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- Chapter 2
- The Tale of Inspector
- Legrasse
- The older matters which had made the sculptor's dream and bas-relief
- so signicant to my uncle formed the subject of the second half of his
- long manuscript. Once before, it appears, Professor Angell had seen the
- hellish outlines of the nameless monstrosity, puzzled over the unknown hieroglyphics,
- and heard the ominous syllables which can be rendered only
- as \Cthulhu"; and all this in so stirring and horrible a connexion that it is
- small wonder he pursued young Wilcox with queries and demands for data.
- This earlier experience had come in 1908, seventeen years before, when
- the American Archaeological Society held its annual meeting in St. Louis.
- Professor Angell, as betted one of his authority and attainments, had had
- a prominent part in all the deliberations; and was one of the rst to be
- approached by the several outsiders who took advantage of the convocation
- to oer questions for correct answering and problems for expert solution.
- The chief of these outsiders, and in a short time the focus of interest for
- the entire meeting, was a commonplace-looking middle-aged man who had
- travelled all the way from New Orleans for certain special information unobtainable
- from any local source. His name was John Raymond Legrasse, and
- he was by profession an Inspector of Police. With him he bore the subject of
- his visit, a grotesque, repulsive, and apparently very ancient stone statuette
- whose origin he was at a loss to determine. It must not be fancied that
- Inspector Legrasse had the least interest in archaeology. On the contrary,
- his wish for enlightenment was prompted by purely professional considerations.
- The statuette, idol, fetish, or whatever it was, had been captured
- some months before in the wooded swamps south of New Orleans during
- a raid on a supposed voodoo meeting; and so singular and hideous were
- the rites connected with it, that the police could not but realise that they
- had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them, and innitely more
- diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin,
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- apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the captured
- members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of the
- police for any antiquarian lore which might help them to place the frightful
- symbol, and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head.
- Inspector Legrasse was scarcely prepared for the sensation which his
- oering created. One sight of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled
- men of science into a state of tense excitement, and they lost no
- time in crowding around him to gaze at the diminutive gure whose utter
- strangeness and air of genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently at
- unopened and archaic vistas. No recognised school of sculpture had animated
- this terrible object, yet centuries and even thousands of years seemed
- recorded in its dim and greenish surface of unplaceable stone.
- The gure, which was nally passed slowly from man to man for close
- and careful study, was between seven and eight inches in height, and of
- exquisitely artistic workmanship. It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid
- outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of
- feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore
- feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct
- with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence,
- and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with
- undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edge of
- the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst the long, curved claws of the
- doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter
- of the way down toward the bottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod
- head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial feelers brushed the
- backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's elevated knees. The
- aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like, and the more subtly fearful
- because its source was so totally unknown. Its vast, awesome, and incalculable
- age was unmistakable; yet not one link did it shew with any known
- type of art belonging to civilisation's youth|or indeed to any other time.
- Totally separate and apart, its very material was a mystery; for the soapy,
- greenish-black stone with its golden or iridescent
- ecks and striations resembled
- nothing familiar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the
- base were equally baing; and no member present, despite a representation
- of half the world's expert learning in this eld, could form the least notion of
- even their remotest linguistic kinship. They, like the subject and material,
- belonged to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we
- know it; something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life
- in which our world and our conceptions have no part.
- And yet, as the members severally shook their heads and confessed defeat
- at the Inspector's problem, there was one man in that gathering who
- suspected a touch of bizarre familiarity in the monstrous shape and writing,
- and who presently told with some didence of the odd tri
- e he knew.
- This person was the late William Channing Webb, Professor of Anthropol-
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- ogy in Princeton University, and an explorer of no slight note. Professor
- Webb had been engaged, forty-eight years before, in a tour of Greenland
- and Iceland in search of some Runic inscriptions which he failed to unearth;
- and whilst high up on the West Greenland coast had encountered a singular
- tribe or cult of degenerate Esquimaux whose religion, a curious form of
- devil-worship, chilled him with its deliberate bloodthirstiness and repulsiveness.
- It was a faith of which other Esquimaux knew little, and which they
- mentioned only with shudders, saying that it had come down from horribly
- ancient aeons before ever the world was made. Besides nameless rites and
- human sacrices there were certain queer hereditary rituals addressed to a
- supreme elder devil or tornasuk; and of this Professor Webb had taken a
- careful phonetic copy from an aged angekok or wizard-priest, expressing the
- sounds in Roman letters as best he knew how. But just now of prime significance
- was the fetish which this cult had cherished, and around which they
- danced when the aurora leaped high over the ice clis. It was, the professor
- stated, a very crude bas-relief of stone, comprising a hideous picture and
- some cryptic writing. And so far as he could tell, it was a rough parallel in
- all essential features of the bestial thing now lying before the meeting.
