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Agenbite of Inwit, issue 5, Summer 1944
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Agenbite of Inwit -- Summer, 1944 -- Page Two A Brooding Grim Tale of Gatherin Horror in Arkham. Not to be Read After Dark. A Tale That Will Give You Gooseflesh. THE HORROR OUT OF LOVECRAFT by DONALD ALLAN WOLLHEIM What dread horror lurked in the room of Eliphas Snodgrass? What was the unspeakable secret revealed in the awful pages of the accursed Necronomicon? Where did the smell come from that hung over the ancient Crombleigh house? "Oh, my Gawd, my Gawd," the voice choked out. It's a-goin' agin, an this time by day! It's aout -- it's aout and a-movin' this very minute, an only the Lord knows when it'll be on us all! - - H. P. Lovecraft I DO NOT KNOW what strange thing came over me when I determined on my investigation of the mysterious doings of Rliphas Snodgrass that winter in '39. There are things that it is better no man know, and there are mysteries that should remain forever hidden from mortal knowledge. The whereabouts of Eliphas Snodgrass during the Autumn of '39, and the ensuing Winter, are among those things. Would that I had had the stamina to restrain my curiosity. I first heard of Eliphas Snodgrass when I was visiting my aung Eulalia Barker at her home in East Arkham, in the back districts of Massachusetts. A forgotten terrain, dark and somber, it was a region amongst the oldest in America, not only in the origin of its white settlers (it was settled by several boatloads of surly bondsmen brought over on the packet Nancy B. in 1647, commanded by the time-befogged Captain Hugh Quinge, about whom little is known save that it is believed that he was part Hindoo and that he married an Irish girl from Cork under mysterious circumstances) but in other elder traditions. My maiden-aunt Eulalia was a pleasant enough spinster -- she was related to me on my mother's side, mother being a Barker from Bowser, a little, scarce-known fishing town. Eulalia (she had moved from Bowser suddenly, many years ago, under circumstances which were never made clear) had struck up a passing acquaintance with the Snodgrass family, who occupied the sedate old Crombleigh mansion on the other side of West Arkham. How she happened to meet Mrs Snodgrass, she was seemingly reticent to discuss. None the less, I had been staying at her house while pursuing my studies in the famous library at Miskatonic University, located in Arkham, but a scant three weeks before she mentioned Eliphas Snodgrass. She spoke of him in a troubled tone; she seemed reluctant to do so, but confessed that Eliphas' mother (who must have had Asiatic blood several generations back) had asked her to communicate to me her worries. As I was known to them for my scholarly research in the realm of the ancient mythologies, she knew me as a scholar. It seemed that
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Agenbite of Inwit -- Summer, 1944 -- Page Two A Brooding Grim Tale of Gatherin Horror in Arkham. Not to be Read After Dark. A Tale That Will Give You Gooseflesh. THE HORROR OUT OF LOVECRAFT by DONALD ALLAN WOLLHEIM What dread horror lurked in the room of Eliphas Snodgrass? What was the unspeakable secret revealed in the awful pages of the accursed Necronomicon? Where did the smell come from that hung over the ancient Crombleigh house? "Oh, my Gawd, my Gawd," the voice choked out. It's a-goin' agin, an this time by day! It's aout -- it's aout and a-movin' this very minute, an only the Lord knows when it'll be on us all! - - H. P. Lovecraft I DO NOT KNOW what strange thing came over me when I determined on my investigation of the mysterious doings of Rliphas Snodgrass that winter in '39. There are things that it is better no man know, and there are mysteries that should remain forever hidden from mortal knowledge. The whereabouts of Eliphas Snodgrass during the Autumn of '39, and the ensuing Winter, are among those things. Would that I had had the stamina to restrain my curiosity. I first heard of Eliphas Snodgrass when I was visiting my aung Eulalia Barker at her home in East Arkham, in the back districts of Massachusetts. A forgotten terrain, dark and somber, it was a region amongst the oldest in America, not only in the origin of its white settlers (it was settled by several boatloads of surly bondsmen brought over on the packet Nancy B. in 1647, commanded by the time-befogged Captain Hugh Quinge, about whom little is known save that it is believed that he was part Hindoo and that he married an Irish girl from Cork under mysterious circumstances) but in other elder traditions. My maiden-aunt Eulalia was a pleasant enough spinster -- she was related to me on my mother's side, mother being a Barker from Bowser, a little, scarce-known fishing town. Eulalia (she had moved from Bowser suddenly, many years ago, under circumstances which were never made clear) had struck up a passing acquaintance with the Snodgrass family, who occupied the sedate old Crombleigh mansion on the other side of West Arkham. How she happened to meet Mrs Snodgrass, she was seemingly reticent to discuss. None the less, I had been staying at her house while pursuing my studies in the famous library at Miskatonic University, located in Arkham, but a scant three weeks before she mentioned Eliphas Snodgrass. She spoke of him in a troubled tone; she seemed reluctant to do so, but confessed that Eliphas' mother (who must have had Asiatic blood several generations back) had asked her to communicate to me her worries. As I was known to them for my scholarly research in the realm of the ancient mythologies, she knew me as a scholar. It seemed that
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