 section 13 of Lovecraft's influences and favourites this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org the white people by Arthur Machin prologue sorcery and sanctity said Ambrose these are the only realities each is an ecstasy a withdrawal from the common life caught grave listened interested he had been brought by a friend to this moldering house in a northern suburb through an old garden to the room where Ambrose the recluse dozed and dreamed over his books yes he went on magic is justified over children there are many I think who eat dry crusts and drink water with a joy infinitely sharper than anything within the experience of the practical epicure you are speaking of the saints yes and of the sinners too I think you are falling into the very general error of confining the spiritual world to the supremely good but the supremely wicked necessarily have their portion in it the merely carnal sensual man can no more be a great sinner than he can be a great saint most of us are just indifferent mixed up creatures we muddle through the world without realizing the meaning and the inner sense of things and consequently our wickedness and our goodness are alike second rate unimportant and you think the great sinner then will be an ascetic as well as the great saint great people of all kinds forsake the imperfect copies and go to the perfect originals I have no doubt but that many of the very highest among the saints have never done a good action using the words in their ordinary sense and on the other hand there have been those who have sounded the very depths of sin who all their lives have never done an ill deed he went out of the room for a moment and caught grave in high delight turned to his friend and thanked him for the introduction he's grand he said I never saw that kind of lunatic before ambrose returned with more whiskey and help the two men in a liberal manner he abused the tea total sect with ferocity as he handed the seltzer and pouring out a glass of water for himself was about to resume his monologue when caught grave broken I can't stand it you know he said your paradoxes are too monstrous a man may be a great sinner and yet never do anything sinful come your quite wrong said ambrose I never make paradoxes I wish I could I merely said that a man may have an exquisite taste in Romanae Conti and yet never have even smelt for ale that's all and it's more like a truism than a paradox isn't it your surprise at my remark is due to the fact that you haven't realized what sin is oh yes there is a sort of connection between sin with the capital letter and actions which are commonly called sinful with murder theft adultery and so forth much the same connection that there is between the A B C and fine literature but I believe that the misconception it is all but universal arises in great measure from our looking at the matter through social spectacles we think that a man who does evil to us and to his neighbors must be very evil so he is from a social standpoint but can't you realize that evil in its essence is a lonely thing a passion of the solitary individual soul really the average murderer quaw murderer is not by any means a sinner in the true sense of the word he is simply a wild beast that we have to get rid of to save our own necks from his knife I should class him rather with tigers than with sinners it seems a little strange I think not the murderer murders not from positive qualities but from negative ones he lacks something which non-murderers possess evil of course is wholly positive only it is on the wrong side you may believe me that sin in its proper sense is very rare it is probable that there have been far fewer sinners than saints yes your standpoint is all very well for practical social purposes we are naturally inclined to think that a person who is very disagreeable to us must be a very great sinner it is very disagreeable to have one's pocket picked and we pronounce the thief to be a very great sinner in truth he is merely an undeveloped man he cannot be a saint of course but he may be and often is an infinitely better creature than thousands who have never broken a single commandment he is a great nuisance to us I admit and we very properly lock him up if we catch him but between his troublesome and unsocial action and evil though the connection is of the weakest it was getting very late the man who had brought caught grave had probably heard all this before since he assisted with a bland and judicious smile but caught grave began to think that his lunatic was turning into a sage do you know he said you interest me immensely you think then that we do not understand the real nature of evil no I don't think we do we overestimate it and we underestimate it we take the very numerous infractions of our social bylaws the very necessary and very proper regulations which keep the human company together and we get frightened at the prevalence of sin and evil but this is really nonsense take theft for example have you any horror at the thought of Robin Hood of the Highland Catarons of the 17th century of the Moss Troopers of the company promoters of our day then on the other hand we underwrite evil we attach such an enormous importance to the sin of meddling with our pockets and our wives that we have quite forgotten the awfulness of real sin and what is sin said caught grave I think I must reply to your question by another what would your feelings be seriously if your cat or your dog began to talk to you and to dispute with you in human accents you would be overwhelmed with horror I'm sure of it and if the roses in your garden sang a weird song you would go mad and suppose the stones in the road began to swell and grow before your eyes and if the pebble that you noticed at night had shot out stony blossoms in the morning well these examples may give you some notion of what sin really is look here said the third man hit their toe placid you two seem pretty well wound up but I'm going home I've missed my tram and I shall have to walk Ambrose and caught grave seem to settle down more profoundly when the other had gone out into the early misty morning in the pale light of the lamps you astonish me said caught grave I had never thought of that if that is really so one must turn everything upside down then the essence of sin really is in the taking of heaven by storm it seems to me said Ambrose it appears to me that it is simply an attempt to penetrate into another and higher sphere in a forbidden manner you can understand why it is so rare there are few indeed who wish to penetrate into other spheres higher or lower in ways allowed or forbidden men in the mass are amply content with life as they find it therefore there are few saints and sinners and the proper sense are fewer still and men of genius who partake sometimes of each character are rare also yes on the whole it is perhaps harder to be a great sinner than a great saint there is something profoundly unnatural about sin is that what you mean exactly holiness requires as great or almost as great an effort but holiness works on lines that were natural once it is an effort to recover the ecstasy that was before the fall but sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in making this effort man becomes a demon I told you that the mere murderer is not therefore a sinner that is true but the sinner is sometimes a murderer gears delays is an instance so you see that while the good and the evil are unnatural to man as he is now to man the social civilized being evil is unnatural in a much deeper sense than good the saint endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his in brief he repeats the fall but are you a Catholic said caught grave yes I am a member of the persecuted Anglican church then how about those texts which seem to reckon as sin that which you would set down as a mere trivial dereliction yes but in one place the word sorcerers comes in the same sentence doesn't it that seems to me to give the keynote consider can you imagine for a moment that a false statement which saves an innocent man's life is a sin no very good then it is not the mere liar who is excluded by those words it is above all the sorcerers who use the material life who use the failings incidental to material life as instruments to obtain their infinitely wicked ends and let me tell you this our higher senses are so blunted we are so drenched with materialism that we should probably fail to recognize real wickedness if we ever encountered it but shouldn't we experience a certain horror a terror such as you hinted we would experience if a rose tree sang in the mere presence of an evil man we should if we were natural children and women feel this horror you speak of even animals experience it but with most of us convention and civilization and education have blinded and deafened and obscured the natural reason no sometimes we may recognize evil by its hatred of the good one doesn't need much penetration to guess at the influence which dictated quite unconsciously the Blackwood review of Keats but this is purely incidental and as a rule I suspect that the hierarchs of Toffett pass quite unnoticed or perhaps in certain cases as good but mistaken men but you use the word unconscious just now of Keats' reviewers is wickedness ever unconscious always it must be so it is like holiness and genius in this as in other points it is a certain rapture or ecstasy of the soul a transcendent effort to surpass the ordinary bounds so surpassing these it surpasses also the understanding the faculty that takes note of that which comes before it no a man may be infinitely and horribly wicked and never suspected but I tell you evil in this it's certain and true sense is rare and I think it's growing rarer I'm trying to get ahold of it all said Cotgrave from what you say I gather that the true evil differs generically from that which we call evil quite so there is no doubt an analogy between the two a resemblance such as enables us to use quite legitimately such terms as the foot of the mountain and the leg of the table and sometimes of course the two speak as it were in the same language the rough miner or puddler the untrained undeveloped tiger man heated by a quarter or two above his usual measure comes home and kicks is irritating an injudicious wife to death he is a murderer and Gilles de Reyes was a murderer but you see the gulf that separates the two the word if I may so speak is accidentally the same in each case but the meaning is utterly different it is flagrant Hobbeson to confuse the two or rather it is as if one supposed that juggernaut and the Argonauts had something to do etymologically with one another and no doubt the same weak likeness or analogy runs between all the social sins and the real spiritual sins and in some cases perhaps the lesser may be school masters to lead one on to the greater from the shadow to the reality if you are anything of a theologian you will see the importance of all of this I am sorry to say remarked caught grave that I have devoted very little of my time to theology indeed I have often wondered on what grounds theologians have claimed the title of science of sciences for their favorite study since the theological books I have looked into have always seemed to me to be concerned with feeble and obvious pieties or with the kings of Israel and Judah I do not care to hear about those kings Ambrose grinned we must try to avoid theological discussion he said I perceive that you would be a bitter disputant but perhaps the dates of the kings have as much to do with theology as the hobnails of the murderous puddler with evil then to return to our main subject you think that sin is an esoteric occult thing yes it is the infernal miracle as holiness is the supernal now and then it is raised to such a pitch that we entirely fail to suspect its existence it is like the note of the great petal pipes of the organ which is so deep that we cannot hear it in other cases it may lead to the lunatic asylum or to still stranger issues but you must never confuse it with mere social misdoing remember how the apostle speaking of the other side distinguishes between charitable actions and charity and as one may give all one's goods to the poor and yet lack charity so remember one may avoid every crime and yet be a sinner your psychology is very strange to me said caught grave but I confess I like it and I suppose that one might fairly deduce from your premises the conclusion that the real sinner might very possibly strike the observer as a harmless person are enough certainly because the true evil has nothing to do with the social life or social laws or if it has only incidentally and accidentally it is a lonely passion of the soul or a passion of the lonely soul whichever you like if by chance we understand it and grasp its full significance then indeed it will fill us with horror and with awe but this emotion is widely distinguished from the fear and the disgust with which we regard the ordinary criminal since this latter is largely or entirely founded on the regard which we have for our own skins or purses we hate a murderer because we know that we should hate to be murdered or to have any one that we like murdered so on the other side we venerate the saints but we don't like them as we like our friends can you persuade yourself that you would have enjoyed st. Paul's company do you think that you and