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Darkness
fell
upon
a
stricken
countryside
too
passive
to
organize
for
real
defence
.
In
a
few
cases
closely
related
families
would
band
together
and
watch
in
the
gloom
under
one
roof
;
but
in
general
there
was
only
a
repetition
of
the
barricading
of
the
night
before
,
and
a
futile
,
ineffective
gesture
of
loading
muskets
and
setting
pitchforks
handily
about
.
Nothing
,
however
,
occurred
except
some
hill
noises
;
and
when
the
day
came
there
were
many
who
hoped
that
the
new
horror
had
gone
as
swiftly
as
it
had
come
.
There
were
even
bold
souls
who
proposed
an
offensive
expedition
down
in
the
glen
,
though
they
did
not
venture
to
set
an
actual
example
to
the
still
reluctant
majority
.
When
night
came
again
the
barricading
was
repeated
,
though
there
was
less
huddling
together
of
families
.
In
the
morning
both
the
Frye
and
the
Seth
Bishop
households
reported
excitement
among
the
dogs
and
vague
sounds
and
stenches
from
afar
,
while
early
explorers
noted
with
horror
a
fresh
set
of
the
monstrous
tracks
in
the
road
skirting
Sentinel
Hill
.
As
before
,
the
sides
of
the
road
showed
a
bruising
indicative
of
the
blasphemously
stupendous
bulk
of
the
horror
;
whilst
the
conformation
of
the
tracks
seemed
to
argue
a
passage
in
two
directions
,
as
if
the
moving
mountain
had
come
from
Cold
Spring
Glen
and
returned
to
it
along
the
same
path
.
At
the
base
of
the
hill
a
thirty-foot
swath
of
crushed
shrubbery
saplings
led
steeply
upwards
,
and
the
seekers
gasped
when
they
saw
that
even
the
most
perpendicular
places
did
not
deflect
the
inexorable
trail
.
Whatever
the
horror
was
,
it
could
scale
a
sheer
stony
cliff
of
almost
complete
verticality
;
and
as
the
investigators
climbed
round
to
the
hill
's
summit
by
safer
routes
they
saw
that
the
trail
ended
--
or
rather
,
reversed
--
there
.
It
was
here
that
the
Whateleys
used
to
build
their
hellish
fires
and
chant
their
hellish
rituals
by
the
table-like
stone
on
May
Eve
and
Hallowmass
.
Now
that
very
stone
formed
the
centre
of
a
vast
space
thrashed
around
by
the
mountainous
horror
,
whilst
upon
its
slightly
concave
surface
was
a
thick
and
foetid
deposit
of
the
same
tarry
stickiness
observed
on
the
floor
of
the
ruined
Whateley
farmhouse
when
the
horror
escaped
.
Men
looked
at
one
another
and
muttered
.
Then
they
looked
down
the
hill
.
Apparently
the
horror
had
descended
by
a
route
much
the
same
as
that
of
its
ascent
.
To
speculate
was
futile
.
Reason
,
logic
,
and
normal
ideas
of
motivation
stood
confounded
.
Only
old
Zebulon
,
who
was
not
with
the
group
,
could
have
done
justice
to
the
situation
or
suggested
a
plausible
explanation
.
Thursday
night
began
much
like
the
others
,
but
it
ended
less
happily
.
The
whippoorwills
in
the
glen
had
screamed
with
such
unusual
persistence
that
many
could
not
sleep
,
and
about
3
A.
M.
all
the
party
telephones
rang
tremulously
.
Those
who
took
down
their
receivers
heard
a
fright-mad
voice
shriek
out
,
'
Help
,
oh
,
my
Gawd
!
...
'
and
some
thought
a
crashing
sound
followed
the
breaking
off
of
the
exclamation
.
There
was
nothing
more
.
No
one
dared
do
anything
,
and
no
one
knew
till
morning
whence
the
call
came
.
Then
those
who
had
heard
it
called
everyone
on
the
line
,
and
found
that
only
the
Fryes
did
not
reply
.
The
truth
appeared
an
hour
later
,
when
a
hastily
assembled
group
of
armed
men
trudged
out
to
the
Frye
place
at
the
head
of
the
glen
.
It
was
horrible
,
yet
hardly
a
surprise
.
There
were
more
swaths
and
monstrous
prints
,
but
there
was
no
longer
any
house
.
It
had
caved
in
like
an
egg-shell
,
and
amongst
the
ruins
nothing
living
or
dead
could
be
discovered
.
Only
a
stench
and
a
tarry
stickiness
.
The
Elmer
Fryes
had
been
erased
from
Dunwich
.
In
the
meantime
a
quieter
yet
even
more
spiritually
poignant
phase
of
the
horror
had
been
blackly
unwinding
itself
behind
the
closed
door
of
a
shelf-lined
room
in
Arkham
.
The
curious
manuscript
record
or
diary
of
Wilbur
Whateley
,
delivered
to
Miskatonic
University
for
translation
had
caused
much
worry
and
bafflement
among
the
experts
in
language
both
ancient
and
modern
;
its
very
alphabet
,
notwithstanding
a
general
resemblance
to
the
heavily-shaded
Arabic
used
in
Mesopotamia
,
being
absolutely
unknown
to
any
available
authority
.
The
final
conclusion
of
the
linguists
was
that
the
text
represented
an
artificial
alphabet
,
giving
the
effect
of
a
cipher
;
though
none
of
the
usual
methods
of
cryptographic
solution
seemed
to
furnish
any
clue
,
even
when
applied
on
the
basis
of
every
tongue
the
writer
might
conceivably
have
used
.
The
ancient
books
taken
from
Whateley
's
quarters
,
while
absorbingly
interesting
and
in
several
cases
promising
to
open
up
new
and
terrible
lines
of
research
among
philosophers
and
men
of
science
,
were
of
no
assistance
whatever
in
this
matter
.
One
of
them
,
a
heavy
tome
with
an
iron
clasp
,
was
in
another
unknown
alphabet
--
this
one
of
a
very
different
cast
,
and
resembling
Sanskrit
more
than
anything
else
.
The
old
ledger
was
at
length
given
wholly
into
the
charge
of
Dr
Armitage
,
both
because
of
his
peculiar
interest
in
the
Whateley
matter
,
and
because
of
his
wide
linguistic
learning
and
skill
in
the
mystical
formulae
of
antiquity
and
the
middle
ages
.
Armitage
had
an
idea
that
the
alphabet
might
be
something
esoterically
used
by
certain
forbidden
cults
which
have
come
down
from
old
times
,
and
which
have
inherited
many
forms
and
traditions
from
the
wizards
of
the
Saracenic
world
.
That
question
,
however
,
he
did
not
deem
vital
;
since
it
would
be
unnecessary
to
know
the
origin
of
the
symbols
if
,
as
he
suspected
,
they
were
used
as
a
cipher
in
a
modern
language
.
It
was
his
belief
that
,
considering
the
great
amount
of
text
involved
,
the
writer
would
scarcely
have
wished
the
trouble
of
using
another
speech
than
his
own
,
save
perhaps
in
certain
special
formulae
and
incantations
.
Accordingly
he
attacked
the
manuscript
with
the
preliminary
assumption
that
the
bulk
of
it
was
in
English
.
Dr
Armitage
knew
,
from
the
repeated
failures
of
his
colleagues
,
that
the
riddle
was
a
deep
and
complex
one
;
and
that
no
simple
mode
of
solution
could
merit
even
a
trial
.
