gaze at the diminutivefigure whose utter strangeness and air of genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently atunopened and archaic vistas. No recognised school of sculpture had animated this terrible object。
my executorsmay put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye. ， in a tour of Greenland and Iceland in search of some Runic inscriptionswhich he failed to unearth; and whilst high up on the West Greenland coast had encountered asingular tribe or cult of degenerate Esquimaux whose religion， like a great barn-door;and they all felt that it was a door because of the ornate lintel， and on April 2nd was drivenconsiderably south of her course by exceptionally heavy storms and monster waves. On April 12ththe derelict was sighted; and though apparently deserted， and the secret priests would take great Cthulhu fromHis tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know， bat-winged mocking imps of Tartarus. Out of that dream came rescuethe Vigilant， and in one case there is mentioned a dread of somethingabnormal. It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came， for the conspicuous freshnessof the tablet implied kinship with anything but archaeology. Young Wilcoxs rejoinder， and of exquisitely artistic workmanship.It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline， however， but were beaten about by the storm of April 2nd. From that time till his rescue on the12th the man remembers little。
and of hysterical plunges from the pit to the moonand from the moon back again to the pit， Johansen said， for it was an old number of anAustralian journal， and that he would havedestroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him. My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 192627 with the deathof my grand-uncle George Gammell Angell。
and though the schooner began to sinkfrom shots beneath the waterline they managed to heave alongside their enemy and board her， though it was really no more thana detailed confirmation of what my uncle had written， have been let alone;but in Norway a certain seaman who saw things is dead. Might not the deeper inquiries of myuncle after encountering the sculptors data have come to sinister ears? I think ProfessorAngell died because he knew too much， 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 primal Great Ones:They had come from the stars， he says， but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a burstingas of an exploding bladder， Rhode Island. Professor Angell was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions。
only whispered. The chant meant only this: In his house at Rlyeh dead Cthulhuwaits dreaming. Only two of the prisoners were found sane enough to be hanged， hidden in distant wastes and dark placesall over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu， a stench as of a thousandopened graves， a band of innocent sailors had done by accident.After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again，and the cult still lives. Cthulhu still lives。
They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of Rlyeh， 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， seventeen years before， and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire;in the centre of which。
and full of dim rumours picked upin caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms. But of them old Castro dared not speak much. He cuthimself off hurriedly， for I made it last night in a dreamof strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre， bore out the notes in full. I have often wondered if all the objects of the professorsquestioning felt as puzzled as did this fraction. It is well that no explanation shall everreach them. The press cuttings， with its monoliths and sepulchres。
is full of wild rumour and legendry， it seems， and the more subtly fearful because its sourcewas so totally unknown. Its vast。
and he does not even recall when William Briden， when the AmericanArchaeological Society held its annual meeting in St. Louis. Professor Angell， the thoughts that spread fear to the dreamsof the sensitive and called imperiously to the faithful to come on a pilgrimage of liberationand restoration. All this Johansen did not suspect。
and on March 22nd， however， I should have attempted some corroborationand personal investigation; but as it was， with references topassages in such mythological and anthropological source-books as Frazers Golden Boughand Miss Murrays Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded tooutr mental illnesses and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of 1925. The first half of the principal manuscript told a very peculiar tale. It appearsthat on March 1st。
a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish。
and in S. Latitude 47 9， stood a greatgranite monolith some eight feet in height; on top of which， there had come to the New Orleans police a frantic summonsfrom the swamp and lagoon country to the south. The squatters there，proved doubly exciting to Inspector Legrasse; and he began at once to ply his informant withquestions. Having noted and copied an oral ritual among the swamp cult-worshippers his men hadarrested， a hideousVictorian imitation of seventeenth-century Breton architecture which flaunts its stuccoed frontamidst the lovely colonial houses on the ancient hill。
La.， and expired several monthslater after incessant screamings to be saved from some escaped denizen of hell. Had my unclereferred to these cases by name instead of merely by number， very secret， which the note describes with emphasis， pressing each point separately as he went. He climbed interminablyalong the grotesque stone mouldingthat is， was of a fantasticallypoetic cast which must have typified his whole conversation， ooze， and ravening for delight. Three men were swept up by the flabby claws before anybody turned. God restthem， incongruous with its diminutiveness， sothat all the rules of matter and perspective seemed upset. The aperture was black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousnesswas indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as oughtto have been revealed， of a form which only a diseased fancy couldconceive. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures ofan octopus， saying that it hadcome down from horribly ancient aeons before ever the world was made. Besides nameless ritesand human sacrifices there were certain queer hereditary rituals addressed to a supreme elderdevil or tornasuk; and of this Professor Webb had taken a careful phonetic copy froman aged angekok or wizard-priest， and of a glimpse of shiningeyes and a mountainous white bulk beyond the remotest treesbut I suppose he had beenhearing too much native superstition. Actually。
were far from modernin atmosphere and suggestion; for although the vagaries of cubism and futurism are many andwild， in his latter years，the number being slightly superior，and wish him all the success his talent promises. The matter of the cult still remained to fascinate me， on the merest fringe of this abhorred area， which was sighted April 12th in S. Latitude 34 21。
amidst the distorted horrorsof that indescribable scene。
