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🟡 Wendigo (Full Audiobook) | Algernon Blackwood · Weird Fiction Audiobooks: Cosmic Horror, Strange Realities & Uncanny Tales

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  Speaker 1: A considerable number of hunting parties were out that year,
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  Speaker 1: without finding so much as a fresh trail, for the
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  Speaker 1: moose were uncommonly shy. and the various Nimrods returned to
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  Speaker 1: the bosoms of their respective families with the best excuses
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  Speaker 1: the facts of their imaginations could suggest. Dr. Cathcart, among others,
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  Speaker 1: came back without a trophy. But he brought instead the
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  Speaker 1: memory of an experience which he declares was worth all
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  Speaker 1: the bull moose that had ever been shot. But then Cathcart,
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  Speaker 1: of Aberdeen, was interested in other things besides moose, amongst
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  Speaker 1: them the vagaries of the human mind. This particular story, however,
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  Speaker 1: found no mention in his book on collective hallucination, for
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  Speaker 1: the simple reason, so he confided once to a fellow colleague,
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  Speaker 1: that he himself played too intimate a part in it
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  Speaker 1: to form a competent judgment of the affair as a whole.
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  Speaker 1: Besides himself and his guide, Hank Davis, there was young Simpson,
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  Speaker 1: his nephew, a divinity student destined for the Wee Kirk,
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  Speaker 1: then on his first visit to Canadian Backwoods. and the
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  Speaker 1: latter's guide, Defago. Joseph Defago was a French Canuck who
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  Speaker 1: had strayed from his native province of Quebec years before
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  Speaker 1: and had got caught in rat portage when the Canadian
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  Speaker 1: Pacific Railway was a building. A man who, in addition
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  Speaker 1: to his unparalleled knowledge of woodcraft and bush lore, could
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  Speaker 1: also sing the old voyageur songs and tell a capital
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  Speaker 1: hunting yarn into the bargain. He was deeply susceptible, moreover,
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  Speaker 1: to that singular spell which the wilderness lays upon certain
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  Speaker 1: lonely natures. And he loved the wild solitudes with a
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  Speaker 1: kind of romantic passion that amounted almost to an obsession.
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  Speaker 1: The life of the backwoods fascinated him, whence doubtless his
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  Speaker 1: surpassing efficiency in dealing with their mysteries. On this particular
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  Speaker 1: expedition he was Hank's choice. Hank knew him and swore
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  Speaker 1: by him. He also swore at him, just as a
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  Speaker 1: pal might. and since he had a vocabulary of picturesque,
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  Speaker 1: if not utterly meaningless, oaths, the conversation between the two
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  Speaker 1: stalwart and hardy woodsmen was often of a rather lively description.
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  Speaker 1: This river of expletives, however, Hank agreed to damn a little,
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  Speaker 1: out of respect for his old hunting boss, Dr. Cathcart,
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  Speaker 1: whom of course he addressed, after the fashion of the country,
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  Speaker 1: as Doc, and also because he understood that young Simpson
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  Speaker 1: was already a bit of a parson. He had, however,
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  Speaker 1: one objection to Defago, and one only, which was that
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  Speaker 1: the French-Canadian sometimes exhibited what Hank described as the output
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  Speaker 1: of a cursed and dismal mind, meaning apparently that he
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  Speaker 1: sometimes was true to type, Latin type, and suffered fits
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  Speaker 1: of a kind of silent moroseness when nothing could induce
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  Speaker 1: him to utter speech. Defago, that is to say, was
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  Speaker 1: imaginative and melancholy. and as a rule it was too
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  Speaker 1: long a spell of civilization that induced the attacks, for
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  Speaker 1: a few days of the wilderness invariably cured them. This
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  Speaker 1: then was the party of four that found themselves in
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  Speaker 1: camp the last week in October of that shy moose year,
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  Speaker 1: way up in the wilderness north of Rat Portage, a
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  Speaker 1: forsaken and desolate country. There was also Punk, an Indian,
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  Speaker 1: who had accompanied Dr. Cathcart and Hank on their hunting
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  Speaker 1: trips in previous years. and who acted as a cook.
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  Speaker 1: His duty was merely to stay in camp, catch fish,
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  Speaker 1: and prepare venison steaks and coffee at a few minutes' notice.
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  Speaker 1: He dressed in the worn-out clothes bequeathed to him by
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  Speaker 1: former patrons, and except for his coarse black hair and
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  Speaker 1: dark skin, he looked in these city garments no more
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  Speaker 1: like a real Redskin than a staged Negro looks like
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  Speaker 1: a real African. For all that, however— Punk had in
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  Speaker 1: him still the instincts of his dying race. His taciturn
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  Speaker 1: silence and his endurance survived, also his superstition. The party
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  Speaker 1: round the blazing fire that night were despondent, for a
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  Speaker 1: week had passed without a single sign of recent moose
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  Speaker 1: discovering itself. Defago had sung his song and plunged into
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  Speaker 1: a story, but Hank, in bad humor, reminded him so
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  Speaker 1: often that he kept mussing up the facts so, that
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  Speaker 1: it was most all nothing but a petered-out lie, that
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  Speaker 1: the Frenchman had finally subsided into a sulky silence which
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  Speaker 1: nothing seemed likely to break. Dr. Cathcart and his nephew
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  Speaker 1: were fairly done after an exhausting day. Punk was washing
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  Speaker 1: up the dishes, grunting to himself under the lean-to of branches,
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  Speaker 1: where he later also slept. No one troubled to stir
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  Speaker 1: the slowly dying fire. Overhead the stars were brilliant and
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  Speaker 1: a sky quite wintry, and there was so little wind
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  Speaker 1: that ice was already forming, stealthily, along the shores of
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  Speaker 1: the still lake behind them. The silence of the vast,
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  Speaker 1: listening forest stole forward and enveloped them. Hank broke in
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  Speaker 1: suddenly with his nasal voice. I'm in favor of breaking
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  Speaker 1: new ground tomorrow, Doc, he observed with energy, looking across
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  Speaker 1: at his employer. We don't stand a dead dago's chance
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  Speaker 1: around here. Agreed, said Cathcart. always a man of few words,
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  Speaker 1: think the idea's good. Sure, Pop, it's good, Hank resumed
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  Speaker 1: with confidence. Suppose now you and I strike west, up
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  Speaker 1: Garden Lakeway for a change. None of us ain't touched
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  Speaker 1: that quiet bit of land yet. I'm with you. And you, Defago,
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  Speaker 1: take Simpson along in the small canoe, skip across the lake,
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  Speaker 1: portage over into fifty island water, and take a good
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  Speaker 1: squint down that thar southern shore. The moose yarded there
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  Speaker 1: like hell last year, And for all we know, they
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  Speaker 1: may be doing it again this year, just to spite us. Defago,
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  Speaker 1: keeping his eyes on the fire, said nothing by way
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  Speaker 1: of reply. He was still offended, possibly, about his interrupted story.
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  Speaker 1: No one's been up that way this year, and I'll
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  Speaker 1: lay my bottom dollar on that, Hank added with emphasis,
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  Speaker 1: as though he had a reason for knowing. He looked
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  Speaker 1: over at his partner sharply. Better take the little silk
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  Speaker 1: tent and stay away a couple of nights, he concluded,
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  Speaker 1: as though the matter were definitely settled. for Hank was
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  Speaker 1: recognized as general organizer of the hunt and in charge
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  Speaker 1: of the party. It was obvious to anyone that Defago
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  Speaker 1: did not jump at the plan, but his silence seemed
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  Speaker 1: to convey something more than ordinary disapproval, and across his
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  Speaker 1: sensitive dark face there passed a curious expression like a
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  Speaker 1: flash of firelight, not so quickly, however, that the three
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  Speaker 1: men had not time to catch it. He funked for
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  Speaker 1: some reason, I thought, Simpson said afterwards in the tent
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  Speaker 1: he shared with his uncle. Dr. Cathcart made no immediate reply,
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  Speaker 1: although the look had interested him enough at the time
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  Speaker 1: for him to make a mental note of it. The
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  Speaker 1: expression had caused him a passing uneasiness he could not
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  Speaker 1: quite account for at the moment. But Hank, of course,
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  Speaker 1: had been the first to notice it, and the odd
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  Speaker 1: thing was that instead of becoming explosive or angry over
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  Speaker 1: the other's reluctance, he at once began to humor him
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  Speaker 1: a bit.' But there ain't no special reason why no
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  Speaker 1: one's been up there this year,' he said with a
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  Speaker 1: perceptible hush in his tone. Not the reason you mean, anyway.
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  Speaker 1: Last year it was the fires that kept folks out,
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  Speaker 1: and this year I guess, I guess it just happened so,
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  Speaker 1: that's all. His manner was clearly meant to be encouraging.
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  Speaker 1: Joseph Defago raised his eyes a moment, then dropped them again.
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  Speaker 1: A breath of wind stole out over the forest and
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  Speaker 1: stirred the embers into a passing blaze. Dr. Cathcart again
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  Speaker 1: noticed the expression in the guide's face, and again he
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  Speaker 1: did not like it. BUT THIS TIME THE NATURE OF
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  Speaker 1: THE LOOK BETRAYED ITSELF. IN THOSE EYES, FOR AN INSTANT,
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  Speaker 1: HE CAUGHT THE GLEAM OF A MAN SCARED IN HIS
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  Speaker 1: VERY SOUL. IT DISQUIETED HIM MORE THAN HE CARED TO ADMIT.
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  Speaker 1: BAD INDIANS UP THAT WAY? HE ASKED WITH A LAUGH
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  Speaker 1: TO EASE MATTERS A LITTLE, WHILE SIMPSON, TOO SLEEPY TO
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  Speaker 1: NOTICE THIS SUBTLE BY-PLAY, MOVED OFF TO BED WITH A
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  Speaker 1: PREDIGIOUS YAWN. OR ANYTHING WRONG WITH THE COUNTRY? HE ADDED
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  Speaker 1: WHEN HIS NEPHEW WAS OUT OF HEARING. HANK MADE HIS
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  Speaker 1: EYE WITH SOMETHING LESS THAN HIS USUAL FRANKNESS.' HE' S JUST SCARED,'
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  Speaker 1: HE REPLIED GOOD-HUMOREDLY.' SCARED STIFF ABOUT SOME OLD FAIRY-TALE. THAT'S ALL,
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  Speaker 1: AIN'T IT, OLD PARD?' AND HE GAVE DEFAGO A FRIENDLY
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  Speaker 1: KICK ON THE MOCCASINED FOOT THAT LAY NEAREST THE FIRE.
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  Speaker 1: DEFAGO LOOKED UP QUICKLY, AS FROM AN INTERRUPTED REVERIE, A REVERIE, HOWEVER,
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  Speaker 1: THAT HAD NOT PREVENTED HIS SEEING ALL THAT WENT ON
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  Speaker 1: ABOUT HIM.' SCARED NOTHING,' HE ANSWERED WITH A FLUSH OF DEFIANCE.
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  Speaker 1: There's nothing in the bush that can scare Joseph Defago,
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  Speaker 1: and don't you forget it. And the natural energy with
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  Speaker 1: which he spoke made it impossible to know whether he
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  Speaker 1: told the whole truth or only part of it. Hank
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  Speaker 1: turned towards the doctor. He was just going to add
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  Speaker 1: something when he stopped abruptly and looked around. A sound
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  Speaker 1: close behind them in the darkness made all three start.
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  Speaker 1: It was old Punk, who had moved up from his
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  Speaker 1: lean-to while they talked, and now stood there just beyond
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  Speaker 1: the circle of firelight, listening. Another time, Doc, Hank whispered
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  Speaker 1: with a wink, when the gallery ain't stepped down into
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  Speaker 1: the stalls. And springing to his feet, he slapped the
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  Speaker 1: Indian on the back and cried noisily, Come up to
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  Speaker 1: the fire and warm your dirty red skin a bit
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  Speaker 1: he dragged him towards the blaze and threw more wood
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  Speaker 1: on that was a mighty good feed you give us
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  Speaker 1: an hour or two back he continued heartily as though
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  Speaker 1: to set the man's thoughts on another scent and it
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  Speaker 1: ain't Christian to let you stand out there freezing your
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  Speaker 1: old soul to hell while we're getting all good and
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  Speaker 1: toasted Punk moved in and warmed his feet 'smiling darkly
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  Speaker 1: at the other's volubility,' which he only half understood, but
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  Speaker 1: saying nothing.' And presently Dr. Cathcart, 'seeing that further conversation
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  Speaker 1: was impossible,' followed his nephew's example and moved off to
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  Speaker 1: the tent,' leaving the three men smoking over the now
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  Speaker 1: blazing fire.' It' s not easy to undress in a small
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  Speaker 1: tent' without waking one's companion.' And Cathcart, hardened and warm-blooded
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  Speaker 1: as he was' in spite of his fifty-odd years, did
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  Speaker 1: what Hank would have described as considerable of his twilight
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  Speaker 1: in the open. He noticed during the process that Punk
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  Speaker 1: had meanwhile gone back to his lean-to, and that Hank
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  Speaker 1: and Defago were at it hammer and tongs, or rather
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  Speaker 1: hammer and anvil, the little French-Canadian being the anvil. It
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  Speaker 1: was all very like the conventional stage picture of Western melodrama,
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  Speaker 1: the fire lighting up their faces with patches of alternate
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  Speaker 1: red and black, Defago in slouch hat and moccasins, In
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  Speaker 1: the part of the Badlands villain, Hank, open-faced and hatless,
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  Speaker 1: with that reckless fling of his soldiers, the honest and
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  Speaker 1: deceived hero. And old Punk, eavesdropping in the background, supplying
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  Speaker 1: the atmosphere of mystery. The doctor smiled as he noticed
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  Speaker 1: the details. But at the same time, something deep within him,
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  Speaker 1: he hardly knew what, shrank a little, as though an
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  Speaker 1: almost imperceptible breath of warning had touched the surface of
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  Speaker 1: his soul and was gone again before he could seize it.
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  Speaker 1: Probably it was traceable to that scared expression he had
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  Speaker 1: seen in the eyes of DeFago. Probably, for this hint
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  Speaker 1: of fugitive emotion otherwise escaped his usually so keen analysis. DeFago,
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  Speaker 1: he was vaguely aware, might cause trouble somehow. He was
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  Speaker 1: not as steady a guide as Hank, for instance. Further
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  Speaker 1: than that he could not get. He watched the men
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  Speaker 1: a moment longer before diving into the stuffy tent, where
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  Speaker 1: Simpson already slept soundly. Hank, he saw, was swearing like
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  Speaker 1: a mad African in a New York nigger saloon, but
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  Speaker 1: it was the swearing of affection. The ridiculous oaths flew
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  Speaker 1: freely now that the cause of their obstruction was asleep.
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  Speaker 1: Presently he put his arm almost tenderly upon his comrade's shoulder,
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  Speaker 1: and they moved off together into the shadows where their
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  Speaker 1: tents stood faintly glimmering. Punk, too, a moment later followed
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  Speaker 1: their example and disappeared between his odorous blankets in the
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  Speaker 1: opposite direction. Dr. Cathcart then likewise turned in, weariness and
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  Speaker 1: sleep still fighting in his mind, with an obscure curiosity
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  Speaker 1: to know what it was that had scared Defago about
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  Speaker 1: the country up Fifty Island Waterway, wondering, too, why Punk's
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  Speaker 1: presence had prevented the completion of what Hank had to say.
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  Speaker 1: Then sleep overtook him. He would know tomorrow. Hank would
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  Speaker 1: tell him the story while they trudged after the elusive moose.
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  Speaker 1: Deep silence fell about the little camp. planted there so
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  Speaker 1: audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed
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  Speaker 1: like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The
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  Speaker 1: cold air pricked. In the drafts of night that poured
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  Speaker 1: their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with
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  Speaker 1: messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze,
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  Speaker 1: there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.
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  Speaker 1: White men, with their dull scent, might never have divined them,
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  Speaker 1: The fragrance of the wood fire would have concealed from
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  Speaker 1: them these almost electrical hints of moss and bark in
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  Speaker 1: hardening swamp a hundred miles away. Even Hank and Defago,
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  Speaker 1: subtly in league with the soul of the woods as
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  Speaker 1: they were, would probably have spread their delicate nostrils in vain.
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  Speaker 1: But an hour later, when all slept like the dead,
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  Speaker 1: old Punk crept from his blankets and went down to
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  Speaker 1: the shore of the lake like a shadow, silently, as
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  Speaker 1: only Indian blood can move. he raised his head and
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  Speaker 1: looked about him. The thick darkness rendered sight of small avail,
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  Speaker 1: but like the animals, he possessed other senses that darkness
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  Speaker 1: could not mute. He listened, then sniffed the air. Motionless
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  Speaker 1: as a hemlock stem, he stood there. After five minutes
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  Speaker 1: again he lifted his head and sniffed, and yet once again.
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  Speaker 1: A tingling of the wonderful nerves that betrayed itself by
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  Speaker 1: no outer sign RAN THROUGH HIM AS HE TESTED THE
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  Speaker 1: KEEN AIR. THEN MERGING HIS FIGURE INTO THE SURROUNDING BLACKNESS
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  Speaker 1: IN A WAY THAT ONLY WILD MEN AND ANIMALS UNDERSTAND,
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  Speaker 1: HE TURNED, STILL MOVING LIKE A SHADOW, AND WENT STEALTHILY
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  Speaker 1: BACK TO HIS LEAN-TO AND HIS BED. AND SOON AFTER
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  Speaker 1: HE SLEPT, THE CHANGE OF WIND HE HAD DIVINED STIRRED
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  Speaker 1: GENTLY THE REFLECTION OF THE STARS WITHIN THE LAKE. RISING
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  Speaker 1: AMONG THE FAR RIDGES OF THE COUNTRY BEYOND FIFTY ISLAND WATER,
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  Speaker 1: It came from the direction in which he had stared,
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  Speaker 1: and it passed over the sleeping camp, with a faint
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  Speaker 1: and sighing murmur, through the tops of the big trees,
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  Speaker 1: that was almost too delicate to be audible. With it,
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  Speaker 1: down the desert paths of night, though too faint, too
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  Speaker 1: high even for the Indian's hair-like nerves, there passed a
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  Speaker 1: curious thin odour, strangely disquieting, an odour of something that
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  Speaker 1: seemed unfamiliar, utterly unknown. The French-Canadian and the man of
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  Speaker 1: Indian blood each stirred uneasily in his sleep just about
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  Speaker 1: this time, though neither of them woke. Then the ghost
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  Speaker 1: of that unforgettably strange odor passed away and was lost
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  Speaker 1: among the leagues of tenantless forest beyond. In the morning
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  Speaker 1: the camp was astir before the sun. There had been
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  Speaker 1: a light fall of snow during the night and the
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  Speaker 1: air was sharp. Punk had done his duty betimes, for
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  Speaker 1: the odors of coffee and fried bacon reached every tent.