I would have got on with Sir Gallagher so with the sinners as with the saints if you met a very evil man and recognized as evil he would no doubt fill you with horror and awe but there's no reason why you should dislike him on the contrary it is quite possible that if you could succeed in putting the sin out of your mind you might find the sinner capital company and in a little while you might have to reason yourself back into horror still how awful it is if the roses and the lilies suddenly sang on this coming morning if the furniture began to move in procession as in demopassant's tale I am glad you have come back to that comparison said Cotgrave because I wanted to ask you what it is that corresponds in humanity to these imaginary feats of inanimate things in a word what is sin you have given me I know an abstract definition but I should like a concrete example I told you it was very rare said Ambrose who appeared willing to avoid the giving of a direct answer the materialism of the age which has done a good deal to suppress sanctity has done perhaps more to suppress evil we find the earth so very comfortable that we have no inclination either for a sense or descents it would seem as if the scholar who decided to specialize in Toffett would be reduced to purely antiquarian researchers no paleontologist could show you a live pterodactyl and yet you I think have specialized and I believe that your researchers have descended to our modern times you are really interested I see well I confess that I have dabbled a little and if you like I can show you something that bears on the very curious subjects we have been discussing Ambrose took a candle and went away to a far dim corner of the room Cotgrave saw him open a venerable bureau that stood there and from some secret recess he drew out a parcel and came back to the window where they had been sitting Ambrose undid a wrapping of paper and produced a green pocketbook you will take care of it he said don't leave it lying about it is one of the choice their pieces in my collection and I should be very sorry if it were lost he fondled the faded binding I knew the girl who wrote this he said when you read it you will see how it illustrates the talk we have had tonight there is a sequel to but I won't talk of that there was an odd article in one of the reviews some months ago he began again with the error of a man who changes the subject it was written by a doctor doctor Corrin I think it was the name he says that a lady watching her little girl playing at the drawing room window suddenly saw the heavy sash give away and fall on the child's fingers the lady fainted I think but at any rate the doctor was summoned and when he had dressed the child's wounded and maimed fingers he was summoned to the mother she was groaning with pain and it was found that three fingers of her hand corresponding with those that had been injured on the child's hand were swollen and inflamed and later in the doctor's language purellent sloughing set in Ambrose still handled delicately the green volume well here it is he said at last parting with difficulty it seemed from his treasure you will bring it back as soon as you have read it he said as they went out into the hall into the old garden faint with the odor of white lilies there was a broad red band in the east as cot grave turned to go and from the high ground where he stood he saw that awful spectacle of London in a dream the green book the Morocco binding of the book was faded and the color had grown faint but there were no visible stains nor bruises nor marks of usage the book looked as if it had been brought on a visit to London some 70 or 80 years ago and somehow been forgotten and suffered to lie away out of sight there was an old delicate lingering odor about it such an odor as sometimes haunts an ancient piece of furniture for a century or more the end papers inside the binding were oddly decorated with colored patterns and faded gold it looked small but the paper was fine and there were many leaves closely covered with minute painfully formed characters I found this book the manuscript began in a drawer in the old bureau that stands on the landing it was a very rainy day and I could not go out so in the afternoon I got a candle and rummaged in the bureau nearly all the drawers were full of old dresses but one of the small ones looked empty and I found this book hidden right at the back I wanted a book like this so I took it to write in it is full of secrets I have a great many other books of secrets I have written hidden in a safe place and I am going to write here many of the old secrets and some new ones but there are some I shall not put down at all I must not write down the real names of the days and months which I found out a year ago nor the way to make the occlo letters or the chi-an language or the great beautiful circles nor the Mao games nor the chief songs I may write something about all these things but not the way to do them for peculiar reasons and I must not say who the nymphs are or the dolls or Jilo or what voulos mean all these are most secret secrets and I am glad when I remember what they are and how many wonderful languages I know but there are some things that I call the secrets of the secrets of the secrets that I dare not think of unless I am quite alone and then I shut my eyes and put my hands over them and whisper the word and the alala comes I only do this at night in my room or in certain woods that I know but I must not describe them as they are secret woods then there are the ceremonies which are all of them important but some are more delightful than others there are the white ceremonies and the green ceremonies and the scarlet ceremonies the scarlet ceremonies are the best but there is only one place where they can be performed properly though there is a very nice imitation which I have done in other places besides these I have the dances and the comedy I have done the comedy sometimes when the others are looking and they didn't understand anything about it I was very little when I first knew about these things when I was very small and mother was alive I can remember remembering things before that only it has all got confused but I remember when I was five or six I heard them talking about me when they thought I wasn't noticing they were saying how queer I was a year or two before and how nurse had called my mother to come and listen to me talking all to myself and I was saying words that nobody could understand I was speaking the zoo language but I only remember a very few of the words as it was about the little white faces that used to look at me when I was lying in my cradle they used to talk to me and I learned their language and talk to them in about some great white place where they lived where the trees and the grass were all white and there were white hills as high up as the moon and a cold wind I have often dreamt of it afterwards but the faces went away when I was very little but a wonderful thing happened when I was about five my nurse was carrying me on her shoulder there was a field of yellow corn and we went through it it was very hot then we came to a path through a wood and a tall man came after us and went with us till we came to a place where there was a deep pool and it was very dark and shady nurse put me down on the soft moss under a tree and she said she can't get to the pond now so they left me there and I sat quite still and watched and out of the water and out of the wood came two wonderful white people and they began to play and dance and sing they were a kind of creamy white like the old ivory figure in the drawing room one was a beautiful lady with kind dark eyes and a grave face and long black hair and she smiled such a strange sad smile at the other who laughed and came to her they played together and danced round and round the pool and they sang a song till I fell asleep nurse woke me up when she came back and she was looking something like the lady had looked so I told her all about it and asked her why she looked like that at first she cried and then she looked very frightened and turned quite pale she put me down on the grass and stared at me and I could see she was shaking all over then she said I'd been dreaming but I knew I hadn't then she made me promise not to say a word about it to anybody and if I did I should be thrown into the black pit I was not frightened at all though nurse was and I never forgot about it because when I shut my eyes and it was quite quiet and I was all alone I could see them again very faint and far away but very splendid and little bits of the song they sang came into my head but I couldn't sing it and of the white people part 1 recording by Ian Verley section 14 of Lovecraft's influences and favorites this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this recording is by Ian Verley the white people part 2 by Arthur Machin I was 13 nearly 14 when I had a very singular adventure so strange that the day on which it had happened is always called the white day my mother had been dead for more than a year and in the morning I had lessons but they let me go out for walks in the afternoon and this afternoon I walked a new way a little brook led me into a new country but I tore my frock getting through some of the difficult places as the way was through many bushes and beneath the low branches of trees and up thorny thickets on the hills and by dark woods full of creeping thorns and it was a long long way it seemed as if I was going on forever and ever and I had to creep by a place like a tunnel where a brook must have been but all the water had dried up and the floor was rocky and the bushes had grown overhead till they met so that it was quite dark and I went on and on through that dark place it was a long long way and I came to a hill that I never saw before I was in a dismal thicket full of black twisted bows that tore me as I went through them and I cried out because I was smarting all over and then I found that I was climbing and I went up and up a long way till it last the thicket stopped and I came out crying just under the top of a big bear place where there were ugly gray stones all lying about on the grass and here and there a little twisted stunted tree came out from under a stone like a snake and I went up right to the top a long way I never saw such big ugly stones before they came out of the earth some of them and some looked as if they had been rolled to where they were and then went on and on as far as I could see a long long way I looked out from them and saw the country but it was strange it was winter time and there was black terrible woods hanging from the hills all around it was like seeing a large room hung with black curtains and the shape of the trees seemed quite different from any I had ever seen before I was afraid then beyond the woods there were other hills round in a great ring but I had never seen any of them it all looked black and everything had a voor over it it was all so still and silent and the sky was heavy and gray and sad like a wicked voracious dome in deep dendo I went on into the dreadful rocks there were hundreds and hundreds of them some were like horrid grinning men I could see their faces as if they would jump at me out of the stone and catch hold of me and drag me with them back into the rock so that I should always be there and there were other rocks that were like animals creeping horrible animals putting out their tongues and others were like words that I could not say and others like dead people lying on the grass I went on among them though they frightened me and my heart was full of wicked songs that they put into it and I wanted to make faces and twist myself about in the way they did and I went on and on a long way till at last I liked the rocks and they didn't frighten me anymore I sang the songs I thought of songs full of words that must not be spoken or written down then I made faces like the faces on the rocks and I twisted myself about like the twisted ones and I lay down flat on the ground like the dead ones and I went up to one that was grinning and put my arms round him and hugged him and so I went on and on through the rocks till I came to a round mound in the middle of them it was higher than a mound it was nearly as high as our house and it was like a great basin turned upside down all smooth and round and green with one stone like a post sticking up at the top I climbed up the sides but they were so steep I had to stop or I should have rolled all the way down again and I should have knocked against the stones at the bottom and perhaps been killed but I wanted to get up to the very top of the big round mound so I lay down flat on my face and took hold of the grass with my hands and drew myself up bit by bit till I was at the top then I sat down on the stone in the middle and looked all round about I felt I had come such a long long way just as if I were a hundred miles from home or in some other country or in one of the strange places I had read about in the tales of the genie and the Arabian Knights or as if I had gone across the sea far away for years and I had found another world that nobody had ever seen or heard of before or as if I had somehow flown through the sky and fallen on one of the stars I had read about where everything is dead and cold and gray and there's no air and the wind doesn't blow I sat on the stone and