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When
Wilbur
was
a
year
and
seven
months
old
--
in
September
of
1914
--
his
size
and
accomplishments
were
almost
alarming
.
He
had
grown
as
large
as
a
child
of
four
,
and
was
a
fluent
and
incredibly
intelligent
talker
.
He
ran
freely
about
the
fields
and
hills
,
and
accompanied
his
mother
on
all
her
wanderings
.
At
home
he
would
pore
diligently
over
the
queer
pictures
and
charts
in
his
grandfather
's
books
,
while
Old
Whateley
would
instruct
and
catechize
him
through
long
,
hushed
afternoons
.
By
this
time
the
restoration
of
the
house
was
finished
,
and
those
who
watched
it
wondered
why
one
of
the
upper
windows
had
been
made
into
a
solid
plank
door
.
It
was
a
window
in
the
rear
of
the
east
gable
end
,
close
against
the
hill
;
and
no
one
could
imagine
why
a
cleated
wooden
runway
was
built
up
to
it
from
the
ground
.
About
the
period
of
this
work
's
completion
people
noticed
that
the
old
tool-house
,
tightly
locked
and
windowlessly
clapboarded
since
Wilbur
's
birth
,
had
been
abandoned
again
.
The
door
swung
listlessly
open
,
and
when
Earl
Sawyer
once
stepped
within
after
a
cattle-selling
call
on
Old
Whateley
he
was
quite
discomposed
by
the
singular
odour
he
encountered
--
such
a
stench
,
he
averred
,
as
he
had
never
before
smelt
in
all
his
life
except
near
the
Indian
circles
on
the
hills
,
and
which
could
not
come
from
anything
sane
or
of
this
earth
.
But
then
,
the
homes
and
sheds
of
Dunwich
folk
have
never
been
remarkable
for
olfactory
immaculateness
.
The
following
months
were
void
of
visible
events
,
save
that
everyone
swore
to
a
slow
but
steady
increase
in
the
mysterious
hill
noises
.
On
May
Eve
of
1915
there
were
tremors
which
even
the
Aylesbury
people
felt
,
whilst
the
following
Hallowe'en
produced
an
underground
rumbling
queerly
synchronized
with
bursts
of
flame
--
'
them
witch
Whateleys
'
doin
's
'
--
from
the
summit
of
Sentinel
Hill
.
Wilbur
was
growing
up
uncannily
,
so
that
he
looked
like
a
boy
of
ten
as
he
entered
his
fourth
year
.
He
read
avidly
by
himself
now
;
but
talked
much
less
than
formerly
.
A
settled
taciturnity
was
absorbing
him
,
and
for
the
first
time
people
began
to
speak
specifically
of
the
dawning
look
of
evil
in
his
goatish
face
.
He
would
sometimes
mutter
an
unfamiliar
jargon
,
and
chant
in
bizarre
rhythms
which
chilled
the
listener
with
a
sense
of
unexplainable
terror
.
The
aversion
displayed
towards
him
by
dogs
had
now
become
a
matter
of
wide
remark
,
and
he
was
obliged
to
carry
a
pistol
in
order
to
traverse
the
countryside
in
safety
.
His
occasional
use
of
the
weapon
did
not
enhance
his
popularity
amongst
the
owners
of
canine
guardians
.
The
few
callers
at
the
house
would
often
find
Lavinia
alone
on
the
ground
floor
,
while
odd
cries
and
footsteps
resounded
in
the
boarded-up
second
storey
.
She
would
never
tell
what
her
father
and
the
boy
were
doing
up
there
,
though
once
she
turned
pale
and
displayed
an
abnormal
degree
of
fear
when
a
jocose
fish-pedlar
tried
the
locked
door
leading
to
the
stairway
.
That
pedlar
told
the
store
loungers
at
Dunwich
Village
that
he
thought
he
heard
a
horse
stamping
on
that
floor
above
.
The
loungers
reflected
,
thinking
of
the
door
and
runway
,
and
of
the
cattle
that
so
swiftly
disappeared
.
Then
they
shuddered
as
they
recalled
tales
of
Old
Whateley
's
youth
,
and
of
the
strange
things
that
are
called
out
of
the
earth
when
a
bullock
is
sacrificed
at
the
proper
time
to
certain
heathen
gods
.
