![]() I went directly home to Toledo from Boston, and later spent a month at Maumee recuperating from my ordeal. However, I was grateful for data which I knew would prove valuable and took copious notes and lists of book references regarding the well-documented Orne family. Peabody's suggestion that I had the true Marsh eyes myself. Having formed some disagreeable impressions connected with the name of Marsh, I did not welcome the news that it belonged on my own ancestral tree nor was I pleased by Mr. Most of the puzzling was done after her early death, which took place at the birth of my grandmother - her only child. Possibly, many suggested, she was the natural daughter of some Marsh of prominence - she certainly had the true Marsh eyes. The Frenchwoman - now long dead - was very taciturn, and there were those who said she would have told more than she did.īut the most baffling thing was the inability of anyone to place the recorded parents of the young woman - Enoch and Lydia (Meserve) Marsh - among the known families of New Hampshire. A guardian had deposited funds in a Boston bank to maintain her and her French governess but that guardian's name was unfamiliar to Arkham people, and in time he dropped out of sight, so that the governess assumed the role by court appointment. That bride was understood to have been an orphaned Marsh of New Hampshire - a cousin of the Essex County Marshes - but her education had been in France and she knew very little of her family. Peabody said, been considerable discussion about the marriage of her father, Benjamin Orne, just after the Civil War since the ancestry of the bride was peculiarly puzzling. It seemed that a material uncle of mine had been there many years before on a quest much like my own and that my grandmother's family was a topic of some local curiosity. Lapham Peabody - was very courteous about assisting me, and expressed unusual interest when I told him I was a grandson of Eliza Orne of Arkham, who was born in 1867 and had married James Williamson of Ohio at the age of seventeen. The curator of the historical society there - Mr. I did, however, improve my stay in Arkham by collecting some genealogical notes I had long wished to possess very rough and hasty data, it is true, but capable of good use later no when I might have time to collate and codify them. Nor did I dare look for that piece of strange jewelry said to be in the Miskatonic University Museum. Perhaps it is madness that is overtaking me - yet perhaps a greater horror - or a greater marvel - is reaching out.Īs may well be imagined, I gave up most of the foreplanned features of the rest of my tour - the scenic, architectural, and antiquarian diversions on which I had counted so heavily. With the main result of these colloquies the public is now familiar - and I wish, for normality's sake, there were nothing more to tell. ![]() I caught the night train to Arkham, and the next day talked long and earnestly with government officials there a process I later repeated in Boston. Before evening I was in village, getting a meal and providing myself with presentable cloths. Despite weakness hunger, horror, and bewilderment I found myself after a time able to walk so started slowly along the muddy road to Rowley. I must get away from evil-shadowed Innsmouth - and accordingly I began to test my cramped, wearied powers of locomotion. The reality of what I had been through was highly uncertain in my mind, but I felt that something hideous lay in the background. My watch was still going, and told me that the hour was past noon. The fishy odour, too, was gone, Innsmouth's ruined roofs and toppling steeples loomed up greyly toward the southeast, but not a living creature did I spy in all the desolate salt marshes around. It was a gentle daylight rain that awaked me front my stupor in the brush-grown railway cut, and when I staggered out to the roadway ahead I saw no trace of any prints in the fresh mud. Sacred Texts Necronomicon Index Previous NextĪn H.P. Lovecraft Anthology: The Shadow over Innsmouth (Weird Tales, 1942): Chapter V
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