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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I saw it through a veil that hung before my eyes like the gauze drop-curtain used at the back of a theatre — hazily a little. Two adventurous women, one British, one Swedish, encounter strange horrors in the Hungarian wilderness of Very imaginative writing weaves a slow and steady building of a foreboding element of fear that the characters are experiencing, which transfers over to the reader.
Yet nowhere did I discover the slightest evidence of anything to cause alarm.
I thought of roast beef, bkackwood ale, motor-cars, policemen, brass bands, and a dozen other things that proclaimed the soul of ordinariness or utility. I saw it through a veil that hung before my eyes like the gauze drop-curtain used at the back of a theater–hazily a little. And with both of us it ceased quite suddenly. I sat there nervously wide awake as though I had not slept at all.
And meanwhile, as he mended that torn canoe with the skill and address of a red Indian, I was glad to notice his absorption in the work, for there was a vague dread in my blackwoood that he would speak of the changed aspect of the willows.
Blackwood was a great lover of the natural world and it shows in the elegant first person prose characterizing the elements as described blackwoos the unnamed narrator of this novella. He apparently was looking across in our direction, but the distance was too great and the light too uncertain for us to make out very plainly what he was about.
I returned quietly, creepily, to the tent, first taking another exhaustive look round and — yes, I confess it — making a few measurements. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived from the public domain does not contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the copyright holderthe work can be copied and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees or charges.
At first he fidgeted and constantly sat up, asking me if I “heard this” or “heard that. If the other shore was — different, I swear I’d be inclined to swim for it!
Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U. 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. Far below it came to the surface once again, and we saw its blackwoodd skin, wet and shining in the sunlight.
When I reached the point of sand jutting out among the waves, the spell of the place descended upon me with a positive shock. The division here is so thin that it leaks through somehow. You–” I stopped in the middle, seized anew by the old horror.
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There, in the heat of the sun, and on this burning sand, I was aware of a freezing atmosphere descending round us. I thought of roast beef, and ale, motor-cars, policemen, brass bands, and a dozen other things that proclaimed the soul of ordinariness or utility.
There were places in the upper reaches among the Swabian forests, blackwiod yet the first wjllows of its destiny had not reached it, where it elected to disappear through holes in the ground, to appear again on the other side of the porous limestone hills and start a new river with another name; leaving, too, willwos little water in its own bed that we had to climb out and wade and push the canoe through miles of shallows.
It was because the spell of the place had entered his soul too, and he did not like being alone. The island grew perceptibly smaller as the banks were torn away with great gulps and splashes.
In that sense, as he said, we should be the victims of our adventure — a sacrifice. If they’ll let us. Blackwkod of us moved to replenish the stock, and the darkness consequently came up very close to our faces.
A regular on the algernin fiction convention circuit, he has published many short stories and novelettes in critically acclaimed horror anthologies. A few feet beyond the circle of firelight it was inky black. We both missed, I think, the shouting company of the winds.
A new and curious emotion spread freezingly over me as I took and examined it. Perhaps in another minute I might have done so, when a gust of wind swept against me with such force that it blew me sideways, and I nearly stumbled and fell. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him at last about my hallucination of the ascending figures and the moving bushes, when he suddenly thrust his face again close into mine across the firelight and began to speak in a very earnest whisper.