Жах Данвіча
Chapter 7
AfteraweekofdebateitwassenttoMiskatonicUniversity,togetherwiththedeceased’scollectionofstrangebooks,forstudyandpossibletranslation; buteventhebestlinguistssoonsawthatitwasnotlikelytobeunriddledwithease. NotraceoftheancientgoldwithwhichWilburandOldWhateleyhadalwayspaidtheirdebtshasyetbeendiscovered.
ItwasinthedarkofSeptemberninththatthehorrorbrokeloose. Thehillnoiseshadbeenverypronouncedduringtheevening,anddogsbarkedfranticallyallnight. Earlyrisersonthetenthnoticedapeculiarstenchintheair. Aboutseveno’clockLutherBrown,thehiredboyatGeorgeCorey’s,betweenColdSpringGlenandthevillage,rushedfrenziedlybackfromhismorningtriptoTen–AcreMeadowwiththecows. Hewasalmostconvulsedwithfrightashestumbledintothekitchen; andintheyardoutsidethenolessfrightenedherdwerepawingandlowingpitifully,havingfollowedtheboybackinthepanictheysharedwithhim. BetweengaspsLuthertriedtostammerouthistaletoMrsCorey.
‘Uptharintherudbeyonttheglen,Mis’Corey—they’ssuthin’benthar! Itsmellslikethunder,an’allthebushesan’littletreesispushedbackfromtherudlikethey’dahaousebenmovedalongofit. An’thatain’tthewust,nuther.
