Тень над Иннсмутом
Chapter 3
"Matthedidn’tlikethisbusinessatall,an’wantedObedshudkeepawayfromtheisland;buttheCap’nwassharpfergain,an’faoundhecudgetthemgold-likethingssocheapitudpayhimtomakeaspecialtyofthem.Thingswentonthatwayforyearsan’Obedgotenougho’thatgold-likestufftomakehimstarttherefineryinWaite’soldrun-daownfullin’mill.Hedidn’tdasssellthepiecesliketheywas,forfolksudbeallthetimeaskin’questions.Allthesamehiscrewsudgetapiecean’disposeofitnaowandthen,eventhoughtheywassworetokeepquiet;an’helethiswomen-folkswearsomeo’thepiecesaswasmorehuman-likethanmost.
"Well,comeabaoutthutty-eight—whenIwassevenyear’old—Obedhefaoundtheislandpeopleallwipedaoutbetweenv’yages.Seemstheotherislandershadgotwindo’whatwasgoin’on,andhadtookmattersintotheirownhands.S’posetheymustahad,afterall,themoldmagicsignsastheseathingssayswastheonlythingstheywasafeardof.Notellin’whatanyo’themKanakyswillchancetogitaholtofwhenthesea-bottomthrowsupsomeislandwithruinsolder’nthedeluge.Piouscusses,thesewas—theydidn’tleavenothin’standin’oneitherthemainislandorthelittlevolcanicisletexcep’whatpartsoftheruinswastoobigtoknockdaown.Insomeplacestheywaslittlestonesstrewedabaout—likecharms—withsomethin’on’emlikewhatyecallaswastikanaowadays.Prob’lythemwastheOldOnes’signs.
