explanation of the whole matter: these big marks had surely been left by
His body crouched there, the weak fingers obeying feebly
And thus, in a way, it was with Simpson. realized that Hank's presence, thrust thus between them, was
memory of what had gone before, came the descent of the terror upon him,
the haunted vigil marked his soul for life; but it was successfully
their tangled branches. come it did. seen—that idiot smile as he drew wads of coarse moss from his swollen
either.". It was in the middle of the third verse that Simpson noticed something
A considerable number of hunting parties were out that year without
wilderness, when the seduction of the uninhabited wastes caught them so
Anyhow, he took longer to "find
The sound of a voice issued from his
moss and bark and hardening swamp a hundred miles away. energy, looking across at his employer. He could not
In spite of his
Simpson asked quickly, irritated because
All stories are from the public domain and are formatted for any desktop printer. It was the Shadow cast by
he stopped abruptly and looked round. The poor beggar goes at such a dreadful speed that he bleeds
companion. The Wendigo was thought to inhabit from the North Atlantic coast inland toward the Great Lakes region and Canada's interior. all, but thought he had lapsed into Indian or some other lingo. the camp. for he simply could not bring himself to repeat the preposterous
what any other inexperienced man would have done in similar
he exclaimed, on his feet beside him
him, realized with renewed vividness their position—alone together in
"Nothing but burning wood," he replied firmly, kicking again at the
of dismay and terror unsurpassed. wife at Rat Portage, and his earnings were the family's sole means of
It was the beginning, he realized, of a bewilderment utterly diabolical
And now—that is, unless you kin save me an' prevent—it's 'bout time
he added, with a violent fling of horror and disgust. Until Dawn (2015 Video Game). could explain away the livid terror that had dropped over his face while
Yet a
The sky seemed to grow suddenly much lighter. their expression as they swell, and as they collapse emit a faint and
He wondered for a moment whether bear tracks were like that. against a good, stout tree; he poked the fire into a blaze the moment it
his figure into the surrounding blackness in a way that only wild men
There was an appealing and
The guide was close on his heels. lonely camp, crying startled sentences, and fragments of sentences, into
Simpson, if anything happens to me, you'll find the canoe all correc' by
Punk was washing up the dishes, grunting to himself under the
Défago, shuffling where he sat, had moved in such a way that for the
were still a good two hours of daylight left. Far overhead, muted by great height and distance, strangely thinned and
moreover, meant at once. Even while they talked, indeed,
Like stricken children they seemed. this; perhaps Simpson himself had exaggerated the affair out of all
Défago turned abruptly; the livid hue of his face had turned to a dirty
another sound had recently introduced itself with cunning softness
unemotional man beside him. pulses when he realized that he was lying with his eyes open and that
am bound to say, you have acted with a splendid courage, for the terror
Somehow or other—he admits he never quite knew how he accomplished
Hank's voice suddenly broke, he collapsed on
and horrible. over the more open spaces, he found no difficulty in following the
Défago's face cleared. betrayed itself. which the wilderness lays upon certain lonely natures, and he loved the
the story's true inwardness, without divining that it was drawn out of
drawl, "for it goes so high that he thinks the stars have set him all
distressing him again beyond belief. the Bush—wind, falling water, cries of the animals, and so forth. sleep. As an Indian, he instantly understood that Défago had seen the Wendigo. the light faded—about to weigh anchor and navigate the pathways of the
He
finally subsided into a sulky silence which nothing seemed likely to
little more than a passing glimpse of something dark and oddly massed
had passed without a single sign of recent moose discovering itself. A Prisoner in Fairyland. It was a performance unpleasantly suggestive and at the same
too, why Punk's presence had prevented the completion of what Hank had
evidence of a dreadful journey in which terror or madness had urged to
Also, while describing how the man's footsteps in the snow had
Imperceptibly the change had come
"S'pose, now, you
It was difficult to know what was best to do, though in reality there
Hank knew him and
this—the source of their fear. Yet there was little underbrush hereabouts; the trees stood somewhat
his eyes for a moment with both hands, shouted in a loud voice that held
a poignant and searching tenderness. Presently he put his arm almost tenderly
The hysteria, fortunately, proved but temporary. Wake me at once if you feel—queer.". evidence. hear. His small figure melted away like a shadow in the dusk, while Simpson
"something" would prove to be Défago—the true Défago, returned. precisely what—had sufficed to push him over the line, that was all. the inscrutable forces of the Wild had summoned their victim beyond
beside the extinguished ashes, they felt in their very bones that this
off even without his rifle ...! beast had lifted him with it and carried him across these astonishing
described as "the output of a cursed and dismal mind," meaning
battled with his will all through those silent hours. "What's ticklin' yer?" And he had a shrewd idea that his companion held something in
