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A quart bottle of whiskey was easily, though not cheaply, obtained in the rear of a dingy variety-store just off the Square in Eliot Street The dirty-looking fellow who waited on me had a touch of the staring āInnsmouth lookā, but was quite civil in his way; being perhaps used to the custom of such convivial strangers - truckmen, gold-buyers, and the like - as were occasionally in town.
Reentering the Square I saw that luck was with me; for - shuffling out of Paine street around the comer of the Gilman House - I glimpsed nothing less than the tall, lean, tattered form of old Zadok Allen himself. In accordance with my plan, I attracted his attention by brandishing my newly-purchased bottle: and loon realised that he had begun to shuffle wistfully after me as I tinned into Waite Street on my way to the most deserted region I could think of.
I was steering my course by the map the grocery boy had prepared, and was aiming for the wholly abandoned stretch of southern waterfront which I had previously visited. The only people in sight there had been the fishermen on the distant breakwater; and by going a few squares south I could get beyond the range of these, finding a pair of seats on some abandoned wharf and being free to question old Zadok unobserved for an indefinite time. Before I reached Main Street I could hear a faint and wheezy āHey, Mister!ā behind me and I presently allowed the old man to catch up and tab copious pulls from the quart bottle.
I began putting out feelers as we walked amidst the omnipresent desolation and crazily tilted ruins, but found that the aged tongue did not loosen as quickly as I had expected. At length I saw a grass-grown opening toward the sea between crumbling brick walls, with the weedy length of an earth-and-masonry wharf projecting beyond. Piles of moss-covered stones near the water promised tolerable seats, and the scene was sheltered from all possible view by a ruined warehouse on the north. Here, I thought was the ideal place for a long secret colloquy; so I guided my companion down the lane and picked out spots to sit in among the mossy stones. The air of death and desertion was ghoulish, and the smell of fish almost insufferable; but I was resolved to let nothing deter me.
About four hours remained for conversation if I were to catch the eight oāclock coach for Arkham, and I began to dole out more liquor to the ancient tippler; meanwhile eating my own frugal lunch. In my donations I was careful not to overshoot the mark, for I did not wish Zadokās vinous garrulousness to pass into a stupor, after an hour his furtive taciturnity shewed signs of disappearing, but much to my disappointment he still sidetracked my questions about Innsmouth and its shadow-haunted past. He would babble of current topics, revealing a wide acquaintance with newspapers and a great tendency to philosophise in a sententious village fashion.
Toward the end of the second hour I feared my quart of whiskey would not be enough to produce results, and was wondering whether I had better leave old Zadok and go back for more. Just then, however, chance made the opening which my questions had been unable to make; and the wheezing ancientās rambling took a turn that caused me to lean forward and listen alertly. My back was toward the fishy-smelling sea, but he was facing it and something or other had caused his wandering gaze to light on the low, distant line of Devil Reef, then showing plainly and almost fascinatingly above the waves. The sight seemed to displease him, for he began a series of weak curses which ended in a confidential whisper and a knowing leer. He bent toward me, took hold of my coat lapel, and hissed out some hints that could not be mistaken,
āTharās whar it all begun - that cursed place of all wickedness whar the deep water starts. Gate oā hell - sheer drop daown to a bottom no saoundinā-line kin tech. Olā Capān Obed done it - him that faound aout moreān was good fer him in the Saouth Sea islands.
āEverybody was in a bad way them days. Trade fallinā off, mills losinā business - even the new ones - anā the best of our menfolks kilt aprivateerinā in the War of 1812 or lost with the Elizy brig anā the Ranger scow - both on āem Gilman venters. Obed Marsh he had three ships afloat - brigantine Columby, brig Hefty, anā barque Sumatry Queen. He was the only one as kepā on with the East-Injy anā Pacific trade, though Esdras Martinās barkentine Malay Bride made a venter as late as twenty-eight.
āNever was nobody like Capān Obed - old limb oā Satan! Heh, heh! I kin mind him a-tellinā abaout furren parts, anā callinā all the folks stupid for goinā to Christian meetinā anā bearinā their burdns meek anā lowly. Says theyād orter git better gods like some oā the folks in the Injies - gods as ud bring āem good fishinā in return for their sacrifices, anā ud reely answer folksās prayers.
āMatt Eliot his fust mate, talked a lot too, only he was againā folksās doinā any heathen things. Told abaout an island east of Othaheite whar they was a lot oā stone ruins olderān anybody knew anying abaout, kind oā like them on Ponape, in the Carolines, but with carvenās of faces that looked like the big statues on Easter Island. Thar was a little volcanic island near thar, too, whar they was other ruins with diffārent carvinā - ruins all wore away like theyād ben under the sea onct, anā with picters of awful monsters all over āem.