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  Speaker 1: All were in good spirits.' Wind' s shifted,' cried Hank vigorously,
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  Speaker 1: watching Simpson and his guide already loading the small canoe.'
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  Speaker 1: It' s across the lake. Dead right for you fellows, and
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  Speaker 1: the snow will make bully trails. If there's any moose
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  Speaker 1: mussin' around up thar, they'll not get so much as
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  Speaker 1: a tail-end scent of you, with the wind as it is.
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  Speaker 1: Good luck, Monsieur Defago!' He added facetiously, giving the name
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  Speaker 1: its French pronunciation for once. Bonne chance. Defago returned the
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  Speaker 1: good wishes, apparently in the best of spirits, the silent
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  Speaker 1: mood gone. Before eight o'clock, old Punk had the camp
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  Speaker 1: to himself. Cathcart and Hank were far along the trail
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  Speaker 1: that led westwards, while the canoe that carried Defago and Simpson,
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  Speaker 1: with silk tent and grub for two days, was already
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  Speaker 1: a dark speck bobbing on the bosom of the lake.
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  Speaker 1: going due east. The wintry sharpness of the air was
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  Speaker 1: tempered now by a sun that topped the wooded ridges
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  Speaker 1: and blazed with a luxurious warmth upon the world of
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  Speaker 1: lake and forest below. Loons flew skimming through the sparkling
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  Speaker 1: spray that the wind lifted. Divers shook their dripping heads
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  Speaker 1: to the sun and popped smartly out of sight again,
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  Speaker 1: and as far as I could reach rose the leagues
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  Speaker 1: of endless, crowding bush, desolate in its lonely sweep and grandeur,
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  Speaker 1: untrodden by foot of man, and stretching its mighty and
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  Speaker 1: unbroken carpet right up to the frozen shores of Hudson Bay. Simpson,
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  Speaker 1: who saw it all for the first time, as he
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  Speaker 1: paddled hard in the bows of the dancing canoe, was
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  Speaker 1: enchanted by its austere beauty. His heart drank in the
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  Speaker 1: sense of freedom in great spaces, just as his lungs
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  Speaker 1: drank in the cool and perfumed wind. Behind him in
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  Speaker 1: the stern seat, singing fragments of his native shanties, DEFAGO
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  Speaker 1: STEERED THE CRAFT OF BIRCHBARK LIKE A THING OF LIFE,
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  Speaker 1: ANSWERING CHEERFULLY ALL HIS COMPANION'S QUESTIONS. BOTH WERE GAY AND LIGHTHEARTED.
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  Speaker 1: ON SUCH OCCASIONS, MEN LOSE THE SUPERFICIAL, WORLDLY DISTINCTIONS. THEY
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  Speaker 1: BECOME HUMAN BEINGS WORKING TOGETHER FOR A COMMON END. SIMPSON
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  Speaker 1: THE EMPLOYER AND DEFAGO THE EMPLOYED, AMONG THESE PRIMITIVE FORCES,
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  Speaker 1: WERE SIMPLY TWO MEN, THE GUIDER AND THE GUIDED. Superior knowledge,
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  Speaker 1: of course, assumed control, and the younger man fell without
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  Speaker 1: a second thought into the quasi-subordinate position. He never dreamed
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  Speaker 1: of objecting when Defago dropped the mister and addressed him as, say, Simpson,
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  Speaker 1: or Simpson Boss, which was invariably the case before they
• 18:57
  Speaker 1: reached the farther shore after a stiff paddle of twelve
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  Speaker 1: miles against a headwind. He only laughed and liked it,
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  Speaker 1: then ceased to notice it at all. for this divinity
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  Speaker 1: student was a young man of parts and character, though
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  Speaker 1: as yet of course untravelled, and on this trip, the
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  Speaker 1: first time he had seen any country but his own
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  Speaker 1: and little Switzerland, the huge scale of things somewhat bewildered him.
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  Speaker 1: It was one thing, he realised, to hear about primeval forests,
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  Speaker 1: but quite another to see them, while to dwell in
• 19:30
  Speaker 1: them and seek acquaintance with their wildlife was, again, an
• 19:34
  Speaker 1: initiation that no intelligent man could undergo without without a
• 19:37
  Speaker 1: certain shifting of personal values, hitherto held for permanent and sacred.
• 19:43
  Speaker 1: Simpson knew the first faint indication of this emotion when
• 19:46
  Speaker 1: he held the new. 303 rifle in his hands and
• 19:49
  Speaker 1: looked along. its pair of faultless gleaming barrels. The three
• 19:54
  Speaker 1: days' journey to their headquarters, by lake and portage, had
• 19:57
  Speaker 1: carried the process a stage farther. And now that he
• 20:01
  Speaker 1: was about to plunge beyond even the fringe of wilderness,
• 20:04
  Speaker 1: where they were camped into the virgin heart of uninhabited
• 20:07
  Speaker 1: regions as vast as Europe itself, the true nature of
• 20:11
  Speaker 1: the situation, stole upon him with an effect of delight
• 20:15
  Speaker 1: and awe that his imagination was fully capable of appreciating.
• 20:19
  Speaker 1: It was himself and Defago against a multitude at least,
• 20:23
  Speaker 1: against a titan. The bleak splendors of these remote and
• 20:26
  Speaker 1: lonely forests rather overwhelmed him with the sense of his
• 20:30
  Speaker 1: own littleness. That stern quality of the tangled backwoods, which
• 20:34
  Speaker 1: can only be described as merciless and terrible, rose out
• 20:38
  Speaker 1: of these far blue woods swimming upon the horizon, and
• 20:42
  Speaker 1: revealed itself. He understood the silent warning. He realized his
• 20:47
  Speaker 1: own utter helplessness. Only Defago, as a symbol of a
• 20:51
  Speaker 1: distant civilization where man was master, and a pitiless death
• 20:55
  Speaker 1: by exhaustion and starvation. It was thrilling to him, therefore,
• 21:00
  Speaker 1: to watch Defago turn over the canoe upon the shore,
• 21:03
  Speaker 1: pack the paddles carefully underneath, and then proceed to blaze
• 21:07
  Speaker 1: the spruce stems for some distance on either side of
• 21:10
  Speaker 1: an almost invisible trail, with the careless remark thrown in,' Say, Simpson,
• 21:15
  Speaker 1: if anything happens to me, you'll find the canoe, all correct,
• 21:19
  Speaker 1: by these marks. Then strike due west into the sun
• 21:22
  Speaker 1: to hit the home camp again. See?' It was the
• 21:25
  Speaker 1: most natural thing in the world to say, and he
• 21:28
  Speaker 1: said it without any noticeable inflection of the voice, only
• 21:31
  Speaker 1: it happened to express the youth's emotion at the time
• 21:34
  Speaker 1: of WITH AN UTTERANCE THAT WAS SYMBOLIC OF THE SITUATION,
• 21:37
  Speaker 1: AND OF HIS OWN HELPLESSNESS AS A FACTOR IN IT.
• 21:41
  Speaker 1: HE WAS ALONE WITH DEFAGO IN A PRIMITIVE WORLD. THAT
• 21:44
  Speaker 1: WAS ALL. THE CANOE, ANOTHER SYMBOL OF MAN'S ASCENDANCY, WAS
• 21:49
  Speaker 1: NOW TO BE LEFT BEHIND. THOSE SMALL YELLOW PATCHES, MADE
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: ON THE TREES BY THE AXE, WERE THE ONLY INDICATIONS
• 21:56
  Speaker 1: OF ITS HIDING PLACE. MEANWHILE, SHOULDERING THE PACKS BETWEEN THEM,
• 22:00
  Speaker 1: EACH MAN CARRIED HIS OWN RIFLE. They followed the slender
• 22:04
  Speaker 1: trail over rocks and fallen trunks and across half-frozen swamps,
• 22:09
  Speaker 1: skirting numerous lakes that fairly gemmed the forest, their borders
• 22:13
  Speaker 1: fringed with mist, and towards five o'clock found themselves suddenly
• 22:17
  Speaker 1: on the edge of the woods, looking out across a
• 22:19
  Speaker 1: large sheet of water in front of them, dotted with
• 22:22
  Speaker 1: pine-clad islands of all describable shapes and sizes. Fifty-island water,
• 22:29
  Speaker 1: announced Defago warily. and the sun just going to dip
• 22:32
  Speaker 1: his bald old head into it, he added with unconscious poetry,
• 22:37
  Speaker 1: and immediately they set about pitching camp for the night.
• 22:41
  Speaker 1: In a very few minutes, under those skillful hands that
• 22:43
  Speaker 1: never made a movement too much or a movement too little,
• 22:46
  Speaker 1: the silk tent stood taut and cozy, the beds of
• 22:50
  Speaker 1: balsam boughs ready laid, and a brisk cooking fire burned
• 22:54
  Speaker 1: with the minimum of smoke, while the young scotchman cleaned
• 22:57
  Speaker 1: the fish they had caught trolling behind the canoe, Defago
• 23:00
  Speaker 1: guessed he would just as soon take a turn through
• 23:03
  Speaker 1: the bush for indications of moose. May come across a
• 23:06
  Speaker 1: trunk where they been and rubbed horns, he said as
• 23:09
  Speaker 1: he moved off, or feeding on the last of the
• 23:11
  Speaker 1: maple leaves. And he was gone. His small figure melted
• 23:16
  Speaker 1: away like a shadow in the dusk, while Simpson noted
• 23:19
  Speaker 1: with a kind of admiration how easily the forest absorbed
• 23:22
  Speaker 1: him into herself. A few steps, it seemed, and he
• 23:26
  Speaker 1: was no longer visible. Yet there was little underbrush hereabouts.
• 23:30
  Speaker 1: The tree stood somewhat apart, well spaced, and in the
• 23:33
  Speaker 1: clearings grew silver birch and maple, spear-like and slender, against
• 23:38
  Speaker 1: the immense stems of spruce and hemlock. But for occasional
• 23:42
  Speaker 1: prostrate monsters and the boulders of grey rock that thrust
• 23:46
  Speaker 1: uncouth shoulders here and there out of the ground, it
• 23:49
  Speaker 1: might well have been a bit of park in the
• 23:51
  Speaker 1: old country. Almost one might have seen it in the
• 23:54
  Speaker 1: hand of man. A little to the right, however, began
• 23:58
  Speaker 1: the great burnt section of miles in extent, proclaiming its
• 24:01
  Speaker 1: real character. Brule, as it was called, with the fires
• 24:06
  Speaker 1: of the previous year, had raged for weeks, and the
• 24:10
  Speaker 1: blackened stumps now rose gaunt and ugly, bereft of branches,
• 24:14
  Speaker 1: like gigantic match-heads stuck into the ground, savage and desolate
• 24:18
  Speaker 1: beyond words. The perfume of charcoal and rain-soaked ashes still
• 24:23
  Speaker 1: hung faintly about it. The dusk rapidly deepened. The glades
• 24:29
  Speaker 1: grew dark. The crackling of the fire and the wash
• 24:32
  Speaker 1: of little waves along the rocky lake shore were the
• 24:35
  Speaker 1: only sounds audible. The wind had dropped with the sun,
• 24:39
  Speaker 1: and in all that vast world of branches nothing stirred.
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: Any moment, it seemed, the woodland gods, who are to
• 24:46
  Speaker 1: be worshipped in silence and loneliness, might stretch their mighty
• 24:50
  Speaker 1: and terrific outlines among the trees. In front, through the
• 24:54
  Speaker 1: doorways pillared by huge straight stems, lay the stretch of
• 24:58
  Speaker 1: fifty island water, a crescent-shaped lake some fifteen miles from
• 25:03
  Speaker 1: tip to tip, and perhaps five miles across, where they
• 25:06
  Speaker 1: were camped. A sky of rose and saffron, more clear
• 25:11
  Speaker 1: than any atmosphere Simpson had ever known, still dropped its
• 25:14
  Speaker 1: pale streaming fires across the waves, where the islands, a
• 25:19
  Speaker 1: hundred surely, rather than fifty, floated like fairy barks of
• 25:23
  Speaker 1: some enchanted fleet. Fringed with pines, whose crests fingered most
• 25:28
  Speaker 1: delicately the skies, They almost seemed to move upwards as
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: the light faded, about to weigh anchor and navigate the
• 25:35
  Speaker 1: pathways of the heavens instead of the currents of their
• 25:38
  Speaker 1: native and desolate lake. And strips of colored cloud, like
• 25:43
  Speaker 1: flaunting pennons, signaled their departure to the stars. The beauty
• 25:47
  Speaker 1: of the scene was strangely uplifting. Simpson smoked the fish
• 25:51
  Speaker 1: and burnt his fingers into the bargain in his efforts
• 25:54
  Speaker 1: to enjoy it, and at the same time tend the
• 25:56
  Speaker 1: frying pan and the fire. yet ever at the back
• 26:00
  Speaker 1: of his thoughts lay that other aspect of the wilderness,
• 26:04
  Speaker 1: the indifference to human life, the merciless spirit of desolation
• 26:08
  Speaker 1: which took no note of man, the sense of his
• 26:10
  Speaker 1: utter loneliness, now that even Defago had gone, came close
• 26:15
  Speaker 1: as he looked about him and listened for the sound
• 26:17
  Speaker 1: of his companion's returning footsteps. There was pleasure in the sensation,
• 26:22
  Speaker 1: yet with it a perfectly comprehensible alarm, and instinctively the
• 26:27
  Speaker 1: thought stirred in him, What should I, could I do,
• 26:31
  Speaker 1: if anything happened and he did not come back? They
• 26:36
  Speaker 1: enjoyed their well-earned supper, eating untold quantities of fish, and
• 26:40
  Speaker 1: drinking unmilked tea strong enough to kill men who had
• 26:43
  Speaker 1: not covered thirty miles of hard-going, eating little on the way.
• 26:47
  Speaker 1: And when it was over, they smoked and told stories
• 26:50
  Speaker 1: round the blazing fire, laughing, stretching weary limbs, and discussing
• 26:55
  Speaker 1: plans for the morrow. Defaga was in excellent spirits. though
• 26:59
  Speaker 1: disappointed at having no signs of moose to report. But
• 27:02
  Speaker 1: it was dark and he had not gone far. The brule, too,
• 27:06
  Speaker 1: was bad. His clothes and hands were smeared with charcoal. Simpson,
• 27:10
  Speaker 1: watching him, realized with renewed vividness their position, alone together
• 27:15
  Speaker 1: in the wilderness. Defago, he said presently, these woods, you know,
• 27:21
  Speaker 1: are a bit too big to feel quite at home in,
• 27:23
  Speaker 1: to feel comfortable in, I mean. Eh? He merely gave
• 27:27
  Speaker 1: expression to the mood of the moment, He was hardly
• 27:30
  Speaker 1: prepared for the earnestness, the solemnity even, with which the
• 27:33
  Speaker 1: guide took him up. You've hit it right, Simpson, boss,
• 27:37
  Speaker 1: he replied, fixing his searching brown eyes on his face.
• 27:41
  Speaker 1: And that's the truth, sure. There's no end to him,
• 27:44
  Speaker 1: no end at all. Then he added, in a lowered tone,
• 27:47
  Speaker 1: as if to himself, There's lots found out that, and
• 27:51
  Speaker 1: gone plumb to pieces. But the man's gravity of manner
• 27:54
  Speaker 1: was not quite to the other's liking. It was a
• 27:57
  Speaker 1: little too suggestive. for this scenery and setting. He was
• 28:01
  Speaker 1: sorry he had broached the subject. He remembered suddenly how
• 28:04
  Speaker 1: his uncle had told him that men were sometimes stricken
• 28:07
  Speaker 1: with a strange fever of the wilderness, when the seduction
• 28:10
  Speaker 1: of the uninhabited wastes caught them so fiercely that they
• 28:14
  Speaker 1: went forth, half fascinated, half deluded, to their death. And
• 28:19
  Speaker 1: he had a shrewd idea that his companion held something
• 28:22
  Speaker 1: in sympathy with that queer type. He led the conversation
• 28:26
  Speaker 1: on to the other topics.' onto Hank and the doctor,
• 28:29
  Speaker 1: for instance,' and the natural rivalry' as to who should
• 28:32
  Speaker 1: get the first sight of moose.' If they went due west,'
• 28:36
  Speaker 1: observed Defago carelessly,' there' s sixty miles between us now,' with
• 28:40
  Speaker 1: old Punk at Halfway House' eating himself full to busting
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: with fish and coffee.'' They laughed together over the picture.'
• 28:47
  Speaker 1: But the casual mention of those sixty miles again 'made
• 28:51
  Speaker 1: Simpson realize the prodigious scale' of this land where they hunted.'
• 28:54
  Speaker 1: Sixty miles was a mere step,' Two hundred little more
• 28:59
  Speaker 1: than a step. Stories of lost hunters rose persistently before
• 29:02
  Speaker 1: his memory. The passion and mystery of homeless and wandering men,
• 29:07
  Speaker 1: seduced by the beauty of great forests, swept his soul
• 29:10
  Speaker 1: in a way too vivid to be pleasant. He wondered
• 29:13
  Speaker 1: vaguely whether it was the mood of his companion that
• 29:16
  Speaker 1: invited the unwelcome suggestion with such persistence. Sing us a song, Defago,
• 29:22
  Speaker 1: if you're not too tired, he asked. One of those
• 29:25
  Speaker 1: old Voyageur songs you sang the other night. he handed
• 29:28
  Speaker 1: his tobacco pouch to the guide, and then filled his
• 29:31
  Speaker 1: own pipe, while the Canadian, nothing loth, sent his light
• 29:36
  Speaker 1: voice across the lake in one of those plaintive, almost
• 29:39
  Speaker 1: melancholy shanties, with which lumbermen and trappers lessen the burden
• 29:44
  Speaker 1: of their labor. There was an appealing and romantic flavor
• 29:47
  Speaker 1: about it, something that recalled the atmosphere of the old
• 29:50
  Speaker 1: pioneer days, when Indians and wilderness were leagued together, battles frequent,
• 29:56
  Speaker 1: and the old country farther off than it is today.
