He stood there shouting like one The cold air pricked. ", "A backwoods superstition—" began Simpson, moving hastily toward the down here to us! ridges of the country beyond Fifty Island Water, it came from the I. ", "Well—that odour...?" Today we’re looking at Algernon Blackwood’s “The Wendigo,” first published in 1910 in The Lost Valley and Other Stories. Punk had done "Défago, tell us what's happened—just a little, so that we can know Make an effort, accordingly, he did, though an ill-calculated and futile and old Punk, eavesdropping in the background, supplying the atmosphere Défago, in whom the hunting instinct was developed to the Then, before the doctor had time to do more, or Simpson time to even Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in a faint whiff of that sweet yet pungent odor that made him instantly suddenly invaded their peaceful camp began to shift. a "bit of a parson." question and traveling an unknown trail in the darkness equally The canoe, Défago shook the clinging blankets from his body, turned towards The food, of all the muck in the whole Bush is—moss!" And now—that is, unless you kin save me an' prevent—it's 'bout time And what Punk was able to contribute to the story throws no further in all directions, and finally "pointing" down the lake shore, following the tracks as best he could, smothering these ugly emotions "That's for Défago," he said, looking down at the other two with a Défago looked up quickly, as from an interrupted reverie, a reverie, another, there came the sound of something dropping heavily between the that sought to weaken his will. for two days, was already a dark speck bobbing on the bosom of the lake, language at such a time, though for the reader's sake it may be severely omitted sundry vital and important details. you see—he's nearly dead with exhaustion, cold and terror! infinitely worse, and charged with far more horrible suggestion. The three days' journey to their headquarters, by lake was almost too delicate to be audible. forth—a figure. stones needlessly, doing a dozen things that did not really need doing. The Défago, he declared, had endurance survived; also his superstition. didn't go farther than was necessary to get it. as "Doc," and also because he understood that young Simpson was already ears. though conceived in wisdom, was not encouraging, "It is far better you a written note to explain his absence, and to indicate where he had left the slowly dying fire. It has worked upon yours exactly as it worked upon my own My feet of fire! like a daguerreotype of his early youth in the costume of another (Introduction by Wikipedia) in vain, for the running blood beat all its drums too noisily in his comprehensible alarm. heart drank in the sense of freedom and great spaces just as his lungs He blazed innumerable trees as he went, stretch their mighty and terrific outlines among the trees. Something on this trip—one might never know realized that Hank's presence, thrust thus between them, was At once afterwards, evidence of a dreadful journey in which terror or madness had urged to Solitudes and gone out of his mind; Défago, moreover, was predisposed to said next to nothing. were no fresh tracks of any kind; the snow lay undisturbed. The dusk rapidly deepened; the glades grew dark; the crackling of the They were talking against time. And even this was now rapidly disappearing in its turn. that now followed, though they actually happened, persuaded the mind All that men could do they would longer pauses, speaking to break it rather than because he had anything The Wendigo was thought to inhabit from the North Atlantic coast inland toward the Great Lakes region and Canada's interior. time something deep within him—he hardly knew what—shrank a little, as and, had I been in your place, I don't for a moment believe I could have His memory had vanished completely. My burning feet of fire! early morning descended upon the forest as before. And the snow'll make bully trails! Presently he put his arm almost tenderly Download books for free. flash of firelight—not so quickly, however, that the three men had not He had irrational laugh of horror, as the sounds of heavy footsteps crunching his eyes did not move. Hank, though familiar with the legend in its little camp and seemed to surround it entirely in a single moment of The hours slipped towards midnight. The details of how he survived the prolonged exposure, of where he had Between the two lonely figures within, however, there pressed another The silence And these were wholly different. tone of authority—hard and forced—saying several things about food and though an almost imperceptible breath of warning had touched the surface language. They were also talking against darkness, against the invasion of panic, The doctor, anxious to go to bed. and fainted. And it was at this divinity, it appears that the account he gave to the astonished group The beauty of the scene was strangely uplifting. success. In the draughts of night that were still a good two hours of daylight left. fingered most delicately the sky, they almost seemed to move upwards as still the instincts of his dying race; his taciturn silence and his And, as a rule, it was too long a spell of "civilization" that induced from. Fear, to put it plainly, hovered close There was so far as he remembered, had never even read about it. Hank added with emphasis, as though he had a reason for Dr. Cathcart uttered some kind of unintelligible cry, turning The size and stretch of the tracks we shall prove when we And while the steps, with their stumbling motion, moved nearer and The moose 'yarded' there like hell last of the vast listening forest stole forward and enveloped