looked all around and down and around about me it was just as if I was sitting on a tower in the middle of a great empty town because I could see nothing all around but the gray rocks on the ground I couldn't make out their shapes anymore but I could see them on and on for a long way and I looked at them and they seemed as if they had been arranged into patterns and shapes and figures I knew they couldn't be because I had seen a lot of them coming right out of the earth joined to the deep rocks below so I looked again but still I saw nothing but circles and small circles inside big ones and pyramids and domes and spires and they seemed all to go around and round the place where I was sitting and the more I looked the more I saw great big rings of rocks getting bigger and bigger and I stared so long that it felt as if they were all moving and turning like a great wheel and I was turning too in the middle I got quite dizzy and queer in the head and everything began to be hazy and not clear and I saw little sparks of blue light and the stones looked as if they were springing and dancing and twisting as they went round and round and round I was frightened again and I cried out loud and jumped up from the stone I was sitting on and fell down when I got up I was so glad they all looked still and I sat down on the top and slid down the mound and went on again I danced as I went in the peculiar way the rocks had danced when I got giddy I was so glad I could do it quite well and sang extraordinary songs that came into my head at last I came to the edge of that great flat hill and there were no more rocks and the way went again through a dark thicket in a hollow it was just as bad as the other one I went through climbing up but I didn't mind this one because I was so glad I had seen those singular dances and could imitate them I went down creeping through the bushes and a tall nettle stung me on my leg and made me burn but I didn't mind it and I tingled with the bows and the thorns but I only laughed and sang then I got out of the thicket into a close valley a little secret place like a dark passage that nobody ever knows of because it was so narrow and deep and the woods were so thick around it there is a steep bank with trees hanging over it and there the ferns keep green all through the winter when they are dead and brown upon the hill and the ferns there have a sweet rich smell like what oozes out of fir trees there was a little stream of water running down this valley so small that it could easily step across it I drank the water with my hand and it tasted like bright yellow wine and it sparkled and bubbled as it ran down over beautiful red and yellow and green stones so that it seemed alive and all colors at once I drank it and I drank more with my hand but I couldn't drink enough so I lay down and bent my head and sucked the water up with my lips it tasted much better drinking it that way and a ripple would come up to my mouth and give me a kiss and I laughed and drank again and pretended there was a nymph like the one in the old picture at home who lived in the water and was kissing me so I bent low down to the water and put my lips softly to it and whispered to the nymph that I would come again I felt short could not be common water I was so glad when I got up and went on and I danced again and went up and up the valley under hanging hills and when I came to the top the ground rose up in front of me tall and steep as a wall and there was nothing but the green wall in the sky I thought of forever and forever world without end amen and I thought I must have really found the end of the world because it was like the end of everything as if there could be nothing at all beyond except the kingdom of war where the light goes when it is put out and the water goes when the sun takes it away I began to think of all the long long way I had journeyed how I had found a brook and followed it and followed it on and gone through the bushes and thorny thickets and dark woods full of creeping thorns then I had crept up a tunnel under trees and climbed a thicket and seen all the gray rocks and sat in the middle of them when they turned round and then I had gone on through the gray rocks and come down the hill through the stinging thicket and up the dark valley all a long long way I wondered how I should get home again if I could ever find the way and if my home was there anymore or if it returned and everybody in it into gray rocks as in the arabian nights so I sat down on the grass and thought what I should do next I was tired and my feet were hot with walking and as I looked about I saw there was a wonderful well just under the high steep wall of grass all the ground around it was covered with bright green dripping moss there was every kind of moss there moss like beautiful little ferns and like palms and fir trees and it was all green as jewelry and drops of water hung on it like diamonds and in the middle was the great well deep and shining and beautiful so clear that it looked as if I could touch the red sand at the bottom but it was far below I stood by it and looked in as if I were looking in a glass at the bottom of the well in the middle of it the red grains of sand were moving and stirring all the time and I saw how the water bubbled up but at the top it was quite smooth and full and brimming it was a great well large like a bath and with the shining glittering green moss about it it looked like a great white jewel with green jewels all around my feet were so hot and tired that I took off my boots and stockings and let my feet down into the water and the water was soft and cold and when I got up I wasn't tired anymore and I felt it must go on farther and farther and see what was on the other side of the wall I climbed up it very slowly going sideways all the time and when I got to the top and looked over I was in the queerest country I had seen stranger even than the hill of the gray rocks it looked as if earth children had been playing there with their spades as it was all hills and hollows and castles and walls made of earth and covered with grass there were two mounds like big beehives round and great and solemn and then hollow basins and then a steep mounting wall like the ones I saw once by the seaside where the big guns and the soldiers were I nearly fell into one of the round hollows it went away from under my feet so suddenly and I ran fast down the side and stood at the bottom and looked up it was strange and solemn to look up there was nothing but the gray heavy sky and the sides of the hollow everything else had gone away and the hollow was the whole world and I thought at night it must be full of ghosts and moving shadows and pale things when the moon shone down to the bottom at the dead of the night and the wind wailed up above it was so strange and solemn and lonely like a hollow temple of dead heathen gods it reminded me of a tale my nurse had told me when I was quite little it was the same nurse that took me into the wood where I saw the beautiful white people and I remembered how nurse had told me the story one winter night when the wind was beating the trees against the wall and crying and moaning in the nursery chimney she said there was somewhere or other a hollow pit just like the one I was standing in everybody was afraid to go into it or near it it was such a bad place but once upon a time there was a poor girl who said she would go into the hollow pit and everybody tried to stop her but she would go and she went down into the pit and came back laughing and said there was nothing there at all except green grass and red stones and white stones and yellow flowers and soon after people saw she had the most beautiful emerald earrings and they asked how she got them as she and her mother were quite poor but she laughed and said her earrings were not made of emeralds at all but only of green grass then one day she worn her breast the reddest ruby that anyone had ever seen and it was as big as a hen's egg and glowed and sparkled like a hot burning coal of fire and they asked how she got it as she and her mother were quite poor but she laughed and said it was not a ruby at all but only a red stone then one day she wore around her neck the loveliest necklace that anyone had ever seen much finer than the queen's finest and it was made of great bright diamonds hundreds of them and they shone like all the stars on a night in june so they asked her how she got it as she and her mother were quite poor but she laughed and said they were not diamonds at all but only white stones and one day she went to the court and she worn her head a crown of pure angel gold so nurse said and it shone like the sun and it was much more splendid than the crown the king himself was wearing and in her ears she wore the emeralds and the big ruby was the brooch on her breast and the great diamond necklace was sparkling on her neck and the king and queen thought she was some great princess from long way off and got down from their thrones and went to meet her but somebody told the king and queen who she was and that she was quite poor so the king asked why she wore a gold crown and how she got it as she and her mother were so poor and she laughed and said it wasn't a gold crown at all but only some yellow flowers she had put in her hair and the king thought it was very strange and said she should stay at the court and they would see what would happen next and she was so lovely that everybody said that her eyes were greener than the emeralds that her lips were redder than the ruby that her skin was whiter than the diamonds and that her hair was brighter than the golden crown so the king's son said he would marry her and the king said he might and the bishop married them and there was a great supper and afterward the king's son went to his wife's room but just when he had his hand on the door he saw a tall black man with a dreadful face standing in front of the door and a voice said venture not upon your life this is my own wedded wife then the king's son fell down on the ground in a fit and they came and tried to get into the room but they couldn't and they hacked at the door with hatchets but the wood had turned hard as iron and at last everybody ran away they were so frightened at the screaming and laughing and shrieking and crying that came out of the room but next day they went in and found there was nothing in the room but thick black smoke because the black man had come and taken her away and on the bed there were two knots of faded grass and a red stone and some white stones and some faded yellow flowers i remembered this tale of nurses while i was standing at the bottom of the deep hollow it was so strange and solitary there and i felt afraid i could not see any stones or flowers but i was afraid of bringing them away without knowing and i thought i would do a charm that came into my head to keep the black man away so i stood right in the middle of the hollow and i made sure that i had none of those things on me and then i walked around the place and touched my eyes and my lips and my hair in a peculiar manner and whispered some queer words that nurse taught me to keep bad things away then i felt safe and climbed up out of the hollow and went on through all those mounds and hollows and walls till i came to the end which was high above all the rest and i could see that all the different shapes of the earth was arranged in patterns something like the gray rocks only the pattern was different it was getting late and the air was indistinct but it looked from where i was standing something like two great figures of people lying on the grass and i went on and at last i found a certain wood which is too secret to be described and nobody knows of the passage into it which i found out in a very curious manner by seeing some little animal run into the wood through it so i went after the animal by a very narrow dark way under thorns and bushes and it was almost dark when i came to a kind of open place in the middle and there i saw the most wonderful sight i have ever seen but it was only for a minute as i ran away directly and crept out of the wood by the passage i'd come by and ran and ran as fast as i ever could because i was afraid what i had seen was so wonderful and so strange and beautiful but i wanted to get home and think of it and i did not know what might not happen if i stayed by the wood i was hot all over and trembling and my heart was beating and strange cries that i could not help came from me as i ran from the wood i was glad that a great white moon came up from over a round hill and showed me the way so i went back through the mounds and hollows and down the close valley and up through the thicket over the place of the gray rocks and so at last i got home again my father was busy in his study and the servants had not told about my not coming home though they were frightened and wondered what they ought to do so i told them i had lost my way but i did not let them find out the real way i had been i went to bed and lay awake all through the night thinking of what i had seen when i came out of the narrow way and it looked all shining though the air was dark it seemed so certain and all the way home i was quite sure that i had seen it and i wanted to be alone in my room and be glad over it all to myself and shut my eyes and pretend it was there and do all the things i would have done if i