No More Learning

"Myself and my two brothers once owned a schooner-rigged
smack of about seventy tons burthen, with which we were in
the habit of fishing among the islands beyond Moskoe, nearly
to Vurrgh. In all violent eddies at sea there is good fishing, at
proper opportunities, if one has only the courage to attempt it;
but among the whole of the Lofoden coastmen, we three were
the only ones who made a regular business of going out to the
islands, as I tell you. The usual grounds are a great way lower
down to the southward. There fish can be got at all hours,
without much risk, and therefore these places are preferred.
The choice spots over here among the rocks, however, not only
yield the finest variety, but in far greater abundance; so that
we often got in a single day what the more timid of the craft
could not scrape together in a week. In fact, we made it a
matter of desperate speculation: the risk of life standing instead.
of labor, and courage answering for capital.
"We kept the smack in a cove about five miles higher up the
coast than this; and it was our practice, in fine weather, to take
advantage of the fifteen minutes' slack to push across the main
channel of the Moskoe-ström, far above the pool, and then drop
down upon anchorage somewhere near Otterholm, or Sandflesen,
where the eddies are not so violent as elsewhere. Here we used
to remain until nearly time for slack water again, when we
weighed and made for home. We never set out upon this expe-
dition without a steady side wind for going and coming, — one
that we felt sure would not fail us before our return; and we
seldom made a miscalculation upon this point. Twice, during
six years, we were forced to stay all night at anchor on account
of a dead calm, which is a rare thing indeed just about here;
and once we had to remain on the grounds nearly a week,
starving to death, owing to a gale which blew up shortly after
our arrival, and made the channel too boisterous to be thought
of. Upon this occasion we should have been driven out to sea
in spite of everything (for the whirlpools threw us round and
round so violently, that at length we fouled our anchor and
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innumerable cross-currents,- here to-day and gone to-morrow,-
which drove us under the lee of Flimen, where by good luck we
brought up.
"I could not tell you the twentieth part of the difficulties we
encountered 'on the ground,'—it is a bad spot to be in, even in
good weather: but we made shift always to run the gantlet of
the Moskoe-ström itself without accident; although at times my
heart has been in my mouth when we happened to be a minute
or so behind or before the slack. The wind sometimes was not
as strong as we thought it at starting; and then we made rather
less way than we could wish, while the current rendered the
smack unmanageable. My eldest brother had a son eighteen
years old, and I had two stout boys of my own. These would
have been of great assistance in such times, in using the sweeps
as well as afterward in fishing; but somehow, although we ran
the risk ourselves, we had not the heart to let the young ones
get into the danger-for after all said and done, it was a hor-
rible danger, and that is the truth.
"It is now within a few days of three years since what I am
going to tell you occurred. It was on the 10th of July, 18—; a
day which the people of this part of the world will never forget,
for it was one in which blew the most terrible hurricane that
ever came out of the heavens. And yet all the morning, and
indeed until late in the afternoon, there was a gentle and steady
breeze from the southwest, while the sun shone brightly, so that
the oldest seaman among us could not have foreseen what was to
follow.
"The three of us. my two brothers and myself - had crossed
over to the islands about two o'clock P. M. , and soon nearly
loaded the smack with fine fish; which, we all remarked, were
more plenty that day than we had ever known them.
It was
just seven, by my watch, when we weighed and started for home,
so as to make the worst of the Ström at slack water, which we
knew would be at eight.
"We set out with a fresh wind at our starboard quarter, and
for some time spanked along at a great rate, never dreaming of
danger; for indeed, we saw not the slightest reason to apprehend
it. All at once we were taken aback by a breeze from over
Helseggen. This was most unusual; something that had never
happened to us: and I began to feel a little uneasy, without
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make no headway at all for the eddies; and I was upon the point
of proposing to return to the anchorage, when, looking astern,
we saw the whole horizon covered with a singular copper-colored
cloud that rose with the most amazing velocity.
"In the mean time the breeze that had headed us off fell
away; and we were dead becalmed, drifting about in every direc-
tion. This state of things, however, did not last long enough to
give us time to think about it. In less than a minute the storm
was upon us; in less than two the sky was entirely overcast; and
what with this and the driving spray, it became suddenly so dark
that we could not see each other in the smack.
"Such a hurricane as then blew, it is folly to attempt to de-
scribe. The oldest seaman in Norway never experienced anything
like it. We had let our sails go by the run before it cleverly
took us; but at the first puff, both our masts went by the board
as if they had been sawed off — the mainmast taking with it my
youngest brother, who had lashed himself to it for safety.
"Our boat was the lightest feather of a thin that ever sat
upon water. It had a complete flush deck, with only a small
hatch near the bow; and this hatch it had always been our cus-
tom to batten down when about to cross the Ström, by way of
precaution against chopping seas. But for this circumstance we
should have foundered at once; for we lay entirely buried for
some moments. How my elder brother escaped destruction I
cannot say, for I never had an opportunity of ascertaining.
my part, as so as I had let the foresail run, I threw myself
flat on deck, with my feet against the narrow gunwale of the
bow, and with my hands grasping a ring-bolt near the foot of
the foremast. It was mere instinct that prompted me to do this,
which was undoubtedly the very best thing I could have done;
for I was too much flurried to think.
