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Not
knowing
just
how
he
could
best
be
launched
on
his
tales
,
I
feigned
a
matter
of
business
;
told
him
of
my
surveying
,
and
asked
vague
questions
about
the
district
.
He
was
far
brighter
and
more
educated
than
I
had
been
led
to
think
,
and
before
I
knew
it
had
grasped
quite
as
much
of
the
subject
as
any
man
I
had
talked
with
in
Arkham
.
He
was
not
like
other
rustics
I
had
known
in
the
sections
where
reservoirs
were
to
be
.
From
him
there
were
no
protests
at
the
miles
of
old
wood
and
farmland
to
be
blotted
out
,
though
perhaps
there
would
have
been
had
not
his
home
lain
outside
the
bounds
of
the
future
lake
.
Relief
was
all
that
he
shewed
;
relief
at
the
doom
of
the
dark
ancient
valleys
through
which
he
had
roamed
all
his
life
.
They
were
better
under
water
now
--
better
under
water
since
the
strange
days
.
And
with
this
opening
his
husky
voice
sank
low
,
while
his
body
leaned
forward
and
his
right
forefinger
began
to
point
shakily
and
impressively
.
It
was
then
that
I
heard
the
story
,
and
as
the
rambling
voice
scraped
and
whispered
on
I
shivered
again
and
again
despite
the
summer
day
.
Often
I
had
to
recall
the
speaker
from
ramblings
,
piece
out
scientific
points
which
he
knew
only
by
a
fading
parrot
memory
of
professors
'
talk
,
or
bridge
over
gaps
where
his
sense
of
logic
and
continuity
broke
down
.
When
he
was
done
I
did
not
wonder
that
his
mind
had
snapped
a
trifle
,
or
that
the
folk
of
Arkham
would
not
speak
much
of
the
blasted
heath
.
I
hurried
back
before
sunset
to
my
hotel
,
unwilling
to
have
the
stars
come
out
above
me
in
the
open
;
and
the
next
day
returned
to
Boston
to
give
up
my
position
.
I
could
not
go
into
that
dim
chaos
of
old
forest
and
slope
again
,
or
face
another
time
that
grey
blasted
heath
where
the
black
well
yawned
deep
beside
the
tumbled
bricks
and
stones
.
The
reservoir
will
soon
be
built
now
,
and
all
those
elder
secrets
will
be
safe
forever
under
watery
fathoms
.
But
even
then
I
do
not
believe
I
would
like
to
visit
that
country
by
night
--
at
least
,
not
when
the
sinister
stars
are
out
;
and
nothing
could
bribe
me
to
drink
the
new
city
water
of
Arkham
.
It
all
began
,
old
Ammi
said
,
with
the
meteorite
.
Before
that
time
there
had
been
no
wild
legends
at
all
since
the
witch
trials
,
and
even
then
these
western
woods
were
not
feared
half
so
much
as
the
small
island
in
the
Miskatonic
where
the
devil
held
court
beside
a
curious
stone
altar
older
than
the
Indians
.
These
were
not
haunted
woods
,
and
their
fantastic
dusk
was
never
terrible
till
the
strange
days
.
Then
there
had
come
that
white
noontide
cloud
,
that
string
of
explosions
in
the
air
,
and
that
pillar
of
smoke
from
the
valley
far
in
the
wood
.
And
by
night
all
Arkham
had
heard
of
the
great
rock
that
fell
out
of
the
sky
and
bedded
itself
in
the
ground
beside
the
well
at
the
Nahum
Gardner
place
.
That
was
the
house
which
had
stood
where
the
blasted
heath
was
to
come
--
the
trim
white
Nahum
Gardner
house
amidst
its
fertile
gardens
and
orchards
.
Nahum
had
come
to
town
to
tell
people
about
the
stone
,
and
had
dropped
in
at
Ammi
Pierce
's
on
the
way
.
Ammi
was
forty
then
,
and
all
the
queer
things
were
fixed
very
strongly
in
his
mind
.
He
and
his
wife
had
gone
with
the
three
professors
from
Miskatonic
University
who
hastened
out
the
next
morning
to
see
the
weird
visitor
from
unknown
stellar
space
,
and
had
wondered
why
Nahum
had
called
it
so
large
the
day
before
.