had not been so afraid but when i shut my eyes the sight would not come and i began to think about my adventures all over again and i remembered how dusky and queer it was at the end and i was afraid it must be all a mistake because it seemed impossible it could happen it seemed like one of nurses tales which i didn't really believe in though i was frightened at the bottom of the hollow and the stories she told me when i was little came back into my head and i wondered whether it was really there what i thought i had seen or whether any of her tales could have happened a long time ago it was so queer i lay awake there in my room at the back of the house and the moon was shining on the other side towards the river so the bright light did not fall upon the wall and the house was quite still i had heard my father come upstairs and just after the clock struck 12 and after the house was still and empty as if there was nobody alive in it and though it was all dark and indistinct in my room a pale glimmering kind of light shone in through the white blind and once i got up and looked out and there was a great black shadow of the house covering the garden looking like a prison where men are hanged and then beyond it was all white and the wood shone white with black gulfs between the trees it was still and clear and there were no clouds on the sky i wanted to think of what i had seen but i couldn't and i began to think of all the tales that nurse had told me so long ago that i thought i had forgotten but they all came back and mixed up with the thickets and the gray rocks and the hollows in the earth and the secret wood till i hardly knew what was new and what was old or whether it was not all dreaming and then i remembered that hot summer afternoon so long ago when nurse left me by myself in the shade and the white people came out of the water and out of the wood and played and danced and sang and i began to fancy that nurse told me about something like it before i saw them only i couldn't recollect exactly what she told me then i wondered whether she had been the white lady as i remembered she was just as white and beautiful and had the same dark eyes and black hair and sometimes she smiled and looked like that lady when she was telling me some of her stories beginning with once on a time or in the time of the fairies but i thought she couldn't be the lady as she seemed to have gone a different way into the wood and i didn't think the man who came after us could be the other or i couldn't have seen that wonderful secret in the secret wood i thought of the moon but it was afterwards when i was in the middle of the wild land where the earth was made into the shape of great figures and it was all walls and mysterious hollows and smooth round mounds that i saw the great white moon come up over a round hill i was wondering about all these things till at last i got quite frightened because i was afraid something had happened to me and i remembered nurse's tale of the poor girl who went into the hollow pit and was carried away at last by the black man i knew i had gone into a hollow pit too and perhaps it was the same and i had done something dreadful so i did the charm over again and touched my eyes and my lips and my hair in a peculiar manner and said the old words from the fairy language so that i might be sure i had not been carried away i tried again to see the secret wood and to creep up the passage and see what i had seen there but somehow i couldn't and i kept on thinking of nurse's stories there was one i remembered about a young man who once upon a time went hunting and all the day he and his hounds hunted everywhere and they crossed the rivers and went into all the woods and went around the marshes but they couldn't find anything at all and they hunted all day till the sun sank down and began to set behind the mountain and the young man was angry because he couldn't find anything and he was going to turn back when just as the sun touched the mountain he saw come out of a break in front of him a beautiful white stag and he cheered to his hounds but they whined and would not follow and he cheered to his horse but it shivered and stood stock still and the young man jumped off the horse and left the hounds and began to follow the white stag all alone and soon it was quite dark and the sky was black without a single star shining in it and the stag went away into the darkness and though the man had brought his gun with him he never shot at the stag because he wanted to catch it and he was afraid he would lose it in the night but he never lost it once though the sky was so black and the air was so dark and the stag went on and on till the young man didn't know a bit where he was and they went through enormous woods where the air was full of whispers and a pale dead light came out from the rotten trunks that were lying on the ground and just as the man thought he had lost the stag he would see it all white and shining in front of him and he would run fast to catch it but the stag always ran faster so he did not catch it and they went through enormous woods and they swam across rivers and they waded through black marshes where the ground bubbled and the air was full of willow the wisps and the stag fled away down into rocking narrow valleys where the air was like the smell of a vault and the man went after it and they went over the great mountains and the man heard the wind come down from the sky and the stag went on and the man went after at last the sun rose and the young man found he was in a country that he had never seen before it was a beautiful valley with a bright stream running through it and a great big round hill in the middle and the stag went down the valley towards the hill and it seemed to be getting tired and went slower and slower and though the man was tired too he began to run faster and he was sure he would catch the stag at last but just as they got to the bottom of the hill the man stretched out his hand to catch the stag it vanished into the earth and the man began to cry he was so sorry that he had lost it after all his long hunting but as he was crying he saw there was a door in the hill just in front of him and he went in and it was quite dark but he went on as though he would find the white stag and all of a sudden it got light and there was the sky and the sun shining and birds singing in the trees and there was a beautiful fountain and by the fountain a lovely lady was sitting who was the queen of the fairies and she told the man that she had changed herself into a stag to bring him there because she loved him so much then she brought out a great golden cup covered with jewels from her fairy palace and she offered him wine in the cup to drink and he drank and the more he drank the more he longed to drink because the wine was enchanted so he kissed the lovely lady and she became his wife and he stayed all that day and all that night in the hill where she lived and when he woke he found he was lying on the ground close to where he had seen the stag first and his horse was there and his hounds were there waiting and he looked up the sun sank behind the mountain and he went home and lived a long time but he would never kiss any other lady because he had kissed the queen of the fairies and he would never drink common wine anymore because he had drunk enchanted and sometimes nurse told me tales that she had heard from her great-grandmother who's very old and lived in a cottage on the mountain all alone and most of these tales were about a hill where people used to meet at night long ago and they used to play all sorts of strange games and do queer things that nurse told me of but I couldn't understand and now she said everybody but her great-grandmother had forgotten all about it and nobody knew where the hill was not even her great-grandmother but she told me one very strange story about the hill and I trembled when I remembered it she said that people always went there in summer when it was very hot and they had to dance a good deal it would be all dark at first and there were trees there which made it much darker and people would come one by one from all directions by a secret path which nobody else knew and two persons would keep the gate and everyone as they came up had to give a very curious sign which nurse showed me as well as she could but she said she couldn't show me properly and all kinds of people would come there would be gentle folks and village folks and some old people and boys and girls and quite small children who sat and watched and it would all be dark as they came in except in one corner where someone was burning something that smelled strong and sweet and made them laugh and there one would see a glaring of coals and the smoke mounting up red so they would all come in and when the last had come there was no door anymore so that no one else could get in even if they knew there was anything beyond and once a gentleman who was a stranger and had ridden a long way lost his path at night and his horse took him into the very middle of the wild country where everything was upside down and there were dreadful marshes and great stones everywhere and holes underfoot and the trees looked like gibbit posts because they had great black arms that stretched out across the way and this strange gentleman was very frightened and his horse began to shiver all over and at last it stopped and wouldn't go any further and the gentleman got down and tried to lead the horse but it wouldn't move and it was all covered with sweat like death so the gentleman went on all alone going farther and farther into the wild country till at last he came to a dark place where he heard shouting and singing and crying like nothing he had ever heard before it all sounded quite close to him but he couldn't get in and so he began to call and while he was calling something came behind him and in a minute his mouth and arms and legs were all bound up and he fell into a swoon and when he came to himself he was lying by the roadside just where he had first lost his way under a blasted oak with a black trunk and his horse was tied beside him so he rode onto the town and told the people there what had happened and some of them were amazed but others knew so when once everybody had come there was no door at all for anybody else to pass in by and when they were all inside round in a ring touching each other someone began to sing in the darkness and someone else would make a noise like thunder with a thing they had on purpose and on still nights people would hear the thundering noise far far away beyond the wild land and some of them who thought they knew what it was used to make a sign on their breasts when they woke up in their beds at the dead of night and heard that terrible deep noise like thunder on the mountains and the noise and the singing would go on and on for a long time and the people who were in a ring swayed a little too and fro and the song was in an old old language that nobody knows now and the tune was queer nurse said her great-grandmother had known someone who remembered a little of it when she was quite a little girl and nurse tried to sing some of the to me and it was so strange a tune that I turned all cold and my flesh crept as if I had put my hand on something dead sometimes it was a man that sang and sometimes it was a woman and sometimes the one who sang it did it so well that two or three of the people who were there fell to the ground shrieking and tearing with their hands the singing went on and the people in the ring kept swaying too and fro for a long time and at last a moon would rise over a place they called the told the old and came up and showed them swinging and swaying from side to side with the sweet thick smoke curling up from the burning coals and floating in circles all around them then they had their supper a boy and a girl brought it to them the boy carried a great cup of wine and the girl carried a cake of bread and they passed the bread and the wine round and round but they tasted quite different from common bread and common wine and changed everybody that tasted them then they all rose up and danced and secret things were brought out of some hiding place and they played extraordinary games and danced round and round and round in the moonlight and sometimes people would suddenly disappear and never be heard of afterwards and nobody knew what had happened to them and they drank more of that curious wine and they made images and worship them and nurse showed me how the images were made one day when we were out for a walk and we passed by a place where there was a lot of wet clay so nurse asked me if I would like to know what those things were like that they made on the hill and I said yes then she asked me if I would promise never to tell a living soul a word about it and if I did I was to be thrown into the black pit with the dead people and I said I wouldn't tell anybody and she said the same thing again and again and I promised so she took my wooden spade and dug a big lump of clay and put it in my tin bucket and told me to say if anyone met us that I was going to make pies when I went home then we went on a little way till we came to a little break growing right down into the road and nurse stomped and looked up the road and down it and then peeped through the hedge into the field on the other side and then she said quick and we ran into the