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It
was
later
repeated
less
loudly
,
and
further
but
more
muffled
evidences
of
gunfire
ensued
;
together
with
a
loud
explosion
of
powder
from
the
direction
of
the
river
.
About
an
hour
afterward
all
the
dogs
began
to
bark
frightfully
,
and
there
were
vague
ground
rumblings
so
marked
that
the
candlesticks
tottered
on
the
mantelpiece
.
A
strong
smell
of
sulphur
was
noted
;
and
Luke
Fenner
's
father
declared
that
he
heard
the
third
or
emergency
whistle
signal
,
though
the
others
failed
to
detect
it
.
Muffled
musketry
sounded
again
,
followed
by
a
deep
scream
less
piercing
but
even
more
horrible
than
the
those
which
had
preceded
it
;
a
kind
of
throaty
,
nastily
plastic
cough
or
gurgle
whose
quality
as
a
scream
must
have
come
more
from
its
continuity
and
psychological
import
than
from
its
actual
acoustic
value
.
Then
the
flaming
thing
burst
into
sight
at
a
point
where
the
Curwen
farm
ought
to
lie
,
and
the
human
cries
of
desperate
and
frightened
men
were
heard
.
Muskets
flashed
and
cracked
,
and
the
flaming
thing
fell
to
the
ground
.
A
second
flaming
thing
appeared
,
and
a
shriek
of
human
origin
was
plainly
distinguished
.
Fenner
wrote
that
he
could
even
gather
a
few
words
belched
in
frenzy
:
Almighty
,
protect
thy
lamb
!
Then
there
were
more
shots
,
and
the
second
flaming
thing
fell
.
After
that
came
silence
for
about
three-quarters
of
an
hour
;
at
the
end
of
which
time
little
Arthur
Fenner
,
Luke
's
brother
,
exclaimed
that
he
saw
"
a
red
fog
"
going
up
to
the
stars
from
the
accursed
farm
in
the
distance
.
No
one
but
the
child
can
testify
to
this
,
but
Luke
admits
the
significant
coincidence
implied
by
the
panic
of
almost
convulsive
fright
which
at
the
same
moment
arched
the
backs
and
stiffened
the
fur
of
the
three
cats
then
within
the
room
.
Five
minutes
later
a
chill
wind
blew
up
,
and
the
air
became
suffused
with
an
intolerable
stench
that
only
the
strong
freshness
of
the
sea
could
have
prevented
its
being
notice
by
the
shore
party
or
by
any
wakeful
souls
in
the
Pawtuxet
village
.
This
stench
was
nothing
which
any
of
the
Fenners
had
ever
encountered
before
,
and
produced
a
kind
of
clutching
,
amorphous
fear
beyond
that
of
the
tomb
or
the
charnel-house
.
Close
upon
it
came
the
awful
voice
which
no
hapless
hearer
will
ever
be
able
to
forget
.
It
thundered
out
of
the
sky
like
a
doom
,
and
windows
rattled
as
its
echoes
died
away
.
It
was
deep
and
musical
;
powerful
as
a
bass
organ
,
but
evil
as
the
forbidden
books
of
the
Arabs
.
What
it
said
no
man
can
tell
,
for
it
spoke
in
an
unknown
tongue
,
but
this
is
the
writing
Luke
Fenner
set
down
to
portray
the
daemoniac
intonations
:
'D
EESMEES
JESHET
BONE
DOSEFE
DUVEMA
ENITEMOSS
.
'
Not
till
the
year
1919
did
any
soul
link
this
crude
transcript
with
anything
else
in
mortal
knowledge
,
but
Charles
Ward
paled
as
he
recognized
what
Mirandola
had
denounced
in
shudders
as
the
ultimate
horror
among
black
magic
's
incantations
.
An
unmistakable
human
shout
or
deep
chorused
scream
seemed
to
answer
this
malign
wonder
from
the
Curwen
farm
,
after
which
the
unknown
stench
grew
complex
with
an
added
odor
equally
intolerable
.
A
wailing
distinctly
different
from
the
scream
now
burst
out
,
and
was
protracted
ululantly
in
rising
and
falling
paroxysms
.
At
times
it
became
almost
articulate
,
though
no
auditor
could
trace
any
definite
words
;
and
at
one
point
it
seemed
to
verge
toward
the
confines
of
diabolic
and
hysterical
laughter
.
Then
a
yell
of
utter
,
ultimate
fright
and
stark
madness
wrenched
from
scores
of
human
throats
--
a
yell
which
came
strong
and
clear
despite
the
depth
from
which
it
must
have
burst
;
after
which
darkness
and
silence
ruled
all
things
.
Spirals
of
acrid
smoke
ascended
to
blot
out
the
stars
,
though
no
flames
appeared
and
no
buildings
were
observed
to
be
gone
or
injured
on
the
following
day
.
Toward
dawn
two
frightened
messengers
with
monstrous
and
unplaceable
odors
saturating
their
clothing
knocked
at
the
Fenner
door
and
requested
a
keg
of
rum
,
for
which
they
paid
very
well
indeed
.
One
of
them
told
the
family
that
the
affair
of
Joseph
Curwen
was
over
,
and
that
the
events
of
the
night
were
not
to
be
mentioned
again
.
Arrogant
as
the
order
seemed
,
the
aspect
of
him
who
gave
it
took
away
all
resentment
and
lent
it
a
fearsome
authority
;
so
that
only
these
furtive
letters
of
Luke
Fenner
,
which
he
urged
his
Connecticut
relative
to
destroy
,
remain
to
tell
what
was
seen
and
heard
.
The
non-compliance
of
that
relative
,
whereby
the
letters
were
saved
after
all
,
has
alone
kept
the
matter
from
a
merciful
oblivion
.
Charles
Ward
had
one
detail
to
add
as
a
result
of
a
long
canvass
of
Pawtuxet
residents
for
ancestral
traditions
Old
Charles
Slocum
of
that
village
said
that
there
was
known
to
his
grandfather
a
queer
rumor
concerning
a
charred
,
distorted
body
found
in
the
fields
a
week
after
the
death
of
Joseph
Curwen
was
announced
.
What
kept
the
talk
alive
was
the
notion
that
this
body
,
so
far
as
could
be
seen
in
its
burnt
and
twisted
condition
,
was
neither
thoroughly
human
nor
wholly
allied
to
any
animal
which
Pawtuxet
folk
had
ever
seen
or
read
about
.