• 29:59
  Speaker 1: The sound traveled pleasantly over the water, but the forest
• 30:02
  Speaker 1: at their backs seemed to swallow it down with a
• 30:05
  Speaker 1: single gulp that permitted neither echo nor resonance. It was
• 30:10
  Speaker 1: in the middle of the third verse that Simpson noticed
• 30:13
  Speaker 1: something unusual, something that brought his thoughts back with a
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: rush from faraway scenes. A curious change had come into
• 30:20
  Speaker 1: the man's voice. Even before he knew what it was,
• 30:24
  Speaker 1: uneasiness caught him, and looking up quickly he saw that DeVago,
• 30:28
  Speaker 1: though still singing, was peering about him into the bush,
• 30:32
  Speaker 1: as though he heard or saw something. His voice grew fainter,
• 30:36
  Speaker 1: dropped to a hush, then ceased altogether. The same instant,
• 30:41
  Speaker 1: with a movement amazingly alert, he started to his feet
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: and stood upright, sniffing the air. Like a dog scenting game,
• 30:48
  Speaker 1: he drew the air into his nostrils in short, sharp breaths,
• 30:52
  Speaker 1: turning quickly as he did so, in all directions, and
• 30:55
  Speaker 1: finally pointing down the lake shore, eastwards. it was a
• 30:59
  Speaker 1: performance unpleasantly suggestive and at the same time singularly dramatic.
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: Simpson's heart flooded disagreeably as he watched it. Lord, man,
• 31:10
  Speaker 1: how you made me jump! he exclaimed, on his feet
• 31:13
  Speaker 1: beside him the same instant and peering over his shoulder
• 31:16
  Speaker 1: into the sea of darkness. What's up? Are you frightened?
• 31:20
  Speaker 1: Even before the question was out of his mouth, he
• 31:22
  Speaker 1: knew it was foolish, for any man with a pair
• 31:25
  Speaker 1: of eyes in his head could see that the Canadian
• 31:27
  Speaker 1: had turned white down to his very gills. Not even
• 31:31
  Speaker 1: sunburn and the glare of the fire could hide that.
• 31:34
  Speaker 1: The student felt himself trembling a little, weakish in the knees.
• 31:39
  Speaker 1: What's up? he repeated quickly. Do you smell moose? Or
• 31:43
  Speaker 1: anything queer, anything wrong? He lowered his voice instinctively. The
• 31:49
  Speaker 1: forest pressed round them with its encircling wall. The nearer
• 31:53
  Speaker 1: tree stems gleamed like bronze in the firelight. Beyond that, blackness,
• 31:59
  Speaker 1: and so far as he could tell, a silence of death.
• 32:03
  Speaker 1: Just behind them a passing puff of wind lifted a
• 32:06
  Speaker 1: single leaf, looked at it, then laid it softly down again,
• 32:10
  Speaker 1: without disturbing the rest of the covey. It seemed as
• 32:13
  Speaker 1: if a million invisible causes had combined just to produce
• 32:17
  Speaker 1: that single visible effect. Other life pulsed about them, and
• 32:21
  Speaker 1: was gone. Defago turned abruptly. the livid hue of his
• 32:26
  Speaker 1: face had turned to a dirty gray. I never said
• 32:30
  Speaker 1: I heard or smelt nothing, he said slowly and emphatically,
• 32:34
  Speaker 1: in an oddly altered voice that conveyed somehow a touch
• 32:38
  Speaker 1: of defiance. I was only taking a look around, so
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: to speak. It's always a mistake to be too previous
• 32:43
  Speaker 1: with your questions. Then he added suddenly, with obvious effort,
• 32:48
  Speaker 1: in his more natural voice, Have you got the matches,
• 32:51
  Speaker 1: Boss Simpson? and proceeded to light the pipe he had
• 32:54
  Speaker 1: half filled just before he began to sing. Without speaking
• 32:58
  Speaker 1: another word, they sat down again by the fire, Defago
• 33:02
  Speaker 1: changing his side so that he could face the direction
• 33:04
  Speaker 1: the wind came from, for even a tenderfoot could tell that.
• 33:09
  Speaker 1: Defago changed his position in order to hear and smell
• 33:12
  Speaker 1: all there was to be heard and smelt, and since
• 33:15
  Speaker 1: he now faced the lake with his back to the trees,
• 33:19
  Speaker 1: it was evidently nothing in the forest, THAT HAD SENT
• 33:22
  Speaker 1: SO STRANGE AND SUDDEN A WARNING TO HIS MARVELOUSLY TRAINED NERVES.'
• 33:26
  Speaker 1: GUESS NOW I DON'T FEEL LIKE SINGING ANY,' HE EXPLAINED
• 33:30
  Speaker 1: PRESENTLY OF HIS OWN ACCORD.' THAT SONG KIND OF BRINGS
• 33:33
  Speaker 1: BACK MEMORIES THAT'S TROUBLESOME TO ME. I NEVER OUGHT TO
• 33:36
  Speaker 1: HAVE BEGUN IT. IT SETS ME ON TO IMAGINING THINGS. SEE?'
• 33:41
  Speaker 1: CLEARLY THE MAN WAS STILL FIGHTING WITH SOME PROFOUNDLY MOVING EMOTION.
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: HE WISHED TO EXCUSE HIMSELF IN THE EYES OF THE OTHER.
• 33:47
  Speaker 1: BUT THE EXPLANATION, AND THAT IT WAS ONLY PART OF
• 33:50
  Speaker 1: THE TRUTH, was a lie, and he knew perfectly well
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: that Simpson was not deceived by it. For nothing could
• 33:56
  Speaker 1: explain away the livid terror that had dropped over his
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: face while he stood there sniffing the air. And nothing,
• 34:04
  Speaker 1: no amount of blazing fire or chatting on ordinary subjects,
• 34:08
  Speaker 1: could make that camp exactly as it had been before.
• 34:12
  Speaker 1: The shadow of an unknown horror, naked if unguessed, that
• 34:16
  Speaker 1: had flashed for an instant in the face and gestures
• 34:18
  Speaker 1: of the guide, had also communicated itself, vaguely and therefore
• 34:23
  Speaker 1: more potently, to his companion. The guide's visible efforts to
• 34:28
  Speaker 1: dissemble the truth only made things worse. Moreover, to add
• 34:33
  Speaker 1: to the younger man's uneasiness was the difficulty, nay, the impossibility,
• 34:38
  Speaker 1: he felt of asking questions, and also his complete ignorance
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: as to the cause. Indians, wild animals, forest fires— All
• 34:48
  Speaker 1: these he knew were wholly out of the question. His
• 34:51
  Speaker 1: imagination searched vigorously, but in vain. Yet somehow or other,
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: after another long spell of smoking, talking, and roasting themselves
• 35:01
  Speaker 1: before the great fire, the shadow that had so suddenly
• 35:05
  Speaker 1: invaded their peaceful camp began to skirt. Perhaps Defago's efforts,
• 35:10
  Speaker 1: or the return of his quiet, abnormal attitude, accomplished this.
• 35:14
  Speaker 1: Perhaps Simpson himself had exaggerated the fare out of all
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: proportion to the truth, or possibly the vigorous air of
• 35:21
  Speaker 1: the wilderness brought its own powers of healing. Whatever the cause,
• 35:26
  Speaker 1: the feeling of immediate horror seemed to have passed away
• 35:30
  Speaker 1: as mysteriously as it had come, for nothing occurred to
• 35:33
  Speaker 1: feed it. Simpson began to feel that he had permitted
• 35:37
  Speaker 1: himself the unreasoning terror of a child. He put it
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: down partly to a certain subconscious excitement, that this wild
• 35:45
  Speaker 1: and immense scenery generated in his blood, partly to the
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: spell of solitude and partly to over-fatigue. That pallor in
• 35:53
  Speaker 1: the guide's face was, of course, uncommonly hard to explain,
• 35:58
  Speaker 1: yet it might have been due in some way to
• 36:01
  Speaker 1: an effect of firelight or his own imagination. He gave
• 36:04
  Speaker 1: it the benefit of the doubt. He was Scotch. When
• 36:09
  Speaker 1: a somewhat unordinary emotion has disappeared— The mind always finds
• 36:13
  Speaker 1: a dozen ways of explaining away its causes. Simpson lit
• 36:18
  Speaker 1: a last pipe and tried to laugh to himself. On
• 36:21
  Speaker 1: getting home to Scotland it would make quite a good story.
• 36:24
  Speaker 1: He did not realize that his laughter was a sign
• 36:27
  Speaker 1: that terror still lurked in the recesses of his soul. That,
• 36:31
  Speaker 1: in fact, it was merely one of the conventional signs
• 36:35
  Speaker 1: by which a man, seriously alarmed, tries to persuade himself
• 36:39
  Speaker 1: that he is not so. DEFAGO, HOWEVER, HEARD THAT LOW
• 36:44
  Speaker 1: LAUGHTER AND LOOKED UP WITH SURPRISE ON HIS FACE. THE
• 36:48
  Speaker 1: TWO MEN STOOD SIDE BY SIDE, KICKING THE EMBERS ABOUT
• 36:51
  Speaker 1: BEFORE GOING TO BED. IT WAS TEN O'CLOCK, A LATE
• 36:55
  Speaker 1: HOUR FOR HUNTERS TO BE STILL AWAKE. WHAT'S TICKLING YOU?
• 37:00
  Speaker 1: HE ASKED IN HIS ORDINARY TONE, YET GRAVELY. I WAS
• 37:04
  Speaker 1: THINKING OF OUR LITTLE TOY WOODS AT HOME JUST AT
• 37:06
  Speaker 1: THAT MOMENT, STAMMERED SIMPSON, COMING BACK TO WHAT REALLY DOMINATED
• 37:10
  Speaker 1: HIS MIND, AND STARTLED BY THE QUESTION. and comparing them
• 37:14
  Speaker 1: to all this, and he swept his arms round him
• 37:17
  Speaker 1: to indicate the bush. A pause followed in which neither
• 37:21
  Speaker 1: of them said anything. All the same, I wouldn't laugh
• 37:24
  Speaker 1: about it if I was you, Defigo added, looking over
• 37:28
  Speaker 1: Simpson's shoulder into the shadows. There's places in there nobody
• 37:33
  Speaker 1: won't never see into. Nobody knows what lives in there either.
• 37:38
  Speaker 1: Too big, too far off, The suggestion in the guide's
• 37:41
  Speaker 1: manner was immense and horrible. Defago nodded. The expression on
• 37:46
  Speaker 1: his face was dark. He, too, felt uneasy. The young
• 37:51
  Speaker 1: man understood that in a hinterland of this size there
• 37:55
  Speaker 1: might well be depths of woods that would never in
• 37:57
  Speaker 1: the life of the world be known or trodden. The
• 38:01
  Speaker 1: thought was not exactly the sort he welcomed. In a
• 38:05
  Speaker 1: loud voice, cheerfully, he suggested that it was time for bed.
• 38:09
  Speaker 1: But the guide lingered, tinkering with the fire, arranging the
• 38:13
  Speaker 1: stones needlessly, doing a dozen things that did not really
• 38:17
  Speaker 1: need doing. Evidently there was something he wanted to say,
• 38:21
  Speaker 1: yet found it difficult to get at.' Say you, Boss Simpson,'
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: he began suddenly, as the last shower of sparks went
• 38:29
  Speaker 1: up into the air,' you don't smell nothing, do you?
• 38:33
  Speaker 1: Nothing particular, I mean?' The commonplace question, Simpson realized, veiled
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: a dreadfully serious thought in his mind. A shiver ran
• 38:43
  Speaker 1: down his back. Nothing but burning wood, he replied firmly,
• 38:49
  Speaker 1: kicking again at the embers. The sound of his own
• 38:52
  Speaker 1: foot made him start. And all the evening you ain't
• 38:55
  Speaker 1: smelt nothing? persisted the guide, peering at him through the gloom.
• 39:01
  Speaker 1: Nothing extraordinary and different to anything else you ever smelt before? No, no, man,
• 39:07
  Speaker 1: nothing at all. He replied aggressively, half angrily. Defigo's face cleared.
• 39:14
  Speaker 1: That's good, he exclaimed with evident relief. That's good to hear.
• 39:17
  Speaker 1: Have you? asked Simpson sharply, and the same instant regretted
• 39:23
  Speaker 1: the question. The Canadian came closer in the darkness. He
• 39:27
  Speaker 1: shook his head. I guess not. he said, though without
• 39:32
  Speaker 1: overwhelming conviction. It must have been just that song of
• 39:36
  Speaker 1: mine that did it. It's the song they sing in
• 39:38
  Speaker 1: lumber camps and godforsaken places like that, when they're scared
• 39:42
  Speaker 1: the windigo is somewhere around, doing a bit of swift traveling.
• 39:47
  Speaker 1: And what's the windigo, pray? SIMPSON ASKED QUICKLY, IRRITATED BECAUSE
• 39:52
  Speaker 1: AGAIN HE COULD NOT PREVENT THAT SUDDEN SHIVER OF THE NERVES.
• 39:55
  Speaker 1: HE KNEW THAT HE WAS CLOSE UPON THE MAN'S TERROR
• 39:57
  Speaker 1: AND THE CAUSE OF IT. YET A RUSHING, PASSIONATE CURIOSITY
• 40:01
  Speaker 1: OVERCAME HIS BETTER JUDGMENT AND HIS FEAR. DE FACO TURNED
• 40:06
  Speaker 1: SWIFTLY AND LOOKED AT HIM, AS THOUGH HE WERE SUDDENLY
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: ABOUT TO SHRIEK. HIS EYES SHONE, BUT HIS MOUTH WAS
• 40:11
  Speaker 1: WIDE OPEN. YET ALL HE SAID, OR WHISPERED, RATHER, FOR
• 40:15
  Speaker 1: THE VOICE SANK VERY LOW, WAS, IT'S NOTHING, Nothing but
• 40:20
  Speaker 1: what those lousy fellers believe when they've been hitting the
• 40:23
  Speaker 1: bottle too long. A sort of great animal that lives
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: up yonder. He jerked his head northwards. Quick as lightning
• 40:30
  Speaker 1: in its tracks, and bigger than anything else in the bush,
• 40:33
  Speaker 1: and ain't supposed to be very good to look at,
• 40:36
  Speaker 1: that's all. A backward superstition, began Simpson, moving hastily toward
• 40:42
  Speaker 1: the tent, in order to shake off the hand of
• 40:44
  Speaker 1: the guide that clutched his arm. Come, come, hurry up
• 40:48
  Speaker 1: for God's sake, and get the lantern going. It's time
• 40:50
  Speaker 1: we were in bed and asleep if we're going to
• 40:52
  Speaker 1: be up with the sun tomorrow. The guide was close
• 40:55
  Speaker 1: on his heels. I'm coming, he answered out of the darkness.
• 40:58
  Speaker 1: I'm coming. And after a slight delay, he appeared with
• 41:01
  Speaker 1: the lantern and hung it from a nail in the
• 41:03
  Speaker 1: front pole of the tent. The shadows of a hundred
• 41:06
  Speaker 1: trees shifted their places quickly as he did so. And
• 41:10
  Speaker 1: when he stumbled over the rope, diving swiftly inside, the
• 41:13
  Speaker 1: whole tent trembled as though a gust of wind struck it.
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: The two men lay down, without undressing. upon their beds
• 41:21
  Speaker 1: of soft balsam boughs, cunningly arranged. Inside all was warm
• 41:25
  Speaker 1: and cozy, but outside the world of crowding trees pressed
• 41:29
  Speaker 1: close about them, marshalling their million shadows, and smothering the
• 41:34
  Speaker 1: little tent that stood there like a wee white shell
• 41:37
  Speaker 1: facing the ocean of tremendous forest. Between the two lonely
• 41:41
  Speaker 1: figures within, however, there pressed another shadow that was not
• 41:47
  Speaker 1: a shadow from the night, It was the shadow cast
• 41:49
  Speaker 1: by the strange fear, never wholly exercised, that had leaped
• 41:54
  Speaker 1: suddenly upon Defago in the middle of his singing. And Simpson,
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: as he lay there, watching the darkness through the open
• 42:01
  Speaker 1: flap of the tent, ready to plunge into the fragrant
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: abyss of sleep, knew first that unique and profound stillness
• 42:08
  Speaker 1: of a primeval forest when no wind stirs, and when
• 42:12
  Speaker 1: the night has weight and substance that enters into the
• 42:15
  Speaker 1: soul to bind a veil about it. THEN SLEEP TOOK HIM.
• 42:22
  Speaker 1: PART THREE THUS IT SEEMED TO HIM AT LEAST. YET
• 42:27
  Speaker 1: IT WAS TRUE THAT THE LAP OF THE WATER, JUST
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: BEYOND THE TENT DOOR, STILL BEAT TIME WITH HIS LESSENING PULSES,
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: WHEN HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS LYING WITH HIS EYES
• 42:37
  Speaker 1: OPEN AND THAT ANOTHER SOUND HAD RECENTLY INTRODUCED ITSELF, WITH
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: CUNNING SOFTNESS, BETWEEN THE SPLASH AND MURMUR OF THE LITTLE WAVES.
• 42:47
  Speaker 1: and long before he understood what this sound was, it
• 42:50
  Speaker 1: had stirred in him the centers of pity and alarm.
• 42:53
  Speaker 1: He listened intently, though at first in vain, for the
• 42:57
  Speaker 1: running blood beat all its drums too noisily in his ears.
• 43:01
  Speaker 1: Did it come, he wondered, from the lake or from
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: the woods? Then suddenly, with a rush and a flutter
• 43:07
  Speaker 1: of the heart, he knew that it was close beside
• 43:09
  Speaker 1: him in the tent, and when he turned over for
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: a better hearing, it focused itself. unmistakably not two feet away.
• 43:18
  Speaker 1: It was a sound of weeping. Defago, upon his bed
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: of branches, was sobbing in the darkness as though his
• 43:24
  Speaker 1: heart would break, the blankets evidently stuffed against his mouth
• 43:27
  Speaker 1: to stifle it. And his first feeling, before he could
• 43:31
  Speaker 1: think or reflect, was the rush of a poignant and
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: searching tenderness. This intimate human sound, heard amid the desolation
• 43:39
  Speaker 1: about them, woke pity. It was so incongruous. so pitifully incongruous,
• 43:46
  Speaker 1: and so vain. Tears in this vast and cruel wilderness,
• 43:50
  Speaker 1: of what avail? He thought of a little child crying
• 43:53
  Speaker 1: in mid-Atlantic. Then, of course, with fuller realization, and the
• 43:58
  Speaker 1: memory of what had gone before, came the descent of
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: the terror upon him, and his blood ran cold.' Defago!'
• 44:05
  Speaker 1: he whispered quickly.' What' s the matter?' He tried to make
• 44:08
  Speaker 1: his voice very gentle.' Are you in pain? Unhappy?' There
• 44:14
  Speaker 1: was no reply, but the sounds ceased abruptly. He stretched
• 44:18
  Speaker 1: his hand out and touched him. The body did not stir.
