H. P. Lovecraft - 48 Books and Short Stories Part 29

'Matt Eliot his fust mate, talked a lot too, only he was again' folks's doin' any heathen things. Told abaout an island east of Othaheite whar they was a lot o' stone ruins older'n anybody knew anying abaout, kind o' like them on Ponape, in the Carolines, but with carven's of faces that looked like the big statues on Easter Island. Thar was a little volcanic island near thar, too, whar they was other ruins with diff'rent carvin' - - ruins all wore away like they'd ben under the sea onct, an' with picters of awful monsters all over 'em.

"Wal, Sir, Matt he says the natives anound thar had all the fish they cud ketch, an' sported bracelets an' armlets an' head rigs made aout o' a queer kind o' gold an' covered with picters o' monsters jest like the ones carved over the ruins on the little island - - sorter fish-like frogs or froglike fishes that was drawed in all kinds o' positions likes they was humanbein's. n.o.body cud get aout o' them whar they got all the stuff, an' all the other natives wondered haow they managed to find fish in plenty even when the very next island had lean pickin's. Matt he got to wonderon' too an' so did Cap'n Obed. Obed be notices, besides, that lots of the hn'some young folks ud drop aout o' sight fer good from year to year, an' that they wan't many old folks around. Also, he thinks some of the folks looked dinned queer even for Kanakys.

"It took Obed to git the truth aout o' them heathen. I dun't know haow he done it, but be begun by tradin' fer the gold-like things they wore. Ast 'em whar they come from, an' ef they cud git more, an' finally wormed the story aout o' the old chief - -Walakea, they called him. n.o.body but Obed ud ever a believed the old yeller devil, but the Cap'n cud read folks like they was books. Heh, heh! n.o.body never believes me naow when I tell 'em, an' I dun't s'pose you will, young feller - - hough come to look at ye, ye hev kind o'

got them sharp-readin' eyes like Obed had."

The old man's whisper grew fainter, and I ffound myself shuddering at the terrible and sincere portentousness of his intonation, even though I knew his tale could be nothing but drunken phantasy.

"Wal, Sir, Obed he 'lart that they's things on this arth as most folks never heerd about - - an' wouldn't believe ef they did hear. lt seems these Kanakys was sacrificin' heaps o'

their young men an' maidens to some kind o' G.o.d-things that lived under the sea, an'

gittin' all kinds o' favour in return. They met the things on the little islet with the queer ruins, an' it seems them awful picters o' frog-fish monsters was supposed to be picters o'

these things. Mebbe they was the kind o' critters as got all the mermaid stories an' sech started.

They had all kinds a' cities on the sea-bottom, an' this island was heaved up from thar.

Seem they was some of the things alive in the stone buildin's when the island come up sudden to the surface, That's how the Kanakys got wind they was daown thar. Made sign- talk as son as they got over bein' skeert, an' pieced up a bargain afore long.

"Them things liked human sacrifices. Had had 'em ages afore, but lost track o' the upper world after a time. What they done to the victims I ain't fer me to say, an' I guess Obed was'n't none too sharp abaout askin'. But it was all right with the heathens, because they'd ben havin' a hard time an' was desp'rate abaout everything. They give a sarten number o'

young folks to the sea-things twice every year - - May-Eve an' Hallawe'en - -r eg'lar as cud be. Also give some a' the carved knick-knacks they made. what the things agreed to give in return was plenty a' fish - - they druv 'em in from all over the sea - - an' a few gold like things naow an' then.

"Wal, as I says, the natives met the things on the little vol-canic islet - - goin' thar in canoes with the sacrifices et cet'ry, and bringin' back any of the gold-like jools as was comin' to 'em. At fust the things didn't never go onto the main island, but arter a time they come to want to. Seems they hankered arter mixin' with the folks, an' havin' j'int ceremonies on the big days - - May-Eve an' HaIIowe'en. Ye see, they was able to live both in ant aout o' water - - what they call amphibians, I guess. The Kanakys told 'em as haow folks from the other islands might wanta wjpe 'an out if they got wind o' their bein'

thar, but they says they dun't keer much, because they cud wipe aout the hull brood o'

humans ef they was wiliin' to bother - - that is, any as didn't be, sarten signs sech as was used onct by the lost Old Ones, whoever they was. But not wantin' to bother, they'd lay low shun anybody visited the island.