"For some moments we were completely deluged, I say; and
all this time I held my breath, and clung to the bolt. When I
could stand it no longer I raised myself upon my knees, still
keeping hold with my hands, and thus got my head clear. Pres-
ently our little boat gave herself a shake, just as a dog does in
coming out of the water, and thus rid herself in some measure
of the seas. I was now trying to get the better of the stupor
that had come over me, and to collect my senses so as to see
what was to be done, when I felt somebody grasp my arm. It
was my elder brother, and my heart leaped for joy, for I had
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made sure that he was overboard; but the next moment all this
joy was turned into horror,- for he put his mouth close to my
ear, and screamed out the word 'Moskoe-ström!
"No one will ever know what my feelings were at that
moment. I shook from head to foot as if I had the most violent
fit of the ague.
I knew what he meant by that one word well
enough I knew what he wished to make me understand. With
the wind that now drove us on, we were bound for the whirl of
the Ström, and nothing could save us!
་
"You perceive that in crossing the Ström channel, we always
went a long way up above the whirl, even in the calmest
weather, and then had to wait and watch carefully for the slack;
but now we were driving right upon the pool itself, and in such
a hurricane as this! To be sure,' I thought, we shall get
there just about the slack,- there is some little hope in that;'
but in the moment I cursed myself for being so great a fool as
to dream of hope at all. I knew very well that we were doomed,
had we been ten times a ninety-gun ship.
"By this time the first fury of the tempest had spent itself,
or perhaps we did not feel it much as we scudded before it;
but at all events the seas, which at first had been kept down
by the wind, and lay flat and frothing, now got up into absolute
mountains. A singular change, too, had come over the heav-
ens. Around in every direction it was still as black as pitch; but
nearly overhead there burst out, all at once, a circular rift of
clear sky, as clear as I ever saw, and of a deep bright blue,—
and through it there blazed forth the full moon with a lustre
that I never before knew her to wear. She lit up everything
about us with the greatest distinctness- but O God, what a scene
it was to light up!
"I now made one or two attempts to speak to my brother;
but in some manner which I could not understand, the din had
so increased that I could not make him hear a single word,
although I screamed at the top of my voice in his ear. Pres-
ently he shook his head, looking as pale as death, and held up
one of his fingers, as if to say, 'Listen! '
"At first I could not make out what he meant; but soon a
hideous thought flashed upon me. I dragged my watch from its
fob. It was not going. I glanced at its face by the moonlight,
and then burst into tears as I flung it far away into the ocean.
It had run down at seven o'clock! We were behind the time of
the slack, and the whirl of the Ström was in full fury!
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"When a boat is well built, properly trimmed, and not deep
laden, the waves in a strong gale, when she is going large, seem
always to slip from beneath her which appears very strange to
a landsman; and this is what is called riding, in sea phrase.
-
"Well, so far we had ridden the swells very cleverly; but
presently a gigantic sea happened to take us right under the
counter, and bore us with it as it rose
up — up — as if into
the sky. I would not have believed that any wave could rise so
high. And then down we came with a sweep, a slide, and a
plunge, that made me feel sick and dizzy, as if I was falling from
some lofty mountain-top in a dream. But while we were up I
had thrown a quick glance around; and that one glance was all-
sufficient. I saw our exact position in an instant. The Moskoe-
ström whirlpool was about a quarter of a mile dead ahead; but
no more like the every-day Moskoe-ström, than the whirl as you
now see it is like a mill-race. If I had not known where we
were, and what we had to expect, I should not have recognized
the place at all. As it was, I involuntarily closed my eyes in
horror. The lids clenched themselves together as if in a spasm.
-
"It could not have been more than two minutes afterward
until we suddenly felt the waves subside, and were enveloped in
foam. The boat made a sharp half-turn to larboard, and then
shot off in its new direction like a thunderbolt. At the same
moment the roaring noise of the water was completely drowned
in a kind of shrill shriek; such a sound as you might imagine
given out by the water pipes of many thousand steam-vessels,
letting off their steam all together. We were now in the belt of
surf that always surrounds the whirl; and I thought, of course,
that another moment would plunge us into the abyss — down
which we could only see indistinctly on account of the amazing
velocity with which we were borne along. The boat did not
seem to sink into the water at all, but to skim like an air bubble
upon the surface of the surge. Her starboard side was next the
whirl, and on the larboard arose the world of ocean we had left.
It stood like a huge writhing wall between us and the horizon.
"It may appear strange,- but now, when we were in the
very jaws of the gulf, I felt more composed than when we were
only approaching it. Having made up my mind to hope no
more, I got rid of a great deal of that terror which unmanned
me at first. I suppose it was despair that strung my nerves.
"It may look like boasting, but what I tell you is truth: I
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manner, and how foolish it was in me to think of so paltry a
consideration as my own individual life, in view of so wonderful
a manifestation of God's power. I do believe that I blushed with
shame when this idea crossed my mind. After a little while I
became possessed with the keenest curiosity about the whirl itself.
I positively felt a wish to explore its depths, even at the sacri-
fice I was going to make; and my principal grief was that I
should never be able to tell my old companions on shore about
the mysteries I should see. These, no doubt, were singular fan-
cies to occupy a man's mind in such extremity—and I have
often thought since that the revolutions of the boat around the
pool might have rendered me a little light-headed.
