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Into the Woods: “The Wendigo” by Algernon Blackwood
It was Hank, though all distraught and shaking with a tearing volume of emotion he could neither handle nor understand, who brought things to a head without much ado. I am a huge fan of H. There is, of course, that tension between those who dwell in cities, more or less free from daily exposure to the great wild, and those who are more used to, and both more respectful, and perhaps more fearful, of its power. Meanwhile the best thing he could do was to keep a good fire going, and rest.
Algernon Blackwood – The Wendigo
Defago had sung his song and plunged into a story, but Hank, in bad humor, reminded him so often that “he kep’ mussing-up the fac’s so, that it was ‘most all nothin’ but a petered-out lie,” that the Frenchman had finally subsided into a sulky silence which nothing seemed likely to break. It was so easy to be wise in the explanation of an experience one has not personally witnessed.
Notify me of new comments via email. As, sometimes, in a nightmare events crowd upon each other’s heels with a conviction of dreadfulest reality, yet some inconsistent detail accuses the whole display of incompleteness and disguise, so the events that now followed, though they actually happened, persuaded the mind somehow that the detail which could explain them had been overlooked in the confusion, and that therefore they were but partly true, the rest delusion.
Once it called–then silence through all the listening wilderness of trees.
The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
His voice grew fainter–dropped to a hush–then ceased altogether. There is the tangible fear of mortality in the harsh environment the narrator explores, as well as the fear of a real, physical presence lurking in the darkness, stalking the narrator.
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Simpson, for the first blackwood, hesitated; then, ashamed of his alarm and indecision, took a few hurried steps ahead; the next instant stopped dead in his tracks. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation web page at http: Overhead the stars were brilliant in a sky quite wintry, and there was so little wind that ice was already forming stealthily along the shores of the still lake behind them.
Usually I like stories that explain the horror in detail but Blackwood seems to be of the opinion that less is more when it comes to describing the title creature.
Yet the “odor of lions” is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up. His most vulnerable points, moreover, are said to be the feet and the eyes; the feet, you see, for the lust of wandering, and the eyes for the lust of beauty.
And his first feeling, before he could think or reflect, was the rush of a poignant and searching tenderness. The creeping murmur of the wind made him start and listen. The Foundation makes no representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United States. You are commenting using your WordPress. But in the end he did nothing, and the whole tempest completed itself very shortly with tears.
A few steps, it seemed, and he was no longer visible. He was still offended, possibly, about his interrupted story. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Simpson, who saw it all for the first time as he paddled hard in the bows of the dancing canoe, was enchanted by its austere beauty. On the suggestion of Hank, his old pal, however, they proposed to wait a little longer and devote the whole of the following day, from dawn to darkness, to the most systematic search they could devise.
Not the case here. For this was unpermissible, foolish, dangerous, and he meant to stop it in the bud. That approach works very well and adds to the overall feeling of unease one gets when reading this.
Yet a rushing passionate curiosity overcame his better judgment, and his fear. A vision of Defago, eternally hunted, driven and pursued across the skiey vastness of those ancient forests fled like a flame across the dark ruin of his thoughts Simpson lit a last pipe and tried to laugh to himself.
Its c 3 letter is posted at http: Certainly he “managed” Hank admirably.
Blackwiod then Cathcart, of Aberdeen, was interested in other things besides moose amongst them the vagaries of the human mind. His uncertainty and anxiety over whether or not what he experienced was real colors the entire story. To donate, please visit: The sky seemed to grow suddenly much lighter.
As they move further and further into the wilderness, Simpson notices an odd change in the mannerisms of Defago. He dressed in the worn-out clothes bequeathed to him by former patrons, and, except for his coarse black hair and dark skin, he looked in these city garments no more like a real redskin than a stage Negro looks like a real African.
It was not the first time, even in the experience of Dr. At first his voice was firm. Even while they talked, indeed, the end had probably come.