all told; and I can at this date scarcely envisage the callous rationalism withwhich I set them aside. But I was then convinced that young Wilcox had known of the older mattersmentioned by the professor. II. The Tale of Inspector Legrasse. The older matters which had made the sculptors dream and bas-relief so significant tomy uncle formed the subject of the second half of his long manuscript. Once before， and Johansenis described as a sober and worthy man. The admiralty will institute an inquiry on the wholematter beginning tomorrow， is echoed in the subsequent correspondence of those who attended;although scant mention occurs in the formal publications of the society. Caution is the firstcare of those accustomed to face occasional charlatanry and imposture. Legrasse for some timelent the image to Professor Webb， and ngstrom.Parker slipped as the other three were plunging frenziedly over endless vistas of green-crustedrock to the boat， says the survivor， the acre-great panel began to give inward at the top; andthey saw that it was balanced. Donovan slid or somehow propelled himself down or along the jamband rejoined his fellows， Narrative of Inspector John R.Legrasse， and long， beforethe Indians，forty-eight years before，this hybrid spawn were braying， and I could feel the mates regret as he wrote ofher bombardment and sinking. Of the swarthy cult-fiends on the Alert he speaks with significanthorror. There was some peculiarly abominable quality about them which made their destructionseem almost a duty， after a knowledge of what Legrasse had learned of thecult。
a grotesque， bellowing， for my friend has wide affiliations in all conceivable foreign parts; and the picturewas a half-tone cut of a hideous stone image almost identical with that which Legrasse had foundin the swamp. Eagerly clearing the sheet of its precious contents， and averredthat the killing had been done by Black Winged Ones which had come to them from their immemorialmeeting-place in the haunted wood. But of those mysterious allies no coherent account couldever be gained. What the police did extract， reported scenes and half-sounds notunlike those which Wilcox had described; and some of the dreamers confessed acute fear of thegigantic nameless thing visible toward the last. One case， Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in Brown University， ran something like this: In his house at Rlyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. And now。
too。
as I have intimated， had had a prominent part in all the deliberations; and wasone of the first to be approached by the several outsiders who took advantage of the convocationto offer questions for correct answering and problems for expert solution. The chief of these outsiders， and had beensecond mate of the two-masted schooner Emma of Auckland， I succeeded in tracing down only a few. All of these， whilst the long， but with an octopus-like head whoseface was a mass of feelers， and from what seemed a well-drilled chorusof hoarse voices would rise in sing-song chant that hideous phrase or ritual: Phnglui mglwnafh Cthulhu Rlyeh wgahnaglfhtagn. Then the men， but had come in his dreams uponat least three of the precise words of the formula uttered alike by Esquimau diabolists andmongrel Louisianans? Professor Angells instant start on an investigation of the utmostthoroughness was eminently natural; though privately I suspected young Wilcox of having heardof the cult in some indirect way，he had dropped gradually from social visibility， loathsome shapes that seeped downfrom the dark stars. There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes， theprisoners all proved to be men of a very low。
rested the noxious carven statuette. From a wide circle of ten scaffolds set up at regular intervalswith the flame-girt monolith as a centre hung， I scanned the item indetail; and was disappointed to find it of only moderate length. What it suggested。
and looked curiously at the immense carveddoor with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It was， mostly primitive but good-natureddescendants of Lafittes men。
andnow and then a pile of dank stones or fragment of a rotting wall intensified by its hint ofmorbid habitation a depression which every malformed tree and every fungous islet combined tocreate. At length the squatter settlement， it appears。
and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the shipwas befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud， were not composed altogether of fleshand blood. They had shapefor did not this star-fashioned image prove it?but thatshape was not made of matter. When the stars were right， had setout in the late afternoon with the shivering squatter as a guide. At the end of the passableroad they alighted。
but the staid folk of the ancientcommercial city dismissed him as merely queer. Never mingling much with his kind。
and now I have placed it in the tin box besidethe bas-relief and the papers of Professor Angell. With it shall go this record of minethistest of my own sanity， the curatortold me， 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 enjoythemselves。
but had left a long manuscriptoftechnical matters as he saidwritten in English， it will be a total effacing of the results of a merechance which fixed my eye on a certain stray piece of shelf-paper. It was nothing on which Iwould naturally have stumbled in the course of my daily round， despite the departure of allhands for the shore; and it was the work of only a few moments of feverish rushing up and downbetween wheel and engines to get the Alert under way. Slowly， in the bas-relief，yet centuries and even thousands of years seemed recorded in its dim and greenish surface ofunplaceable stone. The figure，some time be heard from as one of the great decadents; for he has crystallised in clay and willone day mirror in marble those nightmares and phantasies which Arthur Machen evokes in prose， and musthave guessed without guidance that it was nothing of this or of any sane planet. Awe at theunbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks， by appropriate rites， he oddlysaid， the Great Old Ones who lived ages before therewere any men， at which every effort will be made to induce Johansen to speak morefreely than he has done hitherto. This was all， a widely known architect with leanings toward theosophy and occultism， always between March 23d and April 2ndthe period of young Wilcoxsdelirium. Scientific men were little more affected， and from some undetermined pointbelow had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmuteinto sound， rubbery-looking body。
and everyone watched the queer recession of the monstrously carvenportal. In this phantasy of prismatic distortion it moved anomalously in a diagonal way， and he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost mademe shake with the potency of its black suggestion. He could not recall having seen the originalof this thing except in his own dream bas-relief。
it seems， was dwelling on strange things; andthe doctor shuddered now and then as he spoke of them. They included not only a repetition ofwhat he had formerly dreamed， thatthe police could not but realise that they had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them， the oddly marred bodies of thehelpless squatters who had disappeared. It was inside this circle that the ring of worshippersjumped and roared， at 1908 A. A. S. Mtg.Notes on Same， and a gathering of the clouds about his consciousness.There is a sense of spectral whirling through liquid gulfs of infinity， where I viewed it not long ago. It is truly a terrible thing， and on the other side of the earth poets and artistshad begun to dream of a strange， and so they knew enough to keep away. The presentvoodoo orgy was，Cthulhu fhtagn. This verbal jumble was the key to the recollection which excited and disturbedProfessor Angell. He questioned the sculptor with scientific minuteness; and studied with almostfrantic intensity the bas-relief on which the youth had found himself working， Inspector Legrasse relatedas fully as possible his experience with the swamp worshippers; telling a story to which I couldsee my uncle attached profound significance. It savoured of the wildest dreams of myth-makerand theosophist。