- This data, received with suspense and astonishment by the assembled
- members, proved doubly exciting to Inspector Legrasse; and he began at
- once to ply his informant with questions. Having noted and copied an oral
- ritual among the swamp cult-worshippers his men had arrested, he besought
- the professor to remember as best he might the syllables taken down amongst
- the diabolist Esquimaux. There then followed an exhaustive comparison
- of details, and a moment of really awed silence when both detective and
- scientist agreed on the virtual identity of the phrase common to two hellish
- rituals so many worlds of distance apart. What, in substance, both the
- Esquimaux wizards and the Louisiana swamp-priests had chanted to their
- kindred idols was something very like this|the word-divisions being guessed
- at from traditional breaks in the phrase as chanted aloud:
- \Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."
- Legrasse had one point in advance of Professor Webb, for several among
- his mongrel prisoners had repeated to him what older celebrants had told
- them the words meant. This text, as given, ran something like this:
- \In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
- And now, in response to a general and urgent demand, Inspector Legrasse
- related as fully as possible his experience with the swamp worshippers;
- telling a story to which I could see my uncle attached profound signicance.
- It savoured of the wildest dreams of mythmaker and theosophist, and disclosed
- an astonishing degree of cosmic imagination among such half-castes
- and pariahs as might be least expected to possess it.
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- On November 1st, 1907, there had come to the New Orleans police a
- frantic summons from the swamp and lagoon country to the south. The
- squatters there, mostly primitive but good-natured descendants of Latte's
- men, were in the grip of stark terror from an unknown thing which had
- stolen upon them in the night. It was voodoo, apparently, but voodoo of a
- more terrible sort than they had ever known; and some of their women and
- children had disappeared since the malevolent tom-tom had begun its incessant
- beating far within the black haunted woods where no dweller ventured.
- There were insane shouts and harrowing screams, soul-chilling chants and
- dancing devil-
- ames; and, the frightened messenger added, the people could
- stand it no more.
- So a body of twenty police, lling two carriages and an automobile, had
- set out in the late afternoon with the shivering squatter as a guide. At
- the end of the passable road they alighted, and for miles splashed on in
- silence through the terrible cypress woods where day never came. Ugly
- roots and malignant hanging nooses of Spanish moss beset them, and now
- and then a pile of dank stones or fragment of a rotting wall intensied by
- its hint of morbid habitation a depression which every malformed tree and
- every fungous islet combined to create. At length the squatter settlement,
- a miserable huddle of huts, hove in sight; and hysterical dwellers ran out
- to cluster around the group of bobbing lanterns. The mued beat of tomtoms
- was now faintly audible far, far ahead; and a curdling shriek came at
- infrequent intervals when the wind shifted. A reddish glare, too, seemed to
- lter through pale undergrowth beyond the endless avenues of forest night.
- Reluctant even to be left alone again, each one of the cowed squatters refused
- point-blank to advance another inch toward the scene of unholy worship, so
- Inspector Legrasse and his nineteen colleagues plunged on unguided into
- black arcades of horror that none of them had ever trod before.
- The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally evil repute,
- substantially unknown and untraversed by white men. There were legends
- of a hidden lake unglimpsed by mortal sight, in which dwelt a huge, formless
- white polypous thing with luminous eyes; and squatters whispered that batwinged
- devils
- ew up out of caverns in inner earth to worship it at midnight.
- They said it had been there before d'Iberville, before La Salle, before the
- Indians, and before even the wholesome beasts and birds of the woods. It
- was nightmare itself, and to see it was to die. But it made men dream, and
- so they knew enough to keep away. The present voodoo orgy was, indeed, on
- the merest fringe of this abhorred area, but that location was bad enough;
- hence perhaps the very place of the worship had terried the squatters more
- than the shocking sounds and incidents.
- Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's
- men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare
- and mued tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal
- qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source
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- should yield the other. Animal fury and orgiastic license here whipped
- themselves to daemoniac heights by howls and squawking ecstacies that
- tore and reverberated through those nighted woods like pestilential tempests
- from the gulfs of hell. Now and then the less organized ululation would cease,
- and from what seemed a well-drilled chorus of hoarse voices would rise in
- sing-song chant that hideous phrase or ritual: \Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu
- R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."
- Then the men, having reached a spot where the trees were thinner, came
- suddenly in sight of the spectacle itself. Four of them reeled, one fainted,
- and two were shaken into a frantic cry which the mad cacophony of the
- orgy fortunately deadened. Legrasse dashed swamp water on the face of the
- fainting man, and all stood trembling and nearly hypnotised with horror.
- In a natural glade of the swamp stood a grassy island of perhaps an
- acre's extent, clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and
- twisted a more indescribable horde of human abnormality than any but a
- Sime or an Angarola could paint. Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were
- braying, bellowing, and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonre;
- in the centre of which, revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain of
- ame,
- stood a great granite monolith some eight feet in height; on top of which,
- incongruous in its diminutiveness, rested the noxious carven statuette. From
- a wide circle of ten scaolds set up at regular intervals with the
- ame-girt
- monolith as a centre hung, head downward, the oddly marred bodies of the
- helpless squatters who had disappeared. It was inside this circle that the
- ring of worshippers jumped and roared, the general direction of the mass
- motion being from left to right in endless Bacchanal between the ring of
- bodies and the ring of re.
