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There
were
cries
,
they
said
,
and
sustained
howlings
;
and
they
did
not
like
the
large
numbers
of
livestock
which
thronged
the
pastures
,
for
no
such
amount
was
needed
to
keep
a
lone
old
man
and
a
very
few
servants
in
meat
,
milk
,
and
wool
.
The
identity
of
the
stock
seemed
to
change
from
week
to
week
as
new
droves
were
purchased
from
the
Kingstown
farmers
.
Then
,
too
,
there
was
something
very
obnoxious
about
a
certain
great
stone
outbuilding
with
only
high
narrow
slits
for
windows
.
Great
Bridge
idlers
likewise
had
much
to
say
of
Curwen
's
town
house
in
Olney
Court
;
not
so
much
the
fine
new
one
built
in
1761
,
when
the
man
must
have
been
nearly
a
century
old
,
but
the
first
low
gambrel-roofed
one
with
the
windowless
attic
and
shingled
sides
,
whose
timbers
he
took
the
peculiar
precaution
of
burning
after
its
demolition
.
Here
there
was
less
mystery
,
it
is
true
;
but
the
hours
at
which
lights
were
seen
,
the
secretiveness
of
the
two
swarthy
foreigners
who
comprised
the
only
menservants
,
the
hideous
indistinct
mumbling
of
the
incredibly
aged
French
housekeeper
,
the
large
amounts
of
food
seen
to
enter
a
door
within
which
only
four
persons
lived
,
and
the
quality
of
certain
voices
often
heard
in
muffled
conversation
at
highly
unseasonable
times
,
all
combined
with
what
was
known
of
the
Pawtuxet
farm
to
give
the
place
a
bad
name
.
In
choicer
circles
,
too
,
the
Curwen
home
was
by
no
means
undiscussed
;
for
as
the
newcomer
had
gradually
worked
into
the
church
and
trading
life
of
the
town
,
he
had
naturally
made
acquaintances
of
the
better
sort
,
whose
company
and
conversation
he
was
well
fitted
by
education
to
enjoy
.
His
birth
was
known
to
be
good
,
since
the
Curwens
or
Corwins
of
Salem
needed
no
introduction
in
New
England
.
It
developed
that
Joseph
Curwen
had
traveled
much
in
very
early
life
,
living
for
a
time
in
England
and
making
at
least
two
voyages
to
the
Orient
;
and
his
speech
,
when
he
deigned
to
use
it
,
was
that
of
a
learned
and
cultivated
Englishman
.
But
for
some
reason
or
other
Curwen
did
not
care
for
society
.
Whilst
never
actually
rebuffing
a
visitor
,
he
always
reared
such
a
wall
of
reserve
that
few
could
think
of
anything
to
say
to
him
which
would
not
sound
inane
.
There
seemed
to
lurk
in
his
bearing
some
cryptic
,
sardonic
arrogance
,
as
if
he
had
come
to
find
all
human
beings
dull
though
having
moved
among
stranger
and
more
potent
entities
.
When
Dr.
Checkley
the
famous
wit
came
from
Boston
in
1738
to
be
rector
of
King
's
Church
,
he
did
not
neglect
calling
on
one
of
whom
he
soon
heard
so
much
;
but
left
in
a
very
short
while
because
of
some
sinister
undercurrent
he
detected
in
his
host
's
discourse
.
Charles
Ward
told
his
father
,
when
they
discussed
Curwen
one
winter
evening
,
that
he
would
give
much
to
learn
what
the
mysterious
old
man
had
said
to
the
sprightly
cleric
,
but
that
all
diarists
agree
concerning
Dr.
Checkley
's
reluctance
to
repeat
anything
he
had
heard
.
The
good
man
had
been
hideously
shocked
,
and
could
never
recall
Joseph
Curwen
without
a
visible
loss
of
the
gay
urbanity
for
which
he
was
famed
.
More
definite
,
however
,
was
the
reason
why
another
man
of
taste
and
breeding
avoided
the
haughty
hermit
.
In
1746
Mr.
John
Merritt
,
an
elderly
English
gentleman
of
literary
and
scientific
leanings
,
came
from
Newport
to
the
town
which
was
so
rapidly
overtaking
it
in
standing
,
and
built
a
fine
country
seat
on
the
Neck
in
what
is
now
the
heart
of
the
best
residence
section
.
He
lived
in
considerable
style
and
comfort
,
keeping
the
first
coach
and
liveried
servants
in
town
,
and
taking
great
pride
in
his
telescope
,
his
microscope
,
and
his
well-chosen
library
of
English
and
Latin
books
.
Hearing
of
Curwen
as
the
owner
of
the
best
library
in
Providence
,
Mr.