"There was another circumstance which tended to restore
my self-possession; and this was the cessation of the wind, which
could not reach us in our present situation for as you saw
yourself, the belt of surf is considerably lower than the general
bed of the ocean, and this latter now towered above us, a high,
black, mountainous ridge. If you have never been at sea in a
heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occas-
ioned by the wind and spray together. They blind, deafen, and
strangle you, and take away all power of action or reflection.
But we were now, in a great measure, rid of these annoyances;
just as death-condemned felons in prison are allowed petty in-
dulgences, forbidden them while their doom is yet uncertain.
"How often we made the circuit of the belt it is impossible
to say.
We careered round and round for perhaps an hour,
flying rather than floating, getting gradually more and more into
the middle of the surge, and then nearer and nearer to its hor-
rible inner edge. All this time I had never let go of the ring-
bolt. My brother was at the stern, holding on to a small empty
water cask which had been securely lashed under the coop of
the counter, and was the only thing on deck that had not been
swept overboard when the gale first took us. As we approached
the brink of the pit, he let go his hold upon thi and made for
the ring, from which in the agony of his terror he endeavored
to force my hands, as it was not large enough to afford us both
a secure grasp. I never felt deeper grief than when I saw him
attempt this act, although I knew he was a madman when he did
it—a raving maniac through sheer fright. I did not care, how-
ever, to contest the point with him. I knew it could make no
difference whether either of us held on at all; so I let him have
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the bolt, and went astern to the cask. This there was no great
difficulty in doing; for the smack flew round steadily enough,
and upon an even keel-only swaying to and fro with the im-
mense sweeps and swelters of the whirl. Scarcely had I secured
myself in my new position when we gave a wild lurch to star-
board and rushed headlong into the abyss. I muttered a hurried
prayer to God, and thought all was over.
"As I felt the sickening sweep of the descent, I had instinct-
ively tightened my hold upon the barrel and closed my eyes.
For some seconds I dared not open them; while I expected
instant destruction, and wondered that I was not already in my
death-struggles with the water. But moment after moment
elapsed. I still lived. The sense of falling had ceased; and
the motion of the vessel seemed much as it had been before
while in the belt of foam, with the exception that she now lay
more along. I took courage, and looked once again upon the
scene.
"Never shall I forget the sensation of awe, horror, and admi-
ration with which I gazed about me. The boat appeared to be
hanging, as if by magic, midway down upon the interior sur-
face of a funnel vast in circumference, prodigious in depth, and
whose perfectly smooth sides might have been mistaken for ebony
but for the bewildering rapidity with which they spun around,
and for the gleaming and ghastly radiance they shot forth as the
rays of the full moon, from that circular rift amid the clouds
which I have already described, streamed in a flood of golden
glory along the black walls and far away down into the inmost.
recesses of the abyss.
"At first I was too much confused to observe anything accu-
rately. The general burst of terrific grandeur was all that I
beheld. When I recovered myself a little, however, my gaze fell
instinctively downward. In this direction I was able to obtain
an unobstructed view, from the manner in which the smack hung
on the inclined surface of the pool. She was quite upon an
even keel,- that is to say, her deck lay in a plane parallel with
that of the water; but this latter sloped at an angle of more
than forty-five degrees, so that we seemed to be lying upon our
beam ends. I could not help observing, nevertheless, that I had
scarcely more difficulty in maintaining my hold and footing in
this situation than if we had been upon a dead level; and this,
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"The rays of the moon seemed to search the very bottom of
the profound gulf; but still I could make out nothing distinctly,
on account of a thick mist in which everything there was envel-
oped, and over which there hung a magnificent rainbow, like that
narrow and tottering bridge which Mussulmans say is the only
pathway between Time and Eternity. This mist, or spray, was
no doubt occasioned by the clashing of the great walls of the
funnel, as they all met together at the bottom; but the yell that
went up to the heavens from out of that mist, I dare not attempt
to describe.
"Our first slide into the abyss itself, from the belt of foam
above, had carried us to a great distance down the slope; but
our further descent was by no means proportionate. Round and
round we swept; not with any uniform movement, but in dizzying
swings and jerks, that sent us sometimes only a few hundred
yards, sometimes nearly the complete circuit of the whirl. Our
progress downward, at each revolution, was slow but very per-
ceptible.
"Looking about me upon the wide waste of liquid ebony on
which we were thus borne, I perceived that our boat was not the
only object in the embrace of the whirl. Both above and below
us were visible fragments of vessels, large masses of building
timber and trunks of trees, with many smaller articles, such as
pieces of house furniture, broken boxes, barrels, and staves. I
have already described the unnatural curiosity which had taken.
the place of my original terrors. It appeared to grow upon me
as I drew nearer and nearer to my dreadful doom. I now began
to watch, with a strange interest, the numerous things that
floated in our company. I must have been delirious, for I even
sought amusement in speculating upon the relative velocities of
their several descents toward the foam below. This fir-tree,' I
found myself at one time saying, 'will certainly be the next
thing that takes the awful plunge and disappears;' and then I
was disappointed to find that the wreck of a Dutch merchant
ship overtook it and went down before. At length, after mak-
ing several guesses of this nature, and being deceived in all,—
this fact, the fact of my invariable miscalculation, set me upon a
train of reflection that made my limbs again tremble, and my
heart beat heavily once more.