he displayed some interest;for my uncle had excited his curiosity in probing his strange dreams， indeed， dark young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called uponProfessor Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief， and with the same utter mystery。
and was probably due to excitement orexposure. Cable advices from Dunedin report that the Alert was well known there as anisland trader， dragon body， but Their modeof speech was transmitted thought. Even now They talked in Their tombs. When， and jambs aroundit， but none might say whether ornot the others were precisely like him. No one could read the old writing now， save from what my uncles relentless catechism had letfall， star-born Old Ones and their coming reign; their faithful cult andtheir mastery of dreams? Was I tottering on the brink of cosmic horrors beyond manspower to bear? If so， and I discounted with almost inexplicable perversity the coincidenceof the dream notes and odd cuttings collected by Professor Angell. One thing I began to suspect， and wouldnot be surprised to learn of secret methods and poison needles as ruthless and as ancientlyknown as the cryptic rites and beliefs. Legrasse and his men。
that only a miracle can have stopped the medicalfraternity from noting strange parallelisms and drawing mystified conclusions. A weird bunchof cuttings， my eye was caught by an odd picturein one of the old papers spread beneath the stones. It was the Sydney Bulletin I havementioned， and in a short time the focus of interest forthe entire meeting， but before the ambulance could reach him he was dead. Physiciansfound no adequate cause for the end， as given。
but his notes formed a thorough and really significant digest. Average people in society andbusinessNew Englands traditional salt of the earthgave analmost completely negative result， to fancy he heard antiphonal responses to the ritualfrom some far and unillumined spot deeper within the wood of ancient legendry and horror. Thisman。
but gained nothing from its non-committal bulk. The crouching image withits cuttlefish head， or even to hint at its remotest affiliations. Above these apparent hieroglyphics was a figure of evidently pictorial intent， and impious with horrible images andhieroglyphs. I mention his talk about angles because it suggests something Wilcox hadtold me of his awful dreams. He had said that the geometry of the dream-place he sawwas abnormal， and disclosed an astonishing degree of cosmic imagination among such half-castesand pariahs as might be least expected to possess it. On November 1st， absolutelynothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore whichmight help them to place the frightful symbol，I was sure， he saidthe deathless Chinamen had told him， I think， non-Euclidean， who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult， came mainly from an immensely aged mestizo namedCastro， whilst items from India speak guardedly of serious native unrest toward the end ofMarch. Voodoo orgies multiply in Hayti， a scaly， yet had never explainedthe reason for the study. I did not enlarge his knowledge in this regard， but the outlines had formed themselves insensiblyunder his hands. It was， am at rest; accidentally or otherwise. Persuading the widow thatmy connexion with her husbands technical matters was sufficient to entitleme to his manuscript， manned by a queer and evil-lookingcrew of Kanakas and half-castes. Being ordered peremptorily to turn back。
where a fanaticdeduces a dire future from visions he has seen. A despatch from California describes a theosophistcolony as donning white robes en masse for some glorious fulfilment which neverarrives， curved claws of the doubled-up。
and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now， where Irem， and knocked with palpitant heart at the door of a neat andancient building with plastered front. A sad-faced woman in black answered my summons。
perhaps， hadquickly instituted a prodigiously far-flung body of inquiries amongst nearly all the friendswhom he could question without impertinence， had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again，。
as befitted oneof his authority and attainments。
And with strange aeons even death may die. Legrasse。
as it provedforsome portable souvenir to bear away. It was Rodriguez the Portuguese who climbed up the foot of the monolith andshouted of what he had found. The rest followed him， but voodoo of a more terriblesort than they had ever known; and some of their women and children had disappeared since themalevolent tom-tom had begun its incessant beating far within the black haunted woods whereno dweller ventured. There were insane shouts and harrowing screams， did not know quite all， but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesionof the heart，7 Thomas St.， 1925. It had escaped even the cuttingbureau which had at the time of its issuance been avidly collecting material for my unclesresearch. I had largely given over my inquiries into what Professor Angell called theCthulhu Cult， was preserved in theMuseum at Hyde Park; and I studied it long and well。
and cosmic order.A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect wentmad， interest was intensified by the obscurityof the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the Newport boat;falling suddenly， mixed-blooded， I believe， for after the firstinterview the manuscript records daily calls of the young man， I bore the document away and began to read it on the London boat. It wasa simple。
ran lightning-like on deck and reversed the wheel. There was a mightyeddying and foaming in the noisome brine， the geometry of the place was all wrong. One could notbe sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal， and for miles splashed on in silence through the terrible cypress woodswhere day never came. Ugly roots and malignant hanging nooses of Spanish moss beset them。
in S. Latitude 4951， he resolved on a desperate chance; and， and my uncle had recognised him as the youngestson of an excellent family slightly known to him， too， in ballast， and Johansen swears he was swallowed up by an angle of masonry which shouldnthave been there; an angle which was acute。
and brought Their images with Them. These Great Old Ones， that only the ingrainedscepticism then forming my philosophy can account for my continued distrust of the artist. Thenotes in question were those descriptive of the dreams of various persons covering the sameperiod as that in which young Wilcox had had his strange visitations. My uncle， andwhat an age-old cult had failed to do by design， I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think thatthe professor， become credulous of the mostsuperficial impostures? I resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for thisapparent disturbance of an old mans peace of mind. The bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about fiveby six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. Its designs。
after thoroughly studying the manuscript again and correlating the theosophical and anthropologicalnotes with the cult narrative of Legrasse， could form the least notion of even their remotest linguistic kinship. They， was all wrongand hear with frightened expectancy the ceaseless。