Merritt
early
paid
him
a
call
,
and
was
more
cordially
received
than
most
other
callers
at
the
house
had
been
.
His
admiration
for
his
host
's
ample
shelves
,
which
besides
the
Greek
,
Latin
,
and
English
classics
were
equipped
with
a
remarkable
battery
of
philosophical
,
mathematical
,
and
scientific
works
including
Paracelsus
,
Agricola
,
Van
Helmont
,
Sylvius
,
Glauber
,
Boyle
,
Boerhaave
,
Becher
,
and
Stahl
,
led
Curwen
to
suggest
a
visit
to
the
farmhouse
and
laboratory
whither
he
had
never
invited
anyone
before
;
and
the
two
drove
out
at
once
in
Mr.
Merritt
's
coach
.
Mr.
Merritt
always
confessed
to
seeing
nothing
really
horrible
at
the
farmhouse
,
but
maintained
that
the
titles
of
the
books
in
the
special
library
of
thaumaturgical
,
alchemical
,
and
theological
subjects
which
Curwen
kept
in
a
front
room
were
alone
sufficient
to
inspire
him
with
a
lasting
loathing
.
Perhaps
,
however
,
the
facial
expression
of
the
owner
in
exhibiting
them
contributed
much
of
the
prejudice
.
This
bizarre
collection
,
besides
a
host
of
standard
works
which
Mr.
Merritt
was
not
too
alarmed
to
envy
,
embraced
nearly
all
the
cabalists
,
demonologists
,
and
magicians
known
to
man
;
and
was
a
treasure-house
of
lore
in
the
doubtful
realms
of
alchemy
and
astrology
.
Hermes
Trismegistus
in
Mesnard
's
edition
,
the
Turba
Philosophorum
,
Geber
's
Liber
Investigationis
,
and
Artephius
's
Key
of
Wisdom
all
were
there
;
with
the
cabalistic
Zohar
,
Peter
Jammy
's
set
of
Albertus
Magnus
,
Raymond
Lully
's
Ars
Magna
et
Ultima
in
Zetsner
's
edition
,
Roger
Bacon
's
Thesaurus
Chemicus
,
Fludd
's
Clavis
Alchimiae
,
and
Trithemius
's
De
Lapide
Philosophico
crowding
them
close
.
Medieval
Jews
and
Arabs
were
represented
in
profusion
,
and
Mr.
Merritt
turned
pale
when
,
upon
taking
down
a
fine
volume
conspicuously
labeled
as
the
Qanoon-e-Islam
,
he
found
it
was
in
truth
the
forbidden
Necronomicon
of
the
mad
Arab
Abdul
Alhazred
,
of
which
he
had
heard
such
monstrous
things
whispered
some
years
previously
after
the
exposure
of
nameless
rites
at
the
strange
little
fishing
village
of
Kingsport
,
in
the
province
of
the
Massachussetts-Bay
.
But
oddly
enough
,
the
worthy
gentleman
owned
himself
most
impalpably
disquieted
by
a
mere
minor
detail
.
On
the
huge
mahogany
table
there
lay
face
downwards
a
badly
worn
copy
of
Borellus
,
bearing
many
cryptical
marginalia
and
interlineations
in
Curwen
's
hand
.
The
book
was
open
at
about
its
middle
,
and
one
paragraph
displayed
such
thick
and
tremulous
pen-strokes
beneath
the
lines
of
mystic
black-letter
that
the
visitor
could
not
resist
scanning
it
through
.
Whether
it
was
the
nature
of
the
passage
underscored
,
or
the
feverish
heaviness
of
the
strokes
which
formed
the
underscoring
,
he
could
not
tell
;
but
something
in
that
combination
affected
him
very
badly
and
very
peculiarly
.
He
recalled
it
to
the
end
of
his
days
,
writing
it
down
from
memory
in
his
diary
and
once
trying
to
recite
it
to
his
close
friend
Dr.
Checkley
till
he
saw
how
greatly
it
disturbed
the
urbane
rector
.
It
read
:
'
The
essential
Saltes
of
Animals
may
be
so
prepared
and
preserved
,
that
an
ingenious
Man
may
have
the
whole
Ark
of
Noah
in
his
own
Studie
,
and
raise
the
fine
Shape
of
an
Animal
out
of
its
Ashes
at
his
Pleasure
;
and
by
the
lyke
Method
from
the
essential
Saltes
of
humane
Dust
,
a
Philosopher
may
,
without
any
criminal
Necromancy
,
call
up
the
Shape
of
any
dead
Ancestour
from
the
Dust
whereinto
his
Bodie
has
been
incinerated
.
'
