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'
An
'
he
says
,
says
he
,
Mis
'
Corey
,
as
haow
he
sot
to
look
fer
Seth
's
caows
,
frightened
ez
he
was
an
'
faound
'em
in
the
upper
pasture
nigh
the
Devil
's
Hop
Yard
in
an
awful
shape
.
Haff
on
'em
's
clean
gone
,
an
'
nigh
haff
o
'
them
that
's
left
is
sucked
most
dry
o
'
blood
,
with
sores
on
'em
like
they
's
ben
on
Whateleys
cattle
ever
senct
Lavinny
's
black
brat
was
born
.
Seth
hes
gone
aout
naow
to
look
at
'em
,
though
I
'll
vaow
he
wo
n't
keer
ter
git
very
nigh
Wizard
Whateley
's
!
Cha
'n
cey
did
n't
look
keerful
ter
see
whar
the
big
matted-daown
swath
led
arter
it
leff
the
pasturage
,
but
he
says
he
thinks
it
p
'
inted
towards
the
glen
rud
to
the
village
.
'
I
tell
ye
,
Mis
'
Corey
,
they
's
suthin
'
abroad
as
had
n't
orter
be
abroad
,
an
'
I
for
one
think
that
black
Wilbur
Whateley
,
as
come
to
the
bad
end
he
deserved
,
is
at
the
bottom
of
the
breedin
'
of
it
.
He
wa
'n'
t
all
human
hisself
,
I
allus
says
to
everybody
;
an
'
I
think
he
an
'
Ol'
Whateley
must
a
raised
suthin
'
in
that
there
nailed-up
haouse
as
ai
n't
even
so
human
as
he
was
.
They
's
allus
ben
unseen
things
araound
Dunwich
--
livin
'
things
--
as
ai
n't
human
an
'
ai
n't
good
fer
human
folks
.
'
The
graoun
'
was
a-talkin
'
las
'
night
,
an
'
towards
mornin
'
Cha
'n
cey
he
heered
the
whippoorwills
so
laoud
in
Col
'
Spring
Glen
he
could
n't
sleep
nun
.
Then
he
thought
he
heered
another
faint-like
saound
over
towards
Wizard
Whateley
's
--
a
kinder
rippin
'
or
tearin
'
o
'
wood
,
like
some
big
box
er
crate
was
bein
'
opened
fur
off
.
What
with
this
an
'
that
,
he
did
n't
git
to
sleep
at
all
till
sunup
,
an
'
no
sooner
was
he
up
this
mornin
'
,
but
he
's
got
to
go
over
to
Whateley
's
an
'
see
what
's
the
matter
.
He
see
enough
I
tell
ye
,
Mis
'
Corey
!
This
du
n't
mean
no
good
,
an
'
I
think
as
all
the
men-folks
ought
to
git
up
a
party
an
'
do
suthin
'
.
I
know
suthin
'
awful
's
abaout
,
an
'
feel
my
time
is
nigh
,
though
only
Gawd
knows
jest
what
it
is
.
'
Did
your
Luther
take
accaount
o
'
whar
them
big
tracks
led
tew
?
No
?
Wal
,
Mis
'
Corey
,
ef
they
was
on
the
glen
rud
this
side
o
'
the
glen
,
an
'
ai
n't
got
to
your
haouse
yet
,
I
calc
'
late
they
must
go
into
the
glen
itself
.
They
would
do
that
.
I
allus
says
Col
'
Spring
Glen
ai
n't
no
healthy
nor
decent
place
.
The
whippoorwills
an
'
fireflies
there
never
did
act
like
they
was
creaters
o
'
Gawd
,
an
'
they
's
them
as
says
ye
kin
hear
strange
things
a-rushin
'
an
'
a-talkin
'
in
the
air
dawon
thar
ef
ye
stand
in
the
right
place
,
atween
the
rock
falls
an
'
Bear
's
Den
.
'
By
that
noon
fully
three-quarters
of
the
men
and
boys
of
Dunwich
were
trooping
over
the
roads
and
meadows
between
the
newmade
Whateley
ruins
and
Cold
Spring
Glen
,
examining
in
horror
the
vast
,
monstrous
prints
,
the
maimed
Bishop
cattle
,
the
strange
,
noisome
wreck
of
the
farmhouse
,
and
the
bruised
,
matted
vegetation
of
the
fields
and
roadside
.