• 44:22
  Speaker 1: Are you awake? For it occurred to him that the
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: man was crying in his sleep. Are you cold? He
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: noticed that his feet, which were uncovered, projected beyond the
• 44:32
  Speaker 1: mouth of the tent. He spread an extra fold of
• 44:35
  Speaker 1: his own blankets over them. The guide had slipped down
• 44:39
  Speaker 1: in his bed, and the branches seemed to have dragged
• 44:42
  Speaker 1: with him. He was afraid to pull the body back again,
• 44:45
  Speaker 1: for fear of waking him. One or two tentative questions
• 44:48
  Speaker 1: he ventured softly, but though he waited for several minutes,
• 44:52
  Speaker 1: there came no reply, nor any sign of movement. Presently
• 44:56
  Speaker 1: he heard his regular and quiet breathing, and putting his
• 44:59
  Speaker 1: hand again gently on his breast, felt the steady rise
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: and fall beneath.' Let me know if anything's wrong,' he whispered,'
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: or if I can do anything.' Wake me at once
• 45:09
  Speaker 1: if you feel queer.' He hardly knew what to say.
• 45:13
  Speaker 1: He lay down again, thinking and wondering what it all meant. Defago,
• 45:18
  Speaker 1: of course, had been crying in his sleep. Some dream
• 45:21
  Speaker 1: or other had afflicted him. Yet never in his life
• 45:24
  Speaker 1: would he forget that pitiful sound of sobbing, and the
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: feeling that the whole awful wilderness of woods listened. His
• 45:31
  Speaker 1: own mind busied itself for a long time with the
• 45:34
  Speaker 1: recent events of which this took its mysterious place as one.
• 45:39
  Speaker 1: and though his reason successfully argued away all unwelcome suggestions,
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: a sensation of uneasiness remained, resisting ejection, very deep-seated, peculiar
• 45:50
  Speaker 1: beyond ordinary. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 46:12
  Speaker 1: Recording by Amy Graymore. Part 4 But sleep in the
• 46:18
  Speaker 1: long run proves greater than all emotions. His thoughts soon
• 46:22
  Speaker 1: wandered again. He lay there, warm as toast, exceedingly weary,
• 46:27
  Speaker 1: the night soothed and comforted, blunting the edges of memory
• 46:31
  Speaker 1: and alarm. Half an hour later he was oblivious of
• 46:34
  Speaker 1: everything in the outer world about him. Yet sleep in
• 46:37
  Speaker 1: this case was his great enemy, concealing all approaches, smothering
• 46:42
  Speaker 1: the warning of his nerves. As sometimes in a nightmare
• 46:46
  Speaker 1: events crowd upon each other's heels with a conviction of
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: dreadfulist reality, yet some inconsistent detail accuses the whole display
• 46:55
  Speaker 1: of incompleteness and disguise, so the events that now followed,
• 47:00
  Speaker 1: though they actually happened, persuaded the mind somehow that the
• 47:03
  Speaker 1: detail was which could explain them, had been overlooked in
• 47:06
  Speaker 1: the confusion, and that, therefore, they were but partly true,
• 47:11
  Speaker 1: the rest delusion. At the back of the sleeper's mind
• 47:15
  Speaker 1: something remains awake, ready to let slip the judgment. All
• 47:20
  Speaker 1: this is not quite real. When you wake up you'll understand.
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: And thus in a way it was with Simpson. The events,
• 47:28
  Speaker 1: not wholly inexplicable or incredible in themselves, yet remained for
• 47:33
  Speaker 1: the man who saw and heard them a sequence of
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: separate facts of cold horror, because the little piece that
• 47:39
  Speaker 1: might have made the puzzle clear lay concealed or overlooked.
• 47:44
  Speaker 1: So far as he can recall, it was a violent movement,
• 47:48
  Speaker 1: running downwards through the tent towards the door, that first
• 47:51
  Speaker 1: woke him and made him aware that his companion was
• 47:54
  Speaker 1: sitting bolt upright beside him, quivering. Hours must have passed,
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: for it was the pale gleam of the dawn that
• 48:01
  Speaker 1: revealed his outline against the canvas. This time the man
• 48:05
  Speaker 1: was not crying. He was quaking like a leaf. The
• 48:09
  Speaker 1: trembling he felt plainly through the blankets down the entire
• 48:12
  Speaker 1: length of his own body. Defago had huddled down against
• 48:16
  Speaker 1: him for protection, shrinking away from something that apparently concealed
• 48:20
  Speaker 1: itself near the door-flaps of the little tent. Simpson thereupon
• 48:25
  Speaker 1: called out in a loud voice some question or other.
• 48:28
  Speaker 1: In the first bewilderment of waking he does not remember
• 48:31
  Speaker 1: exactly what, and the man made no reply. The atmosphere
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: and feeling of true nightmare lay horribly about him, making
• 48:39
  Speaker 1: movement and speech both difficult. At first, indeed, he was
• 48:43
  Speaker 1: not sure where he was, whether in one of the
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: earlier camps or at home in his bed at Aberdeen.
• 48:49
  Speaker 1: The sense of confusion was very troubling. And next, almost
• 48:53
  Speaker 1: simultaneous with his waking, it seemed, the profound stillness of
• 48:57
  Speaker 1: the dawn outside was shattered by a most uncommon sound.
• 49:02
  Speaker 1: It came without warning. or audible approach, and it was
• 49:06
  Speaker 1: unspeakably dreadful. It was a voice, Simpson declares, possibly a
• 49:11
  Speaker 1: human voice, hoarse yet plaintive, a soft, roaring voice, close
• 49:17
  Speaker 1: outside the tent, overhead rather than upon the ground, of
• 49:22
  Speaker 1: immense volume, while in some strange way most penetratingly and
• 49:27
  Speaker 1: seductively sweet. It rang out, too, in three separate and
• 49:32
  Speaker 1: distinct notes, or cries, that bore in some odd fashion
• 49:36
  Speaker 1: a resemblance, far-fetched yet recognisable, to the name of the guide, Defago.
• 49:43
  Speaker 1: The student admits he is unable to describe it quite intelligently,
• 49:47
  Speaker 1: for it was unlike any sound he had ever heard
• 49:50
  Speaker 1: in his life, and combined a blending of such contrary qualities.
• 49:55
  Speaker 1: A sort of windy crying voice, he calls it, as
• 49:58
  Speaker 1: of something lonely and untamed, wild and of abominable power.
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: And even before it ceased, dropping back into the great
• 50:07
  Speaker 1: gulfs of silence, the guide beside him had sprung to
• 50:10
  Speaker 1: his feet with an answering, though unintelligible, cry. He blundered
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: against the tentpole with violence, shaking the whole structure, spreading
• 50:20
  Speaker 1: his arms out frantically for more room, and kicking his
• 50:23
  Speaker 1: legs impetuously free of the clinging blankets. For a second,
• 50:28
  Speaker 1: perhaps two, he stood upright by the door, his outline
• 50:32
  Speaker 1: dark against the pallor of the dawn. Then, with a furious,
• 50:36
  Speaker 1: rushing speed, before his companion could move a hand to
• 50:39
  Speaker 1: stop him, he shot with a plunge through the flaps
• 50:43
  Speaker 1: of canvas and was gone. And as he went, so
• 50:48
  Speaker 1: astonishingly fast that the voice could actually be heard dying
• 50:51
  Speaker 1: in the distance, he called aloud in tones of anguished
• 50:55
  Speaker 1: terror that at the same time held something strangely, like
• 50:59
  Speaker 1: the frenzied exaltation of delight. Oh, oh, my feet of fire,
• 51:04
  Speaker 1: my burning feet of fire, oh, oh, this height and
• 51:07
  Speaker 1: fiery speed! And then the distance quickly buried it, and
• 51:12
  Speaker 1: the deep silence of very early morning descended upon the
• 51:15
  Speaker 1: forest as before. It had all come about with such
• 51:20
  Speaker 1: rapidity that, but for the evidence of the empty bed
• 51:23
  Speaker 1: beside him, Simpson could almost have believed it to have
• 51:27
  Speaker 1: been the memory of a nightmare carried over from sleep.
• 51:31
  Speaker 1: he still felt the warm pressure of that vanished body
• 51:34
  Speaker 1: against his side. There lay the twisted blankets in a heap.
• 51:38
  Speaker 1: The very tent yet trembled with the vehemence of the
• 51:41
  Speaker 1: impetuous departure. The strange words rang in his ears, as
• 51:45
  Speaker 1: though he still heard them in the distance, wild language
• 51:48
  Speaker 1: of a suddenly stricken mind. Moreover, it was not only
• 51:53
  Speaker 1: the senses of sight and hearing that reported uncommon things
• 51:56
  Speaker 1: to his brain, for even while the man cried and ran,
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: he had become aware, that a strange perfume, faint yet pungent,
• 52:04
  Speaker 1: pervaded the interior of the tent, and it was at
• 52:08
  Speaker 1: this point, it seems, brought to himself by the consciousness
• 52:12
  Speaker 1: that his nostrils were taking this distressing odor down into
• 52:15
  Speaker 1: his throat, that he found his courage, sprang quickly to
• 52:19
  Speaker 1: his feet, and went out. The grey light of dawn
• 52:24
  Speaker 1: that dropped, cold and glimmering, between the trees, revealed the
• 52:27
  Speaker 1: scene tolerably well. There stood the tent behind him, soaked
• 52:33
  Speaker 1: with dew, the dark ashes of the fire still warm,
• 52:37
  Speaker 1: the lake white beneath a coating of mist, the islands
• 52:40
  Speaker 1: rising darkly out of it like objects packed in wool,
• 52:44
  Speaker 1: and patches of snow beyond among the clearer spaces of
• 52:47
  Speaker 1: the bush, everything cold, still, waiting for the sun. But
• 52:54
  Speaker 1: nowhere a sign of the vanished guide. still doubtless flying
• 52:58
  Speaker 1: at frantic speed through the frozen woods. There was not
• 53:01
  Speaker 1: even the sound of disappearing footsteps, nor the echoes of
• 53:05
  Speaker 1: the dying voice. He had gone, utterly. There was nothing,
• 53:11
  Speaker 1: nothing but the sense of his recent presence, so strongly
• 53:14
  Speaker 1: left behind about the camp, and this penetrating, all-pervading odor.
• 53:21
  Speaker 1: And even this was now rapidly disappearing in its turn.
• 53:25
  Speaker 1: In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard
• 53:29
  Speaker 1: to detect its nature and define it, but the ascertaining
• 53:33
  Speaker 1: of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once,
• 53:39
  Speaker 1: is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed.
• 53:43
  Speaker 1: It was gone before he could properly seize or name it.
• 53:47
  Speaker 1: Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it
• 53:51
  Speaker 1: was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid, rather, not unlike
• 53:56
  Speaker 1: the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and
• 53:59
  Speaker 1: not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that
• 54:04
  Speaker 1: reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth,
• 54:08
  Speaker 1: and the myriad nameless perfumes that make up the odor
• 54:10
  Speaker 1: of a big forest. Yet the odor of lions is
• 54:14
  Speaker 1: the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.
• 54:18
  Speaker 1: Then it was wholly gone, and he found himself standing
• 54:20
  Speaker 1: by the ashes of the fire, in a state of
• 54:23
  Speaker 1: amazement and stupid terror that left him the helpless prey
• 54:27
  Speaker 1: of anything that chose to happen. Had a muskrat poked
• 54:31
  Speaker 1: its pointed muzzle over a rock, or a squirrel scuttled
• 54:34
  Speaker 1: in that instant down the bark of a tree, he
• 54:37
  Speaker 1: would most likely have collapsed without more ado and fainted.
• 54:41
  Speaker 1: For he felt about the whole affair the touch somewhere
• 54:44
  Speaker 1: of a great outer horror, and his scattered powers had
• 54:48
  Speaker 1: not as yet had time to collect themselves. into a
• 54:51
  Speaker 1: definite attitude of fighting self-control. Nothing did happen, however. A
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: great kiss of wind ran softly through the awakening forest,
• 55:02
  Speaker 1: and a few maple leaves here and there rustled tremblingly
• 55:06
  Speaker 1: to earth. The sky seemed to grow suddenly much lighter.
• 55:11
  Speaker 1: Simpson felt the cool air upon his cheek and uncovered head,
• 55:15
  Speaker 1: realized that he was shivering with the cold, and making
• 55:18
  Speaker 1: a great effort, realized next that he was alone in
• 55:21
  Speaker 1: the bush, and that he was called upon to take
• 55:24
  Speaker 1: immediate steps to find and succor his vanished companion. Make
• 55:29
  Speaker 1: an effort, accordingly he did, though an ill-calculated and futile one.
• 55:34
  Speaker 1: With that wilderness of trees about him, the sheet of
• 55:37
  Speaker 1: water cutting him off behind, and the horror of that
• 55:40
  Speaker 1: wild cry in his blood, he did what any other
• 55:43
  Speaker 1: inexperienced man would have done in similar bewilderment. He ran about,
• 55:48
  Speaker 1: without any sense of direction, like a frantic child, and
• 55:51
  Speaker 1: called loudly, without ceasing, the name of the guide. Defago! Defago! Defago!
• 55:57
  Speaker 1: he yelled, and the trees gave him back the name
• 56:00
  Speaker 1: as often as he shouted, only a little softened. Defago! Defago! Defago!
• 56:07
  Speaker 1: He followed the trail that lay a short distance across
• 56:10
  Speaker 1: the patches of snow, and then lost it again, where
• 56:13
  Speaker 1: the trees grew too thickly for snow to lie. He
• 56:16
  Speaker 1: shouted till he was hoarse, until the sound of his
• 56:19
  Speaker 1: own voice in all that unanswering and listening world began
• 56:23
  Speaker 1: to frighten him. His confusion increased in direct ratio to
• 56:27
  Speaker 1: the violence of his efforts. His distress became formidably acute,
• 56:33
  Speaker 1: till at length his exertions defeated their own object, and
• 56:36
  Speaker 1: from sheer exhaustion he headed back to the camp again.
• 56:41
  Speaker 1: It remains a wonder that he ever found his way.
• 56:43
  Speaker 1: It was with great difficulty, and only after numberless false clues,
• 56:47
  Speaker 1: that he at last saw the white tent between the trees,
• 56:51
  Speaker 1: and so reached safety. Exhaustion then applied its own remedy,
• 56:57
  Speaker 1: and he grew calmer. He made the fire and breakfasted.
• 57:02
  Speaker 1: Hot coffee and bacon put a little sense in judgment
• 57:04
  Speaker 1: into him again, and he realized that he had been
• 57:07
  Speaker 1: behaving like a boy. He now made another and more
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: successful attempt to face the situation collectively. And a nature
• 57:16
  Speaker 1: naturally plucky, COMING TO HIS ASSISTANCE, HE DECIDED THAT HE
• 57:20
  Speaker 1: MUST FIRST MAKE AS THOROUGH A SEARCH AS POSSIBLE, FAILING
• 57:24
  Speaker 1: SUCCESS IN WHICH HE MUST FIND HIS WAY INTO THE
• 57:27
  Speaker 1: HOME CAMP AS BEST HE COULD AND BRING HELP. AND
• 57:31
  Speaker 1: THIS WAS WHAT HE DID. TAKING FOOD MATCHES AND RIFLE
• 57:34
  Speaker 1: WITH HIM, AND A SMALL AXE TO BLAZE THE TREES
• 57:37
  Speaker 1: AGAINST HIS RETURNED JOURNEY, HE SET FORTH. IT WAS EIGHT
• 57:41
  Speaker 1: O'CLOCK WHEN HE STARTED, THE SUN SHINING OVER THE TOPS
• 57:44
  Speaker 1: OF THE TREES, in a sky without clouds. Pinned to
• 57:48
  Speaker 1: a stake by the fire, he left a note in
• 57:51
  Speaker 1: case Defago returned while he was away. This time, according
• 57:55
  Speaker 1: to a careful plan, he took a new direction, intending
• 57:59
  Speaker 1: to make a wide sweep that must sooner or later
• 58:02
  Speaker 1: cut into the indications of the guide's trail. Before he
• 58:05
  Speaker 1: had gone a quarter of a mile, he came across
• 58:08
  Speaker 1: the tracks of a large animal in the snow, and
• 58:11
  Speaker 1: beside it the light and smaller tracks of what were
• 58:14
  Speaker 1: beyond question human feet, the feet of Defago. The relief
• 58:20
  Speaker 1: he at once experienced was natural, though brief, for at
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: first sight he saw in these tracks a simple explanation
• 58:27
  Speaker 1: of the whole matter. These big marks had surely been
• 58:30
  Speaker 1: left by a bull moose. That wind against it had
• 58:33
  Speaker 1: blundered upon the camp, and uttered its singular cry of
• 58:36
  Speaker 1: warning and alarm the moment its mistake was apparent. Defago,
• 58:40
  Speaker 1: in whom the hunting instinct was developed, to the point
• 58:43
  Speaker 1: of uncanny perfection, had scented the brute coming down the
• 58:47
  Speaker 1: wind hours before, his excitement and disappearance were due, of course,
• 58:51
  Speaker 1: to— to his— Then the impossible explanation, at which he grasped, faded,
• 58:59
  Speaker 1: as common sense showed him mercilessly, that none of this
• 59:02
  Speaker 1: was true. No guide, much less a guide like Defago,
• 59:06
  Speaker 1: could have acted in so irrational a way, going off
• 59:10
  Speaker 1: even without his rifle. The whole affair demanded a far
• 59:14
  Speaker 1: more complicated elucidation. When he remembered the details of it all,
• 59:19
  Speaker 1: the cry of terror, the amazing language, the grey face
• 59:23
  Speaker 1: of horror when his nostrils first caught the new odour,
• 59:27
  Speaker 1: that muffled sobbing in the darkness— and, for this too,
• 59:31
  Speaker 1: now came back to him dimly, the man's original aversion
• 59:35
  Speaker 1: for this particular bit of country. Besides, now that he
• 59:40
  Speaker 1: examined them closer, these were not the tracks of a
• 59:43
  Speaker 1: bull moose at all. Hank had explained to him the
• 59:47
  Speaker 1: outline of a bull's hoofs, of a cow's or calf's too,
• 59:50
  Speaker 1: for that matter. He had drawn them clearly on a
• 59:52
  Speaker 1: strip of birch bark, and these were wholly different. They
• 59:56
  Speaker 1: were big, round, ample, and with no pointed outline as
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  Speaker 1: of sharp hoofs. He wondered for a moment whether bear
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  Speaker 1: tracks were like that. There was no other animal he
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  Speaker 1: could think of, for caribou did not come so far
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  Speaker 1: south at this season, and even if they did would
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  Speaker 1: leave hoof marks. They were ominous signs, these mysterious writings
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  Speaker 1: left in the snow by the unknown creature that had
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  Speaker 1: lured a human being away from safety, and when he
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  Speaker 1: coupled them in his imagination— With that haunting sound that
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  Speaker 1: broke the stillness of the dawn, a momentary dizziness shook
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  Speaker 1: his mind, distressing him again beyond belief. He felt the
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  Speaker 1: threatening aspect of it all, and stooping down to examine
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  Speaker 1: the marks more closely, he caught a faint whiff of
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  Speaker 1: that sweet yet pungent odor that made him instantly straighten
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  Speaker 1: up again, fighting a sensation almost of nausea. Then his
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  Speaker 1: memory played him another evil trick. He suddenly recalled those
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  Speaker 1: uncovered feet projecting beyond the edge of the tent, and
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  Speaker 1: the body's appearance of having been dragged toward the opening,
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  Speaker 1: the man's shrinking from something by the door when he
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  Speaker 1: woke later. The details now beat against his trembling mind
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  Speaker 1: with concerted attack. They seemed to gather in those deep
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  Speaker 1: spaces of the silent forest about him, where the host
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  Speaker 1: of trees stood waiting, listening, watching to see what he
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  Speaker 1: would do. The woods were closing round him With the
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  Speaker 1: persistence of true pluck, however, Simpson went forward, following the
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  Speaker 1: tracks as best he could, smothering these ugly emotions that
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  Speaker 1: sought to weaken his will. He blazed innumerable trees as
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  Speaker 1: he went, ever fearful of being unable to find the
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  Speaker 1: way back, and calling aloud at intervals of a few
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  Speaker 1: seconds the name of the guide. The dull tapping of
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  Speaker 1: the axe upon the massive trunks and the unnatural accents
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  Speaker 1: of his own voice became at length sounds that he
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  Speaker 1: even dreaded to make, dreaded to hear, for they drew attention,
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  Speaker 1: without ceasing, to his presence and exact whereabouts. And if
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  Speaker 1: it were really the case that something was hunting himself
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  Speaker 1: down in the same way that he was hunting down another,
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  Speaker 1: with a strong effort, he crushed the thought out the
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  Speaker 1: instant it rose. It was the beginning, he realized. OF
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  Speaker 1: A BEWILDERMENT UTTERLY DIABOLICAL IN KIND THAT WOULD SPEEDILY DESTROY HIM.