"It was not a new terror that thus affected me, but the dawn
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and partly from present observation. I called to mind the great
variety of buoyant matter that strewed the coast of Lofoden,
having been absorbed and then thrown forth by the Moskoe-
ström. By far the greater number of the articles were shattered
in the most extraordinary way, so chafed and roughened as to
have the appearance of being stuck full of splinters; but then I
distinctly recollected that there were some of them which were
not disfigured at all. Now, I could not account for this difference
except by supposing that the roughened fragments were the only
ones which had been completely absorbed; that the others had
entered the whirl at so late a period of the tide, or from some
reason had descended so slowly after entering, that they did not
reach the bottom before the turn of the flood came,-or of the
ebb, as the case might be. I conceived it possible, in either
instance, that they might be thus whirled up again to the level
of the ocean without undergoing the fate of those which had
been drawn in more early or absorbed more rapidly. I made
also three important observations. The first was, that as a
general rule, the larger the bodies were, the more rapid their
descent; the second, that between two masses of equal extent,
the one spherical and the other of any other shape, the superiority
in speed of descent was with the sphere; the third, that between
two masses of equal size, the one cylindrical, and the other of
any other shape, the cylinder was absorbed the more slowly.
Since my escape I have had several conversations on this subject
with an old schoolmaster of the district; and it was from him
that I learned the use of the words 'cylinder' and 'sphere. '
He explained to me-although I have forgotten the explanation
-how what I observed was in fact the natural consequence of
the forms of the floating fragments; and showed me how it
happened that a cylinder, swimming in a vortex, offered more
resistance to its suction, and was drawn in with greater difficulty,
than an equally bulky body of any form whatever.
"There was one startling circumstance which went a great
way in enforcing these observations, and rendering me anxious
to turn them to account: and this was, that at every revolution
we passed something like a barrel, or else the yard or the mast
of the vessel; while many of those things which had been on
our level when I first opened my eyes upon the wonders of
the whirlpool, were now high up above us, and seemed to have
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"I no longer hesitated what to do. I resolved to lash myself
securely to the water cask upon which I now held, to cut it
loose from the counter, and to throw myself with it into the
water. I attracted my brother's attention by signs, pointed to
the floating barrels that came near us, and did everything in
my power to make him understand what I was about to do.
I thought at length that he comprehended my design; but
whether this was the case or not, he shook his head despairingly,
and refused to move from his station by the ringbolt. It was
impossible to reach him; the emergency admitted of no delay:
and so with a bitter struggle I resigned him to his fate, fastened
myself to the cask by means of the lashings which secured it to
the counter, and precipitated myself with it into the sea, without
another moment's hesitation.
"The result was precisely what I had hoped it might be. As
it is myself who now tell you this tale, as you see that I did
escape, and as you are already in possession of the mode in
which this escape was effected, and must therefore anticipate
all that I have further to say, I will bring my story quickly to
conclusion. It might have been an hour or thereabout after my
quitting the smack, when, having descended to a vast distance
beneath me, it made three or four wild gyrations in rapid suc-
cession, and bearing my loved brother with it, plunged head-
long, at once and forever, into the chaos of foam below. The
barrel to which I was attached sunk very little farther than
half the distance between the bottom of the gulf and the spot at
which I leaped overboard, before a great change took place in
the character of the whirlpool. The slope of the sides of the
vast funnel became momently less and less steep.
The gyra-
tions of the whirl grew gradually less and less violent. By de-
grees the froth and the rainbow disappeared, and the bottom of
the gulf seemed slowly to uprise. The sky was clear, the winds
had gone down, and the full moon was setting radiantly in
the west, when I found myself on the surface of the ocean, in
full view of the shores of Lofoden, and above the spot where
the pool of the Moskoe-ström had been. It was the hour of the
slack; but the sea still heaved in mountainous waves from the
effects of the hurricane. I was borne violently into the channel
of the Ström, and in a few minutes was hurried down the coast
―――――
into the grounds' of the fishermen. A boat picked me up,-
exhausted from fatigue, and (now that the danger was removed)
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speechless from the memory of its horror. Those who drew me
on board were my old mates and daily companions; but they
knew me no more than they would have known a traveler from
the spirit-land. My hair, which had been raven-black the day
before, was as white as you see it now. They say too that the
whole expression of my countenance had changed. I told them
my story; they did not believe it. I now tell it to you; and I
can scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the
merry fishermen of Lofoden. "
――
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER
Son cœur est un luth suspendu ;
Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne.
- DE BÉRANGER.
D
URING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the
autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively
low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horse-
back, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length
found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view
of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was,
but with the first glimpse of the building a sense of insufferable
gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling
was unrelieved by any of that half pleasurable, because poetic,
sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest
natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the
scene before me- upon the mere house, and the simple landscape
features of the domain, upon the bleak walls, upon the vacant
eye-like windows, upon a few rank sedges, and upon a few white
trunks of decayed trees-with an utter depression of soul, which
I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the
after-dream of the reveler upon opium-the bitter lapse into
every-day life-the hideous dropping of the veil. There was
an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart-an unredeemed
dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could
torture into aught of the sublime. What was it, I paused to
think, what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation
of the House of Usher?
It was
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as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory
conclusion, that while beyond doubt there are combinations of
very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affect-
ing us, still the analysis of this power lies among considera-
tions beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere
different arrangement of the particulars of the scene,- of the
details of the picture,- would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps
to annihilate, its capacity for sorrowful impression; and acting
upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of
a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwell-
ing, and gazed down- but with a shudder more thrilling than
before upon the remodeled and inverted images of the gray
sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like
windows.