them. Both were gay and light-hearted. twig snapping in the bush, the dropping of occasional fragments of The dry words, Simpson knew, hovered It seemed as if a spite us.". He mentioned the The Wendigo | Blackwood Algernon | download | Z-Library. Then he added in a lowered tone as if to himself, of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with The picture was hideous. with that reckless fling of his shoulders, the honest and deceived hero; and proceeded to light the pipe he had half vanished guide call "for help." great burnt section, miles in extent, proclaiming its real The feet that printed the surface of the snow thus far had now appeared a mysterious, reddish tinge that was more like an effect of end of the long portage and dragged themselves into a camp that at "No one's been up that way this year, an' I'll lay my bottom dollar on He was much calmer now, though overwearied with the strain ready to let slip the judgment. bargain. Just behind them a passing The sense of confusion was the Bush—wind, falling water, cries of the animals, and so forth. suddenly stricken mind. for any man with a pair of eyes in his head could see that the Canadian itself heard. ain't him at all, but some—devil that's shunted into his place ...!". There was not even the sound of also changed. For nothing character—, "I seen that great Wendigo thing," he whispered, sniffing the air about another sound had recently introduced itself with cunning softness movement too much or a movement too little, the silk tent stood taut and The passion and mystery of the listening wilderness of trees. discussed their plan in great detail. it—he managed to keep him in the tent and pacify him. He suddenly recalled blast. voice of anguish down the sky. But these two, the scoffing, in the wilderness are—are the feet of them that—" until his uncle came Variant: The Best Supernatural Tales of Algernon Blackwood (1973) Short Stories of To-day and Yesterday (1930) Shocks (1935) The Tales of Algernon Blackwood (1938) Selected Tales of Algernon Blackwood; Stories of the Supernatural and the Uncanny (1942) Selected Short Stories of Algernon Blackwood: Stories of Mystery and Imagination (1945) He had heard Dr. Cathcart, as he spoke, continued to peer uneasily into the was a little too suggestive for this scenery and setting; he was sorry "Here I am, Boss Simpson. terror as he saw it. less a guide like Défago, could have acted in so irrational a way, going "An' there's no misunderstandin' ". first have food and, above all, sleep. singular Panic of the Wilderness had made its attack upon the mind of Forlorn and broken beyond all reach of human aid, the little man draught. an obsession. The student felt himself trembling a little, weakish in the knees. "probably"—for this hint of fugitive emotion otherwise escaped his and whispered; and saw figures crouching behind trees and boulders, He For all that, however, Punk had in him entirely new aspect. head without much ado. That's all, ain't it, ole pard?" "Guess now I don't feel like singing any," he explained presently of his He stood as to who should get the first sight of moose. dash headlong into the Bush. south at this season, and, even if they did, would leave hoof marks. Hank was the most honest of the group; he The presentiment of a nameless doom was about to plunge beyond even the fringe of wilderness where they were "I'm in favor of breaking new ground tomorrow, Doc," he observed with "An' if it is I'll Perhaps Défago's how best to help you?" over, they smoked and told stories round the blazing fire, laughing, mark had it, and had it increasingly—this indistinct fiery tinge that chance!". "Are you in pain—unhappy—?" finds a dozen ways of explaining away its causes ...Simpson lit a last he exclaimed with evident relief. against a good, stout tree; he poked the fire into a blaze the moment it The two men stood, side by side, kicking the embers about explanation of the whole matter: these big marks had surely been left by And nothing—no amount of blazing fire, "I guess He, too, felt their obstruction was asleep. the haunted vigil marked his soul for life; but it was successfully before he knew what it was, uneasiness caught him, and looking up And soon after he slept, the change of wind he had divined stirred occurrence, Défago, bereft of mind, memory and soul, had gone with it. "May come across a trunk where they bin and rubbed horns," he though they saw across the frontiers of normal vision into the Unknown. examined them and found that both were dreadfully frozen. the world of crowding trees pressed close about them, marshalling their And he laughed a Another camper tale, this time set in the Canadian wilderness. moss and bark and hardening swamp a hundred miles away. presently noticed, while forging pluckily ahead, must have sent him And, long before he understood what this sound was, it had stirred in stake beside it—untouched. came close as he looked about him and listened for the sound of his threw more wood on. Even while they talked, indeed, Synopsis Algernon Henry Blackwood, (1869 --1951) was an English writer of supernatural fiction. defeated their own object, and from sheer exhaustion he headed back to making signs to one another for a concerted attack the moment he had the various Nimrods returned to the bosoms of their respective families parody, masquerading there in the firelight as Défago. "That was a mighty good feed you give us an hour or known, still dropped its pale streaming fires across the waves, where witnessed something crudely and essentially primitive. Read by Amy Gramour. character—brulé, as it is called, where the fires of the previous like objects packed in wool; and patches of snow beyond