• 1:02:28
  Speaker 1: ALTHOUGH THE SNOW WAS NOT CONTINUOUS, LYING MERELY IN SHALLOW
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  Speaker 1: FLURRIES OVER THE MORE OPEN SPACES, HE FOUND NO DIFFICULTY
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  Speaker 1: IN FOLLOWING THE TRACKS FOR THE FIRST FEW MILES. THEY
• 1:02:40
  Speaker 1: WENT STRAIGHT AS A RULED LINE WHEREVER THE TREES PERMITTED.
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  Speaker 1: THE STRIDE SOON BEGAN TO INCREASE IN LENGTH TILL IT
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  Speaker 1: FINALLY ASSUMED PROPORTIONS THAT SEEMED ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE for any ordinary
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  Speaker 1: animal to have made. Like huge flying leaps they became.
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  Speaker 1: One of these he measured, and though he knew that
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  Speaker 1: stretch of eighteen feet must be somehow wrong, he was
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  Speaker 1: at a complete loss to understand why he found no
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  Speaker 1: signs on the snow between the extreme points. But what
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  Speaker 1: perplexed him even more, making him feel his vision had
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  Speaker 1: gone utterly awry, was that Defago's stride increased in the
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  Speaker 1: same manner. and finally covered the same incredible distances. It
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  Speaker 1: looked as if the great beast had lifted him with it,
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  Speaker 1: and carried him across these astonishing intervals. Simpson, who was
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  Speaker 1: much longer in the limb, found that he could not
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  Speaker 1: compass even half the stretch by taking a running jump.
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  Speaker 1: And the sight of these huge tracks, burning side by side,
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  Speaker 1: silent evidence of a dreadful journey in which terror or
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  Speaker 1: madness had urged to impossible results, was profoundly moving. It
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  Speaker 1: shocked him in the secret depths of his soul. It
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  Speaker 1: was the most horrible thing his eyes had ever looked upon.
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  Speaker 1: He began to follow them mechanically, absentmindedly almost, ever peering
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  Speaker 1: over his shoulder to see if he, too, were being
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  Speaker 1: followed by something with a gigantic tread. And soon it
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  Speaker 1: came about that he no longer quite realized what it
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  Speaker 1: was they signified, these impressions left upon the snow by
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  Speaker 1: something nameless and untamed. always accompanied by the footmarks of
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  Speaker 1: the little French Canadian, his guide, his comrade, the man
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  Speaker 1: who had shared his tent a few hours before, chatting, laughing,
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 1: even singing by his side. PART V For a man
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  Speaker 1: of his years and inexperience, only a canny Scott, perhaps,
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  Speaker 1: grounded in common sense and established in logic, could have
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  Speaker 1: preserved even that measure of balance. that this youth somehow
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  Speaker 1: or other did manage to preserve through the whole adventure.
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  Speaker 1: Otherwise two things he presently noticed, while forging pluckily ahead,
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  Speaker 1: must have sent him headlong back to the comparative safety
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  Speaker 1: of his tent, instead of only making his hands close
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  Speaker 1: more tightly upon the rifle-stock, while his heart, trained for
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 1: the wee Kirk, sent a wordless prayer winging its way
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  Speaker 1: to heaven. Both tracks he saw had undergone a change,
• 1:05:19
  Speaker 1: and this change, so far as it concerned the footsteps
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  Speaker 1: of the man, was in some undecipherable manner appalling. It
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  Speaker 1: was in the bigger tracks he first noticed this, and
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  Speaker 1: for a long time he could not quite believe his eyes.
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  Speaker 1: Was it the blown leaves that produced odd effects of
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  Speaker 1: light and shade, or that the dry snow, drifting like
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  Speaker 1: finely ground rice about the edges, cast shadows and highlights?
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  Speaker 1: Or was it actually the fact that the great marks
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  Speaker 1: had become faintly coloured for round about the deep, plunging
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  Speaker 1: holes of the animal, there now appeared a mysterious, reddish
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  Speaker 1: tinge that was more like an effect of light than
• 1:06:00
  Speaker 1: of anything that dyed the substance of the snow itself.
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  Speaker 1: Every mark had it, and had it increasingly, this indistinct,
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  Speaker 1: fiery tinge that painted a new touch of ghastliness into
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  Speaker 1: the picture. But when, wholly unable to explain or to
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  Speaker 1: credit it, he turned his attention to the other tracks
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  Speaker 1: to discover if they too bore similar witness. He noticed
• 1:06:25
  Speaker 1: that these had meanwhile undergone a change that was infinitely worse,
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  Speaker 1: and charged with far more horrible suggestion. For in the
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  Speaker 1: last hundred yards or so, he saw that they had
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  Speaker 1: grown gradually into the semblance of the parent tread. Imperceptibly
• 1:06:41
  Speaker 1: the change had come about, yet unmistakably. It was hard
• 1:06:46
  Speaker 1: to see where the change first began. The result, however,
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 1: was beyond question. SMALLER, NEATER, MORE CLEANLY MODELED, THEY FORMED
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  Speaker 1: NOW AN EXACT AND CAREFUL DUPLICATE OF THE LARGER TRACKS
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  Speaker 1: BESIDE THEM. THE FEET THAT PRODUCED THEM HAD, THEREFORE, ALSO CHANGED,
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  Speaker 1: AND SOMETHING IN HIS MIND REARED UP WITH LOATHING AND
• 1:07:07
  Speaker 1: WITH TERROR AS HE SAW IT. SIMPSON FOR THE FIRST
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  Speaker 1: TIME HESITATED, THEN ASHAMED OF HIS ALARM AND INDECISION, TOOK
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  Speaker 1: A FEW HURRIED STEPS AHEAD. THE NEXT INSTANT STOPPED DEAD
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  Speaker 1: IN HIS TRACKS. Immediately in front of him, all signs
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  Speaker 1: of the trail ceased. Both tracks came to an abrupt end.
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  Speaker 1: On all sides, for a hundred yards and more, he
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  Speaker 1: searched in vain for the least indication of their continuance.
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  Speaker 1: There was nothing. The trees were very thick just there,
• 1:07:40
  Speaker 1: big trees all of them, spruce, cedar, hemlock. There was
• 1:07:45
  Speaker 1: no underbrush. He stood looking about him, all distraught, bereft
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 1: of any power of judgment, Then he set to work
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 1: to search again and again and yet again, but always
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  Speaker 1: with the same result. Nothing. The feet that printed the
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  Speaker 1: surface of the snow thus far had now apparently left
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  Speaker 1: the ground. And it was in that moment of distress
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  Speaker 1: and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most
• 1:08:11
  Speaker 1: nicely calculated lash about his heart. It dropped with deadly
• 1:08:15
  Speaker 1: effect upon the sorest spot of all, completely unnerving him.
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 1: He had been secretly dreading all the time that it
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 1: would come. And come it did. For overhead, muted by
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 1: great height and distance, strangely thinned and wailing, he heard
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  Speaker 1: the crying voice of Defago, the guide. The sound dropped
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  Speaker 1: upon him out of that still, wintry sky with an
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  Speaker 1: effect of dismay and terror unsurpassed. The rifle fell to
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  Speaker 1: his feet. He stood motionless an instant, listening... as it
• 1:08:49
  Speaker 1: were with his whole body, then staggered back against the
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  Speaker 1: nearest tree for support, disorganized hopelessly in mind and spirit.
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  Speaker 1: To him, in that moment, it seemed the most shattering
• 1:09:01
  Speaker 1: and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that his
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 1: heart emptied itself of all feeling whatsoever as by a
• 1:09:09
  Speaker 1: sudden draft.' Oh, oh, this fiery height! Oh, my feet
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 1: of fire! My burning feet of fire!' RAN IN FAR,
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  Speaker 1: BESEECHING ACCENTS OF INDESCRIBABLE APPEAL, THIS VOICE OF ANGUISH DOWN
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  Speaker 1: THE SKY. ONCE IT CALLED, THEN SILENCE THROUGH ALL THE
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 1: LISTENING WILDERNESS OF TREES. AND SIMPSON, SCARCELY KNOWING WHAT HE DID,
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 1: PRESENTLY FOUND HIMSELF RUNNING WILDLY TO AND FRO, SEARCHING, CALLING,
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 1: TRIPPING OVER ROOTS AND BOULDERS, AND FLINGING HIMSELF IN A
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 1: FRENZY OF UNDIRECTED PURSUIT AFTER THE CALLER. BEHIND THE SCREEN
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 1: OF MEMORY AND EMOTION, with which experience veils events, he plunged,
• 1:09:48
  Speaker 1: distracted and half deranged, picking up false lights like a
• 1:09:52
  Speaker 1: ship at sea, terror in his eyes and heart and soul,
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 1: for the panic of the wilderness had called to him
• 1:09:58
  Speaker 1: in that far voice the power of untamed distance, the
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 1: enticement of the desolation that destroys. He knew in that
• 1:10:08
  Speaker 1: moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably lost,
• 1:10:13
  Speaker 1: SUFFERING THE LOST AND TRAVAIL OF THE SOUL IN THE
• 1:10:15
  Speaker 1: FINAL LONELINESS. A VISION OF DEFAGO, ETERNALLY HUNTED, DRIVEN AND
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 1: PURSUED ACROSS THE SKYY VASTNESS OF THOSE ANCIENT FORESTS, FLED
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 1: LIKE A FLAME ACROSS THE DARK RUIN OF HIS THOUGHTS.
• 1:10:29
  Speaker 1: IT SEEMED AGES BEFORE HE COULD FIND ANYTHING IN THE
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 1: CHAOS OF HIS DISORGANIZED SENSATIONS TO WHICH HE COULD ANCHOR
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 1: HIMSELF STEADY FOR A MOMENT AND THINK. THE CRY WAS
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 1: NOT REPEATED. His own hoarse calling brought no response. The
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 1: inscrutable forces of the wild had summoned their victim beyond
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 1: recall and held him fast. Yet he searched and called,
• 1:10:53
  Speaker 1: it seems, for hours afterwards, for it was late in
• 1:10:56
  Speaker 1: the afternoon when at length he decided to abandon a
• 1:10:59
  Speaker 1: useless pursuit and return to his camp on the shores
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  Speaker 1: of fifty island water. Even then he went with reluctance,
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 1: that crying voice still echoing in his ears. With difficulty
• 1:11:12
  Speaker 1: he found his rifle and the homeward trail. The concentration
• 1:11:15
  Speaker 1: necessary to follow the badly blazed trees and a biting
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 1: hunger that gnawed helped to keep his mind steady. Otherwise,
• 1:11:23
  Speaker 1: he admits, the temporary aberration he had suffered might have
• 1:11:27
  Speaker 1: been prolonged to the point of positive disaster. Gradually the
• 1:11:32
  Speaker 1: ballast shifted back again and he regained something that approached
• 1:11:35
  Speaker 1: his normal equilibrium. But for all that, the journey through
• 1:11:40
  Speaker 1: the gathering dusk was miserably haunted. He heard innumerable following footsteps,
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 1: voices that laughed and whispered, and saw figures crouching behind
• 1:11:50
  Speaker 1: trees and boulders, making signs to one another for a
• 1:11:53
  Speaker 1: concerted attack, the moment he had passed. The creeping murmur
• 1:11:58
  Speaker 1: of the wind made him start and listen. He went stealthily,
• 1:12:01
  Speaker 1: trying to hide where possible, and making as little sound
• 1:12:05
  Speaker 1: as he could. The shadows of the woods, hitherto protective
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 1: of covering merely, had now become menacing, challenging, and the
• 1:12:13
  Speaker 1: pageantry in his frightened mind masked a host of possibilities
• 1:12:19
  Speaker 1: that were all the more ominous for being obscure. The
• 1:12:22
  Speaker 1: presentiment of a nameless doom lurked ill-concealed behind every detail
• 1:12:27
  Speaker 1: of what had happened. It was really admirable how he
• 1:12:31
  Speaker 1: emerged victor in the end. Men of riper powers and
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 1: experience might have come through the ordeal with less success—
• 1:12:39
  Speaker 1: He had himself tolerably well in hand, all things considered,
• 1:12:43
  Speaker 1: and his plan of action proves it. Sleep being absolutely
• 1:12:47
  Speaker 1: out of the question, and travelling an unknown trail in
• 1:12:50
  Speaker 1: the darkness, equally impracticable, he set up the whole of
• 1:12:54
  Speaker 1: that night, rifle in hand, before a fire he never
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 1: for a single moment allowed to die down. The severity
• 1:13:01
  Speaker 1: of the haunted vigil marked his soul for life, but
• 1:13:05
  Speaker 1: it was successfully accomplished. and with the very first signs
• 1:13:08
  Speaker 1: of dawn he set forth upon the long return journey
• 1:13:11
  Speaker 1: to the home camp to get help. As before, he
• 1:13:15
  Speaker 1: left a written note to explain his absence, and to
• 1:13:18
  Speaker 1: indicate where he had left a plentiful cache of food
• 1:13:21
  Speaker 1: and matches, though he had no expectation that any human
• 1:13:24
  Speaker 1: hands would find them. How Simpson found his way alone,
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 1: by the lake and forest, might well make a story
• 1:13:31
  Speaker 1: in itself, for to hear him tell it is to
• 1:13:35
  Speaker 1: know the passionate loneliness of soul that a man can
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  Speaker 1: feel when the wilderness holds him in the hollow of
• 1:13:41
  Speaker 1: its illimitable hand and laughs. It is also to admire
• 1:13:45
  Speaker 1: his indomitable pluck. He claims no skill, declaring that he
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 1: followed the almost invisible trail mechanically and without thinking. And
• 1:13:55
  Speaker 1: this doubtless is the truth. He relied upon the guiding
• 1:13:58
  Speaker 1: of the unconscious mind, which is instinct. Perhaps, too, some
• 1:14:03
  Speaker 1: sense of orientation, known to animals and primitive men, may
• 1:14:07
  Speaker 1: have helped as well, for through all that tangled region
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 1: he succeeded in reaching the exact spot where Defago had
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  Speaker 1: hidden the canoe nearly three days before, with the remark,
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  Speaker 1: Strike due west across the lake into the sun to
• 1:14:20
  Speaker 1: find the camp. There was not much sun left to
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 1: guide him, but he used his compass to the best
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: of his ability, embarking in the frail craft for the
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 1: last twelve miles of his journey, with a sensation of
• 1:14:32
  Speaker 1: immense relief that the forest was at last behind him,
• 1:14:36
  Speaker 1: and fortunately the water was calm. He took his line
• 1:14:39
  Speaker 1: across the center of the lake, instead of coasting round
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 1: the shores for another twenty miles. Fortunately, too, the other
• 1:14:46
  Speaker 1: hunters were back. The light of their fires furnished a
• 1:14:49
  Speaker 1: steering point without which he might have searched all night
• 1:14:52
  Speaker 1: long for the actual position of the camp. It was
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 1: close upon midnight all the same when his canoe grated
• 1:14:59
  Speaker 1: on the sandy cove, and Hank, Punk, and his uncle
• 1:15:02
  Speaker 1: were disturbed in their sleep by his cries, ran quickly
• 1:15:05
  Speaker 1: down and helped a very exhausted and broken specimen of
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 1: Scotch humanity over the rocks toward a dying fire. Section
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  Speaker 1: 3 of The Wendigo This is LibriVox Recording. All LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: Section 6 Part 6 The sudden entrance of his prosaic
• 1:15:49
  Speaker 1: uncle into this world of wizardry and horror that had
• 1:15:52
  Speaker 1: haunted him without interruption now for two days and two
• 1:15:55
  Speaker 1: nights had the immediate effect of giving to the affair
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 1: an entirely new aspect. The sound of that crisp,' Hello,
• 1:16:03
  Speaker 1: my boy, and what's up now?' and the grasp of
• 1:16:07
  Speaker 1: that dry and vigorous hand introduced another standard of judgment.
• 1:16:12
  Speaker 1: A revulsion of feeling washed through him. He realized that
• 1:16:15
  Speaker 1: he had let himself go rather badly. He even felt
• 1:16:19
  Speaker 1: vaguely ashamed of himself. The native hard-headedness of his race
• 1:16:23
  Speaker 1: reclaimed him. And this doubtless explains why he found it
• 1:16:26
  Speaker 1: so hard to tell that group round the fire everything.
