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A
cold
shudder
ran
through
natives
and
visitors
alike
,
and
every
ear
seemed
strained
in
a
kind
of
instinctive
,
unconscious
listening
.
Armitage
,
now
that
he
had
actually
come
upon
the
horror
and
its
monstrous
work
,
trembled
with
the
responsibility
he
felt
to
be
his
.
Night
would
soon
fall
,
and
it
was
then
that
the
mountainous
blasphemy
lumbered
upon
its
eldritch
course
.
Negotium
perambuians
in
tenebris
...
The
old
librarian
rehearsed
the
formulae
he
had
memorized
,
and
clutched
the
paper
containing
the
alternative
one
he
had
not
memorized
.
He
saw
that
his
electric
flashlight
was
in
working
order
.
Rice
,
beside
him
,
took
from
a
valise
a
metal
sprayer
of
the
sort
used
in
combating
insects
;
whilst
Morgan
uncased
the
big-game
rifle
on
which
he
relied
despite
his
colleague
's
warnings
that
no
material
weapon
would
be
of
help
.
Armitage
,
having
read
the
hideous
diary
,
knew
painfully
well
what
kind
of
a
manifestation
to
expect
;
but
he
did
not
add
to
the
fright
of
the
Dunwich
people
by
giving
any
hints
or
clues
.
He
hoped
that
it
might
be
conquered
without
any
revelation
to
the
world
of
the
monstrous
thing
it
had
escaped
.
As
the
shadows
gathered
,
the
natives
commenced
to
disperse
homeward
,
anxious
to
bar
themselves
indoors
despite
the
present
evidence
that
all
human
locks
and
bolts
were
useless
before
a
force
that
could
bend
trees
and
crush
houses
when
it
chose
.
They
shook
their
heads
at
the
visitors
'
plan
to
stand
guard
at
the
Frye
ruins
near
the
glen
;
and
,
as
they
left
,
had
little
expectancy
of
ever
seeing
the
watchers
again
.
There
were
rumblings
under
the
hills
that
night
,
and
the
whippoorwills
piped
threateningly
.
Once
in
a
while
a
wind
,
sweeping
up
out
of
Cold
Spring
Glen
,
would
bring
a
touch
of
ineffable
foetor
to
the
heavy
night
air
;
such
a
foetor
as
all
three
of
the
watchers
had
smelled
once
before
,
when
they
stood
above
a
dying
thing
that
had
passed
for
fifteen
years
and
a
half
as
a
human
being
.
But
the
looked-for
terror
did
not
appear
.
Whatever
was
down
there
in
the
glen
was
biding
its
time
,
and
Armitage
told
his
colleagues
it
would
be
suicidal
to
try
to
attack
it
in
the
dark
.
Morning
came
wanly
,
and
the
night-sounds
ceased
.
It
was
a
grey
,
bleak
day
,
with
now
and
then
a
drizzle
of
rain
;
and
heavier
and
heavier
clouds
seemed
to
be
piling
themselves
up
beyond
the
hills
to
the
north-west
.
The
men
from
Arkham
were
undecided
what
to
do
.
Seeking
shelter
from
the
increasing
rainfall
beneath
one
of
the
few
undestroyed
Frye
outbuildings
,
they
debated
the
wisdom
of
waiting
,
or
of
taking
the
aggressive
and
going
down
into
the
glen
in
quest
of
their
nameless
,
monstrous
quarry
.
The
downpour
waxed
in
heaviness
,
and
distant
peals
of
thunder
sounded
from
far
horizons
.
Sheet
lightning
shimmered
,
and
then
a
forky
bolt
flashed
near
at
hand
,
as
if
descending
into
the
accursed
glen
itself
.
The
sky
grew
very
dark
,
and
the
watchers
hoped
that
the
storm
would
prove
a
short
,
sharp
one
followed
by
clear
weather
.
It
was
still
gruesomely
dark
when
,
not
much
over
an
hour
later
,
a
confused
babel
of
voices
sounded
down
the
road
.
Another
moment
brought
to
view
a
frightened
group
of
more
than
a
dozen
men
,
running
,
shouting
,
and
even
whimpering
hysterically
.
Someone
in
the
lead
began
sobbing
out
words
,
and
the
Arkham
men
started
violently
when
those
words
developed
a
coherent
form
.
'
Oh
,
my
Gawd
,
my
Gawd
,
'
the
voice
choked
out
.
'
It
's
a-goin
'
agin
,
an
'
this
time
by
day
!
It
's
aout
--
it
's
aout
an
'
a-movin
'
this
very
minute
,
an
'
only
the
Lord
knows
when
it
'll
be
on
us
all
!
'
The
speaker
panted
into
silence
,
but
another
took
up
his
message
.
'
Nigh
on
a
haour
ago
Zeb
Whateley
here
heered
the
'
phone
a-ringin
'
,
an
'
it
was
Mis
'
Corey
,
George
's
wife
,
that
lives
daown
by
the
junction
.
She
says
the
hired
boy
Luther
was
aout
drivin
'
in
the
caows
from
the
storm
arter
the
big
bolt
,
when
he
see
all
the
trees
a-bendin
'
at
the
maouth
o
'
the
glen
--
opposite
side
ter
this
--
an
'
smelt
the
same
awful
smell
like
he
smelt
when
he
faound
the
big
tracks
las
'
Monday
mornin
'
.