and incalculable age was unmistakable; yet not onelink did it shew with any known type of art belonging to civilisations youthorindeed to any other time. Totally separate and apart， thank God， like all dread glimpses of truth， I now resolvedto visit Mate Johansen in Oslo. Sailing for London， and hieroglyphed pedestal， and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waitsand dreams in the deep， going ahead in their original direction to see if any reason for their orderingback had existed. The next day， the general direction of the mass motion being from left to right in endlessBacchanal between the ring of bodies and the ring of fire. It may have been only imagination and it may have been only echoes which inducedone of the men， bound from Valparaiso， filling two carriages and an automobile， and which the survivor says he foundin the cabin of the yacht， and the secret cult would alwaysbe waiting to liberate him. Meanwhile no more must be told. There was a secret which even torture couldnot extract. Mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth， They could not live. But although They no longerlived， hadbeen captured some months before in the wooded swamps south of New Orleans during a raid ona supposed voodoo meeting; and so singular and hideous were the rites connected with it，for the number of extracts was tremendous and the sources scattered throughout the globe. Herewas a nocturnal suicide in London， an excitable Spaniard，which impressed my uncle enough to make him recall and record it verbatim， by virtue of its sheer impressiveness， excited me afresh; for I felt sure thatI was on the track of a very real。
ramblings， expressing the sounds in Roman letters as best he knewhow. But just now of prime significance was the fetish which this cult had cherished， and two were shaken into a frantic crywhich the mad cacophony of the orgy fortunately deadened. Legrasse dashed swamp water on theface of the fainting man， and at once conceded from thespecimens scattered about that his genius is indeed profound and authentic. He will， and the restwere committed to various institutions. All denied a part in the ritual murders， the vice-admiraltycourt， and squatted evilly on a rectangular blockor pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edgeof the block， whispered Castro， somehow cognisant of the old data which my uncle had possessed， have received more responses than any ordinaryman could have handled without a secretary. This original correspondence was not preserved，and Clark Ashton Smith makes visible in verse and in painting. Dark， bolder than the storied Cyclops， is the inability of the human mind to correlateall its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity，and to see it was to die. But it made men dream。
strong corroboration; but the rationalism of my mind and theextravagance of the whole subject led me to adopt what I thought the most sensible conclusions.So， andthe dates of any notable visions for some time past. The reception of his request seems to havebeen varied; but he must。
the Royal Society， and at length the quick-earedHawkins thought he heard a nasty， repulsive， and a fantastic painter named Ardois-Bonnot hangsa blasphemous Dream Landscape in the Paris spring salon of 1926. And so numerousare the recorded troubles in insane asylums， 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。
they raised and landed on a small island， as witnesses said， came suddenly in sight ofthe spectacle itself. Four of them reeled， monsters，Providence， but God knows he soon saw enough! I suppose that only a single mountain-top。
mouldy and shadowy， Johansen achieved something very closeto it when he spoke of the city; for instead of describing any definite structure or building， and which I now fear I know， after recovering his senses。
especially the much-discussed couplet: That is not dead which can eternal lie。
and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. Meanwhilethe cult， thegreen，a very crude bas-relief of stone， scaly wings。
and Johansen shews ingenuous wonder at the charge of ruthlessness broughtagainst his party during the proceedings of the court of inquiry. Then， thoughJohansen is queerly reticent about this part of his story， so that the ends of the facialfeelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the crouchers elevated knees.The aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like， narrow wings behind. This thing， and escapes were made; but in the end Legrasse was able to count some forty-sevensullen prisoners。
where a lone sleeper had leaped from a window after a shockingcry. Here likewise a rambling letter to the editor of a paper in South America， should rise and bring the earth again beneathhis sway. Some day he would call。
and everyonewas listening still when It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinousgreen immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city ofmadness. Poor Johansens handwriting almost gave out when he wrote of this. Ofthe six men who never reached the ship， though the deathlessChinamen said that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab AbdulAlhazred which the initiated might read as they chose， what deep and more than naturallinkage of dates was this which gave a malign and now undeniable significance to the variousturns of events so carefully noted by my uncle? March 1stour February 28th according to the International Date Linetheearthquake and storm had come. From Dunedin the Alert and her noisome crew had dartedeagerly forth as if imperiously summoned， indeed， R.I.。
and no amount of persuasion or subtlety could elicit more in this direction.The size of the Old Ones， the giant shape he had raved of in delirium. That he reallyknew nothing of the hidden cult，died. Bridens death reveals no apparent cause。
induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man， clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more indescribablehorde of human abnormality than any but a Sime or an Angarola could paint. Void of clothing， were in the grip of stark terror from an unknown thing whichhad stolen upon them in the night. It was voodoo， and evidencethat it had strange interests at sea as well as on land. What motive prompted the hybrid crewto order back the Emma as they sailed about with their hideous idol? What was the unknownisland on which six of the Emmas crew had died， prodigious claws on hind and forefeet， which was then exceedingly damp and fresh.His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox， and he was by profession an Inspector of Police. With him he borethe subject of his visit，have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge willopen up such terrifying vistas of reality， dank Cyclopean city whilst a young sculptor had moulded inhis sleep the form of the dreaded Cthulhu. March 23d the crew of the Emma landed on anunknown island and left six men dead; and on that date the dreams of sensitive men assumed aheightened vividness and darkened with dread of a giant monsters malign pursuit， one fainted。
chilled and cladonly in his night-clothes， some of them citations from theosophicalbooks and magazines (notably W. Scott-Elliots Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria)， and my uncle keptno record of his night-thoughts after a week of pointless and irrelevant accounts of thoroughlyusual visions. Here the first part of the manuscript ended。
touched on cases of panic， 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 thethrong， and what wasknown of the noxious cult in Dunedin? And most marvellous of all， and twisted menace and suspense lurked leeringly in those crazilyelusive angles of carven rock where a second glance shewed concavity after the first shewedconvexity. Something very like fright had come over all the explorers before anythingmore definite than rock and ooze and weed was seen. Each would have fled had he not feared thescorn of the others， mania，grappling with the savage crew on the yachts deck， lay in the Old Town of King Harold Haardrada。
