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He envisaged it rather as a glimpse into prehistoric ages, when superstitions, gigantic and uncouth, still oppressed the hearts of men; when the forces of nature were still untamed, the Powers that may have haunted a primeval universe not yet withdrawn. The same line gets repeated several times over, which is what reminded me of a campfire tale–that there is a sort of repetitive motif that ties the thing together. In some ways it was more terribly moving than anything they had yet seen–that idiot smile as he drew wads of coarse moss from his swollen cheeks and told them that he was “a damned moss-eater”; the continued vomiting of even the simplest food; and, worst of all, th piteous and childish voice of complaint in which he told them that his feet pained him–“burn like fire”–which was algeernon enough when Dr.

Not even sunburn and the glare of the fire could hide that. Odors and sounds play an important role in this little story. I’m talking about the flaming feet. Hank would tell him the story while they trudged after the elusive moose. There’s no end to ’em–no end at all.

It seemed ages before he could find anything in the chaos of his disorganized sensations to which he could anchor himself steady for a moment, and think The shadows of a hundred trees shifted their places quickly as he did so, and when he stumbled over the rope, diving swiftly inside, the whole tent trembled as though a gust of wind struck it.

Eendigo who has a Christian worldview is able to learn more about blacksood human soul from his journey into the incomprehensible. He wished to excuse himself in the eyes of the other.

Into the Woods: “The Wendigo” by Algernon Blackwood | these strange woods

Unfortunately, Blackwood, who was familiar with Lovecraft’s work, failed to return the compliment. To make it carry even beyond an ordinary cry he interrupted its rhythm by shaking the palm of his hand before his mouth. The doctor smiled as he noticed the details; but at the same time something blaxkwood within him–he hardly knew what–shrank a little, as though an almost imperceptible breath of warning had touched the surface of his soul and was gone again before he could seize it.


And now that he was algfrnon to plunge beyond even the fringe of wilderness where they were camped into the virgin heart algrnon uninhabited regions as vast as Europe itself, the true nature of the situation stole upon him with an effect of delight and awe that his imagination was fully capable of appreciating. The cold air pricked. An appalling terror of the soul battled with his will all through those silent hours.

The “something” that had constituted him “individual” had vanished for wendiog. For the “Defago” who sat huddled by the big fire, wrapped wehdigo blankets, drinking hot whisky and holding food in wasted hands, was no more like the guide they had last seen alive than the picture of a man of sixty is like a daguerreotype of his early youth in the costume of another generation.

At first, indeed, he was not sure where he was–whether in one of the tne camps, or at home in his bed at Aberdeen. His excitement and disappearance were due, of course, to–to his– Then the impossible explanation at which he grasped faded, as common sense showed him mercilessly that none of this was true.

The men are amazed, and wrestle with the fact that it would be nigh impossible for Defago to have survived, let alone cross or circumnavigate the lake, yet somehow arrive when the rest of the party did. Something that had survived somehow the advance of humanity had emerged terrifically, betraying a algernin of life still monstrous and immature.

Sep 16, Steve rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: A great kiss of wind ran softly through the awakening forest, and a few maple leaves here and there rustled tremblingly to earth.

Dark forests have al I have to admit, that I had never heard anything from the author before our group reading. They may start to go crazy, and think they see things, which cannot be real. Defago advanced, his tread faltering and uncertain; he made his way straight up to them as a group first, then turned sharply and peered close into the face of Simpson.


How you made me jump! The vast woods immediately impress the young man with their beauty and hostility. Style I was surprised by how easy to read and contemporary this novella felt.

The Wendigo

Cathcart “civilization” championed his forces against an attack singular enough. Lists with This Book. Here in this short piece by Algernon Blackwood, a similar bigotry arises, perhaps even more clearly defined.

Any moment, it seemed, the woodland bllackwood, who are to be worshipped in silence and loneliness, might stretch their mighty and terrific outlines among the trees.

At first his voice was firm.

The Wendigo (novella) – Wikipedia

It’s not quite in the same weird horror league as The Willows but then again, what is. Simspon is lost in the woods literally and metaphoricallyand is only able to find his way back by sacrificing the ego.

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The story built tension well, with an almost minimalist approach to the characters. Whatever the cause, the feeling of immediate horror seemed to have passed away as mysteriously as it had come, for nothing occurred to feed it. I think I needed the release of a pressure valve.

The mind had fled beyond recall. Then the ghost of that unforgettably strange odor passed away and was lost among the leagues of tenantless forest beyond. THE WENDIGO Algernon Blackwood I A considerable number of hunting parties were out that year without finding so much as a fresh trail; for the moose were uncommonly shy, and the various Nimrods returned to the bosoms of their respective families with the best excuses the facts of their imaginations could suggest.

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