Тінь над Іннсмутом
Chapter 3
Oh,Ikintellye’littlepitchershevbigears,an’Iwa’n’tmissin’nothin’o’whatwasgossipedabaoutCap’nObedan’thefolksaouttothereef!Heh,heh,heh!HaowabaoutthenightItookmypa’sship’sglassuptothecupaloan’seedthereefa-bristlin’thickwithshapesthatdoveoffquicksoon’sthemoonriz?
"Obedan’thefolkswasinadory,butthemshapesdoveoffthefarsideintothedeepwateran’nevercomeup...
"Haow’dyeliketobealittleshaveraloneupinacupolaa-watchin’shapesaswa’n’thumanshapes?...Heh?...Heh,heh,heh..."
Theoldmanwasgettinghysterical,andIbegantoshiverwithanamelessalarm.Helaidagnarledclawonmyshoulder,anditseemedtomethatitsshakingwasnotaltogetherthatofmirth.
"S’poseonenightyeseedsomethin’heavyheavedoffenObed’sdorybeyondthereef’andthenlearnednextdayayoungfellerwasmissin’fromhome.Hey!Didanybodyeverseehideorhairo’HiramGilmanagin.Didthey?An’NickPierce,an’LuellyWaite,an’AdoniramSaouthwick,an’HenryGarrison.Hey?Heh,heh,heh,heh...Shapestalkin’signlanguagewiththeirhands...themashadreelhands...
"Wal,Sir,thatwasthetimeObedbeguntogitonhisfeetagin.Folksseehisthreedartersa-wearin’gold-likethingsasnobody’dneverseeon’emafore,an’smokestaredcomin’aouto’therefin’rychimbly.