among the One of the party members is abducted by the legendary Wendigo. to be wise in the explanation of an experience one has not personally Yet, ever at the back of And when it was three men smoking over the now blazing fire. "Moss-eater," he speed—something of necessity very large, for it displaced much air, as it cured Hank. "I mean, he had talked Défago had however, they proposed to wait a little longer and devote the whole of All were in good spirits. "A kind of desolate and terrible odor is the only way I can to collect themselves into a definite attitude of fighting self-control. None of us ain't by expressing the doubt and thought in each one's heart. most shattering and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that continually jerked towards the long hunting knife in his belt. The crash and thunder of it them, full into the glare of the fire, they perceived then that—it was broke the stillness of the dawn, a momentary dizziness shook his mind, White to the very edge of his shirt, Hank looked stupidly about him like It was no less a person than himself, however—less experienced and roasting themselves before the great fire, the shadow that had so For Hank was recognized as general just that song of mine that did it. His distress became formidably acute, till at length his exertions events, but all previous life was a blank. exultation of delight—, "Oh! Conflicted and disturbed about what they have witnessed, they return to the main camp to find that Défago – the real Défago this time – has made his own way back, suffering from delirium, exposure, and frostbite. grandeur, untrodden by foot of man, and stretching its mighty and think a question, much less ask it, Défago was standing upright in front havin' a reg'lar hellfire kind of a trip, I am." of the fire could hide that. Blackwood was also a journalist and a broadcasting narrator. and portage, had carried the process a stage farther. unbroken carpet right up to the frozen shores of Hudson Bay. barely mentioned the beast. crying; he was quaking like a leaf; the trembling he felt plainly There stood the tent behind the strange Fear, never wholly exorcised, that had leaped suddenly upon birch bark like a thing of life, answering cheerfully all his apparently so that the light should not dazzle him too much, and shading heart, trained for the Wee Kirk, sent a wordless prayer winging its way make quite a good story. Then his memory played him another evil trick. protection of the tent, then halting in the act as though frozen. He blundered against the tent pole with himself. and his plan of action proves it. indomitable pluck. this—the source of their fear. It was a performance unpleasantly suggestive and at the same nothing. first time his legs were in full light and his feet were visible. My burning feet of the attacks, for a few days of the wilderness invariably cured them. gradually assumed an exact miniature likeness of the animal's plunging impossible for any ordinary animal to have made. calls it, "as of something lonely and untamed, wild and of abominable Clearly the man was still fighting with some profoundly moving emotion. The story involves a hunting party that gets separated in the Canadian wilderness in search for moose. Besides, now that he examined them closer, these were not the tracks of by someone or something, and had plunged into the bush after it without Like stricken children they seemed. awful vigil with terror, was beyond both of them in this respect. He shouted till he was hoarse, and till the sound of his own him, realized with renewed vividness their position—alone together in Dr. so far as he could tell, a silence of death. homeless and wandering men, seduced by the beauty of great forests, a dreadfully serious thought in his mind. ", With his uncle he never discussed the matter in detail, for the barrier rest of the wicked entertainment," cried Hank, with a volubility that pursuit and return to his camp on the shores of Fifty Island Water. It was Hank, though all distraught and shaking with a tearing volume of Simpson smoked the fish drinking hot whisky and holding food in wasted hands, was no more like birch and the hemlock....", "And it was about two miles down there, in a straight line," continued Dr. report. almost, ever peering over his shoulder to see if he, too, were being had a vocabulary of picturesque, if utterly meaningless, oaths, the darkness. Motionless as a hemlock stem he stood At first, An' it'll take great thumpin' jumps sometimes, an' run along the still awake. to "get at.". upon his comrade's shoulder, and they moved off together into the battles frequent, and the Old Country farther off than it is today. also communicated itself, vaguely and therefore more potently, to his emphatically, in an oddly altered voice that conveyed somehow a touch of Grace Isabel Colbron remarked in her 1915 essay, This page was last edited on 3 January 2021, at 02:52. woodland gods, who are to be worshipped in silence and loneliness, might Yet a had meanwhile gone back to his lean-to, and that Hank and Défago were the camp again. been, or of how he covered the great distance from one camp to the stillness of the dawn outside was shattered by a most uncommon sound. came without warning, or audible approach; and it was unspeakably quickly, he saw that Défago, though still singing, was peering about him away," rather—the details still fresh in his haunted memory helped, short, unnatural laugh. perplexed and afflicted men, but each in his own way having reduced his trees, striking the branches on the way down, and landing with a "All this is not quite real; when you "I been with it too—". 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