• 1:16:31
  Speaker 1: He told enough, however, for the immediate decision to be
• 1:16:34
  Speaker 1: arrived at that a relief party must start at the
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 1: earliest possible moment, and that Simpson, in order to guide
• 1:16:41
  Speaker 1: it capably, must first have food, and above all, sleep. Dr. Cathcart,
• 1:16:47
  Speaker 1: observing the lad's condition more shrewdly than his patient knew,
• 1:16:52
  Speaker 1: gave him a very slight injection of morphine. For six
• 1:16:55
  Speaker 1: hours he slept like the dead. From the description carefully
• 1:16:59
  Speaker 1: written out afterwards, by this student of divinity, it appears
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 1: that the account he gave to the astonished group omitted sundry, vital,
• 1:17:08
  Speaker 1: and important details. He declares that, with his uncle's wholesome
• 1:17:12
  Speaker 1: matter-of-fact countenance staring him in the face, he simply had
• 1:17:17
  Speaker 1: not the courage to mention them. Thus all the search
• 1:17:20
  Speaker 1: party gathered, it would seem, was that Defago had suffered
• 1:17:24
  Speaker 1: in the night an acute and inexplicable attack of mania,
• 1:17:28
  Speaker 1: had imagined himself CALLED BY SOMEONE OR SOMETHING, AND HAD
• 1:17:32
  Speaker 1: PLUNGED INTO THE BUSH AFTER IT, WITHOUT FOOD OR RIFLE,
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  Speaker 1: WHERE HE MUST DIE A HORRIBLE AND LINGERING DEATH BY
• 1:17:38
  Speaker 1: COLD AND STARVATION UNLESS HE COULD BE FOUND AND RESCUED
• 1:17:42
  Speaker 1: IN TIME. IN TIME, MORE OVER, MEANT AT ONCE. IN
• 1:17:48
  Speaker 1: THE COURSE OF THE FOLLOWING DAY, HOWEVER, THEY WERE OFF
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  Speaker 1: BY SEVEN, LEAVING PUNK IN CHARGE WITH INSTRUCTIONS TO HAVE
• 1:17:54
  Speaker 1: FOOD AND FIRE ALWAYS READY. Simpson found it possible to
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 1: tell his uncle a good deal more of the story's
• 1:18:01
  Speaker 1: true inwardness, without divining that it was drawn out of him,
• 1:18:05
  Speaker 1: as a matter of fact, by a very subtle form
• 1:18:08
  Speaker 1: of cross-examination. By the time they reached the beginning of
• 1:18:11
  Speaker 1: the trail, where the canoe was laid up against the
• 1:18:14
  Speaker 1: return journey, he had mentioned how Defago spoke vaguely of
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 1: something he called a Wendigo, how he cried in his sleep,
• 1:18:23
  Speaker 1: how he imagined an unusual scent about the camp, and
• 1:18:26
  Speaker 1: had betrayed other symptoms of mental excitement. He also admitted
• 1:18:30
  Speaker 1: the bewildering effect of that extraordinary odor upon himself, pungent
• 1:18:35
  Speaker 1: and acrid like the odor of lions. And by the
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 1: time they were within an easy hour of fifty island water,
• 1:18:42
  Speaker 1: he had let slip the further fact, a foolish avowal
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 1: of his own hysterical condition, as he felt afterwards. END
• 1:18:40
  Speaker 1: CREDITS He left out the fact that they were measured
• 1:19:11
  Speaker 1: a wholly incredible distance. It seems a question nicely balanced
• 1:19:16
  Speaker 1: between individual pride and honesty, what he should reveal and
• 1:19:20
  Speaker 1: what suppress. He mentioned the fiery tinge in the snow,
• 1:19:24
  Speaker 1: for instance, yet shrank from telling that body in bed
• 1:19:28
  Speaker 1: had been partly dragged out of the tent, with the
• 1:19:30
  Speaker 1: net result that Dr. Cascard, a droid psychologist that he
• 1:19:35
  Speaker 1: fancied himself to be, had assured him clearly enough exactly
• 1:19:39
  Speaker 1: where his mind, influenced by loneliness, bewilderment, and terror, had
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 1: yielded to the strain and invited delusion. While praising his conduct,
• 1:19:49
  Speaker 1: he managed at the same time to point out where, when,
• 1:19:52
  Speaker 1: and how his mind had gone astray. He made his
• 1:19:55
  Speaker 1: nephew think himself finer than he was, by judicious praise,
• 1:20:00
  Speaker 1: yet more foolish than he was, by minimizing the value
• 1:20:03
  Speaker 1: of the evidence. LIKE MANY ANOTHER MATERIALIST, THAT IS, HE
• 1:20:08
  Speaker 1: LIED CLEVERLY ON THE BASIS OF INSUFFICIENT KNOWLEDGE, BECAUSE THE
• 1:20:12
  Speaker 1: KNOWLEDGE SUPPLIED SEEMED TO HIS OWN PARTICULAR INTELLIGENCE INADMISSIBLE. THE
• 1:20:18
  Speaker 1: SPELL OF THESE TERRIBLE SOLITUDES, HE SAID, CANNOT LEAVE ANY
• 1:20:22
  Speaker 1: MIND UNTOUCHED, ANY MIND, THAT IS, POSSESSED OF THE HIGHER
• 1:20:26
  Speaker 1: IMAGINATIVE QUALITIES. IT HAS WORKED UPON YOURS EXACTLY AS IT
• 1:20:30
  Speaker 1: WORKED UPON MINE WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE. The animal
• 1:20:33
  Speaker 1: that haunted your little camp was undoubtedly a moose, for
• 1:20:36
  Speaker 1: the belling of a moose may have, sometimes, a very
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 1: peculiar quality of sound. The colored appearance of the big
• 1:20:43
  Speaker 1: tracks was obviously a defect of vision in your own
• 1:20:46
  Speaker 1: eyes produced by excitement. The size and stretch of the
• 1:20:51
  Speaker 1: tracks we shall prove when we come to them. But
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 1: the hallucination of an audible voice, of course, is one
• 1:20:57
  Speaker 1: of the commonest forms of delusion due to mental excitement.
• 1:21:02
  Speaker 1: IN EXCITEMENT, MY DEAR BOY, PERFECTLY EXCUSABLE, AND LET ME ADD,
• 1:21:06
  Speaker 1: WONDERFULLY CONTROLLED BY YOU UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES. FOR THE REST,
• 1:21:11
  Speaker 1: I AM BOUND TO SAY, YOU HAVE ACTED WITH A
• 1:21:13
  Speaker 1: SPLENDID COURAGE, FOR THE TERROR OF FEELING ONESELF LOST IN
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 1: THIS WILDNESS IS NOTHING SHORT OF AWFUL, AND HAD I
• 1:21:20
  Speaker 1: BEEN IN YOUR PLACE, I DON'T FOR A MOMENT BELIEVE
• 1:21:23
  Speaker 1: I COULD HAVE BEHAVED WITH ONE QUARTER OF YOUR WISDOM
• 1:21:25
  Speaker 1: AND DECISION. THE ONLY THING I FIND IT UNCOMMONLY DIFFICULT
• 1:21:29
  Speaker 1: TO EXPLAIN is that damned odor. It made me feel sick,
• 1:21:35
  Speaker 1: I assure you, declared his nephew, positively dizzy. His uncle's
• 1:21:40
  Speaker 1: attitude of calm omniscience, merely because he knew more psychological formulae,
• 1:21:45
  Speaker 1: made him slightly defiant. It was so easy to be
• 1:21:49
  Speaker 1: wise in the explanation of an experience one has not
• 1:21:52
  Speaker 1: personally witnessed. A kind of desolate and terrible odor is
• 1:21:56
  Speaker 1: the only way I can describe it, he concluded. glancing
• 1:22:00
  Speaker 1: at the features of the quiet, unemotional man beside him.
• 1:22:04
  Speaker 1: I can only marvel, was the reply, that under the
• 1:22:07
  Speaker 1: circumstances it did not seem to you even worse. The
• 1:22:11
  Speaker 1: dry words Simpson knew hovered between the truth and his
• 1:22:16
  Speaker 1: uncle's interpretation of the truth. And so at last they
• 1:22:20
  Speaker 1: came to the little camp and found the tent still standing,
• 1:22:24
  Speaker 1: the remains of the fire, and the piece of paper
• 1:22:27
  Speaker 1: pinned to a stake beside it, untouched. The cache, poorly
• 1:22:32
  Speaker 1: contrived by inexperienced hands, however, had been discovered and opened
• 1:22:37
  Speaker 1: by muskrats, mink, and squirrel. The matches lay scattered about
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 1: the opening, but the food had been taken to the
• 1:22:43
  Speaker 1: last crumb.' Well, fellers, he ain't here,' exclaimed Hank loudly
• 1:22:48
  Speaker 1: after his fashion.' And that's as certain as the coal
• 1:22:51
  Speaker 1: supply down below. But whar he's got to by this
• 1:22:54
  Speaker 1: time is about as uncertain as the trade in crowns
• 1:22:57
  Speaker 1: and other place.' The presence of a divinity student was
• 1:23:01
  Speaker 1: no barrier to his language at such a time, though
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 1: for the reader's sake it may be severely edited. I propose,
• 1:23:08
  Speaker 1: he added, that we start out at once and hunt
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 1: for him like hell. The gloom of Defago's probable fate
• 1:23:15
  Speaker 1: oppressed the whole party with a sense of dreadful gravity
• 1:23:18
  Speaker 1: the moment they saw the familiar signs of recent occupancy,
• 1:23:23
  Speaker 1: especially the tent, with the bed of balsam branches still
• 1:23:26
  Speaker 1: smoothed and flattened by the pressure of his body, seemed
• 1:23:29
  Speaker 1: to bring his presence near to them. Simpson, feeling vaguely,
• 1:23:33
  Speaker 1: as if his world were somehow at stake, went about
• 1:23:36
  Speaker 1: explaining particulars in a hushed tone. He was much calmer now,
• 1:23:41
  Speaker 1: though over-wearied with the strain of his many journeys. His
• 1:23:45
  Speaker 1: uncle's method of explaining, explaining away, rather, the details still
• 1:23:50
  Speaker 1: fresh in his haunted memory, helped, too, to put ice
• 1:23:54
  Speaker 1: upon his emotions. And that's the direction he ran off in.
• 1:23:58
  Speaker 1: he said to his two companions, pointing in the direction
• 1:24:01
  Speaker 1: where the guide had vanished that morning in the grey dawn.
• 1:24:05
  Speaker 1: Straight down there he ran like a deer in between
• 1:24:08
  Speaker 1: the birch and the hemlock. Hank and Dr. Cathcart exchanged glances.
• 1:24:14
  Speaker 1: And it was about two miles down there in a
• 1:24:15
  Speaker 1: straight line, continued the other, speaking with something of the
• 1:24:19
  Speaker 1: former terror in his voice, that I followed his trail
• 1:24:22
  Speaker 1: to the place where it stopped, dead, AND WHERE YOU
• 1:24:27
  Speaker 1: HEARD HIM CALLING AND CAUGHT THE STENCH AND ALL THAT
• 1:24:29
  Speaker 1: REST OF THE WICKED ENTERTAINMENT, CRIED HANK WITH A VOLUBILITY
• 1:24:33
  Speaker 1: THAT BETRAYED HIS KEEN DISTRESS. AND WHERE YOUR EXCITEMENT OVERCAME
• 1:24:38
  Speaker 1: YOU TO THE POINT OF PRODUCING ILLUSIONS, ADDED DR. CATHCART
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 1: UNDER HIS BREATH, YET NOT SO LOW THAT HIS NEPHEW
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 1: DID NOT HEAR IT. IT WAS EARLY IN THE AFTERNOON,
• 1:24:49
  Speaker 1: FOR THEY HAD TRAVELED QUICKLY, AND THERE WAS STILL A
• 1:24:51
  Speaker 1: GOOD TWO HOURS OF DAYLIGHT LEFT. Dr. Cathcart and Hank
• 1:24:55
  Speaker 1: lost no time in beginning the search, but Simpson was
• 1:24:58
  Speaker 1: too exhausted to accompany them. They would follow the blazed
• 1:25:02
  Speaker 1: marks on the trees, and where possible, his footsteps. Meanwhile,
• 1:25:07
  Speaker 1: the best thing he could do was to keep a
• 1:25:09
  Speaker 1: good fire going and rest. But after something like three
• 1:25:13
  Speaker 1: hours' search, the darkness already down. The two men returned
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 1: to camp with nothing to report. Fresh snow had covered
• 1:25:21
  Speaker 1: all signs, and though they had followed the blazed trees
• 1:25:24
  Speaker 1: to the spot where Simpson had turned back, they had
• 1:25:27
  Speaker 1: not discovered the smallest indication of a human being, or,
• 1:25:31
  Speaker 1: for that matter, of an animal. There were no fresh
• 1:25:34
  Speaker 1: tracks of any kind. The snow lay undisturbed. It was
• 1:25:39
  Speaker 1: difficult to know what was best to do, though in
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 1: reality there was nothing more they could do. They might
• 1:25:45
  Speaker 1: stay and search for weeks without much chance of success.
• 1:25:49
  Speaker 1: The fresh snow destroyed their only hope and they gathered
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 1: round the fire for supper, a gloomy and despondent party.
• 1:25:57
  Speaker 1: The facts indeed were sad enough, for Defago had a
• 1:26:00
  Speaker 1: wife at Ratportage, and his earnings were the family's sole
• 1:26:03
  Speaker 1: means of support. Now that the whole truth and all
• 1:26:07
  Speaker 1: its ugliness was out, it seemed useless to deal in
• 1:26:10
  Speaker 1: further disguise or pretense. They talked openly of the facts
• 1:26:14
  Speaker 1: and probabilities. It was not the first time, even in
• 1:26:18
  Speaker 1: the experience of Dr. Cathcart, that a man had yielded
• 1:26:21
  Speaker 1: to the singular seduction of the solitudes, and gone out
• 1:26:25
  Speaker 1: of his mind. Defago, moreover, was predisposed to something of
• 1:26:30
  Speaker 1: the sort, for he already had a touch of melancholia
• 1:26:33
  Speaker 1: in his blood, and his fibre was weakened by bouts
• 1:26:36
  Speaker 1: of drinking that often lasted for weeks at a time.
• 1:26:40
  Speaker 1: Something on this trip, one might never know precisely what,
• 1:26:44
  Speaker 1: had sufficed to push him over the line. That was all.
• 1:26:48
  Speaker 1: and he had gone, gone off into the great wilderness
• 1:26:50
  Speaker 1: of trees and lakes, to die by starvation and exhaustion.
• 1:26:55
  Speaker 1: The chances against his finding camp again were overwhelming. The
• 1:27:00
  Speaker 1: delirium that was upon him would also doubtless have increased,
• 1:27:03
  Speaker 1: and it was quite likely he might do violence to himself,
• 1:27:06
  Speaker 1: and so hasten his cruel fate. Even while they talked, indeed,
• 1:27:11
  Speaker 1: the end had probably come. On the suggestion of Hank,
• 1:27:15
  Speaker 1: his old pal, however— they proposed to wait a little
• 1:27:18
  Speaker 1: longer and devote the whole of the following day, from
• 1:27:22
  Speaker 1: dawn to darkness, to the most systematic search they could devise.
• 1:27:27
  Speaker 1: They would divide the territory between them. They discussed their
• 1:27:30
  Speaker 1: plan in great detail. All that men could do, they
• 1:27:34
  Speaker 1: would do, and meanwhile they talked about the particular form
• 1:27:38
  Speaker 1: in which the singular panic of the wilderness had made
• 1:27:41
  Speaker 1: its attack upon the mind of the unfortunate guide. Hank,
• 1:27:46
  Speaker 1: though familiar with the legend in its general outline, obviously
• 1:27:50
  Speaker 1: did not welcome the turn the conversation had taken. He
• 1:27:54
  Speaker 1: contributed little, though that little was illuminating, for he admitted
• 1:27:59
  Speaker 1: that a story ran over all this section of the
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 1: country to the effect that several Indians had seen the
• 1:28:05
  Speaker 1: Wendigo along the shores of Fifty Island Water in the
• 1:28:09
  Speaker 1: fall of last year, and that this was the true
• 1:28:12
  Speaker 1: reason of Defago's disinclination to hunt here. Hank doubtless felt
• 1:28:18
  Speaker 1: that he had, in a sense, helped his old pal
• 1:28:20
  Speaker 1: to death by over-persuading him. When an Indian goes crazy,
• 1:28:25
  Speaker 1: he explained, talking to himself more than to the others,
• 1:28:29
  Speaker 1: it seemed it's always put down that he's seen the windigo,
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 1: and poor old Faggo was superstitious down to he very heels.
• 1:28:38
  Speaker 1: And then Simpson, feeling the atmosphere more sympathetic, told over
• 1:28:42
  Speaker 1: again the full story of his astonishing tale. He left
• 1:28:45
  Speaker 1: out no details this time. He mentioned his own sensations
• 1:28:49
  Speaker 1: and gripping fears. He only admitted the strange language used.
• 1:28:54
  Speaker 1: But Defago surely had already told you all these dreadful
• 1:28:57
  Speaker 1: details of the Wendigo legend, my dear fellow, insisted the doctor.
• 1:29:02
  Speaker 1: I mean, he had talked about it, and thus put
• 1:29:04
  Speaker 1: into your mind the ideas which your own excitement afterwards developed.
• 1:29:09
  Speaker 1: Whereupon Simpson again repeated the facts. Defago, he declared, had
• 1:29:14
  Speaker 1: barely mentioned the beast. He, Simpson, knew nothing of the story,
• 1:29:19
  Speaker 1: and as far as he remembered, had never even read
• 1:29:21
  Speaker 1: about it. Even the word was unfamiliar. Of course he
• 1:29:25
  Speaker 1: was telling the truth, and Dr. Cathcart was reluctantly compelled
• 1:29:30
  Speaker 1: to admit the singular character of the whole affair. He
• 1:29:33
  Speaker 1: did not do this in words so much as in manner, however.
• 1:29:37
  Speaker 1: He kept his back against a good stout tree. He
• 1:29:40
  Speaker 1: poked the fire into a blaze the moment it showed
• 1:29:43
  Speaker 1: signs of dying down. He was quicker than any of
• 1:29:46
  Speaker 1: them to notice the least sound in the night about them.
• 1:29:49
  Speaker 1: A fish jumping in the lake, a twig snapping in
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 1: the bush— the dropping of occasional fragments of frozen snow
• 1:29:56
  Speaker 1: from the branches overhead where the heat loosened them. His voice, too,
• 1:30:01
  Speaker 1: changed a little in quality, becoming a shade less confident,
• 1:30:06
  Speaker 1: lower also in tone. Fear, to put it plainly, hovered
• 1:30:11
  Speaker 1: close about that little camp, and though all three would
• 1:30:14
  Speaker 1: have been glad to speak of other matters, the only
• 1:30:17
  Speaker 1: thing they seemed able to discuss was this, the source
• 1:30:20
  Speaker 1: of their fear. They tried other subjects in vain. There
• 1:30:26
  Speaker 1: was nothing to say about them. Hank was the most
• 1:30:28
  Speaker 1: honest of the group. He said next to nothing. He
• 1:30:32
  Speaker 1: never once, however, turned his back to the darkness. His
• 1:30:36
  Speaker 1: face was always to the forest, and when wood was needed,
• 1:30:39
  Speaker 1: he didn't go farther than was necessary to get it.