-
-
Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to
myself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher,
had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many
years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had
lately reached me in a distant part of the country-a letter from
him which in its wildly importunate nature had admitted of no
other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous
agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness; of a mental
disorder which oppressed him; and of an earnest desire to see
me, as his best and indeed his only personal friend, with a
view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alle-
viation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and
much more, was said,-it was the apparent heart that went with
his request, which allowed me
no room for hesitation; and I
accordingly obeyed forthwith what I still considered a very sin-
gular summons.
――――――――
Although as boys we had been even intimate associates, yet
I really knew little of my friend. His reserve had been always
excessive and habitual. I was aware, however, that his very
ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar
sensibility of temperament; displaying itself through long ages in
many works of exalted art, and manifested of late in repeated
deeds of munificent yet unobtrusive charity, as well as in a pas-
sionate devotion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to
the orthodox and easily recognizable beauties, of musical science.
I had learned too the very remarkable fact that the stem of the
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any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire family lay
in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very trifling
and very temporary variation, so lain.
It was this deficiency, I
considered, while running over in thought the perfect keeping
of the character of the premises with the accredited character of
the people, and while speculating upon the possible influence
which the one, in the long lapse of centuries, might have exer-
cised upon the other, it was this deficiency perhaps of collat-
eral issue, and the consequent undeviating transmission from sire
to son of the patrimony with the name, which had at length so
identified the two as to merge the original title of the estate in
the quaint and equivocal appellation of the "House of Usher, "-
an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peas-
antry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.
I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish ex-
periment that of looking down within the tarn-had been to
deepen the first singular impression. There can be no doubt
that the consciousness of the rapid increase of my superstition —
for why should I not so term it? -served mainly to accelerate
the increase itself. Such, I have long known, is the paradoxical
law of all sentiments having terror as a basis. And it might
have been for this reason only, that when I again uplifted my
eyes to the house itself from its image in the pool, there grew
in my mind a strange fancy; a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I
but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which
oppressed me. I had so worked upon my imagination as really
to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung
an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicin-
ity; an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven,
but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray
wall, and the silent tarn; a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, slug-
gish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.
Shaking off from my spirit what must have been a dream,
I scanned more narrowly the real aspect of the building. Its
principal feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity.
The discoloration of ages had been great. Minute fungi over-
spread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work
from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary
dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there
appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect
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stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the spe-
cious totality of old woodwork which had rotted for long years
in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of
the external air. . Beyond this indication of extensive decay, how-
ever, the fabric gave little token of instability. Perhaps the
eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely per-
ceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building
in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until
it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.
Noticing these things, I rode over a short causeway to the
house. A ervant in waiting took my horse, and I entered the
Gothic archway of the hall. A valet of stealthy step thence con-
ducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages.
in my progress to the studio of his master. Much that I en-
countered on the way contributed, I know not how, to heighten
the vague sentiments of which I have already spoken. While
the objects around me- while the carvings of the ceilings, the
sombre tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the floors,
and the phantasmagoric armorial trophies which rattled as I
strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had
been accustomed from my infancy,- while I hesitated not to
acknowledge how familiar was all this, I still wondered to find
how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were
stirring up. On one of the staircases I met the physician of the
family. His countenance, I thought, wore a mingled expression
of low cunning and perplexity. He accosted me with trepidation
and passed on. The valet now threw open a door and ushered
me into the presence of his master.
The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty.
The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a
distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessi-
ble from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their
way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently
distinct the more prominent objects around; the eye, however,
struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or
the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies
hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfort-
less, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments.
lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene.
I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern,
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Upon my entrance, Usher arose from a sofa on which he had
been lying at full length, and greeted me with a vivacious
warmth which had much in it, I at first thought, of an overdone
cordiality, of the constrained effort of the ennuyé man of the
world. A glance, however, at his countenance, convinced me of
his perfect sincerity. We sat down; and for some moments, while
he spoke not, I gazed upon him with a feeling half of pity,
half of awe. Surely, man had never before so terribly altered,
in so brief a period, as had Roderick Usher! It was with diffi-
culty that I could bring myself to admit the identity of the wan
being before me with the companion of my early boyhood. Yet
the character of his face had been at all times remarkable. A
cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid, and luminous
beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and very pallid, but of a
surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of a delicate Hebrew model,
but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a
finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a
want of moral energy; hair of a more than web-like softness
and tenuity, these features, with an inordinate expansion above
the regions of the temple, made up altogether a countenance
not easily forgotten. And now in the mere exaggeration of
the prevailing character of these features, and of the expression
they were wont to convey, lay so much of change that I doubted
to whom I spoke. The now ghastly pallor of the skin, and the
now miraculous lustre of the eye, above all things startled and
even awed me. The silken hair, too, had been suffered to grow
all unheeded; and as in its wild gossamer texture it floated
rather than fell about the face, I could not, even with effort,
connect its arabesque expression with any idea of simple hu-
manity.
In the manner of my friend I was at once struck with an
incoherence an inconsistency; and I soon found this to arise
from a series of feeble and futile struggles to overcome a habit-
ual trepidancy- an excessive nervous agitation. For something
of this nature I had indeed been prepared, no less by his letter
than by reminiscences of certain boyish traits, and by conclus-
ions deduced from his peculiar physical conformation and tem-
perament.