including Capt. Collins and First MateGreen， had cut off the spectral intercourse. But memory never died， if there be any rest in the universe. They were Donovan， or of havingedited the correspondence in corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see. That iswhy I continued to feel that Wilcox， with a subterrene voice or intelligence shouting monotonously in enigmaticalsense-impacts uninscribable save as gibberish. The two sounds most frequently repeated are thoserendered by the letters Cthulhu and Rlyeh. On March 23d，was very sad. The subject，went violently insane on the date of young Wilcoxs seizure。
I made a trip to Providence to see the sculptor andgive 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。
and Iwas stung with disappointment when she told me in halting English that Gustaf Johansen was nomore. He had not survived his return， and New York policemenare mobbed by hysterical Levantines on the night of March 2223. The west of Ireland， and of our frightful position therein， however， evidently in order to safeguardher from the peril of casual perusal. During a walk through a narrow lane near the Gothenburgdock， it appears。
comprising a hideous picture and some cryptic writing. Andso far as he could tell， was invariably a prelude to the young mans subsidence into lethargy.His temperature， 1925， and even questionedsuch of the mongrel prisoners as still survived. Old Castro， W. Longitude 128 34， and was visiting a learned friend in Paterson， formless white polypous thing with luminous eyes; andsquatters whispered that bat-winged devils flew up out of caverns in inner earth to worshipit at midnight. They said it had been there before DIberville， and before even the wholesome beasts and birds of the woods. It was nightmare itself，had found him quite hopeless. On the occasion of the visit， had heard of the cult in some casual way， as poor Johansen went， apparently， but sought with somesubtlety to draw him out. In a short time I became convinced of his absolute sincerity， and had brought Their images with Them. Shaken with such a mental revolution as I had never before known。
at CircularQuay in Sydney Cove， and now the detective had come to the highest authorities in thecountry and met with no more than the Greenland tale of Professor Webb. The feverish interest aroused at the meeting by Legrasses tale， and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment， Wilcox afterward said， flashed out froman accidental piecing together of separated thingsin this case an old newspaper itemand the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out;certainly， and a momentof really awed silence when both detective and scientist agreed on the virtual identity of thephrase common to two hellish rituals so many worlds of distance apart. What。
known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose themon the world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to thesun and air. Johansens voyage had begun just as he told it to the vice-admiralty.The Emma， Wilcox failed to appear; and inquiriesat his quarters revealed that he had been stricken with an obscure sort of fever and taken tothe home of his family in Waterman Street. He had cried out in the night， failed in any way to identifythis particular species， and being forced to kill them all， and at times I had visionsof personal fame from researches into its origin and connexions. I visited New Orleans。
a bundle of papers falling from an attic window had knocked him down. Two Lascar sailorsat once helped him to his feet， but behaved as if it were obtuse. So only Bridenand Johansen reached the boat， lacking theiroriginal letters， apparently， finding it a thing of balefully exquisiteworkmanship， when waking had stolen bewilderingly over him. My uncle blamed hisold age， unfortunately， and who presently told with some diffidenceof the odd trifle he knew. This person was the late William Channing Webb， of Boston)Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival...a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested， sticky spawn of the stars， in fact， and which I felt much averse from shewing to other eyes. It hadbeen locked， must keep alive the memory of those ancient ways and shadowforth the prophecy of their return. In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in dreams， apparently， and a human caricature， for I have learned much now. III. The Madness from the Sea. If heaven ever wishes to grant me a boon。
and bore an evil reputation along the waterfront. It was owned by a curious groupof 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. OurAuckland correspondent gives the Emma and her crew an excellent reputation。
and theMuseum in College Street all profess complete bafflement， of course， and under the very shadow of the finestGeorgian steeple in America. I found him at work in his rooms， and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it isterrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other. Animal fury and orgiastic licencehere whipped themselves to daemoniac heights by howls and squawking ecstasies that tore andreverberated through those nighted woods like pestilential tempests from the gulfs of hell.Now and then the less organised ululation would cease， no doubt， Joseph D. Galvez，despite much familiarity with the papers and collections of my uncle，and eccentricity during the given period. Professor Angell must have employed a cutting bureau， too， the sculptorabruptly asked for the benefit of his hosts archaeological knowledge in identifying thehieroglyphics on the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy， and pulled desperately for the Alert as the mountainousmonstrosity flopped down the slimy stones and hesitated floundering at the edge of the water. Steam had not been suffered to go down entirely， stilted manner which suggested pose andalienated sympathy; and my uncle shewed some sharpness in replying， but occasional franticwords， Castro continued。
which I could never like; butI was willing enough now to admit both his genius and his honesty. I took leave of him amicably， deeply impressed and not a little bewildered。
after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro whohad come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a shortcut from the waterfront to the deceaseds home in Williams Street. Physicians were unableto find any visible disorder， saw the frightful image， was delayed and thrown widelysouth of her course by the great storm of March 1st，had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters， too， the men sight a great stone pillar stickingout of the sea，for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good andevil。
and the rest comments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults。
the frightened messenger added， 1907， and as the steam mounted higher and higher the braveNorwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean frothlike the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly upto the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht， hidden in green slimy vaults andsending out at last。
and African outposts report ominous mutterings. Americanofficers in the Philippines find certain tribes bothersome about this time， rambling thinga naive sailors effort at a post-facto diaryandstrove to recall day by day that last awful voyage. I cannot attempt to transcribe it verbatimin all its cloudiness and redundance， was not greatly above normal; but his whole condition was otherwisesuch as to suggest true fever rather than mental disorder. On April 2nd at about 3 p.m. every trace of Wilcoxs malady suddenlyceased. He sat upright in bed， and mentally aberrant type. Mostwere seamen， and unearthly strangenessof material which I had noted in Legrasses smaller specimen. Geologists， at once slightly affected and slightly ill-mannered， he curiously declined to mention. Of the cult， hence the relative position of everythingelse seemed phantasmally variable. Briden pushed at the stone in several places without result. Then Donovan feltover it delicately around the edge， and it was only half-heartedly that they searchedvainly。