• 1:30:45
  Speaker 1: A wall of silence wrapped them in, for the snow,
• 1:30:51
  Speaker 1: though not thick, was sufficient to deaden any noise, and
• 1:30:55
  Speaker 1: the frost held things pretty tight besides. No sound but
• 1:30:59
  Speaker 1: their voices and the soft roar of the flames made
• 1:31:01
  Speaker 1: itself heard. Only from time to time, something soft as
• 1:31:06
  Speaker 1: the flutter of a pine moth's wings went past them
• 1:31:08
  Speaker 1: through the air. No one seemed anxious to go to bed.
• 1:31:12
  Speaker 1: The hours slipped towards midnight. The legend is picturesque enough,
• 1:31:18
  Speaker 1: observed the doctor, after one of the longer pauses. speaking
• 1:31:22
  Speaker 1: to break it rather than because he had anything to say.
• 1:31:26
  Speaker 1: For the Wendigo is simply the call of the wild personified,
• 1:31:29
  Speaker 1: which some natures hear to their own destruction. That's about it,
• 1:31:34
  Speaker 1: Hank said presently, and there's no misunderstanding when you hear it.
• 1:31:38
  Speaker 1: It calls you by name, right enough. Another pause followed,
• 1:31:43
  Speaker 1: then Dr. Cathcart came back to the forbidden subject with
• 1:31:46
  Speaker 1: a rush that made the others jump. The allegory is significant.
• 1:31:51
  Speaker 1: he remarked, looking about him into the darkness. For the voice,
• 1:31:54
  Speaker 1: they say, resembles all the minor sounds of the bush, wind,
• 1:31:57
  Speaker 1: falling water, cries of the animals, and so forth. And
• 1:32:01
  Speaker 1: once the victim hears that, he's off for good, of course.
• 1:32:05
  Speaker 1: His most vulnerable points, moreover, are said to be the
• 1:32:08
  Speaker 1: feet and the eyes. The feet, you see, for the
• 1:32:11
  Speaker 1: lust of wandering, and the eyes for the lust of beauty.
• 1:32:15
  Speaker 1: The poor beggar goes out at such a dreadful speed
• 1:32:18
  Speaker 1: that he bleeds beneath the eyes, and his feet burn. Dr. Cathcart,
• 1:32:23
  Speaker 1: as he spoke, continued to peer uneasily into the surrounding gloom.
• 1:32:27
  Speaker 1: His voice sank to a hushed tone. The Wendigo, he added,
• 1:32:33
  Speaker 1: is said to burn his feet, owing to the friction
• 1:32:36
  Speaker 1: apparently caused by its tremendous velocity, till they drop off,
• 1:32:40
  Speaker 1: in new one's form exactly like its own. Simpson listened
• 1:32:45
  Speaker 1: in horrified amazement, but it was the pallor on Hank's
• 1:32:48
  Speaker 1: face that fascinated him most. he would willingly have stopped
• 1:32:52
  Speaker 1: his ears and closed his eyes had he dared.' It
• 1:32:56
  Speaker 1: don't always keep to the ground, neither,' came in Hank's slow,
• 1:32:59
  Speaker 1: heavy drawl,' for it goes so high that he thinks
• 1:33:01
  Speaker 1: the stars have set him all afire.' And it'll take
• 1:33:05
  Speaker 1: great thumping jumps sometimes,' and run along the tops of
• 1:33:08
  Speaker 1: the trees, carrying its partner with it,' and then dropping him,
• 1:33:12
  Speaker 1: just as a fish-hawk'll drop a pickerel to kill it
• 1:33:14
  Speaker 1: before eating.' And its food, of all the muck in
• 1:33:17
  Speaker 1: the whole bush, is moss.' and he laughed a short,
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 1: unnatural laugh.' It' s a moss-eater,' is the Wendigo,' he added,
• 1:33:27
  Speaker 1: looking up excitedly into the faces of his companions.' Moss- eater,'
• 1:33:31
  Speaker 1: he repeated, with a string of the most outlandish oaths
• 1:33:35
  Speaker 1: he could invent. But Simpson now understood the true purpose
• 1:33:39
  Speaker 1: of all this talk. What these two men, each strong
• 1:33:42
  Speaker 1: and experienced in his own way, dreaded more than anything else,
• 1:33:47
  Speaker 1: was silence. They were talking against time, They were also
• 1:33:51
  Speaker 1: talking against darkness, against the invasion of panic, against the
• 1:33:56
  Speaker 1: admission reflection might bring that they were in an enemy's country,
• 1:34:00
  Speaker 1: against anything in fact, rather than allow their inmost thoughts
• 1:34:04
  Speaker 1: to assume control. He himself, already initiated by the awful
• 1:34:09
  Speaker 1: vigil with terror, was beyond both of them in this respect.
• 1:34:13
  Speaker 1: He had reached the stage where he was immune. But
• 1:34:16
  Speaker 1: these two, the scoffing analytical doctor— and the honest, dogged
• 1:34:21
  Speaker 1: backwoodsmen each sat trembling in the depths of his being.
• 1:34:26
  Speaker 1: Thus the hours passed, and thus, with lowered voices and
• 1:34:29
  Speaker 1: a kind of taut inner resistance of spirit, this little
• 1:34:32
  Speaker 1: group of humanity sat in the jaws of the wilderness
• 1:34:36
  Speaker 1: and talked foolishly of the terrible and haunting legend. It
• 1:34:40
  Speaker 1: was an unequal contest, all things considered, for the wilderness
• 1:34:44
  Speaker 1: had already the advantage of first attack, and of a hostage.
• 1:34:49
  Speaker 1: the fate of their comrade hung over them with a
• 1:34:51
  Speaker 1: steadily increasing weight of oppression that finally became insupportable. It
• 1:34:57
  Speaker 1: was Hank, after a pause longer than the preceding ones
• 1:35:00
  Speaker 1: that no one seemed able to break, who first let
• 1:35:03
  Speaker 1: loose all this pent-up emotion in very unexpected fashion, by
• 1:35:08
  Speaker 1: springing suddenly to his feet and letting out the most
• 1:35:10
  Speaker 1: ear-shattering yell imaginable into the night. He could not contain
• 1:35:15
  Speaker 1: himself any longer, it seemed. To make it carry even
• 1:35:19
  Speaker 1: beyond an ordinary cry, he interrupted its rhythm by shaking
• 1:35:22
  Speaker 1: the palm of his hand before his mouth. That's for Defago,
• 1:35:27
  Speaker 1: he said, looking down at the other two with a queer,
• 1:35:29
  Speaker 1: defiant laugh. For it's my belief, the sandwiched oaths may
• 1:35:34
  Speaker 1: be omitted, that my old partner's not far from us
• 1:35:37
  Speaker 1: at this very minute. It was a vehemence and a
• 1:35:41
  Speaker 1: recklessness about his performance that made Simpson, too, start to
• 1:35:45
  Speaker 1: his feet in amazement. and betrayed even the doctor into
• 1:35:48
  Speaker 1: letting the pipe slip from between his lips. Hank's face
• 1:35:52
  Speaker 1: was ghastly, but Cathcart's showed a sudden weakness, a loosening
• 1:35:56
  Speaker 1: of all his faculties, as it were. Then a momentary
• 1:36:00
  Speaker 1: anger blazed into his eyes, and he too, though with
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 1: deliberation born of habitual self-control, got upon his feet and
• 1:36:07
  Speaker 1: faced the excited guide, for this was unpermissible, foolish, dangerous,
• 1:36:13
  Speaker 1: and he meant to stop it in the bud. What
• 1:36:16
  Speaker 1: might have happened in the next minute or two, one
• 1:36:18
  Speaker 1: may speculate about, yet never definitely know, for in the
• 1:36:22
  Speaker 1: instant of profound silence that followed Hank's roaring voice, and
• 1:36:27
  Speaker 1: as though in answer to it, something went past through
• 1:36:30
  Speaker 1: the darkness of the sky overhead at terrific speed, something
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 1: of necessity very large, for it displaced much air, while
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 1: down between the trees there fell a faint and windy
• 1:36:42
  Speaker 1: cry of a human voice,' calling in tones of indescribable
• 1:36:46
  Speaker 1: anguish and appeal.' Oh, oh, this fiery height!' Oh, oh,
• 1:36:51
  Speaker 1: my feet of fire, my burning feet of fire!'' White
• 1:36:56
  Speaker 1: to the very edge of his shirt,' Hank looked stupidly
• 1:36:59
  Speaker 1: about him, like a child.' Dr. Cathcart uttered some kind
• 1:37:03
  Speaker 1: of unintelligible cry,' turning as he did so,' with an
• 1:37:06
  Speaker 1: instinctive movement of blind terror' towards the protection of the tent,'
• 1:37:10
  Speaker 1: then halting in the act as though frozen.' SIMPSON ALONE
• 1:37:14
  Speaker 1: OF THE THREE RETAINED HIS PRESENCE OF MIND A LITTLE.
• 1:37:18
  Speaker 1: HIS OWN HORROR WAS TOO DEEP TO ALLOW ANY IMMEDIATE REACTION.
• 1:37:21
  Speaker 1: HE HAD HEARD THAT CRY BEFORE. TURNING TO HIS STRICKEN COMPANIONS,
• 1:37:26
  Speaker 1: HE SAID ALMOST CARMLY,' THAT' S EXACTLY THE CRY I HEARD,
• 1:37:31
  Speaker 1: THE VERY WORDS HE USED.' THEN LIFTING HIS FACE TO
• 1:37:35
  Speaker 1: THE SKY, HE CRIED ALOUD,' DEFAGO! DEFAGO! COME DOWN HERE
• 1:37:39
  Speaker 1: TO US! COME DOWN!' And before there was time for
• 1:37:43
  Speaker 1: anybody to take definite action one way or another, there
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 1: came the sound of something dropping heavily between the trees,
• 1:37:50
  Speaker 1: striking the branches on the way down, and landing with
• 1:37:53
  Speaker 1: a dreadful thud upon the frozen earth below. The crash
• 1:37:57
  Speaker 1: and thunder of it was really terrific.' That' s him! So
• 1:38:02
  Speaker 1: help me God!' came from Hank, in a whispering cry half-choked,
• 1:38:07
  Speaker 1: his hand going automatically toward the hunting-knife in his belt,
• 1:38:12
  Speaker 1: and he's coming, he's coming, he added with an irrational
• 1:38:15
  Speaker 1: laugh of horror, as the sounds of heavy footsteps crunching
• 1:38:19
  Speaker 1: over the snow became distinctly audible, approaching through the blackness
• 1:38:23
  Speaker 1: towards the circle of light. And while the steps, with
• 1:38:27
  Speaker 1: their stumbling motion, moved nearer and nearer upon them, the
• 1:38:31
  Speaker 1: three men stood round that fire, motionless and dumb. Dr.
• 1:38:35
  Speaker 1: Cathcart had the appearance of a man suddenly withered. Even
• 1:38:39
  Speaker 1: his eyes did not move. Hank, suffering shockingly, seemed on
• 1:38:44
  Speaker 1: the verge again of violent action, yet did nothing. He
• 1:38:48
  Speaker 1: too was hewn of stone. Little stricken children they seemed.
• 1:38:52
  Speaker 1: The picture was hideous, and meanwhile, their owner still invisible,
• 1:38:57
  Speaker 1: the footsteps came closer, crunching the frozen snow. It was endless,
• 1:39:02
  Speaker 1: too prolonged to be quite real, this measured and pitiless approach.
• 1:39:07
  Speaker 1: It was accursed. Then at length the darkness, having thus
• 1:39:17
  Speaker 1: laboriously conceived, brought forth a figure. It drew forward into
• 1:39:22
  Speaker 1: the zone of uncertain light, where fire and shadows mingled,
• 1:39:26
  Speaker 1: not ten feet away, then halted, staring at them fixedly.
• 1:39:31
  Speaker 1: The same instant it started forward again, with spasmodic motion
• 1:39:35
  Speaker 1: as of a thing moved by wires, and coming up
• 1:39:38
  Speaker 1: closer to them, full into the glare of the fire,
• 1:39:41
  Speaker 1: they perceived then that it was a man, and apparently
• 1:39:46
  Speaker 1: that this man was Defago. Something like a skin of
• 1:39:51
  Speaker 1: horror almost perceptibly drew down in that moment over every face,
• 1:39:56
  Speaker 1: and three pairs of eyes shone through it as though
• 1:39:59
  Speaker 1: they saw across the frontiers of normal vision into the unknown.
• 1:40:04
  Speaker 1: Defago advanced, his tread faltering and uncertain. He made his
• 1:40:08
  Speaker 1: way straight up to them as a group first, then
• 1:40:11
  Speaker 1: turned sharply and peered close into the face of Simpson.
• 1:40:15
  Speaker 1: The sound of a voice issued from his lips. Here
• 1:40:19
  Speaker 1: I am, Boss Simpson. I heard someone calling me. It
• 1:40:23
  Speaker 1: was a faint, dried-up voice, made wheezy and breathless as
• 1:40:26
  Speaker 1: by immense exertion. I'm having a regular hellfire kind of
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 1: a trip, I am. And he laughed, thrusting his head
• 1:40:34
  Speaker 1: forward into the other's face. But that laugh started the
• 1:40:38
  Speaker 1: machinery of the group of waxwork figures with the wax-white skins.
• 1:40:43
  Speaker 1: Hank immediately sprang forward with a stream of oaths so
• 1:40:46
  Speaker 1: far-fetched that Simpson did not recognize them as English at all,
• 1:40:50
  Speaker 1: but thought he had lapsed into Indian or some other lingo.
• 1:40:54
  Speaker 1: He only realized that Hank's presence, thrust thus between them,
• 1:40:58
  Speaker 1: was welcome, uncommonly welcome. Dr. Cathcart, though more calmly and leisurely,
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 1: advanced behind him, heavily stumbling. Simpson seems hazy as to
• 1:41:09
  Speaker 1: what was actually said and done in those next few seconds,
• 1:41:13
  Speaker 1: for the eyes of that detestable and blasted visage appearing
• 1:41:16
  Speaker 1: at such close quarters into his own, utterly bewildered his
• 1:41:19
  Speaker 1: senses at first. He merely stood still. He said nothing.
• 1:41:24
  Speaker 1: He had not the trained will of the older men
• 1:41:27
  Speaker 1: that forced them into action, in defiance of all emotional stress.
• 1:41:32
  Speaker 1: He watched them moving as behind a glass that half
• 1:41:34
  Speaker 1: destroyed their reality. It was dreamlike, perverted. Yet through the
• 1:41:39
  Speaker 1: torrent of Hank's meaningless phrases, he remembers hearing his uncle's
• 1:41:44
  Speaker 1: tone of authority, hard and forced, saying several things about
• 1:41:48
  Speaker 1: food and warmth, blankets, whiskey, and the rest, and further,
• 1:41:52
  Speaker 1: that whiffs of that penetrating, unaccustomed odor, vile yet sweetly bewildering,
• 1:41:57
  Speaker 1: assailed his nostrils during all that followed. It was no
• 1:42:02
  Speaker 1: less a person than himself, however, less experienced and adroit
• 1:42:05
  Speaker 1: than the others though he was, who gave instinctive utterance
• 1:42:09
  Speaker 1: to the sentence that brought a measure of relief into
• 1:42:12
  Speaker 1: the ghastly situation. by expressing the doubt and thought in
• 1:42:15
  Speaker 1: each one's heart.' It is you, isn't it, Defago?' he
• 1:42:23
  Speaker 1: asked under his breath, horror breaking his speech. And at
• 1:42:28
  Speaker 1: once Cathcart burst out with the loud answer before the
• 1:42:31
  Speaker 1: other had time to move his lips.' Of course it is,
• 1:42:34
  Speaker 1: of course it is, only can't you see he's nearly
• 1:42:37
  Speaker 1: dead with exhaustion, cold and terror? Isn't that enough to
• 1:42:41
  Speaker 1: change a man beyond all recognition?' It was said in
• 1:42:45
  Speaker 1: order to convince himself as much as to convince the others.
• 1:42:48
  Speaker 1: The overemphasis alone proved that. And continually, while he spoke
• 1:42:53
  Speaker 1: and acted, he held the handkerchief to his nose. That
• 1:42:57
  Speaker 1: odor pervaded the whole camp. For the Defago who sat
• 1:43:01
  Speaker 1: huddled by the big fire, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot
• 1:43:05
  Speaker 1: whiskey and holding food in wasted hands, was no more
• 1:43:09
  Speaker 1: like the guide they had last seen alive than the
• 1:43:12
  Speaker 1: picture of a man of sixty, is like a derogotype
• 1:43:15
  Speaker 1: of his early youth in the costume of another generation.
• 1:43:19
  Speaker 1: Nothing really can describe that ghastly caricature, that parody, masquerading
• 1:43:25
  Speaker 1: there in the firelight as Defago. From the ruins of
• 1:43:29
  Speaker 1: the dark and awful memories he still retains, Simpson declares
• 1:43:33
  Speaker 1: that the face was more animal than human, the features
• 1:43:36
  Speaker 1: drawn about into wrong proportions, the skin loose and hanging,
• 1:43:41
  Speaker 1: as though he had been subjected to extraordinary pressures and tensions.
• 1:43:45
  Speaker 1: It made him think vaguely of those bladder-faces blown up
• 1:43:48
  Speaker 1: by the hawkers on Ludgate Hill that change their expression
• 1:43:52
  Speaker 1: as they swell and as they collapse amid a faint
• 1:43:55
  Speaker 1: and wailing imitation of a voice. Both face and voice
• 1:44:00
  Speaker 1: suggested some such abominable resemblance. But Cathcart, long afterwards, seeking
• 1:44:07
  Speaker 1: to describe the indescribable, asserts that thus might have looked
• 1:44:11
  Speaker 1: a face and body that had been an air so
• 1:44:13
  Speaker 1: rarefied that the weight of atmosphere being removed, the entire
• 1:44:18
  Speaker 1: structure threatened to fly asunder and become incoherent. It was Hank, though,
• 1:44:24
  Speaker 1: all distraught and shaking with a tearing volume of emotion
• 1:44:27
  Speaker 1: he could neither handle nor understand, who brought things to
• 1:44:32
  Speaker 1: a head without much ado. He went off to a
• 1:44:35
  Speaker 1: little distance from the fire, apparently so that the light
• 1:44:38
  Speaker 1: should not dazzle him too much, and shading his eyes
• 1:44:41
  Speaker 1: for a moment with both hands, shouted in a loud
• 1:44:44
  Speaker 1: voice that held anger and affection dreadfully mingled, You ain't Defago.