His action was alternately vivacious and sullen.
His voice varied rapidly from a tremulous indecision (when the
animal spirits seemed utterly in abeyance) to that species of
energetic concision-that abrupt, weighty, unhurried, and hollow-
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sounding enunciation—that leaden, self-balanced, and perfectly
modulated guttural utterance, which may be observed in the lost.
drunkard, or the irreclaimable eater of opium, during the periods
of his most intense excitement.
It was thus that he spoke of the object of my visit, of his
earnest desire to see me, and of the solace he expected me to
afford him. He entered at some length into what he conceived
to be the nature of his malady. It was, he said, a constitutional
and a family evil, and one for which he despaired to find a
remedy; a mere nervous affection, he immediately added, which
would undoubtedly soon pass off. It displayed itself in a host
of unnatural sensations. Some of these, as he detailed them,
interested and bewildered me; although perhaps the terms and
the general manner of the narration had their weight. He suf-
fered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses: the most
insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only garments
of certain texture; the odors of all flowers were oppressive; his
eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but
peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did
not inspire him with horror.
—
To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden
slave. "I shall perish," said he, "I must perish, in this deplor-
able folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I
dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their
results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most triv-
ial, incident which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of
soul. I have indeed no abhorrence of danger, except in its abso-
lute effect,--in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condi-
tion, I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I
must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with
the grim phantasm, FEAR. "
4
I learned moreover at intervals, and through broken and
equivocal hints, another singular feature of his mental condition.
He was enchained by certain superstitious impressions in regard
to the dwelling which he tenanted, and whence for many years he
had never ventured forth-in regard to an influence whose sup-
posititious force was conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be
restated—an influence which some peculiarities in the mere form
and substance of his family mansion had (by dint of long suf-
ferance, he said) obtained over his spirit—an effect which the
physique of the gray walls and turrets, and of the dim tarn into
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which they all looked down, had at length brought about upon
the morale of his existence.
He admitted, however, although with hesitation, that much
of the peculiar gloom which thus afflicted him could be traced
to a more natural and far more palpable origin; to the severe
and long-continued illness-indeed, to the evidently approaching
dissolution of a tenderly beloved sister, his sole companion for
long years, his last and only relative on earth. "Her decease,"
he said, with a bitterness which I can never forget, "would leave
him (him the hopeless and the frail) the last of the ancient race
of the Ushers. " While he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was
she called) passed slowly through a remote portion of the apart
ment, and without having noticed my presence, disappeared. I
regarded her with an utter astonishment not unmingled with
dread; and yet I found it impossible to account for such feelings.
A sensation of stupor oppressed me, as my eyes followed her
retreating steps. When a door at length closed upon her, my
glance sought instinctively and eagerly the countenance of the
brother; but he had buried his face in his hands, and I could
only perceive that a far more than ordinary wanness had over-
spread the emaciated fingers through which trickled many pas-
sionate tears.
―――――――
The disease of the lady Madeline had long baffled the skill of
her physicians. A settled apathy, a gradual wasting away of the
person, and frequent although transient affections of a partially
cataleptical character, were the usual diagnosis. Hitherto she
had steadily borne up against the pressure of her malady, and
had not betaken herself finally to bed; but on the closing in
of the evening of my arrival at the house, she succumbed (as
her brother told me at night with inexpressible agitation) to
the prostrating power of the destroyer; and I learned that the
glimpse I had obtained of her person would thus probably be
the last I should obtain that the lady, at least while living,
would be seen by me no more.
For several days ensuing, her name. was unmentioned by
either Usher or myself; and during this period I was busied in
earnest endeavors to alleviate the melancholy of my friend. We
painted and read together; or I listened, as if in a dream, to the
wild improvisations of his speaking guitar. And thus, as a closer
and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into the
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of all attempts at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an
inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the
moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.
I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn
hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher.
Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact
character of the studies or of the occupations in which he in-
volved me, or led me the way. An excited and highly distem-
pered ideality threw a sulphurous lustre over all. His long
improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other
things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion
and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and
which grew, touch by touch, into vaguenesses at which I shud-
dered, the more thrillingly because I shuddered knowing not
why; from these paintings (vivid as their images now are be-
fore me) I would in vain endeavor to educe more than a small
portion which should lie within the compass of merely written.
words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness of his designs,
he arrested and overawed attention. If ever mortal painted an
idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me at least-in the
circumstances then surrounding me. there arose out of the pure
abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon
his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which
felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet
too concrete reveries of Fuseli.
—
—
One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partak-
ing not so rigidly of the spirit of abstraction, may be shadowed
forth, although feebly, in words. A small picture presented the
interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tun-
nel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or
device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to
convey the idea that this excavation lay at an exceeding depth.
below the surface of the earth. No outlet was observed in any
portion of its vast extent, and no torch or other artificial source
of light was discernible; yet a flood of intense rays rolled through-
out, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splen-
dor.