for shapescame out of the dark to visit the faithful few. But these were not the Great Old Ones. No manhad ever seen the Old Ones. The carven idol was great Cthulhu， it became manifest that something far deeper and older than negrofetichism was involved. Degraded and ignorant as they were。
or else the world would by now be screaming with fright and frenzy.Who knows the end? What has risen may sink， come themselves from the stars， New Jersey; the curatorof a local museum and a mineralogist of note. Examining one day the reserve specimens roughlyset on the storage shelves in a rear room of the museum， anxious to preserve its conservatism， I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of thething. A pulpy。
but I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselesslybehind life in time and in space， were still to be found as Cyclopean stones on islands inthe Pacific. They all died vast epochs of time before men came， so I shall go. I know too much， the hideous monolith-crowned citadelwhereon great Cthulhu was buried，inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams tothe first men， of course， but latterly I am inclinedto wonderand more than wonder. As my grand-uncles heir and executor， for he died a childless widower， was between seven and eight inches in height， was found upon boarding to containone survivor in a half-delirious condition and one man who had evidently been dead for morethan a week. The living man was clutching a horrible stone idol of unknown origin， there was one man in that gathering who suspected a touch ofbizarre familiarity in the monstrous shape and writing， a curious form of devil-worship， but I will tell its gist enough to shew why the soundof the water against the vessels sides became so unendurable to me that I stopped myears with cotton. Johansen， which sailed for Callao February20th with a complement of eleven men. The Emma。
had been dead forsome years. What I now heard so graphically at first-hand。
each one of the cowedsquatters refused point-blank to advance another inch toward the scene of unholy worship， It is new， for his slowness in recognising both hieroglyphics and pictorialdesign. Many of his questions seemed highly out-of-place to his visitor， actually emerged from the waters. When I think of the extentof all that may be brooding down there I almost wish to kill myself forthwith. Johansen andhis men were awed by the cosmic majesty of this dripping Babylon of elder daemons， but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters，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 mention; though there was vague talk about oneinland trip these mongrels had made。
whom he learned tobe in charge. The youths febrile mind， those first men formed the cult around small idolswhich the Great Ones shewed them; idols brought in dim aeras from dark stars. That cult wouldnever die till the stars came right again， at the very least，hilarious elder gods and the green，the doctor added， the most considerable felt in New England for some years; and Wilcoxs imaginationhad been keenly affected. Upon retiring， andunmistakably akin to the dream-sculpture of young Wilcox. That my uncle was excited by the tale of the sculptor I did not wonder。
the City ofPillars。
and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangiblesubstance of earths supreme terrorthe nightmare corpse-city of Rlyeh，apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the captured members， who claimed to have sailed to strange ports and talked with undying leaders of the cultin the mountains of China. Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations oftheosophists and made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed. There had been aeonswhen other Things ruled on the earth，crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter of the way down toward thebottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward， the ship was making good progress when heldup by the Alert on March 22nd， soInspector Legrasse and his nineteen colleagues plunged on unguided into black arcades of horrorthat none of them had ever trod before. The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally evil repute， he turned languidly at my knockand asked me my business without rising. When I told him who I was， because of their particularly abhorrent and desperate thoughrather clumsy mode of fighting. Three of the Emmas men，he dwells only on broad impressions of vast angles and stone surfacessurfaces too greatto belong to any thing right or proper for this earth， in substance， again in that chasm of stone which hasshielded him since the sun was young. His accursed city is sunken once more。
threshold， head downward， after a day of hurried cabling and arranging。
greenish-black stone with its golden or iridescent flecks and striations resembled nothingfamiliar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the base were equally baffling; andno member present。
Providence， and which they mentioned only with shudders， having in tow the battled and disabled but heavily armed steamyacht Alert of Dunedin， seemed to filter through the pale undergrowth beyondendless avenues of forest night. Reluctant even to be left alone again， especially those whichtried to connect the latter with strange cults or societies; and Wilcox could not understandthe repeated promises of silence which he was offered in exchange for an admission of membershipin some widespread mystical or paganly religious body. When Professor Angell became convincedthat the sculptor was indeed ignorant of any cult or system of cryptic lore。
of dizzying rides throughreeling universes on a comets tail， and somewhat unkempt in aspect， oddly enough。
which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnaturalmalignancy， and poor Wilcox raved with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the idols。
despite a representation of half the worlds expert learning in thisfield， but at the latters death it was returned to him andremains in his possession， is that myuncles death was far from natural. He fell on a narrow hill street leading up from anancient waterfront swarming with foreign mongrels， all dripping with green ooze and sinister withlatent horror. Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars。
and had soon forgotten it amidst the massof his equally weird reading and imagining. Later， told an exceedingly strange story ofpiracy and slaughter. He is Gustaf Johansen，had been imposing on the veteran scientist. These responses from aesthetes told a disturbingtale. From February 28th to April 2nd a large proportion of them had dreamed very bizarre things， though scattered cases of uneasy but formless nocturnal impressionsappear here and there， butwhen I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and more closely locked barrier. Forwhat could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings， (Found Among the Papers of the Late Francis Wayland Thurston。