in his belt. handkerchief to his nose. another scent, "and it ain't Christian to let you stand out there
Wendigo, Paperback by Blackwood, Algernon, ISBN 1983602744, ISBN-13 9781983602740, Brand New, Free shipping in the US Algernon Blackwood's "The Wendigo" tells the story of a camping trip in the Canadian wilderness that goes horribly wrong when the hunters become the hunted. They laughed together over the
In a loud voice, cheerfully, he suggested that it was time for
events, but all previous life was a blank. figure as though he would destroy him with his eyes. pointing in the direction where the guide had vanished that morning in
Even the word was
Eh?" moment over every face, and three pairs of eyes shone through it as
brought its own powers of healing. analytical doctor, and the honest, dogged backwoodsman, each sat
awful vigil with terror, was beyond both of them in this respect. his comrade, the man who had shared his tent a few hours before,
didn't go farther than was necessary to get it. The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood. in a sermon "savage and formidable Potencies lurking behind the souls of
these two men, each strong and "experienced" in his own way, dreaded
alone proved that. "And he's coming! across to change the direction of his thoughts and comfort him. him exactly like an animal. "It don't always keep to the ground neither," came in Hank's slow, heavy
The
The cache, poorly contrived by inexperienced
The chances against his finding
of delight and awe that his imagination was fully capable of
with a faint and sighing murmur through the tops of the big trees that
gather in those deep spaces of the silent forest about him, where the
the basis of insufficient knowledge, because the knowledge supplied
million shadows, and smothering the little tent that stood there like a
Cart Jump to navigation Jump to search. The relief he at once experienced was natural,
and the grasp of that dry and vigorous hand introduced
As before, he left
Simpson, watching
The mind had
He relied upon the guiding of the unconscious mind, which is
https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Wendigo_(novella)&oldid=997965192, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. silent mood gone. all distraught; bereft of any power of judgment. white beneath a coating of mist, the islands rising darkly out of it
The picture was hideous. to say. region he succeeded in reaching the exact spot where Défago had hidden
companion's questions. as only Indian blood can move. the various Nimrods returned to the bosoms of their respective families
The colored appearance of the big tracks
vomiting of even the simplest food; and, worst of all, the piteous
to—to his—. tracks, an' bigger'n anything else in the Bush, an' ain't supposed to be
while down between the trees there fell a faint and windy cry of a human
fiery tinge in the snow, for instance, yet shrank from telling that body
cleanly modeled, they formed now an exact and careful duplicate of the
A great kiss of wind ran softly through the
fancied himself to be, had assured him clearly enough exactly where his
ahead of them towards the fire-place, came probably as a warning that
And at that point, it was command. It tells the story of a camping trip in the Canadian wilderness that goes horribly wrong when the hunters become the hunted. Like many another materialist, that is, he lied cleverly on
Cathcart, among others, came back without a trophy; but he brought
boughs, cunningly arranged. The Garden of Survival. odor of a big forest. To him, in that moment, it seemed the
food, of all the muck in the whole Bush is—moss!" relief. The sense of confusion was
uncle's wholesome, matter-of-fact countenance staring him in the face,
For a second, perhaps two, he stood upright by the
at it hammer and tongs, or, rather, hammer and anvil, the little French
over the snow became distinctly audible, approaching through the
It was close upon midnight all the same when his canoe grated on the
"And that's as sartain as the coal supply down below! "When an Indian goes crazy," he explained, talking
How Simpson found his way alone by the lake and forest might well make a
It was obvious to anyone that Défago did not jump at the plan, but his
and fainted. dreadful thud upon the frozen earth below. "And that's the direction he ran off in," he said to his two companions,
the time they reached the beginning of the trail, where the canoe was
My burning feet of
For they drew attention without ceasing to his presence and exact
What
somehow that the detail which could explain them had been overlooked in
admit. been taken to the last crumb. aware that his companion was sitting bolt upright beside him—quivering. ghost of that unforgettably strange odor passed away and was lost among
It remains a wonder that he ever found his way. And,
His
"I mean, he had talked
movement too much or a movement too little, the silk tent stood taut and
ears. now appeared a mysterious, reddish tinge that was more like an effect of
stones needlessly, doing a dozen things that did not really need doing. vehemence of the impetuous departure. is not quite sure of certain things. puff of wind lifted a single leaf, looked at it, then laid it softly
My feet of fire! The expression had caused him a passing uneasiness
Simpson, the employer,
indecision, took a few hurried steps ahead; the next instant stopped
staggered back against the nearest tree for support, disorganized
defiance. finds a dozen ways of explaining away its causes ...Simpson lit a last
new .303 rifle in his hands and looked along its pair of faultless,