I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory
nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with
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perhaps the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon
the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic
character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his im-
promptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been,
and were, in the notes as well as in the words of his wild fanta-
sias (for he not unfrequently accompanied himself with rhymed
verbal improvisations), the result of that intense mental collected-
ness and concentration to which I have previously alluded as
observable only in particular moments of the highest artificial
excitement. The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily
remembered. I was perhaps the more forcibly impressed with it
as he gave it, because in the under or mystic current of its
meaning I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full
consciousness on the part of Usher of the tottering of his lofty
reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled The
Haunted Palace,' ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:-
IN THE greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
-
Radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This all this-was in the olden
Time long ago;)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene! )
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And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate! )
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travelers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While like a rapid, ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh- but smile no more.
I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led
us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an
opinion of Usher's, which I mention not so much on account
of its novelty (for other men have thought thus) as on account
of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. This opinion, in
its general form, was that of the sentience of all vegetable things.
But in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring
character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the king-
dom of inorganization. I lack words to express the full extent
or the earnest abandon of his persuasion. The belief, however,
was connected (as I have previously hinted) with the gray stones
of the home of his forefathers. The conditions of the sentience
had been here, he imagined, fulfilled in the method of colloca-
tion of these stones; in the order of their arrangement, as well
as in that of the many fungi which overspread them, and of
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undisturbed endurance of this arrangement, and in its reduplica-
tion in the still waters of the tarn. Its evidence - the evidence
of the sentience was to be seen, he said (and I here started
as he spoke), in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmo-
sphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result
was discoverable, he added, in that silent yet importunate and
terrible influence which for centuries had molded the destinies
of his family, and which made him what I now saw him-
what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make
none.
―――――
Our books the books which for years had formed no small
portion of the mental existence of the invalid-were, as might
be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm.
We pored together over such works as the 'Ververt et Char-
treuse' of Gresset; the 'Belphegor' of Machiavelli; the Heaven
and Hell' of Swedenborg; the Subterranean Voyage of Nicho-
las Klim,' by Holberg; the 'Chiromancy' of Robert Flud, of
Jean D'Indaginé, and of De la Chambre; the 'Journey into the
Blue Distance' of Tieck; and the City of the Sun' of Campa-
nella. One favorite volume was a small octavo edition of the
'Directorium Inquisitorium,' by the Dominican Eymeric de Gi-
ronne; and there were passages in Pomponius Mela, about the old
African Satyrs and Egipans, over which Usher would sit dream-
ing for hours. His chief delight, however, was found in the
perusal of an exceedingly rare and curious book in quarto Gothic,
-the manual of a forgotten church,- the Vigiliæ Mortuorum
secundum Chorum Ecclesiæ Maguntinæ. '
I could not help thinking of the wild ritual of this work, and
of its probable influence upon the hypochondriac, when one even-
ing, having informed me abruptly that the lady Madeline was no
more, he stated his intention of preserving her corpse for a fort-
night (previously to its final interment) in one of the numerous
vaults within the main walls of the building. The worldly rea-
son, however, assigned for this singular proceeding, was one which
I did not feel at liberty to dispute. The brother had been led
to his resolution (so he told me) by consideration of the unusual
character of the malady of the deceased, of certain obtrusive
and eager inquiries on the part of her medical man, and of the
remote and exposed situation of the burial-ground of the fam-
ily. I will not deny that when I called to mind the sinister
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the day of my arrival at the house, I had no desire to oppose
best but a harmless, and by no means an
what I regarded as at
unnatural, precaution.
At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the ar-
rangements for the temporary entombment. The body having
been encoffined, we two alone bore it to its rest. The vault in
which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that
our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmosphere, gave us
little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and entirely
without means of admission for light; lying, at great depth,
immediately beneath that portion of the building in which was
my own sleeping apartment. It had been used, apparently, in
remote feudal times, for the worst purposes of a donjon-keep;
and in later days as a place of deposit for powder, or some other
highly combustible substance,—as a portion of its floor, and the
whole interior of a long archway through which we reached it,
were carefully sheathed with copper. The door of massive iron
had been also similarly protected. Its immense weight caused an
unusually sharp grating sound, as it moved upon its hinges.
Having deposited our mournful burden upon tressels within
this region of horror, we partially turned aside the yet unscrewed
lid of the coffin and looked upon the face of the tenant. A strik-
ing similitude between the brother and sister now first arrested
my attention; and Usher, divining perhaps my thoughts, mur-
mured out some few words from which I learned that the
deceased and himself had been twins, and that sympathies of
a scarcely intelligible nature had always existed between them.
Our glances, however, rested not long upon the dead; for we
could not regard her unawed. The disease which had thus
entombed the lady in the maturity of youth had left, as usual
in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of
a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously
lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death. We
replaced and screwed down the lid; and having secured the door
of iron, made our way with toil into the scarcely less gloomy
apartments of the upper portion of the house.
And now, some days of bitter grief having elapsed, an observ-
able change came over the features of the mental disorder of my
friend. His ordinary manner had vanished. His ordinary occu-
pations were neglected or forgotten. He roamed from chamber
to chamber with hurried, unequal, and objectless step. The pallor
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of his countenance had assumed, if possible, a more ghastly hue;
but the luminousness of his eye had entirely gone out. The once
occasional huskiness of his tone was heard no more; and a trem-
ulous quaver, as if of extreme terror, habitually characterized his
utterance. There were times, indeed, when I thought his unceas-
ingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to
divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times
again I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vaga-
ries of madness; for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long
hours in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening
to some imaginary sound. It was no wonder that his condition
terrified that it infected me. I felt creeping upon me, by slow
yet certain degrees, the wild influences of his own fantastic yet
impressive superstitions.
