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Here
the
old
man
faltered
,
mumbled
,
and
lapsed
into
a
moody
and
apprehensive
silence
;
glancing
nervously
over
his
shoulder
and
then
turning
back
to
stare
fascinatedly
at
the
distant
black
reef
.
When
I
spoke
to
him
he
did
not
answer
,
so
I
knew
I
would
have
to
let
him
finish
the
bottle
.
The
insane
yarn
I
was
hearing
interested
me
profoundly
,
for
I
fancied
there
was
contained
within
it
a
sort
of
crude
allegory
based
upon
the
strangeness
of
Innsmouth
and
elaborated
by
an
imagination
at
once
creative
and
full
of
scraps
of
exotic
legend
.
Not
for
a
moment
did
I
believe
that
the
tale
had
any
really
substantial
foundation
;
but
none
the
less
the
account
held
a
hint
of
genuine
terror
if
only
because
it
brought
in
references
to
strange
jewels
clearly
akin
to
the
malign
tiara
I
had
seen
at
Newburyport
.
Perhaps
the
ornaments
had
,
after
all
,
come
from
some
strange
island
;
and
possibly
the
wild
stories
were
lies
of
the
bygone
Obed
himself
rather
than
of
this
antique
toper
.
I
handed
Zadok
the
bottle
,
and
he
drained
it
to
the
last
drop
.
It
was
curious
how
he
could
stand
so
much
whiskey
,
for
not
even
a
trace
of
thickness
had
come
into
his
high
,
wheezy
voice
.
He
licked
the
nose
of
the
bottle
and
slipped
it
into
his
pocket
,
then
beginning
to
nod
and
whisper
softly
to
himself
.
I
bent
close
to
catch
any
articulate
words
he
might
utter
,
and
thought
I
saw
a
sardonic
smile
behind
the
stained
bushy
whiskers
.
Yes
--
he
was
really
forming
words
,
and
I
could
grasp
a
fair
proportion
of
them
.
"
Poor
Matt
--
Matt
he
allus
was
agin
it
--
tried
to
line
up
the
folks
on
his
side
,
an
'
had
long
talks
with
the
preachers
--
no
use
--
they
run
the
Congregational
parson
aout
o
'
taown
,
an
'
the
Methodist
feller
quit
--
never
did
see
Resolved
Babcock
,
the
Baptist
parson
,
agin
--
Wrath
o
'
Jehovy
--
I
was
a
mightly
little
critter
,
but
I
heerd
what
I
heerd
an
,
seen
what
I
seen
--
Dagon
an
'
Ashtoreth
--
Belial
an
'
Beelzebub
--
Golden
Caff
an
'
the
idols
o
'
Canaan
an
'
the
Philistines
--
Babylonish
abominations
--
Mene
,
mene
,
tekel
,
upharsin
--
.
"
He
stopped
again
,
and
from
the
look
in
his
watery
blue
eyes
I
feared
he
was
close
to
a
stupor
after
all
.
But
when
I
gently
shook
his
shoulder
he
turned
on
me
with
astonishing
alertness
and
snapped
out
some
more
obscure
phrases
.
"
Du
n't
believe
me
,
hey
?
Hey
,
heh
,
heh
--
then
jest
tell
me
,
young
feller
,
why
Cap'n
Obed
an
'
twenty
odd
other
folks
used
to
row
aout
to
Devil
Reef
in
the
dead
o
'
night
an
'
chant
things
so
laoud
ye
cud
hear
'em
all
over
taown
when
the
wind
was
right
?
Tell
me
that
,
hey
?
An
'
tell
me
why
Obed
was
allus
droppin
'
heavy
things
daown
into
the
deep
water
t
'
other
side
o
'
the
reef
whar
the
bottom
shoots
daown
like
a
cliff
lower
'n
ye
kin
saound
?
Tell
me
what
he
done
with
that
funny-shaped
lead
thingumajig
as
Walakea
give
him
?
Hey
,
boy
?
An
'
what
did
they
all
haowl
on
May
--
Eve
,
an
,
agin
the
next
Hallowe'en
?
An
'
why
'd
the
new
church
parsons
--
fellers
as
used
to
be
sailors
--
wear
them
queer
robes
an
'
cover
their-selves
with
them
gold-like
things
Obed
brung
?
Hey
?
"
The
watery
blue
eyes
were
almost
savage
and
maniacal
now
,
and
the
dirty
white
beard
bristled
electrically
.
Old
Zadok
probably
saw
me
shrink
back
,
for
he
began
to
cackle
evilly
.
"
Heh
,
heh
,
heh
,
heh
!
Beginnin
'
to
see
,
hey
?
Mebbe
ye
'd
like
to
a
ben
me
in
them
days
,
when
I
seed
things
at
night
aout
to
sea
from
the
cupalo
top
o
'
my
haouse
.
Oh
,
I
kin
tell
ye
'
little
pitchers
hev
big
ears
,
an
'
I
wa
'n'
t
missin
'
nothin
'
o
'
what
was
gossiped
abaout
Cap'n
Obed
an
'
the
folks
aout
to
the
reef
!
Heh
,
heh
,
heh
!
Haow
abaout
the
night
I
took
my
pa
's
ship
's
glass
up
to
the
cupalo
an
'
seed
the
reef
a-bristlin
'
thick
with
shapes
that
dove
off
quick
soon
's
the
moon
riz
?
"
Obed
an
'
the
folks
was
in
a
dory
,
but
them
shapes
dove
off
the
far
side
into
the
deep
water
an
'
never
come
up
...
"
Haow
'd
ye
like
to
be
a
little
shaver
alone
up
in
a
cupola
a-watchin
'
shapes
as
wa
'n'
t
human
shapes
?
...
Heh
?
...
Heh
,
heh
,
heh
...
"