break and crept in and out among the bushes till we had gone a good way from the road then we sat down under a bush and I wanted so much to know what nurse was going to make with the clay but before she would begin she made me promise again not to say a word about it and she went again and peeped through the bushes on every side though the lane was so small and deep that hardly anybody ever went there so we sat down and nurse took the clay out of the bucket and began to knead it with her hands and do queer things with it and turn it about and she hid it under a big dockly for a minute or two and then she brought it out again and then she stood up and sat down and walked around the clay in a peculiar manner and all the time she was softly singing a sort of rhyme and her face got very red then she sat down again and took the clay in her hands and began to shape it into a doll but not like the dolls I have at home and she made the quearest doll I have ever seen all out of the wet clay and hid it under a bush to get dry and hard and all the time she was making it she was singing these rhymes to herself and her face got redder and redder so we left the doll there hidden away in the bushes where nobody would ever find it and a few days later we went the same walk and when we came to the narrow dark part of the lane where the break runs down to the bank nurse made me promise all over again and she looked about just as she had done before and we crept into the bushes till we got to the green place where the little clay man was hidden I remember it all so well though I was only eight and it is eight years ago now as I am writing it down but the sky was a deep violet blue and in the middle of the break where we were sitting there was a great elder tree covered with blossoms and on the other side there was a clump of meadow sweet and when I think of that day the smell of the meadow sweet and the elder blossom seems to fill the room and if I shut my eyes I can see the glaring blue sky with little clouds very white floating across it and nurse who went away long ago sitting opposite me and looking like the beautiful white lady in the wood so we sat down and nurse took out the clay doll from the secret place where she had hidden it and she said we must pay our respects and she would show me what to do and I must watch her all the time so she did all sorts of queer things with the little clay man and I noticed she was all streaming with perspiration though we had walked so slowly and then she told me to pay my respects and I did everything she did because I liked her and it was such an odd game and she said that if one loved very much the clay man was very good if one did certain things with it and if one hated very much it was just as good only one had to do different things and we played with it a long time and pretended all sorts of things nurse said her great-grandmother had told her all about these images but what we did was no harm at all only a game but she told me a story about these images that frightened me very much and that was what I remembered that night when I was lying awake in my room in the pale empty darkness thinking of what I had seen and the sacred wood nurse said there was once a young lady of the high gentry who lived in a great castle and she was so beautiful that all the gentlemen wanted to marry her because she was the loveliest lady that anybody had ever seen and she was kind to everybody and everybody thought she was very good but though she was polite to all the gentlemen who wished to marry her she put them off and said she couldn't make up her mind and she wasn't sure she wanted to marry anybody at all and her father who was a very great lord was angry though he was so fond of her and he asked her why she wouldn't choose a bachelor out of all the handsome young men who came to the castle but she only said she didn't love any of them very much and she must wait and if they pestered her she said she would go and be a nun in a nunnery so all the gentlemen said they would go away and wait for a year and a day and when a year and a day were gone they would come back again and ask her to say which one she would marry so the day was appointed and they all went away and the lady had promised that in a year and a day it would be her wedding day with one of them but the truth was that she was the queen of the people who danced on the hill on summer nights and on the proper nights she would lock the door of her room and she and her maid would steal out of the castle by a secret passage that only they knew of and go away up to the hill in the wild land and she knew more of the secret things than anyone else and more than anyone knew before or after because she would not tell anybody the most secret secrets she knew how to do all the awful things how to destroy young men and how to put a curse on people and other things that i could not understand and her real name was the lady avalan but the dancing people called her casip which meant somebody very wise in the old language and she was wider than any of them and taller and her eyes shone in the dark like burning rubies and she could sing songs that none of the others could sing and when she sang they all fell down on their faces and worshiped her and she could do what they called ship show which was a very wonderful enchantment she would tell the great lord her father that she wanted to go into the woods to gather flowers so he let her go and she and her maid went into the woods where nobody came and the maid would keep watch then the lady would lie down under the trees and begin to sing a particular song and she stretched out her arms and from every part of the wood great serpents would come hissing and gliding in and out among the trees and shooting out their forked tongues as they crawled up to the lady and they all came to her and twisted round her round her body and round her arms and her neck till she was covered with writhing serpents and there was only her head to be seen and she whispered to them and she sang to them and they writhed round and round faster and faster till she told them to go and they all went away directly back to their holes and on the lady's breast there would be a most curious beautiful stone shaped something like an egg and colored dark blue and yellow and red and green marked like a serpent scales it was called a glane stone and with it one could do all sorts of wonderful things and nurse said her great grandmother had seen a glane stone with her own eyes and it was for all the world shiny and scaly like a snake and the lady could do a lot of other things as well but she was quite fixed that she would not be married and there were a great many gentlemen who wanted to marry her but there were five of them who were chief and their names were sir simon sir john sir oliver sir richard and sir roland all the others believed she spoke the truth and that she would choose one of them to be her man when a year and a day was done it was only sir simon who was very crafty who thought she was deceiving them all and he vowed he would watch and try if he could find out anything and though he was very wise he was very young and he had a smooth soft face like a girl's and he pretended as the rest did that he would not come to the castle for a year and a day and he said he was going away beyond the sea to foreign parts but he really only went a very little way and came back dressed like a servant girl so he got a place in the castle to wash the dishes and he waited and watched and he listened and said nothing and he hid in the dark places and woke up at night and looked out and he heard things and he saw things that he thought were very strange and he was so sly that he told the girl that waited on the lady that he was really a young man and that he dressed up as a girl because he loved her so very much and wanted to be in the same house with her and the girl was so pleased that she told him many things and he was more than ever certain that the lady avalan was deceiving him and the others and he was so clever and told the servant so many lies that one night he managed to hide in the lady avalan's room behind the curtains and he stayed quite still and never moved and at last the lady came and she bent down under the bed and raised up a stone and there was a hollow place underneath and out of it she took a waxen image just like the clay one that I and nurse had made in the break and all the time her eyes were burning like rubies and she took the little wax doll up in her arms and held it to her breast and she whispered and she murmured and she took it up and she laid it down again and she held it high and she held it low and she laid it down again and she said happy is he that begat the bishop that ordered the clerk that married the man that he had the wife that fashioned the hive that harbored the bee that gathered the wax that my own true love was made of and she brought out of an ombre a great golden bowl and she brought out of a closet a great jar of wine and she poured some of the wine into the bowl and she laid her mannequin very gently in the wine and washed it in the wine all over then she went to a cupboard and took a small round cake and laid it on the image's mouth and then she bore it softly and covered up and sir simon who was watching all the time though he was terribly frightened saw the lady bend down and stretch out her arms and whisper and sing and then sir simon saw beside her a handsome young man who kissed her on the lips and they drank wine out of the golden bowl together and they ate the cake together but when the sun rose there was only the little wax doll and the lady hit it again under the bed in the hollow place so sir simon knew quite well what the lady was and he waited and he watched till the time she had said was nearly over and in a week the year and a day would be done and one night when he was watching behind the curtains in her room he saw her making more wax dolls and she made five and hid them away and the next night she took one out and held it up and filled the golden bowl with water and took the doll by the neck and held it under the water then she said sir dick in sir dick in your day is done you shall be drowned in the water one and the next day news came to the castle that sir richard had been drowned at the ford and at night she took another doll and tied a violet cord around its neck and hung it up on a nail then she said sir roland your life has ended its span high on a tree i see you hang and the next day news came to the castle that sir roland had been hanged by robbers in the woods and at night she took another doll and drove her bodkin right into its heart then she said sir noel sir noel so cease your life your heart pierced with the knife and the next day news came to the castle that sir oliver had fought in a tavern and a stranger had stabbed him to the heart and at night she took another doll and held it to a fire of charcoal till it was melted then she said sir john returned and turned to clay in fire of fever you waste away and the next day news came to the castle that sir john had died in a burning fever so then sir simon went out of the castle and mounted his horse and rode away to the bishop and told him everything and the bishop sent his men and they took the lady avalan and everything she had done was found out so on the day after the year and a day when she was to have been married they carried her through the town in her smock and they tied her to a great stake in the marketplace and burned her alive before the bishop with her wax image hung around her neck and people said the wax man screamed in the burning of the flames and i thought of this story again and again as i was lying awake in my bed and i seemed to see the lady avalan in the marketplace with the yellow flames eating up her beautiful white body and i thought of it so much that i seemed to get into the story myself and i fancied i was the lady and that they were coming to take me to be burnt with the fire with all the people in the town looking at me and i wondered whether she cared after all the strange things she had done and whether it hurt very much to be burned at the stake i tried again and again to forget nurses stories and to remember the secret i had seen that afternoon and what was in the secret wood but i could only see the dark and a glimmering in the dark and then it went away and i only saw myself running and then a great moon came up white over a dark round hill then all the old stories came back again and the queer rhymes that nurse used to sing to me and there was one beginning halsey comesy helen musty that she used to sing very softly when she wanted me to go to sleep and i began to sing it to myself inside of my head and i went to sleep end of the white people part two by arthur mochin this recording is by ian verley section 15 of lovecraft's influences and favorites this is a libra vox recording all libra vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libra vox.org this recording is by ian verley the white people part three by arthur mochin the next morning i was very tired and sleepy and could hardly do my lessons and i was very glad when they were over and i had had my dinner as i wanted to go out and be alone it was a warm day and i went to a nice turfy hill by the river and sat down on my mother's old shawl that i had brought with me on purpose the sky