Whatever
had
burst
loose
upon
the
world
had
assuredly
gone
down
into
the
great
sinister
ravine
;
for
all
the
trees
on
the
banks
were
bent
and
broken
,
and
a
great
avenue
had
been
gouged
in
the
precipice-hanging
underbrush
.
It
was
as
though
a
house
,
launched
by
an
avalanche
,
had
slid
down
through
the
tangled
growths
of
the
almost
vertical
slope
.
From
below
no
sound
came
,
but
only
a
distant
,
undefinable
foetor
;
and
it
is
not
to
be
wondered
at
that
the
men
preferred
to
stay
on
the
edge
and
argue
,
rather
than
descend
and
beard
the
unknown
Cyclopean
horror
in
its
lair
.
Three
dogs
that
were
with
the
party
had
barked
furiously
at
first
,
but
seemed
cowed
and
reluctant
when
near
the
glen
.
Someone
telephoned
the
news
to
the
Aylesbury
Transcript
;
but
the
editor
,
accustomed
to
wild
tales
from
Dunwich
,
did
no
more
than
concoct
a
humorous
paragraph
about
it
;
an
item
soon
afterwards
reproduced
by
the
Associated
Press
.
That
night
everyone
went
home
,
and
every
house
and
barn
was
barricaded
as
stoutly
as
possible
.
Needless
to
say
,
no
cattle
were
allowed
to
remain
in
open
pasturage
.
About
two
in
the
morning
a
frightful
stench
and
the
savage
barking
of
the
dogs
awakened
the
household
at
Elmer
Frye
's
,
on
the
eastern
edge
of
Cold
Spring
Glen
,
and
all
agreed
that
they
could
hear
a
sort
of
muffled
swishing
or
lapping
sound
from
somewhere
outside
.
Mrs
Frye
proposed
telephoning
the
neighbours
,
and
Elmer
was
about
to
agree
when
the
noise
of
splintering
wood
burst
in
upon
their
deliberations
.
It
came
,
apparently
,
from
the
barn
;
and
was
quickly
followed
by
a
hideous
screaming
and
stamping
amongst
the
cattle
.
The
dogs
slavered
and
crouched
close
to
the
feet
of
the
fear-numbed
family
.
Frye
lit
a
lantern
through
force
of
habit
,
but
knew
it
would
be
death
to
go
out
into
that
black
farmyard
.
The
children
and
the
women-folk
whimpered
,
kept
from
screaming
by
some
obscure
,
vestigial
instinct
of
defence
which
told
them
their
lives
depended
on
silence
.
At
last
the
noise
of
the
cattle
subsided
to
a
pitiful
moaning
,
and
a
great
snapping
,
crashing
,
and
crackling
ensued
.
The
Fryes
,
huddled
together
in
the
sitting-room
,
did
not
dare
to
move
until
the
last
echoes
died
away
far
down
in
Cold
Spring
Glen
.
Then
,
amidst
the
dismal
moans
from
the
stable
and
the
daemoniac
piping
of
the
late
whippoorwills
in
the
glen
,
Selina
Frye
tottered
to
the
telephone
and
spread
what
news
she
could
of
the
second
phase
of
the
horror
.
The
next
day
all
the
countryside
was
in
a
panic
;
and
cowed
,
uncommunicative
groups
came
and
went
where
the
fiendish
thing
had
occurred
.
Two
titan
swaths
of
destruction
stretched
from
the
glen
to
the
Frye
farmyard
,
monstrous
prints
covered
the
bare
patches
of
ground
,
and
one
side
of
the
old
red
barn
had
completely
caved
in
.
Of
the
cattle
,
only
a
quarter
could
be
found
and
identified
.
Some
of
these
were
in
curious
fragments
,
and
all
that
survived
had
to
be
shot
.
Earl
Sawyer
suggested
that
help
be
asked
from
Aylesbury
or
Arkham
,
but
others
maintained
it
would
be
of
no
use
.
Old
Zebulon
Whateley
,
of
a
branch
that
hovered
about
halfway
between
soundness
and
decadence
,
made
darkly
wild
suggestions
about
rites
that
ought
to
be
practiced
on
the
hill-tops
.
He
came
of
a
line
where
tradition
ran
strong
,
and
his
memories
of
chantings
in
the
great
stone
circles
were
not
altogether
connected
with
Wilbur
and
his
grandfather
.