• 1:44:49
  Speaker 1: You ain't Defago at all. I don't give a damn,
• 1:44:52
  Speaker 1: but that ain't you, my old pal of twenty years.
• 1:44:56
  Speaker 1: He glared upon the huddled figure as though he would
• 1:44:58
  Speaker 1: destroy him with his eyes. And if it is, I'll
• 1:45:01
  Speaker 1: swab the floor of hell with a water-cotton wool and
• 1:45:04
  Speaker 1: a toothpick. So help me the good God, he added
• 1:45:07
  Speaker 1: with a violent fling of horror and disgust. It was
• 1:45:10
  Speaker 1: impossible to silence him. He stood there, shouting like one possessed.
• 1:45:15
  Speaker 1: Horrible to see, horrible to hear. Because it was the truth.
• 1:45:20
  Speaker 1: He repeated himself in fifty different ways, each more outlandish
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 1: than the last. The woods rang with echoes. At one
• 1:45:28
  Speaker 1: time it looked as if he meant to fling himself
• 1:45:29
  Speaker 1: upon the intruder. for his hand continually jerked towards the
• 1:45:33
  Speaker 1: long hunting-knife in his belt. But in the end he
• 1:45:37
  Speaker 1: did nothing, and the whole tempest completed itself very shortly
• 1:45:41
  Speaker 1: with tears. Hank's voice suddenly broke, he collapsed on the ground,
• 1:45:45
  Speaker 1: and Cathcart, somehow or other, persuaded him at last to
• 1:45:49
  Speaker 1: go into the tent and lie quiet. The remainder of
• 1:45:53
  Speaker 1: the affair, indeed, was witnessed by him from behind the canvas.
• 1:45:58
  Speaker 1: his white and terrified face peeping through the crack of
• 1:46:00
  Speaker 1: the tent door flap. Then Dr. Cathcart, closely followed by
• 1:46:04
  Speaker 1: his nephew, who so far had kept his courage better
• 1:46:07
  Speaker 1: than all of them, went up with a determined air
• 1:46:11
  Speaker 1: and stood opposite to the figure of Defago, huddled over
• 1:46:13
  Speaker 1: the fire. He looked him squarely in the face and spoke.
• 1:46:18
  Speaker 1: At first his voice was firm. Defago, tell us what's happened.
• 1:46:23
  Speaker 1: Just a little, so that we can know how best
• 1:46:25
  Speaker 1: to help you. he asked in a tone of authority
• 1:46:29
  Speaker 1: almost of command. And at that point it was command.
• 1:46:34
  Speaker 1: At once afterwards, however, it changed in quality, for the
• 1:46:38
  Speaker 1: figure turned up to him a face so piteous, so terrible,
• 1:46:42
  Speaker 1: and so little like humanity, that the doctor shrank back
• 1:46:45
  Speaker 1: from him, as from something spiritually unclean. Simpson, watching close
• 1:46:50
  Speaker 1: behind him, says he got the impression of a mask
• 1:46:54
  Speaker 1: that was on the verge of dropping off. and that
• 1:46:56
  Speaker 1: underneath they would discover something black and diabolical, revealed in
• 1:47:00
  Speaker 1: utter nakedness.' Out with it, man! Out with it!' Cathcart cried,
• 1:47:07
  Speaker 1: terror running neck and neck with entreaty.' None of us
• 1:47:10
  Speaker 1: can stay in this much longer!' It was the cry
• 1:47:13
  Speaker 1: of instinct over reason. And then Defago, smiling whitely, answered
• 1:47:20
  Speaker 1: in that thin and fading voice that already seemed passing
• 1:47:23
  Speaker 1: over into a sound of quite another character. I seen
• 1:47:27
  Speaker 1: that great Wendigo thing, he whispered, sniffing the air about
• 1:47:31
  Speaker 1: him exactly like an animal. I been with it, too.
• 1:47:35
  Speaker 1: Whether the poor devil would have said more, or whether Dr.
• 1:47:39
  Speaker 1: Cathcart would have continued the impossible cross-examination, cannot be known,
• 1:47:44
  Speaker 1: for at that moment the voice of Hank was heard
• 1:47:47
  Speaker 1: yelling at the top of his voice from behind the
• 1:47:49
  Speaker 1: canvas that concealed all but his terrified eyes. Such a
• 1:47:54
  Speaker 1: howling was never heard, His feet! Oh, God, his feet!
• 1:47:58
  Speaker 1: Look at his great changed feet!' Defago, shuffling where he sat,
• 1:48:04
  Speaker 1: had moved in such a way that for the first
• 1:48:06
  Speaker 1: time his legs were in full light and his feet
• 1:48:09
  Speaker 1: were visible. Yet Simpson had no time himself to see
• 1:48:13
  Speaker 1: properly what Hank had seen, and Hank has never seen
• 1:48:16
  Speaker 1: fit to tell. That same instant, with a leap like
• 1:48:19
  Speaker 1: that of a frightened tiger, Cathcart was upon him, bundling
• 1:48:23
  Speaker 1: the folds of blanket about his legs with such speed
• 1:48:26
  Speaker 1: that the young student caught little more than a passing
• 1:48:28
  Speaker 1: glimpse of something dark and oddly amassed, where moccasined feet
• 1:48:32
  Speaker 1: ought to have been, and saw even that but with
• 1:48:34
  Speaker 1: uncertain vision. Then, before the doctor had time to do more,
• 1:48:39
  Speaker 1: Or Simpson, time to even think a question, much less
• 1:48:42
  Speaker 1: ask it. Defaga was standing upright in front of them,
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 1: balancing with pain and difficulty, and upon his shapeless and
• 1:48:50
  Speaker 1: twisted visage an expression so dark and so malicious that
• 1:48:54
  Speaker 1: it was, in the true sense, monstrous. Now you've seen it, too,
• 1:49:00
  Speaker 1: he wheezed. You've seen my fiery burning feet. And now,
• 1:49:04
  Speaker 1: that is, unless you can save me and prevent, it's
• 1:49:06
  Speaker 1: about time for her. His piteous and beseeching voice was
• 1:49:11
  Speaker 1: interrupted by a sound that was like the roar of
• 1:49:13
  Speaker 1: wind coming across the lake. The trees overhead shook their
• 1:49:17
  Speaker 1: tangled branches. The blazing fire bent its flame as before
• 1:49:21
  Speaker 1: a blast, and something swept with a terrific, rushing noise
• 1:49:25
  Speaker 1: about the little camp and seemed to surround it entirely
• 1:49:29
  Speaker 1: in a single moment of time. Defago shook the clinging
• 1:49:32
  Speaker 1: blankets from his body, turned towards the woods behind, and
• 1:49:36
  Speaker 1: with the same stumbling motion that had brought him was gone.
• 1:49:41
  Speaker 1: Gone before anyone could move muscle to prevent him. Gone
• 1:49:45
  Speaker 1: with an amazing blundering swiftness that left no time to act.
• 1:49:49
  Speaker 1: The darkness positively swallowed him, and less than a dozen
• 1:49:53
  Speaker 1: seconds later, above the roar of the swaying trees and
• 1:49:56
  Speaker 1: the shout of the sudden wind, all three men, watching
• 1:50:00
  Speaker 1: and listening with stricken hearts, heard a cry that seemed
• 1:50:03
  Speaker 1: to drop down upon them from a great height of
• 1:50:06
  Speaker 1: sky and distance. Oh, oh, this fiery height! Oh, oh,
• 1:50:12
  Speaker 1: my feet of fire, my burning feet of fire! Then
• 1:50:16
  Speaker 1: died away into untold space and silence. Dr. Cathcart, suddenly
• 1:50:22
  Speaker 1: master of himself, and therefore of the others, was just
• 1:50:26
  Speaker 1: able to seize Hank violently by the arm as he
• 1:50:29
  Speaker 1: tried to dash headlong into the bush. BUT I WANT
• 1:50:32
  Speaker 1: TO KNOW. YOU, SHRINKED THE GUIDE, I WANT TO SEE.
• 1:50:36
  Speaker 1: THAT AIN'T HIM AT ALL, BUT SOME DEVIL THAT'S SHUNTED
• 1:50:39
  Speaker 1: INTO HIS PLACE. SOMEHOW OR OTHER, HE ADMITS HE NEVER
• 1:50:43
  Speaker 1: QUITE KNEW HOW HE ACCOMPLISHED IT. HE MANAGED TO KEEP
• 1:50:47
  Speaker 1: HIM IN THE TENT AND PACIFY HIM. THE DOCTOR APPARENTLY
• 1:50:50
  Speaker 1: HAD REACHED THE STAGE WHERE REACTION HAD SET IN AND
• 1:50:54
  Speaker 1: ALLOWED HIS OWN INATE FORCE TO CONQUER. CERTAINLY HE MANAGED
• 1:50:58
  Speaker 1: HANK ADMIRABLY. IT WAS HIS NEPHEW, HOWEVER. hitherto so wonderfully controlled,
• 1:51:05
  Speaker 1: who gave him most cause for anxiety, for the cumulative
• 1:51:08
  Speaker 1: strain had now produced a condition of lacrimose hysteria which
• 1:51:13
  Speaker 1: made it necessary to isolate him upon a bed of
• 1:51:15
  Speaker 1: boughs and blankets as far removed from Hank as was
• 1:51:19
  Speaker 1: possible under the circumstances. And there he lay, as the
• 1:51:22
  Speaker 1: watches of that haunted night passed over the lonely camp,
• 1:51:26
  Speaker 1: crying startled sentences and fragments of sentences into the folds
• 1:51:31
  Speaker 1: of his blanket, A quantity of gibberish about speed and
• 1:51:34
  Speaker 1: height and fire mingled oddly with biblical memories of the classroom.
• 1:51:39
  Speaker 1: People with broken faces all on fire are coming at
• 1:51:42
  Speaker 1: a most awful, awful pace towards the camp. He would
• 1:51:45
  Speaker 1: moan one minute, and the next would sit up and
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 1: stare into the woods, intently listening, and whisper, How terrible
• 1:51:52
  Speaker 1: in the wilderness are the feet of them that... until
• 1:51:56
  Speaker 1: his uncle came across to change the direction of his
• 1:51:59
  Speaker 1: thoughts and comfort him. The hysteria... Fortunately, proved but temporary,
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 1: sleep cured him just as it cured Hank. Till the
• 1:52:09
  Speaker 1: first signs of daylight came, soon after five o'clock, Dr.
• 1:52:13
  Speaker 1: Cathcart kept his vigil. His face was the color of chalk,
• 1:52:18
  Speaker 1: and there were strange flushes beneath the eyes. An appalling
• 1:52:21
  Speaker 1: terror of the soul battled with his will all through
• 1:52:24
  Speaker 1: those silent hours. These were some of the outer signs.
• 1:52:29
  Speaker 1: At dawn he lit the fire himself, made breakfast, and
• 1:52:31
  Speaker 1: woke the others, and by seven they were well on
• 1:52:34
  Speaker 1: their way back to the home camp. Three perplexed and
• 1:52:38
  Speaker 1: afflicted men, but each in his own way, having reduced
• 1:52:41
  Speaker 1: his inner turmoil to a condition of more or less
• 1:52:45
  Speaker 1: systematized order again. They talked little, and then only of
• 1:52:55
  Speaker 1: the most wholesome and common things. for their minds were
• 1:52:59
  Speaker 1: charged with painful thoughts that clamored for explanation, though no
• 1:53:03
  Speaker 1: one dared refer to them. Hank, being nearest to primitive conditions,
• 1:53:09
  Speaker 1: was the first to find himself, for he was also
• 1:53:12
  Speaker 1: less complex. In Dr. Cathcart, civilization championed his forces against
• 1:53:17
  Speaker 1: an attack, singular enough. To this day, perhaps, he is
• 1:53:21
  Speaker 1: not quite sure of certain things. Anyhow, he took longer
• 1:53:25
  Speaker 1: to find himself. Simpson the student of divinity. It was
• 1:53:30
  Speaker 1: who arranged his conclusions probably with the best, though not
• 1:53:33
  Speaker 1: most scientific, appearance of order. Out there, in the heart
• 1:53:38
  Speaker 1: of unreclaimed wilderness, they had surely witnessed something crudely and
• 1:53:42
  Speaker 1: essentially primitive, something that had survived somehow the advance of humanity,
• 1:53:47
  Speaker 1: had emerged terrifically, betraying a scale of life still monstrous
• 1:53:52
  Speaker 1: and immature. He envisaged it, rather as a glimpse into
• 1:53:56
  Speaker 1: prehistoric ages, when superstitions, gigantic and uncouth, still oppressed the
• 1:54:02
  Speaker 1: hearts of men, when the forces of nature were still untamed,
• 1:54:07
  Speaker 1: the powers that may have haunted a primeval universe not
• 1:54:10
  Speaker 1: yet withdrawn. To this day he thinks of what he
• 1:54:13
  Speaker 1: termed years later in a sermon, savage, informatable potencies lurking
• 1:54:18
  Speaker 1: behind the souls of men, not evil perhaps in themselves,
• 1:54:23
  Speaker 1: yet instinctively hostile to humanity. as it exists. Hence his
• 1:54:28
  Speaker 1: uncle never discussed the matter in detail, for the barrier
• 1:54:31
  Speaker 1: between the two types of mind made it difficult. Only once,
• 1:54:35
  Speaker 1: years later, something led them to the frontier of the subject,
• 1:54:38
  Speaker 1: of a single detail of the subject, rather. Can't you
• 1:54:43
  Speaker 1: even tell me what they were like? he asked, and
• 1:54:47
  Speaker 1: the reply, though conceived in wisdom, was not encouraging. It
• 1:54:52
  Speaker 1: is far better you should not try to know or
• 1:54:54
  Speaker 1: to find out Well, that odor, persisted the nephew. What
• 1:54:59
  Speaker 1: do you make of that? Dr. Cathcart looked at him
• 1:55:02
  Speaker 1: and raised his eyebrows. Odors, he replied, are not so
• 1:55:06
  Speaker 1: easy as sounds and sights of telepathic communication. I make
• 1:55:10
  Speaker 1: as much, or as little, probably, as you do yourself.
• 1:55:14
  Speaker 1: He was not quite so glib as usual with his explanations.
• 1:55:18
  Speaker 1: That was all. At the fall of day, cold, exhausted, famished,
• 1:55:25
  Speaker 1: The party came to the end of the long portage
• 1:55:28
  Speaker 1: and dragged themselves into a camp that at first glimpse
• 1:55:31
  Speaker 1: seemed empty. Fire there was none, and no punk came
• 1:55:36
  Speaker 1: forward to welcome them. The emotional capacity of all three
• 1:55:39
  Speaker 1: was too overspent to recognize either surprise or annoyance, but
• 1:55:44
  Speaker 1: the cry of spontaneous affection that burst from the lips
• 1:55:48
  Speaker 1: of Hank as he rushed ahead of them towards the
• 1:55:50
  Speaker 1: fireplace came probably as a warning to that the end
• 1:55:54
  Speaker 1: of the amazing affair was not quite yet. And both
• 1:55:58
  Speaker 1: Cathcart and his nephew confessed afterwards that when they saw
• 1:56:02
  Speaker 1: him kneel down in his excitement and embrace something that reclined,
• 1:56:06
  Speaker 1: gently moving, beside the extinguished ashes, they felt in their
• 1:56:10
  Speaker 1: very bones that this something would prove to be Defago.
• 1:56:16
  Speaker 1: The true Defago returned. And so indeed it was. It
• 1:56:23
  Speaker 1: is soon told, exhausted to the point of emaciation, the French-Canadian,
• 1:56:28
  Speaker 1: what was left of him, that is, fumbled among the ashes,
• 1:56:31
  Speaker 1: trying to make a fire. His body crouched there, the
• 1:56:36
  Speaker 1: weak fingers obeying feebly the instinctive habit of a lifetime
• 1:56:39
  Speaker 1: with twigs and matches. But there was no longer any
• 1:56:43
  Speaker 1: mind to direct the simple operation. The mind had fled
• 1:56:47
  Speaker 1: beyond recall, and with it, too, had fled memory. Not
• 1:56:51
  Speaker 1: only recent events, but all previous life was a blank.
• 1:56:56
  Speaker 1: This time it was the real man, though incredibly and
• 1:56:58
  Speaker 1: horribly shrunken. On his face was no expression of any
• 1:57:02
  Speaker 1: kind whatever, fear, welcome, or recognition. He did not seem
• 1:57:07
  Speaker 1: to know who it was that embraced him, or who
• 1:57:11
  Speaker 1: it was that fed, warmed, and spoke to him the
• 1:57:13
  Speaker 1: words of comfort and relief. Forlorn and broken beyond all
• 1:57:17
  Speaker 1: reach of human aid, the little man did meekly as
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  Speaker 1: he was bitten. The something that had constituted him individual
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  Speaker 1: had vanished forever. In some ways it was more terribly
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  Speaker 1: moving than anything they had yet seen. That idiot smiled
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  Speaker 1: as he drew wads of coarse moss from his swollen cheeks,
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  Speaker 1: and told them that he was a damned moss-eater. The
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  Speaker 1: continued vomiting of even the simplest food, and worst of all,
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  Speaker 1: the piteous and childish voice of complaint, and which he
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  Speaker 1: told them that his feet pained him, burned like fire,
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  Speaker 1: which was natural enough when Dr. Cathcart examined them and
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  Speaker 1: found that both were dreadfully frozen. Beneath the eyes they
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  Speaker 1: were faint indications of recent bleeding. The details of how
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  Speaker 1: he survived the prolonged exposure, of where he had been,
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  Speaker 1: or of how he had covered the great distance from
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  Speaker 1: one camp to the other, including an immense detour of
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  Speaker 1: the lake on foot since he had no canoe, all
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  Speaker 1: this remains unknown. His memory had vanished completely, and before
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  Speaker 1: the end of the winter, whose beginning witnessed this strange occurrence, Defago,
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  Speaker 1: bereft of mind, memory, and soul, had gone with it.
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  Speaker 1: He lingered only a few weeks. And what Punk was
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  Speaker 1: able to contribute to the story throws no further light
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  Speaker 1: upon it. He was cleaning fish by the lakeshore about
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  Speaker 1: five o'clock in the evening, an hour, that is, before
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  Speaker 1: the search party returned, when he saw this shadow of
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  Speaker 1: the guide picking its way weakly into camp. In advance
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  Speaker 1: of him, he declares, came the faint whiff of a
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  Speaker 1: certain singular odour, That same instant Old Punk started for home.
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  Speaker 1: He covered the entire journey of three days as only
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  Speaker 1: Indian blood could have covered it. The terror of a
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  Speaker 1: whole race drove him. He knew what it all meant.
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  Speaker 1: Defago had seen the Wendigo. End of Section 3 An
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  Speaker 1: End of the Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood