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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
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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
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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'. An' she says he says they was a swishin'
lappin'
saound, more nor what the bendin' trees an' bushes could make, an' all on a
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