- It may have been only imagination and it may have been only echoes
- which induced one of the men, an excitable Spaniard, to fancy he heard antiphonal
- responses to the ritual from some far and unillumined spot deeper
- within the wood of ancient legendry and horror. This man, Joseph D.
- Galvez, I later met and questioned; and he proved distractingly imaginative.
- He indeed went so far as to hint of the faint beating of great wings,
- and of a glimpse of shining eyes and a mountainous white bulk beyond the
- remotest trees|but I suppose he had been hearing too much native superstition.
- Actually, the horried pause of the men was of comparatively brief duration.
- Duty came rst; and although there must have been nearly a hundred
- mongrel celebrants in the throng, the police relied on their rearms and
- plunged determinedly into the nauseous rout. For ve minutes the resultant
- din and chaos were beyond description. Wild blows were struck, shots were
- red, and escapes were made; but in the end Legrasse was able to count some
- forty-seven sullen prisoners, whom he forced to dress in haste and fall into
- line between two rows of policemen. Five of the worshippers lay dead, and
- two severely wounded ones were carried away on improvised stretchers by
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- their fellow-prisoners. The image on the monolith, of course, was carefully
- removed and carried back by Legrasse.
- Examined at headquarters after a trip of intense strain and weariness,
- the prisoners all proved to be men of a very low, mixed-blooded, and mentally
- aberrant type. Most were seamen, and a sprinkling of Negroes and
- mulattoes, largely West Indians or Brava Portuguese from the Cape Verde
- Islands, gave a colouring of voodooism to the heterogeneous cult. But before
- many questions were asked, it became manifest that something far deeper
- and older than Negro fetichism was involved. Degraded and ignorant as
- they were, the creatures held with surprising consistency to the central idea
- of their loathsome faith.
- They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before
- there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those
- Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead
- bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the rst men, who formed a cult
- which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had
- always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark
- places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from
- his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters, should rise
- and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when
- the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate
- him.
- Meanwhile no more must be told. There was a secret which even torture
- could not extract. Mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious
- things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few.
- But these were not the Great Old Ones. No man had ever seen the Old
- Ones. The carven idol was great Cthulhu, but none might say whether or
- not the others were precisely like him. No one could read the old writing
- now, but things were told by word of mouth. The chanted ritual was not
- the secret|that was never spoken aloud, only whispered. The chant meant
- only this: \In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
- Only two of the prisoners were found sane enough to be hanged, and
- the rest were committed to various institutions. All denied a part in the
- ritual murders, and averred that the killing had been done by Black Winged
- Ones which had come to them from their immemorial meeting-place in the
- haunted wood. But of those mysterious allies no coherent account could ever
- be gained. What the police did extract, came mainly from the immensely
- aged mestizo named Castro, who claimed to have sailed to strange ports
- and talked with undying leaders of the cult in the mountains of China.
- Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations
- of theosophists and made man and the world seem recent and transient
- indeed. There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and
- They had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen
- had told him, were still to be found as Cyclopean stones on islands
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- in the Pacic. They all died vast epochs of time before men came, but
- there were arts which could revive Them when the stars had come round
- again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come
- themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them.
- These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether
- of
- esh and blood. They had shape|for did not this star-fashioned image
- prove it?|but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were
- right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when
- the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer
- lived, They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their
- great city of R'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious
- resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for
- Them. But at that time some force from outside must serve to liberate
- Their bodies. The spells that preserved Them intact likewise prevented
- Them from making an initial move, and They could only lie awake in the
- dark and think whilst uncounted millions of years rolled by. They knew all
- that was occurring in the universe, for Their mode of speech was transmitted
- thought. Even now They talked in Their tombs. When, after innities of
- chaos, the rst men came, the Great Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among
- them by moulding their dreams; for only thus could Their language reach
- the
- eshly minds of mammals.
- Then, whispered Castro, those rst men formed the cult around small
- idols which the Great Ones shewed them; idols brought in dim eras from dark
- stars. That cult would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret
- priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and
- resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know, for then mankind
- would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good
- and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing
- and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new
- ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth
- would
- ame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. Meanwhile the cult,
- by appropriate rites, must keep alive the memory of those ancient ways and
- shadow forth the prophecy of their return.
- In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in
- dreams, but then something happened. The great stone city R'lyeh, with its
- monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters,
- full of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had
- cut o the spectral intercourse. But memory never died, and the high-priests
- said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. Then came
- out of the earth the black spirits of earth, mouldy and shadowy, and full of
- dim rumours picked up in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms. But of
- them old Castro dared not speak much. He cut himself o hurriedly, and no
- amount of persuasion or subtlety could elicit more in this direction. The size
- of the Old Ones, too, he curiously declined to mention. Of the cult, he said
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- that he thought the centre lay amid the pathless desert of Arabia, where
- Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied to
- the European witch-cult, and was virtually unknown beyond its members.
- No book had ever really hinted of it, though the deathless Chinamen said
- that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab
- Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the
- much-discussed couplet:
- \That is not dead which can eternal lie,
- And with strange aeons even death may die."
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