It
had
shrunk
,
Nahum
said
as
he
pointed
out
the
big
brownish
mound
above
the
ripped
earth
and
charred
grass
near
the
archaic
well-sweep
in
his
front
yard
;
but
the
wise
men
answered
that
stones
do
not
shrink
.
Its
heat
lingered
persistently
,
and
Nahum
declared
it
had
glowed
faintly
in
the
night
.
The
professors
tried
it
with
a
geologist
's
hammer
and
found
it
was
oddly
soft
.
It
was
,
in
truth
,
so
soft
as
to
be
almost
plastic
;
and
they
gouged
rather
than
chipped
a
specimen
to
take
back
to
the
college
for
testing
.
They
took
it
in
an
old
pail
borrowed
from
Nahum
's
kitchen
,
for
even
the
small
piece
refused
to
grow
cool
.
On
the
trip
back
they
stopped
at
Ammi
's
to
rest
,
and
seemed
thoughtful
when
Mrs.
Pierce
remarked
that
the
fragment
was
growing
smaller
and
burning
the
bottom
of
the
pail
.
Truly
,
it
was
not
large
,
but
perhaps
they
had
taken
less
than
they
thought
.
The
day
after
that
--
all
this
was
in
June
of
'82
--
the
professors
had
trooped
out
again
in
a
great
excitement
.
As
they
passed
Ammi
's
they
told
him
what
queer
things
the
specimen
had
done
,
and
how
it
had
faded
wholly
away
when
they
put
it
in
a
glass
beaker
.
The
beaker
had
gone
,
too
,
and
the
wise
men
talked
of
the
strange
stone
's
affinity
for
silicon
.
It
had
acted
quite
unbelievably
in
that
well-ordered
laboratory
;
doing
nothing
at
all
and
shewing
no
occluded
gases
when
heated
on
charcoal
,
being
wholly
negative
in
the
borax
bead
,
and
soon
proving
itself
absolutely
non-volatile
at
any
producible
temperature
,
including
that
of
the
oxy-hydrogen
blowpipe
.
On
an
anvil
it
appeared
highly
malleable
,
and
in
the
dark
its
luminosity
was
very
marked
.
Stubbornly
refusing
to
grow
cool
,
it
soon
had
the
college
in
a
state
of
real
excitement
;
and
when
upon
heating
before
the
spectroscope
it
displayed
shining
bands
unlike
any
known
colours
of
the
normal
spectrum
there
was
much
breathless
talk
of
new
elements
,
bizarre
optical
properties
,
and
other
things
which
puzzled
men
of
science
are
wont
to
say
when
faced
by
the
unknown
.
Hot
as
it
was
,
they
tested
it
in
a
crucible
with
all
the
proper
reagents
.
Water
did
nothing
.
Hydrochloric
acid
was
the
same
.
Nitric
acid
and
even
aqua
regia
merely
hissed
and
spattered
against
its
torrid
invulnerability
.
Ammi
had
difficulty
in
recalling
all
these
things
,
but
recognised
some
solvents
as
I
mentioned
them
in
the
usual
order
of
use
.
There
were
ammonia
and
caustic
soda
,
alcohol
and
ether
,
nauseous
carbon
disulphide
and
a
dozen
others
;
but
although
the
weight
grew
steadily
less
as
time
passed
,
and
the
fragment
seemed
to
be
slightly
cooling
,
there
was
no
change
in
the
solvents
to
shew
that
they
had
attacked
the
substance
at
all
.
It
was
a
metal
,
though
,
beyond
a
doubt
.
It
was
magnetic
,
for
one
thing
;
and
after
its
immersion
in
the
acid
solvents
there
seemed
to
be
faint
traces
of
the
Widmannstätten
figures
found
on
meteoric
iron
.
When
the
cooling
had
grown
very
considerable
,
the
testing
was
carried
on
in
glass
;
and
it
was
in
a
glass
beaker
that
they
left
all
the
chips
made
of
the
original
fragment
during
the
work
.
The
next
morning
both
chips
and
beaker
were
gone
without
trace
,
and
only
a
charred
spot
marked
the
place
on
the
wooden
shelf
where
they
had
been
.