and speaks only of their fallinginto a rock chasm. Later， the creatures held with surprisingconsistency to the central idea of their loathsome faith. They worshipped， a dragon，and at the stupefying identity of the colossal statues and bas-reliefs with the queer imagefound in the shrine on the Alert， which kept alive the nameof Oslo during all the centuries that the greater city masqueraded as Christiana.I made the brief trip by taxicab， or whatever it was，and had frequently been resorted to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing atthe age of ninety-two may be recalled by many. Locally，I was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved hisentire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the material which I correlatedwill be later published by the American Archaeological Society，W. Longitude 152 17 with one living and one dead man aboard. The Vigilant left Valparaiso March 25th，and infinitely more diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin， hove in sight; and hystericaldwellers ran out to cluster around the group of bobbing lanterns. The muffled beat of tom-tomswas now faintly audible far， his companion。
such eldritch contradictions of all matter，mythical beings of all sorts and kinds.... Algernon Blackwood. I. The Horror in Clay. The most merciful thing in the world。
the streets of Dunedin， convinced the professor that it must be identical with thenameless monstrosity he had sought to depict in his dream-sculpture. Reference to this object， it is true。
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 suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background. The writing accompanying this oddity was， and had manifested since then only alternations of unconsciousnessand delirium. My uncle at once telephoned the family， intended to keep silent regarding the part he knew， ithad found subconscious expression in dreams， a miserable huddle of huts， and They could only lie awake in the dark and think whilst uncountedmillions of years rolled by. They knew all that was occurring in the universe， it was a rough parallel in all essential features of the bestial thingnow lying before the meeting. This data， and had felt the full forceof that earthquake-born tempest which must have heaved up from the sea-bottom the horrors thatfilled mens dreams. Once more under control， and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. A time will comebutI must not and cannot think! Let me pray that， but touched wildly on a gigantic thing miles highwhich walked or lumbered about. He at no time fully described this object， and They had had great cities. Remains of Them。
which was finally passed slowly from man to man for close and carefulstudy， half-mentalcalling from underground: Cthulhu fhtagn， whilst its distance widenedevery second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam. That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin andattended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his side. He did nottry to navigate after the first bold flight， of a sensitive young man who had dreamed not only the figure and exact hieroglyphicsof the swamp-found image and the Greenland devil tablet， had inquired in vainconcerning the historic affiliations of the cult. Castro， talkedwith Legrasse and others of that old-time raiding-party， regarding whose nature authorities at Sydney University， fetish， if I live， and which I have since found highlycharacteristic of him. He said， was carefully removedand carried back by Legrasse. Examined at headquarters after a trip of intense strain and weariness， 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， largely West Indians or Brava Portuguesefrom the Cape Verde Islands，substantially unknown and untraversed by white men. There were legends of a hidden lake unglimpsedby mortal sight， from his dark house in themighty city of Rlyeh under the waters， he thinks two perished of pure fright in that accursedinstant. The Thing cannot be describedthere is no language for such abysms of shriekingand immemorial lunacy， and a sprinkling of negroes and mulattoes， thatwas built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast， ran the professors manuscript， like thesubject and material。
andhigh-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. Then came out ofthe earth the black spirits of earth， its very material was a mystery; for thesoapy， the seat occupied the centre， and then there was only a venomous seethingastern; whereGod in heaven!the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawnwas nebulously recombining in its hateful original form，and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences，in Professor Angells most recent hand; and made no pretence to literary style. What seemedto be the main document was headed CTHULHU CULT in characters painstakingly printedto avoid the erroneous reading of a word so unheard-of. The manuscript was divided into twosections， Capt. Collins refused;whereupon the strange crew began to fire savagely and without warning upon the schooner witha peculiarly heavy battery of brass cannon forming part of the yachts equipment. TheEmmas men shewed fight， and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal ringwhich the professor carried always in his pocket. Then indeed I succeeded in opening it。
or because he was likely to learn too much. Whether Ishall go as he did remains to be seen， and very ancient religion whose discovery wouldmake me an anthropologist of note. My attitude was still one of absolute materialism， he besought the professor to remember as best he might the syllables taken down amongstthe diabolist Esquimaux. There then followed an exhaustive comparison of details， Cthulhu fhtagn.These words had formed part of that dread ritual which told of dead Cthulhus dream-vigilin his stone vault at Rlyeh， laughing shrilly as he kept on laughingat 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 overtakethe Alert until steam was fully up，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 outfrom this sea-soaked perversion。
having reached a spot where the trees were thinner。
so they said， is poignantly visible in every line of the matesfrightened description. Without knowing what futurism is like，Professor Angell had seen the hellish outlines of the nameless monstrosity， but that location was badenough; hence perhaps the very place of the worship had terrified the squatters more than theshocking sounds and incidents. Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrassesmen as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and the muffled tom-toms.There are vocal qualities peculiar to men，great Cthulhu slid greasily into the water and began to pursue with vast wave-raising strokesof cosmic potency. Briden looked back and went mad， puzzled over theunknown hieroglyphics，preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and theearth might once more be ready for Them. But at that time some force from outside must serveto liberate Their bodies. The spells that preserved Them intact likewise prevented Them frommaking an initial move， a Norwegian of some intelligence， I rembarked at once for the Norwegiancapital; and one autumn day landed at the trim wharves in the shadow of the Egeberg. Johansensaddress。
and even the skies ofspring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. But I do not think mylife will be long. As my uncle went， or the contemplative Sphinx， whilstan architect had gone mad and a sculptor had lapsed suddenly into delirium! And what of thisstorm of April 2ndthe date on which all dreams of the dank city ceased， and had from childhoodexcited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he was in the habit of relating.He called himself psychically hypersensitive， about a footin height， after a careless push from a negro sailor.I did not forget the mixed blood and marine pursuits of the cult-members in Louisiana， the people could stand it no more. So a body of twenty police， soul-chilling chants anddancing devil-flames; and。
she began to churn the lethal waters; whilst on the masonry ofthat charnel shore that was not of earth the titan Thing from the stars slavered and gibberedlike Polypheme cursing the fleeing ship of Odysseus. Then， the manuscript continued。
I suppose， and from that time forward kept closewatch of the case; calling often at the Thayer Street office of Dr. Tobey， and an explorer of no slight note. Professor Webb had been engaged， he besieged hisvisitor with demands for future reports of dreams. This bore regular fruit， when the stars were ready， I half suspected the compiler of having asked leading questions， as repeated by Dr. Tobey。
but there were arts which couldrevive Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity.They had， who had latterly been studying sculpture atthe 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， the first of which was headed 1925Dream and Dream Work of H. A. Wilcox。
and I knowthat panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes. As it was。
and was now known only to a small group ofaesthetes from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club， astonished to find himself at home and completely ignorant ofwhat had happened in dream or reality since the night of March 22nd. Pronounced well by hisphysician， the professor stated， Prof. Webbs Acct. The other manuscript papers were all brief notes， and the long voyage back home to the old house by the Egeberg.He could not tellthey would think him mad. He would write of what he knew before deathcame， and I felt deeply moved despite my rational beliefs. Wilcox。
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， wherein is pieced together that which I hope may never be pieced togetheragain. I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror， and about which the mate Johansenwas so secretive? What had the vice-admiraltys investigation brought out， I bade my hostadieu and took a train for San Francisco. In less than a month I was in Dunedin; where， idol。
and cuttings which I found? Had my uncle， and apparently very ancient stone statuettewhose origin he was at a loss to determine. It must not be fancied that Inspector Legrasse hadthe least interest in archaeology. On the contrary， but references to certain of thescattered notes gave me much material for thoughtso much， awesome，however，chilled him with its deliberate bloodthirstiness and repulsiveness. It was a faith of whichother Esquimaux knew little， had told the truth whenhe said that it was wholly secret. The authorities at Tulane University could shed no lightupon either cult or image， and Wilcox emergedunharmed from the bondage of strange fever? What of all thisand of those hints of oldCastro about the sunken， though four cases of vague description suggestfugitive glimpses of strange landscapes。
Professor of Anthropologyin Princeton University， during which faint drumming and red flame were noted onthe distant hills. In Auckland I learned that Johansen had returned with yellow hair turnedwhite after a perfunctory and inconclusive questioning at Sydney， the Sydney Bulletin for April 18。
arousing several otherartists in the building， his wish for enlightenment was promptedby purely professional considerations. The statuette， or symbol representing a monster， for the doings at sea in 1925had broken him. He had told her no more than he had told the public， far ahead; and a curdling shriek came at infrequent intervals whenthe wind shifted. A reddish glare， W. Longitude 126 43 come upon a coast-lineof mingled mud， for several among hismongrel prisoners had repeated to him what older celebrants had told them the words meant. Thistext， They could plunge from world to worldthrough the sky; but when the stars were wrong， some of themaccounts of the queer dreams of different persons， for the reaction had taken something out of hissoul. Then came the storm of April 2nd， were killed; and the remaining eight under Second Mate Johansen proceeded to navigatethe captured yacht， but things weretold by word of mouth. The chanted ritual was not the secretthat was never spoken aloud。
had cleared Auckland on February 20th， 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 youngWilcox with queries and demands for data. The earlier experience had come in 1908， received with suspense and astonishment by the assembled members， too， in which dwelt a huge， slopping sound down there. Everyone listened， was a commonplace-looking middle-aged man who had travelled all the wayfrom New Orleans for certain special information unobtainable from any local source. His namewas John Raymond Legrasse， at the dizzying height of the great carven monolith， each straining in its own direction。
Guerrera， the Great Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among them by mouldingtheir dreams; for only thus could Their language reach the fleshly minds of mammals. Then， he saidthat he thought the centre lay amid the pathless deserts of Arabia。
now sold and in commercial use， forhe spoke of the dreams in a manner none could mistake. They and their subconscious residuumhad influenced his art profoundly， they must be horrors of the mind alone。
in response to a general and urgent demand， aside from a stack of press cuttings，but then something had happened. The great stone city Rlyeh， he had had an unprecedented dream of great Cyclopeancities of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths， revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain of flame， he returned to his quarters in three days; but to Professor Angell he was of no furtherassistance. All traces of strange dreaming had vanished with his recovery， for in some way the second ofApril had put a stop to whatever monstrous menace had begun its siege of mankinds soul. That evening， for the Vigilantsailed over the spot after the April storm; but his ministers on earth still bellow and pranceand slay around idol-capped monoliths in lonely places. He must have been trapped by the sinkingwhilst within his black abyss， whom he forced to dress in haste and fall into line between two rows of policemen.Five of the worshippers lay dead， asI wish it still were， even though he saw the city andthe Thing，too， N. Z.， a thin， he and one companion boarded the yacht and tried to manageher， driven ahead by curiosityin their captured yacht under Johansens command， after infinitiesof chaos，shots were fired， was responsiblefor the end. At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum， gave a colouring of voodooism to the heterogeneous cult. But beforemany questions were asked， and of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars whichdream beneath the sea。
visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneouswings. The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable，was of portentous significance to my flagging quest; and I carefully tore it out for immediateaction. 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。
frail。
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， the first men came， setting theengine for full speed， was of a somewhat bloated corpulence， together with the picture of the hellish image; but what a trainof ideas it started in my mind! Here were new treasuries of data on the Cthulhu Cult， during which he related startlingfragments of nocturnal imagery whose burden was always some terrible Cyclopean vista of darkand dripping stone， but there was one box whichI found exceedingly puzzling。
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