was gray like the day before but there was a kind of white gleam behind it and from where i was sitting i could look down on the town and it was all still and quiet and white like a picture i remembered that it was on that hill that nurse taught me to play an old game called treytown in which one had to dance and wind in and out on a pattern in the grass and then when one had danced and turned long enough the other person asks you questions and you can't help answering whether you want to or not and whatever you are told to do you feel you have to do it nurse said there used to be a lot of games like that that some people knew of and there was one by which people could be turned into anything you liked and an old man her great grandmother had seen had known a girl who had been turned into a large snake and there was another very ancient game of dancing and winding and turning by which you could take a person out of himself and hide him away as long as you liked and his body went walking about quite empty without any sense in it but i came to that hill because i wanted to think of what had happened the day before and of the secret of the wood from the place where i was sitting i could see beyond the town into the opening i had found where a little brook had led me into an unknown country and i pretended i was following the brook over again and i went all the way in my mind and at last i found the wood and crept into it under the bushes and then in the dusk i saw something that made me feel as if i were filled with fire as if i wanted to dance and sing and fly up into the air because i was changed and wonderful but what i saw was not changed at all and had not grown old and i wondered again and again how such things could happen and whether nurses stories were really true because in the daytime in the open air everything seemed quite different from what it was at night when i was frightened and thought i was going to be burned alive i once told my father one of her little tales which was about a ghost and asked him if it was true and he told me it was not true at all and that only common ignorant people believed in such rubbish he was very angry with nurse for telling me the story and scolded her and after that i promised her i would never whisper a word of what she told me and if i did i should be bitten by the great black snake that lived in the pool in the wood and all alone on the hill i wondered what was true i had seen something very amazing and very lovely and i knew a story and if i had really seen it and not made it up out of the dark and the black bow and the bright shining that was mounting up to the sky from over the great round hill but had really seen it in truth then there were all kinds of wonderful and lovely and terrible things to think of so i longed and trembled and i burned and got cold and i looked down on the town so quiet and still like a little white picture and i thought over and over if it could be true i was a long time before i could make up my mind to anything there was such a strange fluttering at my heart that seemed to whisper to me all the time that i had not made it up out of my head and yet it seemed quite impossible and i knew my father and everybody would say it was dreadful rubbish i never dreamed of telling him or anybody else a word about it because i knew it would be of no use and i should only get laughed at or scolded so for a long time i was very quiet i went about thinking and wondering and at night i used to dream of amazing things and sometimes i woke up in the early morning and held out my arms with a cry and i was frightened too because there were dangers and some awful things would happen to me unless i took great care if the story were true these old tales were always in my head night and morning and i went over them and told them to myself over and over again and went for walks in the places where nurse had told them to me and when i sat in the nursery by the fire in the evenings i used to fancy nurse was sitting in the other chair and telling me some wonderful story in a low voice for fear anybody should be listening but she used to like best to tell me about things when we were right out in the country far from the house because she said she was telling me such secrets and walls have ears and if it was something more than ever secret we had to hide in breaks or woods and i used to think it was such fun creeping along a hedge and going very softly and then we would get behind the bushes or run into the wood all of a sudden when we were sure that none was watching us so we knew that we had our secrets quite all to ourselves and nobody else at all knew anything about them now and then when we had hidden ourselves as i have described she used to show me all sorts of odd things one day i remember we were in a hazel break overlooking the brook and we were so snug and warm as though it was april the sun was quite hot and the leaves were just coming out nurse said she would show me something funny that would make me laugh and then she showed me as she said how one could turn a whole house upside down without anybody being able to find out and the pots and pans would jump about and the china would be broken and the chairs would tumble over themselves i tried it one day in the kitchen and i found i could do it quite well and a whole row of plates on the dresser fell off it and the cook's little work table tilted up and turned right over before her eyes as she said but she was so frightened and turned so white that he didn't do it again as i liked her and afterwards in the hazel cops when she had shown me how to make things tumble about she showed me how to make wrapping noises and i learned how to do that too then she taught me rhymes to say on certain occasions and peculiar marks to make on other occasions and other things that her great grandmother had taught her when she was a little girl herself and these were all things i was thinking about in those days after the strange walk when i thought i had seen a great secret and i wished nurse were there for me to ask her about it but she had gone away more than two years before and nobody seemed to know what had become of her or where she had gone but i shall always remember those days if i live to be quite old because all the time i felt so strange wondering and doubting and feeling quite sure at one time and making up my mind and then i would feel quite sure that such things couldn't happen really and it began all over again but i took great care not to do certain things that might be very dangerous so i waited and wondered for a long time and though i was not sure at all i never dared to try and find out but one day i became sure that all that nurse said was quite true and i was all alone when i found it out i trembled all over with joy and terror and as fast as i could i ran into one of the old breaks where we used to go it was the one by the lane where nurse made the little clayman and i ran into it and i crept into it and when i came to the place where the elder was i covered up my face with my hands and laid down flat on the grass and i stayed there for two hours without moving whispering to myself delicious terrible things and saying some words over and over again it was all true and wonderful and splendid and when i remembered the story i knew and thought of what i had really seen i got hot and i got cold and the air seemed full of scent and flowers and singing and first i wanted to make a little clayman like the one nurse had made so long ago and i had to invent plans and stratagems and to look about and to think of things beforehand because nobody must dream of anything that i was doing or going to do and i was too old to carry clay about in a tin bucket at last i thought of a plan and i brought the wet clay to the break and did everything that nurse had done only i made a much finer image than the one she had made and when it was finished i did everything that i could imagine and much more than she did because it was the likeness of something far better and a few days later when i had done my lessons early i went for the second time by the way of the little brook that had led me into a strange country and i followed the brook and went through the bushes and beneath the low branches of trees and up thorny thickets on the hill and by dark woods full of creeping thorns a long long way then i crept through the dark tunnel where the brook had been and the ground was stony till at last i came to the thicket that climbed up the hill and though the leaves were coming out upon the trees everything looked almost as black as it was on the first day that i went there and the thicket was just the same and i went up slowly till i came out on the big bare hill and began to walk among the wonderful rocks i saw the terrible roar again on everything for though the sky was brighter the ring of wild hills all around was still dark and the hanging woods looked dark and dreadful and the strange walks were as gray as ever and when i looked down on them from the great mound sitting on the stone i saw all their amazing circles and rounds within rounds and i had to sit quite still and watch them as they began to turn about me and each stone danced in its place and they seemed to go round and round in a great world as if one were in the middle of all the stars and heard them rushing through the air so i went down among the rocks to dance with them and to sing extraordinary songs and i went down through the other thicket and drank from the bright stream in the close and secret valley putting my lips down to the bubbling water and then i went on till i came to the deep brimming well among the glittering moss and i sat down i looked before me into the secret darkness of the valley and behind me was the great high wall of grass and all around me there was the hanging woods that made the valley such a secret place i knew there was nobody here at all besides myself and that no one else could see me so i took off my boots and stockings and let my feet down into the water saying the words that i knew and it was not cold at all as i expected but warm and very pleasant and when my feet were in it i felt as if they were in silk or as if the nymph were kissing them so when i had done i said the other words and made the signs and then i dried my feet with a towel i had brought on purpose and put on my stockings and boots then i climbed up the steep wall and went into the place where there are the hollows and the two beautiful mounds and the round ridges of land and all the strange shapes i did not go down into the hollow this time but i turned at the end and made out the figures quite plainly as it was lighter and i'd remembered the story i'd quite forgotten before and in the story the two figures are called adam and eve and only those who know the story understand what they mean so i went on and on till i came to the secret wood which must not be described and i crept into it by the way i had found and when i had gone about halfway i stopped and turned round and got ready and i bound the handkerchief tightly around my eyes and made quite sure that i could not see at all not a twig nor the end of a leaf nor the light of the sky as it was an old red silk handkerchief with large yellow spots that went round twice and covered my eyes so that i could see nothing then i began to go on step by step very slowly my heart beat faster and faster and something rose in my throat that choked me and made me want to cry out but i shut my lips and went on bows caught in my hair as i went and great thorns tore me but i went on to the end of the path then i stopped and held out my arms and bowed and i went round the first time feeling with my hands and there was nothing i went round the second time feeling with my hands and there was nothing then i went round the third time feeling with my hands and the story was all true and i wished that the years were gone by and that i had not so long a time to wait before i was happy forever and ever nurse must have been a prophet like those we read of in the bible everything that she said began to come true and since then other things that she told me of have happened that was how i came to know that her stories were true and that i had not made up the secret myself out of my own head but there was another thing that happened that day i went a second time to the secret place it was at the deep brimming well and when i was standing on the moss i bent over and looked in and then i knew who the white lady was that i had seen come out of the water in the wood long ago when i was quite little and i trembled all over because that told me other things then i remembered how sometime after i'd seen the white people in the wood nurse asked me more about them and i told her all over again and she listened and said nothing for a long long time and at last she said you will see her again so i understood what had happened and what was to happen and i understood about the nymphs how i might meet them in all kinds of places and they would always help me and i must always look for them and find them in all sorts of strange shapes and appearances and without the nymphs i could never have found the secret and without them none of the other things could happen nurse had told me all about them long ago but she called them by another name and i did not know what she meant or what her tales of them were about only that they were very queer and there were two kinds the bright and the dark and both were very lovely and very wonderful and some people saw only one kind and some only the other but some saw them both but usually the dark appeared first and the bright ones came afterwards and there were extraordinary tales about them it was a day or two after i had come home from the secret place that i first really knew the nymphs nurse had shown me how to call them and i had tried but i did not know what she meant and so i thought it was all nonsense but i made up my mind i would try again so i went to the wood where the pool was where i saw the white people and i tried again the dark nymph alana came out and she turned the pool of water into a pool of fire epilogue that's a very queer story said cot grave handing back the green book to the recluse ambrose i see the drift of a good deal but there are many things that i do not grasp at all on the last page for example what does she mean by nymphs well i think there are references throughout the manuscript of certain processes which have been handed down by tradition from age to age some of these processes are just beginning to come within the purview of science which has arrived at them or rather the steps which lead to them by quite different paths i have interpreted the reference to nymphs as a reference to one of these processes and you believe that there are such things though i think so yes i believe i could give you convincing evidence on that point i am afraid you have neglected the study of alchemy it is a pity for the symbolism at all events is very beautiful and moreover if you were acquainted with certain books on the subject i could recall to your mind phrases which might explain a good deal in the manuscript that you have been reading yes but i want to know whether you seriously think that there is any foundation of fact beneath these fancies is it not all a department of poetry a curious dream with which man has indulged himself i can only say that it is no doubt better for the great massive people to dismiss it all as a dream but if you ask my veritable belief that goes quite the other way no i should not say belief but rather knowledge i may tell you that i have known cases in which men have stumbled quite by accident on certain of these processes and have been astonished by wholly unexpected results in the cases i'm thinking of there could have been no possibility of suggestion or subconscious action of any kind one might as well suppose a schoolboy suggesting the existence of escalist himself which he plods mechanically through the declensions but you have noticed the obscurity ambrose went on and in this particular case it must have been dictated by instinct since the writer never thought that her manuscripts would fall into other hands but the practice is universal and for most excellent reasons powerful and sovereign medicines which are of necessity virulent poisons also are kept in a locked cabinet the child may find the key by chance and drink herself dead but in most cases the search is educational and the files contain precious elixirs for him who has patiently fashioned the key for himself you do not care to go into details no frankly i do not no you must remain unconvinced but you saw how the manuscript illustrates the talk we had last week is this girl still alive no i was one of those who found her i knew the father well he was a lawyer and had always left her very much to herself he thought of nothing but deeds and leases and the news came to him as an awful surprise she was missing one morning i suppose it was about a year after she had written about what you have read the servants were called and they told things and put the only natural interpretation on them a perfectly erroneous one they discovered that green book somewhere in her room and i found her in the place that she described with so much dread lying on the ground before the image it was an image yes it was hidden by the thorns and the thick undergrowth that had surrounded it it was a wild lonely country but you know what it was like by her description though of course you will understand that the colors have been heightened a child's imagination always makes the heights higher and the depths deeper than they really are and she had unfortunately for herself something more than imagination one might say perhaps that the picture in her mind which she succeeded in a measure in putting into words was the scene as it would have appeared to an imaginative artist but it is a strange desolate land and she was dead yes she had poisoned herself in time no there was not a word to be said against her in the ordinary sense you may recollect a story i had told you the other night about a lady who saw her child's fingers crushed by a window and what was this statue well it was a roman workmanship of a stone that with the centuries had not blackened but had become white and luminous the thicket had grown up about it and concealed it and in the middle ages the followers of a very old tradition had known how to use it for their own purposes in fact it had been incorporated into the monstrous mythology of the Sabbath you will have noted that those to whom a sight of that shining whiteness have been vouchsafed by chance or rather perhaps by a parent chance were required to blindfold themselves on their second approach that is very significant and is it there still i sent for tools and we hammered it into dust and fragments the persistence of tradition never surprises me ambrose went on after a pause i could name many an english parish where such traditions as that girl had listened to in her childhood are still existent in a cult but unabated vigor no for me it is the story not the sequel which is strange and awful for i have always believed that wonder is of the soul and of the white people part three by arthur mochin this recording is by ian verley section 16 of lovecrafts influences and favorites this is a leber vox recording all leber vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit leber vox dot org recording by j m h powell lost hearts by m r james it was as far as i can ascertain in september of the year 1811 that a post shez drew up before the door of aswerby hall in the heart of lincoln cheer the little boy who was the only passenger in the shez and who jumped out as soon as it had stopped looked about him with the keenest curiosity during the short interval that elapsed between the ringing of the bell and the opening of the hall door he saw a tall square red brick house built in the reign of an a stone-pillared porch had been added in the purer classical style of 1790 the windows of the house were many tall and narrow with small panes and thick white woodwork a pediment pierced with a round window crowned the front there were wings to right and left connected by curious glazed galleries supported by colonnades with the central block these wings plainly contained the stables and offices of the house each was surmounted by an ornamental cupola with a gilded vein an evening light shown on the building making the window panes glow like so many fires away from the hall in front stretched a flat park studded with oaks and fringed with furs which stood out against the sky the clock in the church tower buried in trees on the edge of the park only its golden weather cock catching the light was striking six and the sound came gently beating down the wind it was altogether a pleasant impression though tinged with the sort of melancholy appropriate to an evening in early autumn that was conveyed to the mind of the boy who was standing in the porch waiting for the door to open to him the post-chez had brought him from warwickshire where some six months before he had been left in orphan now owing to the generous offer of his elderly cousin mr abney he had come to live at aswerby the offer was unexpected because all who knew anything of mr abney looked upon him as a somewhat austere recluse into whose steady going household the advent of a small boy would impart a new and it seemed incongruous element the truth is that very little was known of mr abney's pursuits or temper the professor of greek at cambridge had been heard to say that no one knew more of the religious beliefs of the later pagans than did the owner of aswerby certainly his library contained all the then available books bearing on the mysteries the orphic poems the worship of mithras and the neoplatonists in the marble paved hall stood a fine group of mithras slaying a bull which had been imported from the levant at great expense by the owner he had contributed a description of it to the gentleman's magazine and he had written a remarkable series of articles in the critical museum on the superstitions of the romans of the lower empire he was looked upon in fine as a man wrapped up in his books and it was a matter of great surprise among his neighbors that he should ever have heard of his orphan cousin steven elliot much more that he should have volunteered to make him an inmate of aswerby hall whatever may have been expected by his neighbors it is certain that mr abney the tall the thin the austere seemed inclined to give his young cousin a kindly reception the moment the front door was opened he darted out of his study rubbing his hands with delight how are you my boy how are you how are you said he that is you are not too much tired i hope by your journey to eat your supper no thank you sir said master elliot i am pretty well that's a good lad said mr abney and how old are you my boy it seemed a little odd that he should have asked the question twice in the first two minutes of their acquaintance i'm twelve years old next birthday sir said steven and when is your birthday my dear boy 11th of september and that's well that's very well nearly a year hence isn't it i like i like to get these things down in my book sure it's 12 certain yes quite sure sir well well take him to mrs bunch's room parks and let him have his tea supper whatever it is yes sir answered the state mr parks and conducted steven to the lower regions mrs bunch was the most comfortable and human person whom steven had as yet met at aswerby she made him completely at home they were great friends in a quarter of an hour and great friends they remained mrs bunch had been born in the neighborhood some 55 years before the date of steven's arrival and her residence at the hall was of 20 years standing consequently if anyone knew the ins and outs of the house and the district mrs bunch knew them and she was by no means disinclined to communicate her information certainly there were plenty of things about the hall and the hall gardens which steven who was of an adventurous and inquiring turn was anxious to have explained to him who built the temple at the end of the laura walk who was the old man whose picture hung on the staircase sitting at a table with a skull under his hand these and many similar points were cleared up by the resources of mrs bunch's powerful intellect there were others however of which the explanations furnished were less satisfactory one november evening steven was sitting by the fire in the housekeeper's room reflecting on his surroundings his mr abney a good man and will he go to heaven he suddenly asked with the peculiar confidence which children possess in the ability of their elders to settle these questions the decision of which is believed to be reserved for other tribunals good bless the child said mrs bunch masters as kind a soul as ever i see didn't i never tell you of the little boy as he took in out of the street as you might say this seven years back and a little girl two years after i first come here no do tell me all about the mrs bunch now this minute well said mrs bunch the little girl i don't seem to recollect so much about i know master brought her back with him from his walk one day and give orders to mrs ellis as she was housekeeper then as she should be took every care with and the poor child hadn't no one belonging to her she told me so her own self and here she lived with us a matter of three weeks it might be and then whether she was something of a gypsy in her blood or whatnot but one morning she out of her bed or for any of us had opened her eye and neither track nor yet trace of her have i said eyes on since master was wonderful put about and had all the ponds dragged but it's my belief she was had away by them gypsies for there was singing round the house for as much as an hour the night she went and parks he declare as he had them a calling in the woods all that afternoon dear dear a hodg child she was so silent in her ways and all but i was wonderful taken up with so domesticated she was surprising and what about the little boy said steven ah that poor boy side mrs bunch he were a foreigner jevony he called himself and he come a tweaking is early goody round and about the drive one winter day and master had him in that minute and asked all about where he came from and how old he was and how he made his way and where was his relatives and all this kind as heart could wish but it went the same way with him there are unruly lot them foreign nations i do suppose and he was off one fine morning just the same as the girl why he went and what he done was our question for as much as a year after for he never took his early goody and there it lays on the shelf the remainder of the evening