It
had
for
some
time
been
noticed
that
dogs
had
begun
to
hate
and
fear
the
whole
Whateley
place
as
violently
as
they
hated
and
feared
young
Wilbur
personally
.
In
1917
the
war
came
,
and
Squire
Sawyer
Whateley
,
as
chairman
of
the
local
draft
board
,
had
hard
work
finding
a
quota
of
young
Dunwich
men
fit
even
to
be
sent
to
development
camp
.
The
government
,
alarmed
at
such
signs
of
wholesale
regional
decadence
,
sent
several
officers
and
medical
experts
to
investigate
;
conducting
a
survey
which
New
England
newspaper
readers
may
still
recall
.
It
was
the
publicity
attending
this
investigation
which
set
reporters
on
the
track
of
the
Whateleys
,
and
caused
the
Boston
Globe
and
Arkham
Advertiser
to
print
flamboyant
Sunday
stories
of
young
Wilbur
's
precociousness
,
Old
Whateley
's
black
magic
,
and
the
shelves
of
strange
books
,
the
sealed
second
storey
of
the
ancient
farmhouse
,
and
the
weirdness
of
the
whole
region
and
its
hill
noises
.
Wilbur
was
four
and
a
half
then
,
and
looked
like
a
lad
of
fifteen
.
His
lips
and
cheeks
were
fuzzy
with
a
coarse
dark
down
,
and
his
voice
had
begun
to
break
.
Earl
Sawyer
went
out
to
the
Whateley
place
with
both
sets
of
reporters
and
camera
men
,
and
called
their
attention
to
the
queer
stench
which
now
seemed
to
trickle
down
from
the
sealed
upper
spaces
.
It
was
,
he
said
,
exactly
like
a
smell
he
had
found
in
the
toolshed
abandoned
when
the
house
was
finally
repaired
;
and
like
the
faint
odours
which
he
sometimes
thought
he
caught
near
the
stone
circle
on
the
mountains
.
Dunwich
folk
read
the
stories
when
they
appeared
,
and
grinned
over
the
obvious
mistakes
.
They
wondered
,
too
,
why
the
writers
made
so
much
of
the
fact
that
Old
Whateley
always
paid
for
his
cattle
in
gold
pieces
of
extremely
ancient
date
.
The
Whateleys
had
received
their
visitors
with
ill-concealed
distaste
,
though
they
did
not
dare
court
further
publicity
by
a
violent
resistance
or
refusal
to
talk
.
For
a
decade
the
annals
of
the
Whateleys
sink
indistinguishably
into
the
general
life
of
a
morbid
community
used
to
their
queer
ways
and
hardened
to
their
May
Eve
and
All
--
Hallows
orgies
.
Twice
a
year
they
would
light
fires
on
the
top
of
Sentinel
Hill
,
at
which
times
the
mountain
rumblings
would
recur
with
greater
and
greater
violence
;
while
at
all
seasons
there
were
strange
and
portentous
doings
at
the
lonely
farm-house
.
In
the
course
of
time
callers
professed
to
hear
sounds
in
the
sealed
upper
storey
even
when
all
the
family
were
downstairs
,
and
they
wondered
how
swiftly
or
how
lingeringly
a
cow
or
bullock
was
usually
sacrificed
.
There
was
talk
of
a
complaint
to
the
Society
for
the
Prevention
of
Cruelty
to
Animals
but
nothing
ever
came
of
it
,
since
Dunwich
folk
are
never
anxious
to
call
the
outside
world
's
attention
to
themselves
.
About
1923
,
when
Wilbur
was
a
boy
of
ten
whose
mind
,
voice
,
stature
,
and
bearded
face
gave
all
the
impressions
of
maturity
,
a
second
great
siege
of
carpentry
went
on
at
the
old
house
.
It
was
all
inside
the
sealed
upper
part
,
and
from
bits
of
discarded
lumber
people
concluded
that
the
youth
and
his
grandfather
had
knocked
out
all
the
partitions
and
even
removed
the
attic
floor
,
leaving
only
one
vast
open
void
between
the
ground
storey
and
the
peaked
roof
.
They
had
torn
down
the
great
central
chimney
,
too
,
and
fitted
the
rusty
range
with
a
flimsy
outside
tin
stove-pipe
.
In
the
spring
after
this
event
Old
Whateley
noticed
the
growing
number
of
whippoorwills
that
would
come
out
of
Cold
Spring
Glen
to
chirp
under
his
window
at
night
.