āWal, Sir, Matt he says the natives anound thar had all the fish they cud ketch, anā sported bracelets anā armlets anā head rigs made aout oā a queer kind oā gold anā covered with picters oā monsters jest like the ones carved over the ruins on the little island - sorter fish-like frogs or froglike fishes that was drawed in all kinds oā positions likes they was human beinās. Nobody cud get aout oā them whar they got all the stuff, anā all the other natives wondered haow they managed to find fish in plenty even when the very next island had lean pickinās. Matt he got to wonderonā too anā so did Capān Obed. Obed be notices, besides, that lots of the hnāsome young folks ud drop aout oā sight fer good from year to year, anā that they wanāt many old folks around. Also, he thinks some of the folks looked dinned queer even for Kanakys.
āIt took Obed to git the truth aout oā them heathen. I dunāt know haow he done it, but be begun by tradinā fer the gold-like things they wore. Ast āem whar they come from, anā ef they cud git more, anā finally wormed the story aout oā the old chief - -Walakea, they called him. Nobody but Obed ud ever a believed the old yeller devil, but the Capān cud read folks like they was books. Heh, heh! Nobody never believes me naow when I tell āem, anā I dunāt sāpose you will, young feller - though come to look at ye, ye hev kind oā got them sharp-readinā eyes like Obed had.ā
The old manās whisper grew fainter, and I found myself shuddering at the terrible and sincere portentousness of his intonation, even though I knew his tale could be nothing but drunken phantasy.
āWal, Sir, Obed he ālart that theyās things on this arth as most folks never heerd about - anā wouldnāt believe ef they did hear. lt seems these Kanakys was sacrificinā heaps oā their young men anā maidens to some kind oā god-things that lived under the sea, anā gittinā all kinds oā favour in return. They met the things on the little islet with the queer ruins, anā it seems them awful picters oā frog-fish monsters was supposed to be picters oā these things. Mebbe they was the kind oā critters as got all the mermaid stories anā sech started.
They had all kinds aā cities on the sea-bottom, anā this island was heaved up from thar. Seem they was some of the things alive in the stone buildinās when the island come up sudden to the surface, Thatās how the Kanakys got wind they was daown thar. Made sign-talk as son as they got over beinā skeert, anā pieced up a bargain afore long.
āThem things liked human sacrifices. Had had āem ages afore, but lost track oā the upper world after a time. What they done to the victims I aināt fer me to say, anā I guess Obed wasānāt none too sharp abaout askinā. But it was all right with the heathens, because theyād ben havinā a hard time anā was despārate abaout everything. They give a sarten number oā young folks to the sea-things twice every year - May-Eve anā Hallaweāen - regālar as cud be. Also give some aā the carved knick-knacks they made. What the things agreed to give in return was plenty aā fish - they druv āem in from all over the sea - anā a few gold like things naow anā then.
āWal, as I says, the natives met the things on the little volcanic islet - goinā thar in canoes with the sacrifices et cetāry, and bringinā back any of the gold-like jools as was cominā to āem. At fust the things didnāt never go onto the main island, but arter a time they come to want to. Seems they hankered arter mixinā with the folks, anā havinā jāint ceremonies on the big days - May-Eve anā Halloweāen. Ye see, they was able to live both in ant aout oā water - what they call amphibians, I guess. The Kanakys told āem as haow folks from the other islands might wanta wipe āan out if they got wind oā their beinā thar, but they says they dunāt keer much, because they cud wipe aout the hull brood oā humans ef they was wiliinā to bother - that is, any as didnāt be, sarten signs sech as was used onct by the lost Old Ones, whoever they was. But not wantinā to bother, theyād lay low shun anybody visited the island.
āWhen it come to matinā with them toad-lookinā fishes, the Kanakys kind oā balked, but finally they larnt something as put a new face on the matter. Seems that human folks has got a kind aā relation to sech water-beasts - that everything alive come aout oā the water onct anā only needs a little change to go back agin. Them things told the Kanakys that ef they mixed bloods thereād be children as ud look human at fust, but later turn moreān more like the things, till finally theyād take to the water anā jine the main lot oā things daown har. Anā this is the important part, young feller - them as turned into fish things anā went into the water wouldnāt never die. Them things never died excepā they was kilt violent.
āWal, Sir, it seems by the time Obed knowed them islanders they was all full oā fish blood from them deep water things. When they got old anā begun to shew it, they was kepā hid until they felt like takinā to the water anā quittinā the place. Some was more teched than others, anā some never did change quite enough to take
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