The Moon Pool E-Book

Abraham Merritt

• Herausgeber: Abraham Merritt
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

American editor and author of works of fantastic fiction of some interest.Originally trained in law, he turned to journalism, first as a correspondent, and later as editor. In 1917, published his first fantasy, The People of the Pit, in Weird Tales. This was followed by many more tales, including: Through the Dragon Glass [1917], The Moon Pool [1918] and its sequel The Conquest of the Moon Pool [1919], The Metal Monster [1920], The Face in the Abyss [1923], The Ship of Ishtar, Dwellers in the Mirage [1932], The Woman of the Wood [1926], Burn, Witch, Burn! [1932], Creep, Shadow, Creep! [1934], The Drone Man [1934] and The Fox Woman [1946].Merrit also had a passion for exotic plants, writing numerous articles on botany. Also discoverer, with S. Weir Mitchell, of psychedelic drugs.He died in Florida in 1943, after a heart attack.

Leseprobe

The Moon Pool

Abraham Merritt

Table of Contents

Foreword

The Thing on the Moon Path

“Dead! All Dead!”

The Moon Rock

The First Vanishings

Into the Moon Pool

“The Shining Devil Took Them!”

Larry O’Keefe

Olaf’s Story

A Lost Page of Earth

The Moon Pool

The Flame–Tipped Shadows

The End of the Journey

Yolara, Priestess of the Shining One

The Justice of Lora

The Angry, Whispering Globe

Yolara of Muria vs. the O’Keefe

The Leprechaun

The Amphitheatre of Jet

The Madness of Olaf

The Tempting of Larry

Larry’s Defiance

The Casting of the Shadow

Dragon Worm and Moss Death

The Crimson Sea

The Three Silent Ones

The Wooing of Lakla

The Coming of Yolara

In the Lair of the Dweller

The Shaping of the Shining One

The Building of the Moon Pool

Larry and the Frog–Men

“Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!”

The Meeting of Titans

The Coming of the Shining One

“Larry — Farewell!”

Foreword

The publication of the following narrative of Dr. Walter T. Goodwin has been authorized by the Executive Council of the International Association of Science.

First:

To end officially what is beginning to be called the Throckmartin Mystery and to kill the innuendo and scandalous suspicions which have threatened to stain the reputations of Dr. David Throckmartin, his youthful wife, and equally youthful associate Dr. Charles Stanton ever since a tardy despatch from Melbourne, Australia, reported the disappearance of the first from a ship sailing to that port, and the subsequent reports of the disappearance of his wife and associate from the camp of their expedition in the Caroline Islands.

Second:

Because the Executive Council have concluded that Dr. Goodwin’s experiences in his wholly heroic effort to save the three, and the lessons and warnings within those experiences, are too important to humanity as a whole to be hidden away in scientific papers understandable only to the technically educated; or to be presented through the newspaper press in the abridged and fragmentary form which the space limitations of that vehicle make necessary.

For these reasons the Executive Council commissioned Mr. A. Merritt to transcribe into form to be readily understood by the layman the stenographic notes of Dr. Goodwin’s own report to the Council, supplemented by further oral reminiscences and comments by Dr. Goodwin; this transcription, edited and censored by the Executive Council of the Association, forms the contents of this book.

Himself a member of the Council, Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, Ph.D., F.R.G.S. etc., is without cavil the foremost of American botanists, an observer of international reputation and the author of several epochal treaties upon his chosen branch of science. His story, amazing in the best sense of that word as it may be, is fully supported by proofs brought forward by him and accepted by the organization of which I have the honor to be president. What matter has been elided from this popular presentation — because of the excessively menacing potentialities it contains, which unrestricted dissemination might develop — will be dealt with in purely scientific pamphlets of carefully guarded circulation.

THE INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF SCIENCE Per J. B. K., President

Chapter I

The Thing on the Moon Path

For two months I had been on the d’Entrecasteaux Islands gathering data for the concluding chapters of my book upon the flora of the volcanic islands of the South Pacific. The day before I had reached Port Moresby and had seen my specimens safely stored on board the Southern Queen. As I sat on the upper deck I thought, with homesick mind, of the long leagues between me and Melbourne, and the longer ones between Melbourne and New York.

It was one of Papua’s yellow mornings when she shows herself in her sombrest, most baleful mood. The sky was smouldering ochre. Over the island brooded a spirit sullen, alien, implacable, filled with the threat of latent, malefic forces waiting to be unleashed. It seemed an emanation out of the untamed, sinister heart of Papua herself — sinister even when she smiles. And now and then, on the wind, came a breath from virgin jungles, laden with unfamiliar odours, mysterious and menacing.

It is on such mornings that Papua whispers to you of her immemorial ancientness and of her power. And, as every white man must, I fought against her spell. While I struggled I saw a tall figure striding down the pier; a Kapa–Kapa boy followed swinging a new valise. There was something familiar about the tall man. As he reached the gangplank he looked up straight into my eyes, stared for a moment, then waved his hand.

And now I knew him. It was Dr. David Throckmartin —“Throck” he was to me always, one of my oldest friends and, as well, a mind of the first water whose power and achievements were for me a constant inspiration as they were, I know, for scores other.

Coincidentally with my recognition came a shock of surprise, definitely — unpleasant. It was Throckmartin — but about him was something disturbingly unlike the man I had known long so well and to whom and to whose little party I had bidden farewell less than a month before I myself had sailed for these seas. He had married only a few weeks before, Edith, the daughter of Professor William Frazier, younger by at least a decade than he but at one with him in his ideals and as much in love, if it were possible, as Throckmartin. By virtue of her father’s training a wonderful assistant, by virtue of her own sweet, sound heart a — I use the word in its olden sense — lover. With his equally youthful associate Dr. Charles Stanton and a Swedish woman, Thora Halversen, who had been Edith Throckmartin’s nurse from babyhood, they had set forth for the Nan–Matal, that extraordinary group of island ruins clustered along the eastern shore of Ponape in the Carolines.