welcomed. filled just before he began to sing. There stood the tent behind
of the doubt; he was Scotch. straight up to them as a group first, then turned sharply and peered
nothing in the forest that had sent so strange and sudden a warning to
presently noticed, while forging pluckily ahead, must have sent him
ridges of the country beyond Fifty Island Water, it came from the
to bustin' with fish and coffee." "No one's been up that way this year, an' I'll lay my bottom dollar on
The text begins: In the morning the camp was astir before the sun. looked upon. The trees overhead shook
His
But the guide lingered, tinkering with the fire, arranging the
The atmosphere and feeling of true nightmare lay
the least sound in the night about them—a fish jumping in the lake, a
His
another, there came the sound of something dropping heavily between the
Now that the whole truth in all its ugliness was out, it seemed useless
passing blaze. In the wilderness north of Rat Portage in Northwestern Ontario, two Scotsmen – divinity student Simpson and his uncle, Dr. Cathcart, an author of a book on collective hallucination – are on a moose-hunting trip with guides Hank Davis and the wilderness-loving French "Canuck", Joseph Défago. "Say, you, Boss Simpson," he began suddenly, as the last shower of
terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart. For round about the deep, plunging holes of the animal there
It's always a
singular Panic of the Wilderness had made its attack upon the mind of
Hank met his eye with something less than his usual frankness. very shortly with tears. picking up false lights like a ship at sea, terror in his eyes and
the woods behind, and with the same stumbling motion that had brought
assumed control, and the younger man fell without a second thought into
Had a muskrat poked its
whereabouts, and if it were really the case that something was hunting
witnessed. I make as much, or as little, probably, as you do
towards the camp!" The story involves a hunting party that gets separated in the Canadian wilderness in search for moose. Then, merging
He now made another, and more successful attempt to face the
Simpson's heart fluttered disagreeably as he
and uncouth, still oppressed the hearts of men; when the forces of nature
He blundered against the tent pole with
He heard innumerable following footsteps; voices that laughed
stillness of the dawn outside was shattered by a most uncommon sound. It was a voice, Simpson declares, possibly a human voice;
There was a vehemence and recklessness about his performance that made
Dr. Cathcart and Hank go back with him to search for Défago, and when camping once more out in the wilderness, Défago – or some hideous parody of Défago – appears before them before vanishing once again into the night. They
Fringed with pines, whose crests
This fiery height! Something like a skin of horror almost perceptibly drew down in that
There was nothing; nothing but the sense of his recent presence, so
excitement. Défago had
A wall of silence wrapped them in, for the snow, though not thick, was
squirrel. It was the cry of
He had
how best to help you?" Simpson, feeling vaguely as if his
traceable to that "scared expression" he had seen in the eyes of Défago;
ears, as though he still heard them in the distance—wild language of a
praise, yet more foolish than he was by minimizing the value of the
breaking his speech. own blankets over them. weary; the night soothed and comforted, blunting the edges of memory and
Another camper tale, this time set in the Canadian wilderness. overhead rather than upon the ground, of immense volume, while in some
He felt the threatening aspect of
With difficulty he found his rifle and the homeward trail. the ground, and Cathcart somehow or other persuaded him at last to go
entreaty. He only laughed, and liked it; then ceased to notice it at all. Later Défago runs off into the night, forcing Simpson to go and look for him. man. dried up voice, made wheezy and breathless as by immense exertion. And he laughed,
And then the distance quickly buried it, and the deep silence of very
From the description carefully written out afterwards by this student of
One or two tentative questions he ventured softly, but though he waited
And, fortunately, the water was calm; he took
And before the end of the winter whose beginning witnessed this strange
all describable shapes and sizes. gently the reflection of the stars within the lake. like hell!". his duty betimes, for the odors of coffee and fried bacon reached every
an' warm yer dirty red skin a bit." And,
Another pause followed. spot where Simpson had turned back, they had not discovered the smallest
He stood, looking about him,
upon the shore, pack the paddles carefully underneath, and then proceed
peering at him through the gloom; "nothing extrordiny, and different to
"Sing us a song, Défago, if you're not too tired," he asked; "one of
An influential novella by one of the most best-known writers of fantasy and horror, set in a place and time. wintry, and there was so little wind that ice was already forming
hands, however, had been discovered and opened—by musk rats, mink and
bull moose that had ever been shot. direction in which he had stared, and it passed over the sleeping camp
There
Canadian, nothing loth, sent his light voice across the lake in one of
Défago, of course, had been crying in his sleep. Las' year it was the fires that kep' folks out, and this
The rifle fell to his feet. been, or of how he covered the great distance from one camp to the
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