"When it come to matin' with them toad-lookin' fishes, the Kanakys kind o' balked, but finally they larnt something as put a new face on the matter. Seems that human folks has got a kind a' relation to sech water-beasts - - that everything alive come aout o' the water onct an' only needs a little change to go back agin. Them things told the Kanakys that ef they mixed bloods there'd be children as ud look human at fust, but later turn more'n more like the things, till finally they'd take to the water an' jine the main lot o' things daown har. An' this is the important part, young feller - - them as turned into fish things an' went into the water wouldn't never die. Them things never died excep' they was kilt violent.

"Wal, Sir, it seems by the time Obed knowed them islanders they was all full o' fish blood from them deep water things. When they got old an' begun to shew it, they was kep' hid until they felt like takin' to the water an' quittin' the place. Some was more teched than others, an' some never did change quite enough to take to the water; but mosily they turned out jest the way them things said. Them as was born more like the things changed arly, but them as was nearly human sometimes stayed on the island till they was past seventy, though they'd usually go daown under for trial trips afore that. Folks as had took to the water gen'rally come back a good deal to visit, so's a man ud often b. a'talkin' to his own five-times-great-grandfather who'd left the dry land a couple o' hundred years or so afore.

"Everybody got aout o' the idee o' dyin' - - excep' in canoe wars with the other islanders, or as sacrifices to the sea-G.o.ds daown below, or from snakebite or plague or sharp gallopin' ailments or soinethin' adore they cud take to the water - - but simply looked forrad to a kind o' change that wa'n't a bit horrible artet a while. They thought what they'd got was well wuth all they'd had to give up - - an' I guess Obed kind o' come to think the same hisself when he'd chewed over old Walakea's story a bit. Walakea, though, was one of the few as hadn't got none of the fish blood - - bein' of a royal line that intermarried with royal lines on other islands.

"Walakea he shewed Obed a lot o' rites an' incantations as had to do with the sea things, an' let him see some o' the folks in the village as had changed a lot from human shape.

Somehaow or other, though, he never would let him see one of the reg'lar things from right aout o' the water. In the end he give him a funny kind o' thingumajig made aout o' lead or something, that he said ud bring up the fish things from any place in the water whar they might be a nest o' 'em. The idee was to drop it daown with the right kind o'

prayers an' sech. Walakea allowed as the things was scattered all over the world, so's anybody that looked abaout cud find a nest an' bring 'em up ef they was wanted.

"Matt he didn't like this business at all, an' wanted Obed shud keep away from the island; but the Cap'n was sharp fer gain, an' faound he cud get them gold-like things so cheap it ud pay him to make a specialty of them. Things went on that way for years an' Obed got enough o' that gold-like stuff to make him start the refinery in Waite's old run-daown fullin' mill. He didn't da.s.s sell the pieces like they was, for folks ud be all the time askin'

questions. All the same his crews ud get a piece an' dispose of it naow and then, even though they was swore to keep quiet; an' he let his women-folks wear some o' the pieces as was more human-like than most.

"Well, come abaout thutty-eight - - when I was seven year' old - - Obed he faound the island people all wiped aout between v'yages. Seems the other islanders had got wind o'

what was goin' on, and had took matters into their own hands. S'pose they must a had, after all, them old magic signs as the sea things says was the only things they was afeard of. No tellin' what any o' them Kanakys will chance to git a holt of when the sea-bottom throws up some island with ruins older'n the deluge. Pious cusses, these was - - they didn't leave nothin' standin' on either the main island or the little volcanic islet excep'

what parts of the ruins was too big to knock daown. In some places they was little stones strewed abaout - - like charms - - with somethin' on 'em like what ye call a swastika naowadays. Prob'ly them was the Old Ones' signs. - Folks all wiped aout no trace o' no gold-like things an' none the nearby Kanakys ud breathe a word abaout the matter.

Wouldn't even admit they'd ever ben any people on that island.

"That naturally hit Obed pretty hard, seein' as his normal trade was doin' very poor. It hit the whole of Innsmouth, too, because in seafarint days what profited the master of a s.h.i.+p gen'lly profited the crew proportionate. Most of the folks araound the taown took the hard times kind o' sheep-like an' resigned, but they was in bad shape because the fis.h.i.+n' was peterin' aout an' the mills wan't doin' none too well.

"Then's the time Obed he begun a-cursin' at the folks fer bein' dull sheep an' prayin' to a Christian heaven as didn't help 'em none. He told 'em he'd knowed o' folks as prayed to G.o.ds that give somethin' ye reely need, an' says ef a good bunch o' men ud stand by him, he cud mebbe get a holt o' sarten paowers as ud bring plenty o' fish an' quite a bit of gold.

0' course them as sarved on the Sumatry Queen, an' seed the island knowed what he meant, an' wa'n't none too anxious to get clost to sea-things like they'd heard tell on, but them as didn't know what 'twas all abaout got kind o' swayed by what Obed had to say, and begun to ast him what he cud do to sit 'em on the way to the faith as ud bring 'em results."

Here the old man faltered, mumbled, and lapsed into a moody and apprehensive silence; glancing nervously over his shoulder and then turning back to stare fascinatedly at the distant black reef. When I spoke to him he did not answer, so I knew I would have to let him finish the bottle. The insane yarn I was hearing interested me profoundly, for I fancied there was contained within it a sort of crude allegory based upon the strangeness of Innsmouth and elaborated by an imagination at once creative and full of sc.r.a.ps of exotic legend. Not for a moment did I believe that the tale had any really substantial foundation; but none the less the account held a hint of genuine terror if only because it brought in references to strange jewels clearly akin to the malign tiara I had seen at Newburyport. Perhaps the ornaments bad, after all, come from some strange island; and possibly the wild stories were lies of the bygone Obed himself rather than of this antique toper.

I handed Zadok the bottle, and he drained it to the last drop. It was curious how he could stand so much whiskey, for not even a trace of thickness had come into his high, wheezy voice. He licked the nose of the bottle and slipped it into his pocket, then beginning to nod and whisper softly to himself. I bent close to catch any articulate words he might utter, and thought I saw a sardonic smile behind the stained bushy whiskers. Yes - - he was really forming words, and I could grasp a fair proportion of them.

"Poor Matt - - Matt he allus was agin it - - tried to line up the folks on his side, an' had long talks with the preachers - - no use - - they run the Congregational parson aout o'

taown, an' the Methodist feller quit - - never did see Resolved Babc.o.c.k, the Baptist parson, agin - - Wrath 0' Jehovy - - I was a mightly little critter, but I heerd what I heerd an, seen what I seen - - Dagon an' Ashtoreth - - Belial an' Beelzebub - - Golden Caff an'

the idols o' Canaan an' the Philistines - - Babylonish abominations - - Mene, mene, tekel, upharisn - -."

He stopped again, and from the look in his watery blue eyes I feared he was close to a stupor after all. But when I gently shook his shoulder he turned on me with astonis.h.i.+ng alertness and snapped out some more obscure phrases.

"Dun't believe me, hey? Hey, heh, heh - - then jest tell me, young feller, why Cap'n Obed an' twenty odd other folks used to row aout to Devil Reef in the dead o' night an' chant things so laoud ye cud hear 'em all over taown when the wind was right? Tell me that, hey? An' tell me why Obed was allus droppin' heavy things daown into the deep water t'other side o' the reef whar the bottom shoots daown like a cliff Iower'a ye kin saound?

Tell me what he done with that funny-shaped lead thingumajig as Walakea give him?

Hey, boy? An' what did they all haowl on May-Eve, an, agin the next Hallowe'en? An'

why'd the new church parsons - - fellers as used to he sailors - - wear them queer robes an' cover their-selves with them gold-like things Obed brung? Hey?"

The watery blue eyes were almost savage and maniacal now, and the dirty white beard bristled electrically. Old Zadok probably saw me shrink back, for he began to cackle evilly.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh! Beginni' to see hey? Mebbe ye'd like to a ben me in them days, when I seed things at night aout to sea from the cupalo top o' my haouse. Oh, I kin tell ye'

little pitchers hev big ears, an' I wa'n't missin' nothin' o' what was gossiped abaout Cap'n Obed an' the folks aout to the reef! Heh, heh, heh! Haow abaout the night I took my pa's s.h.i.+p's gla.s.s up to the cupalo an' seed the reef a-bristlin' thick with shapes that dove off quick soon's the moon riz?

Obed an' the folks was in a dory, but them shapes dove off the far side into the deep water an' never come up . . .

Haow'd ye like to be a little shaver alone up in a cupola a-watchin' shapes as wa'n't human shapes? . . .Heh? . . . Heh, heh, heh . . ."

The old man was getting hysterical, and I began to s.h.i.+ver with a nameless allarm. He laid a gnarled claw on my shoul-der, and it seemed to me that its shaking was not altogether that of mirth.

"S'pose one night ye seed somethin' heavy heaved offen Obed's dory beyond the reef' and then learned next day a young feller was missin' from home. Hey! Did anybody ever see hide or hair o' Hiram Gilman agin. Did they? An' Nick Pierce, an' Luelly Waite, an'

Adoniram Saouthwick, an' Henry Garrison Hey? Heh, heh, heh, heh . . . Shapes talkin'

sign language with their hands . . . them as had reel hands . . .

"Wal, Sir, that was the time Obed begun to git on his feet agin. Folks see his three darters a-wearin' gold-like things as n.o.body'd never see on 'em afore, an' smoke stared comin'

aout o' the refin'ry chimbly. Other folks was prosp'rin, too - - fish begun to swarm into the harbour fit to kill' an' heaven knows what sized cargoes we begun to s.h.i.+p aout to Newb'ry-port, Arkham, an' Boston. T'was then Obed got the ol' branch raitrud put through. Some Kingsport fishermen heerd abaout the ketch an' come up in sloops, but they was all lost. n.o.body never see 'em agin. An' jest then our folk. organised the Esoteric Order 0' Dagon, an' bought Masoic Hall offen Calvary Commandery for it . . .

heh, heh, heh! Mart Eliot was a Mason an' agin the sellin', but he dropped aout o' sight jest then.

"Remember, I ain't sayin' Obod was set on hevin' things jest like they was on that Kanaky isle. I dun't think he aimed at fust to do no mixin', nor raise no younguns to take to the water an' turn into fishes with eternal life. He wanted them gold things, an' was willin' to pay heavy, an' I guess the others was satisfied fer a while . . .

"Come in'forty-six the taown done some lookin' an' thinkin' fer itself. Too many folks msssin' - - too much wild preachin' at meetin' of a Sunday - -too much talk abaout that reef. I guess I done a bit by tellin' Selectman Mowry what I see from the cupalo. They was a party one night as follered Obed's craowd aout to the reef, an' I heerd shots betwixt the dories. Nex' day Obed and thutty-two others was in gaol, with everybody a-wonderin'

jest what was afoot and jest what charge agin 'em cud he got to holt. G.o.d, ef anybody'd look'd ahead . . . a couple o' weeks later, when nothin' had ben throwed into the sea fer thet long . . .

Zadok was shewing sings of fright and exhaustion, and I let him keep silence for a while, though glancing apprehen-sively at my watch. The tide had turned and was coming in now, and the sound of the waves seemed to arouse him. I was glad of that tide, for at high water the fishy smell might not be so bad. Again I strained to catch his whispers.

"That awful night . . . I seed 'em. I was up in the cupalo . . . hordes of' em . . . swarms of 'em . . . all over the reef an' swimin' up the harbour into the Manuret. . . G.o.d, what happened in the streets of Innsmouth that night . . . they rattled our door, but pa wouldn't open . . . then he clumb aout the kitchen winder with his musket to find Selecman Mowry an' see what he cud; do . . . Maounds o' the dead an' the dyin' . . . shots and screams . . .

shaoutin' in Ol Squar an' Taown Squar an' New Church Green - - gaol throwed open . . . - - proclamation . . . treason . . . called it the plague when folks come in an' faoud haff our people missin' . . . n.o.body left but them as ud jine in with Obed an' them things or else keep quiet . . . never heard o' my pa no more. . . "

The old man was panting and perspiring profusely. His grip on my shoulder tightened.

"Everything cleaned up in the mornin' - - but they was traces . . . Obed he kinder takes charge an' says things is goin' to be changed . . . others'll wors.h.i.+p with us at meetin' -time, an' sarten haouses hez got to entertin guests . . . they wanted to mix like they done wish the Kanakys, an' he for one didn't feel baound to stop 'em. Far gone, was 0bed . . . jest like a crazy man on the subjeck. He says they brung us fish an' treasure, an' shud hev what they hankered after . . ."

'Nothin' was to be diff'runt on the aoutsid; only we was to keep shy o' strangers ef we knowed what was good fer us.

We all hed to take the Oath o' Dagon, an' later on they was secon' an' third Oaths that wrne on us took. Them as ud help special, ud git special rewards - - gold an' sech - - No use balkin', fer they was millions of 'em daown thar. They'd ruther not start risin' an'

wipin' aout human-kind, but ef they was gave away an' forced to, they cud do a lot toward jest that. We didn't hev them old charms to cut 'em off like folks in the Saouth Sea did, an' them Kanakys wudu't never give away their secrets.

"Yield up enough sacrifices an' savage knick-knacks an' harbourage in the taown when they wanted it, an' they'd let well enough alone. Wudn't bother no strangers as might bear tales aoutside - - that is, withaout they got pryin'. All in the band of the faithful - - Order 0' Dagon - - an' the children shud never die, but go back to the Mother Hydra an' Father Dagon what we all come from onct . . . la! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah-nagl fhtaga - - "