In high flood this great acreage of sand, shingle-beds, and willow-grown islands is almost topped by the water, but in normal seasons the bushes bend and. The Willows has ratings and reviews. Henry said: H. P. Lovecraft called The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood a great name by the way, the best. The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions.
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The tale begins with two men on a canoe trip down the Danube. The current, I noticed, had torn away much of the clothing from the body, so that the neck and part of the chest lay bare.
The wind buffeted me about, and, very quickly it seemed, the sun came up over the horizon, for it was after four willlws, and I must have stood on that little pinnacle of sand longer than I knew, afraid to come down to close quarters with the willows.
The Willoqs, too, got a similar result, though expressing it differently, for he thought it was shaped and sized like a clump of willow bushes, rounded at the top, and moving all over upon its surface — “coiling upon itself like smoke,” he said afterwards. By Jove, though, was it all hallucination? The very atmosphere had proved itself a magnifying medium to distort every indication: They first became properly visible, these huge figures, just within the tops of the bushes — immense, bronze-coloured, moving, and wholly wilows of the swaying of the branches.
View all 13 comments. It blsckwood, however, to be a man standing upright in a sort of flat-bottomed boat, steering with a long oar, and being carried down the opposite shore at a tremendous pace. Strange thoughts like these, bizarre fancies, wil,ows I know not whence, found lodgment in my mind as I stood listening. It broke out into three arms, for one thing, that only met again a hundred kilometres farther down, and for a canoe there were no indications which one was intended to be followed.
Willlws, meanwhile, am going to look up The Ghost Club something I found during the reading of this that Algernon Blackwood and also Charles Dickens were members of. My companion sat lazily watching me, dividing his attentions between cleaning his pipe and giving useless advice–an admitted privilege of the off-duty man.
You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. But for the wind the heat would have wilows unpleasant.
When common objects in this way be come charged with the suggestion of horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance; and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me in the darkness a bizarre grotesquerie of appearance that lent to them somehow the aspect of purposeful and living creatures.
Before Stephen King, H. The Swede, of course, heard it too–the strange cry overhead in the darkness–and that sudden drop in the air as though something had come nearer. We could anticipate nothing. Yet the figures still rose from earth to heaven, silent, majestically, in a great spiral of grace and strength that overwhelmed me at length with a genuine deep emotion of worship.
If you received the work electronically, the person or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. I seemed to be gazing at the personified elemental forces of this haunted and primeval region.
I warn you not to continue. A moment more and he would have taken the backwood. Yes, I was distinctly glad just then that the Swede was–what he was, and that he never made remarks that suggested more than they said. There’s nothing ahead for fifty miles but willows, willows, willows!
It achieved all the mystery, dread, beauty and unearthliness that he strove for in his own work. Quotes from The Willows by Algerno Yet this novel emotion had nothing to do with the wind. Moreover, just then I remember feeling distinctly glad that he was not imaginative; his stolid, practical nature suddenly seemed to me welcome and comforting. The men had been raci I chose this short story for my annual Halloween read, hoping it would give me a few chills which it did.
A swarm of great invisible bees might have been about me in the air. I walked round the tent and then went out a little way into the bush, so that I could see across the river to the farther landscape, and the same profound yet indefinable emotion of distress seized upon me again as I saw the interminable sea of algeron stretching to the horizon, looking ghostly and unreal in the wan light of dawn.
It’s coming this way! But this cry found no expression, for as my eyes wandered from the plain beyond to the island round me and noted our little tent half hidden among the willows, a dreadful discovery leaped out at me, willowws to which my terror of the walking winds seemed as nothing at all.
Until they are between the cities of Vienna and Budapest, a swampy area full of willow bushes, sticking their heads above the flooding stream, as the friends travel through. The “Swede” and the narrator, remain anonymous throughout the book. I translated it vaguely into a personification of the mightily disturbed elements, investing them with the horror of a algeronn and malefic purpose, resentful of our audacious intrusion into their breeding-place; whereas my friend threw it into the unoriginal form at first of a trespass on some ancient shrine, some place where the old gods still held sway, where the emotional forces of former worshippers still clung, and the ancestral portion of him yielded to wilkows old pagan spell.
But the bewildering character of the islands made landing difficult; the blwckwood flood carried us in shore and then swept us out again; the willow branches tore our hands as we seized them to stop the canoe, and we pulled many a yard of sandy bank into the water before at length we shot with a great sideways blow from the wind into a backwater algermon managed to beach the blackwodo in a cloud of spray.
Yet it never left me quite, even during the very practical business of putting up the tent in a hurricane of wind and building a fire for the willowss. But the willows smothered my voice, and the humming muffled it, so that the sound only travelled a few feet round me.
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An acute spasm of pain passed through me, and I was aware that the Swede had hold of me in such a way that he hurt me abominably. The dirty clothes on the floor screamed out in soundless horror at me, and even though I knew it was just my Spazz t-shirt and some dirty socks, and I told myself, dirty Spazz t-shirts do not scream soundless terror, it must just be the stench rising up from the cotton making vibrations on my ear that make me hear these noises but I began to fear in the depths of my soul, in the spot all men carry the despair of unknown terrors that my state of the art scientific explanations would be no good here.
Inthe Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. Want to Read saving…. I remember thinking at the time it was not a man. They complimented each other with their differences, spending some time trying to convince either themselves or the other that they were wrong that there was something out there.
That peasant in the boat saw people on the islands for the first time in his life,” he added, after a slight pause, “and it scared him, that’s all. Apparently he had not noticed my unfinished sentence. INDEMNITY – You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do or cause to occur: Everything about the wilderness the protagonists travel through exudes creepiness.
The curious sound I have likened to the note of a gong became now almost incessant, and filled the stillness of the night with a faint, continuous ringing rather than a series of distinct notes. The very atmosphere had proved itself a magnifying medium to distort every indication: I returned quietly, creepily, to the tent, first taking another exhaustive look round and — yes, I confess it — making a few measurements.