was spent by steven in miscellaneous cross-examination of mrs bunch and in efforts to extract a tune from the hurdy-gurdy that night he had a curious dream at the end of the passage at the top of the house in which his bedroom was situated there was an old disused bathroom it was kept locked but the upper half of the door was glazed and since the muslin curtains which used to hang there had long been gone you could look in and see the lead lined bath affixed to the wall on the right hand with its head towards the window on the night of which i am speaking steven elliott found himself as he thought looking through the glazed door the moon was shining through the window and he was gazing at a figure which lay in the bath his description of what he saw reminds me of what i once beheld myself in the famous vaults of st. miken's church in dublin which possesses the horrid property of preserving corpses from decay for centuries a figure inexpressibly thin and pathetic of a dusty leaden color enveloped in a shroud-like garment the thin lips crooked into a faint and dreadful smile the hands pressed tightly over the region of the heart as he looked upon it a distant almost inaudible moon seemed to issue from its lips and the arms began to stir the terror of the site forced steven backwards and he awoke to the fact that he was indeed standing on the cold boarded floor of the passage in the full light of the moon with a courage which i do not think can be common among boys of his age he went to the door of the bathroom to ascertain if the figure of his dreams were really there it was not and he went back to bed mrs. bunch was much impressed next morning by his story and went so far as to replace the muslin curtain over the glazed door of the bathroom mr. abney moreover to whom he confided his experiences at breakfast was greatly interested and made notes of the matter in what he called his book the spring equinox was approaching as mr. abney frequently reminded his cousin adding that this had always been considered by the ancients to be a critical time for the young that steven would do well to take care of himself and to shut his bedroom window at night and that since a rhinoc had some valuable remarks on the subject two incidents that occurred about this time made an impression upon steven's mind the first was after an unusually uneasy and oppressed night that he had passed though he could not recall any particular dream that he had had the following evening mrs. bunch was occupying herself in mending his nightgown gracious me master steven she broke forth rather irritably how do you manage to tear your nightdress tear your nightdress all to flinders this way look here sir what trouble you do give to poor servants that have to darn and mend after you there was indeed a most destructive and apparently wanton series of slits or scorings in the garment which would undoubtedly require a skillful needle to make good they were confined to the left side of the chest long parallel slits about six inches in length some of them not quite piercing the texture of the linen steven could only express his entire ignorance of their origin he was sure they were not there the night before but he said mrs. bunch they're just the same as the scratches on the outside of my bedroom door and i'm sure i never had anything to do with making them mrs. bunch gazed at him open mouthed then snatched up a candle departed hastily from the room and was heard making her way upstairs in a few minutes she came down well she said master steven it's a funny thing to me how their marks and scratches can come there too high up for any cat or dog to have made them much less a rat for all the world like a china man's fingernails as my uncle in the tea trade used to tell us of when we was girls together i wouldn't say nothing to master not if i was you master steven my dear and just turn the key of the door when you go to your bed i always do miss his bunch as soon as i've said my prayers ah that's a good child always say your prayers and then no one can't hurt you herewith mrs. bunch addressed herself to mending the injured night gown with intervals of meditation until bedtime this was on a friday night in march 1812 on the following evening the usual duet of steven and mrs. bunch was augmented by the sudden arrival of mr. parks the butler who has a rule kept himself rather to himself in his own pantry he did not see that steven was there he was moreover flustered and less slow of speech than was his want master may get up his own wine if he likes of an evening was his first remark either i do it in the daytime or not at all mrs. bunch i don't know what it may be very like it's the rats or the wind got into the cellars but i'm not so young as i was and i can't go through with it as i have done well mr. parks you know it is a surprising place for the rats is the whole i'm not denying that mrs. bunch and to be sure many a time i've heard the tale from the men in the shipyards about the rat that could speak i never laid no confidence in that before but tonight if i demeaned myself to lay my ear to the door of the further bin i could pretty much have heard what they were saying oh there mr. parks i've no patience with your fancies rats talking in the wine cellar indeed well mrs. bunch i've no wish to argue with you all i say is if you choose to go to the far bin and lay your ear to the door you may prove my words this minute what nonsense you do talk mr. parks not fit for children to listen to why you'll be frightening master steven there out of his wits what master steven said parks are waking to the consciousness of the boy's presence master steven knows well enough when i'm a playing a joke with you mrs. bunch in fact master steven knew much too well to suppose that mr. parks had in the first instance intended a joke he was interested not altogether pleasantly in the situation but all his questions were unsuccessful in inducing the butler to give any more detailed account of his experiences in the wine cellar we have now arrived at march 24 1812 it was a day of curious experiences for steven a windy noisy day which filled the house and the gardens with a restless impression as steven stood by the fence of the grounds and looked out into the park he felt as if an endless procession of unseen people were sweeping past him on the wind born on resistlessly and aimlessly vainly striving to stop themselves to catch it something that might arrest their flight and bring them once again into contact with the living world of which they had formed apart after lunch in that day mr. abney said steven my boy do you think you could manage to come to me tonight as late as 11 o'clock in my study i shall be busy until that time and i wish to show you something connected with your future life which it is most important that you should know you are not to mention this matter to mrs. bunch nor to anyone else in the house and you had better go to your room at the usual time here was a new excitement added to life steven eagerly grasped at the opportunity of sitting up till 11 o'clock he looked in at the library door on his way upstairs that evening and saw a brazier which he had often noticed in the corner of the room moved out before the fire an old silver gilt cup stood on the table filled with red wine and some written sheets of paper lay near it mr. abney was sprinkling some incense on the brazier from around silver box as steven passed but did not seem to notice his step the wind had fallen and there was a still night and a full moon at about 10 o'clock steven was standing at the open window of his bedroom looking out over the country still as the night was the mysterious population of the distant moonlit woods was not yet lulled to rest from time to time strange cries as of lost and despairing wanderers sounded from across the mirror they might be the notes of owls or waterbirds yet they did not quite resemble either sound were not they coming nearer now they sounded from the nearer side of the water and in a few moments they seemed to be floating about among the shrubberies then they ceased but just as steven was thinking of shutting the window and resuming his reading of robinson crusoe he caught sight of two figures standing on the graveled terrace that ran along the garden side of the hall the figures of a boy and a girl as it seemed they stood side by side looking up at the windows something in the form of the girl recalled irresistibly his dream of the figure in the bath the boy inspired him with more acute fear whilst the girl stood still half smiling with her hands clasped over her heart the boy a thin shape with black hair and ragged clothing raised his arms in the air with an appearance of menace and of unappeasable hunger and longing the moon shown upon his almost transparent hands and steven saw that the nails were fearfully long and that the light shone through them as he stood with his arms thus raised he disclosed a terrifying spectacle on the left side of his chest there opened a black and gaping rent and there fell upon steven's brain rather than upon his ear the impression of one of those hungry and desolate cries that he had heard resounding over the woods of aswerby all that evening in another moment this dreadful pair had moved swiftly and noiselessly over the dry gravel and he saw them no more inexpressibly frightened as he was he determined to take his candle and go down to mr abney's study for the hour appointed for their meeting was near at hand the study or library opened out of the front hall on one side and steven urged on by his terrors did not take long in getting there to effect an entrance was not so easy it was not locked he felt sure for the key was on the outside of the door as usual his repeated knocks produced no answer mr abney was engaged he was speaking what why did he try to cry out and why was the cry choked in his throat had he too seen the mysterious children but now everything was quiet and the door yielded to steven's terrified and frantic pushing on the table in mr abney's study certain papers were found which explained the situation to steven elliot when he was of an age to understand them the most important sentences were as follows it was a belief very strongly and generally held by the ancients of whose wisdom in these matters i have had such experience as induces me to place confidence in their assertions that by enacting certain processes which to us moderns have something of a barbaric complexion a very remarkable enlightenment of the spiritual faculties in man may be attained that for example by absorbing the personalities of a certain number of his fellow creatures an individual may gain a complete ascendancy over those orders of spiritual beings which control the elemental forces of our universe it is recorded of simon magus that he was able to fly in the air to become invisible or to assume any form he pleased by the agency of the soul of a boy whom to use the libelous phrase employed by the author of the clementine recognitions he had murdered i find it set down moreover with considerable detail in the writings of hermit's chismegistus that similar happy results may be produced by the absorption of the hearts of not less than three human beings below the age of 21 years to the testing of the truth of this receipt i have devoted the greater part of the last 20 years selecting as the corpora villia of my experiment such persons as could conveniently be removed without occasioning a sensible cap in society the first step i affected by the removal of one phoebe stanley a girl of gypsy extraction on march 24 1792 the second by the removal of a wandering italian lad named giovanni powerly on the night of march 23 1805 the final victim to employ a word repugnant in the highest degree to my feelings must be my cousin steven elliot his day must be this march 24 1812 the best means of affecting the required absorption is to remove the heart from the living subject to reduce it to ashes and to mingle them with about a pint of some red wine preferably port the remains of the first two subjects at least it will be well to conceal a disused bathroom or wine cellar will be found convenient for such a purpose some annoyance may be experienced from the psychic portion of the subject which popular language dignifies with the name of ghosts but the man of philosophic temperament do him alone the experiment is appropriate will be little prone to attach importance to the feeble efforts of these beings to wreak their vengeance on him i contemplate with the liveliest satisfaction the enlarged and emancipated existence which the experiment if successful will confer on me not only placing me beyond the reach of human justice so called but eliminating to a great extent the prospect of death itself mr abney was found in his chair his head thrown back his face stamped with an expression of rage fright and mortal pain in his left side was a terrible lacerated wound exposing the heart there was no blood on his hands and a long knife that lay on the table was perfectly clean a savage wild cat might have inflicted the injuries the window of the study was open and it was the opinion of the coroner that mr abney had met his death by the agency of some wild creature but steven elliott's study of the papers i have quoted led him to a very different conclusion end of lost hearts by mr james recording by j m h powell