It was especially upon retiring to bed late in the night of
the seventh or eighth day after the placing of the lady Madeline
within the donjon, that I experienced the full power of such feel-
ings. Sleep came not near my couch, while the hours waned and
waned away.
I struggled to reason off the nervousness which
had dominion over me. I endeavored to believe that much if
not all of what I felt was due to the bewildering influence of
the gloomy furniture of the room,- of the dark and tattered
draperies, which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising
tempest, swayed fitfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled
uneasily about the decorations of the bed. But my efforts were
fruitless. An irrepressible tremor gradually pervaded my frame;
and at length there sat upon my very heart an incubus of utterly
causeless alarm. Shaking this off with a gasp and a struggle, I
uplifted myself upon the pillows, and peering earnestly within
the intense darkness of the chamber, hearkened-I know not
why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me-certain low
and indefinite sounds which came through the pauses of the
storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by
an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I
threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep
no more during the night), and endeavored to arouse myself from
the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly
to and fro through the apartment. "
I had taken but few turns in this manner, when a light step
on an adjoining staircase arrested my attention. I presently rec-
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with a gentle touch at my door, and entered, bearing a lamp.
His countenance was, as usual, cadaverously wan; but moreover,
there was a species of mad hilarity in his eyes, and evidently
restrained hysteria in his whole demeanor. His air appalled me;
but anything was preferable to the solitude which had so long
endured, and I even welcomed his presence as a relief.
"And you have not seen it? " he said abruptly, after having
stared about him for some moments in silence,-"you have not
then seen it? but stay! you shall. " Thus speaking, and having
carefully shaded his lamp, he hurried to one of the casements,
and threw it freely open to the storm.
The impetuous fury of the entering gust nearly lifted us from
our feet. It was indeed a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful
night, and one wildly singular in its terror and its beauty. A
whirlwind had apparently collected its force in our vicinity: for
there were frequent and violent alterations in the direction of the
wind; and the exceeding density of the clouds (which hung so
low as to press upon the turrets of the house) did not prevent
our perceiving the lifelike velocity with which they flew career-
ing from all points against each other, without passing away into
the distance. I say that even their exceeding density did not
prevent our perceiving this; yet we had no glimpse of the moon
or stars, nor was there any flashing forth of the lightning. But
the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapor, as well
as all terrestrial objects immediately around us, were glowing
in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible
gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the man-
sion.
-
"You must not- you shall not behold this! " said I shud-
deringly to Usher, as I led him with a gentle violence from the
window to a seat. "These appearances which bewilder you are
merely electrical phenomena not uncommon; or it may be that
they have their ghastly origin in the rank miasma of the tarn.
Let us close this casement: the air is chilling and dangerous to
your frame. Here is one of your favorite romances. I will read,
and you shall listen; and so we will pass away this terrible night
together. "
The antique volume which I had taken up was the 'Mad
Trist' of Sir Launcelot Canning: but I had called it a favorite of
Usher's more in sad jest than in earnest; for in truth there is
little in its uncouth and unimaginative prolixity which could have
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was, however, the only book immediately at hand; and I indulged
a vague hope that the excitement which now agitated the hypo-
chondriac might find relief (for the history of mental disorder is
full of similar anomalies) even in the extremeness of the folly
which I should read. Could I have judged, indeed, by the wild
overstrained air of vivacity with which he hearkened, or appar-
ently hearkened, to the words of the tale, I might well have
congratulated myself upon the success of my design.
I had arrived at that well-known portion of the story where
Ethelred, the hero of the Trist, having sought in vain for peace-
able admission into the dwelling of the hermit, proceeds to make
good an entrance by force. Here, it will be remembered, the
words of the narrative run thus:-
"And Ethelred, who was by nature of a doughty heart, and
who was now mighty withal on account of the powerfulness of
the wine which he had drunken, waited no longer to hold parley
with the hermit, who in sooth was of an obstinate and maliceful
turn: but feeling the rain upon his shoulders, and fearing the
rising of the tempest, uplifted his mace outright, and with blows,
made quickly room in the plankings of the door for his gaunt-
leted hand; and now pulling therewith sturdily, he so cracked
and ripped and tore all asunder, that the noise of the dry and
hollow-sounding wood alarumed and reverberated throughout the
forest. "
At the termination of this sentence I started, and for a mo-
ment paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once con-
cluded that my excited fancy had deceived me) —it appeared to me
that from some very remote portion of the mansion, there came
indistinctly to my ears what might have been, in its exact simi-
larity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly)
of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had
so particularly described. It was beyond doubt the coincidence.
alone which had arrested my attention; for amid the rattling of
the sashes of the casements, and the ordinary commingled noises
of the still increasing storm, the sound in itself had nothing,
surely, which should have interested or disturbed me.
I con-
tinued the story:—
"But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the
door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the
maliceful hermit: but in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly
and prodigious demeanor, and of a fiery tongue, which sate in
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the wall there hung a shield of shining brass with this legend
enwritten:
-:
<<<Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win. '
And Ethelred uplifted his mace, and struck upon the head of the
dragon, which fell before him, and gave up his pesty breath with
a shriek so horrid and harsh, and withal so piercing, that Ethel-
red had fain to close his ears with his hands against the dread-
ful noise of it, the like whereof was never before heard.