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Since
we
could
not
afford
to
spend
any
considerable
time
in
study
,
we
resumed
our
advance
after
a
cursory
look
;
though
frequently
casting
beams
over
the
walls
to
see
if
any
further
decorative
changes
developed
.
Nothing
of
the
sort
was
perceived
,
though
the
carvings
were
in
places
rather
sparse
because
of
the
numerous
mouths
of
smooth-floored
lateral
tunnels
.
We
saw
and
heard
fewer
penguins
,
but
thought
we
caught
a
vague
suspicion
of
an
infinitely
distant
chorus
of
them
somewhere
deep
within
the
earth
.
The
new
and
inexplicable
odor
was
abominably
strong
,
and
we
could
detect
scarcely
a
sign
of
that
other
nameless
scent
.
Puffs
of
visible
vapor
ahead
bespoke
increasing
contrasts
in
temperature
,
and
the
relative
nearness
of
the
sunless
sea
cliffs
of
the
great
abyss
.
Then
,
quite
unexpectedly
,
we
saw
certain
obstructions
on
the
polished
floor
ahead
--
obstructions
which
were
quite
definitely
not
penguins
--
and
turned
on
our
second
torch
after
making
sure
that
the
objects
were
quite
stationary
.
Still
another
time
have
I
come
to
a
place
where
it
is
very
difficult
to
proceed
.
I
ought
to
be
hardened
by
this
stage
;
but
there
are
some
experiences
and
intimations
which
scar
too
deeply
to
permit
of
healing
,
and
leave
only
such
an
added
sensitiveness
that
memory
reinspires
all
the
original
horror
.
We
saw
,
as
I
have
said
,
certain
obstructions
on
the
polished
floor
ahead
;
and
I
may
add
that
our
nostrils
were
assailed
almost
simultaneously
by
a
very
curious
intensification
of
the
strange
prevailing
fetor
,
now
quite
plainly
mixed
with
the
nameless
stench
of
those
others
which
had
gone
before
.
The
light
of
the
second
torch
left
no
doubt
of
what
the
obstructions
were
,
and
we
dared
approach
them
only
because
we
could
see
,
even
from
a
distance
,
that
they
were
quite
as
past
all
harming
power
as
had
been
the
six
similar
specimens
unearthed
from
the
monstrous
star-mounded
graves
at
poor
Lake
's
camp
.
They
were
,
indeed
,
as
lacking
in
completeness
as
most
of
those
we
had
unearthed
--
though
it
grew
plain
from
the
thick
,
dark
green
pool
gathering
around
them
that
their
incompleteness
was
of
infinitely
greater
recency
.
There
seemed
to
be
only
four
of
them
,
whereas
Lake
's
bulletins
would
have
suggested
no
less
than
eight
as
forming
the
group
which
had
preceded
us
.
To
find
them
in
this
state
was
wholly
unexpected
,
and
we
wondered
what
sort
of
monstrous
struggle
had
occurred
down
here
in
the
dark
.
Penguins
,
attacked
in
a
body
,
retaliate
savagely
with
their
beaks
,
and
our
ears
now
made
certain
the
existence
of
a
rookery
far
beyond
.
Had
those
others
disturbed
such
a
place
and
aroused
murderous
pursuit
?
The
obstructions
did
not
suggest
it
,
for
penguins
'
beaks
against
the
tough
tissues
Lake
had
dissected
could
hardly
account
for
the
terrible
damage
our
approaching
glance
was
beginning
to
make
out
.
Besides
,
the
huge
blind
birds
we
had
seen
appeared
to
be
singularly
peaceful
.
Had
there
,
then
,
been
a
struggle
among
those
others
,
and
were
the
absent
four
responsible
?
If
so
,
where
were
they
?
Were
they
close
at
hand
and
likely
to
form
an
immediate
menace
to
us
?
We
glanced
anxiously
at
some
of
the
smooth-floored
lateral
passages
as
we
continued
our
slow
and
frankly
reluctant
approach
.
Whatever
the
conflict
was
,
it
had
clearly
been
that
which
had
frightened
the
penguins
into
their
unaccustomed
wandering
.
It
must
,
then
,
have
arisen
near
that
faintly
heard
rookery
in
the
incalculable
gulf
beyond
,
since
there
were
no
signs
that
any
birds
had
normally
dwelt
here
.
Perhaps
,
we
reflected
,
there
had
been
a
hideous
running
fight
,
with
the
weaker
party
seeking
to
get
back
to
the
cached
sledges
when
their
pursuers
finished
them
.
One
could
picture
the
demoniac
fray
between
namelessly
monstrous
entities
as
it
surged
out
of
the
black
abyss
with
great
clouds
of
frantic
penguins
squawking
and
scurrying
ahead
.
I
say
that
we
approached
those
sprawling
and
incomplete
obstructions
slowly
and
reluctantly
.
Would
to
Heaven
we
had
never
approached
them
at
all
,
but
had
run
back
at
top
speed
out
of
that
blasphemous
tunnel
with
the
greasily
smooth
floors
and
the
degenerate
murals
aping
and
mocking
the
things
they
had
superseded
--
run
back
,
before
we
had
seen
what
we
did
see
,
and
before
our
minds
were
burned
with
something
which
will
never
let
us
breathe
easily
again
!
Both
of
our
torches
were
turned
on
the
prostrate
objects
,
so
that
we
soon
realized
the
dominant
factor
in
their
incompleteness
.
Mauled
,
compressed
,
twisted
,
and
ruptured
as
they
were
,
their
chief
common
injury
was
total
decapitation
.
From
each
one
the
tentacled
starfish
head
had
been
removed
;
and
as
we
drew
near
we
saw
that
the
manner
of
removal
looked
more
like
some
hellish
tearing
or
suction
than
like
any
ordinary
form
of
cleavage
.
Their
noisome
dark-green
ichor
formed
a
large
,
spreading
pool
;
but
its
stench
was
half
overshadowed
by
the
newer
and
stranger
stench
,
here
more
pungent
than
at
any
other
point
along
our
route
.
Only
when
we
had
come
very
close
to
the
sprawling
obstructions
could
we
trace
that
second
,
unexplainable
fetor
to
any
immediate
source
--
and
the
instant
we
did
so
Danforth
,
remembering
certain
very
vivid
sculptures
of
the
Old
Ones
'
history
in
the
Permian
Age
one
hundred
and
fifty
million
years
ago
,
gave
vent
to
a
nerve-tortured
cry
which
echoed
hysterically
through
that
vaulted
and
archaic
passage
with
the
evil
,
palimpsest
carvings
.
I
came
only
just
short
of
echoing
his
cry
myself
;
for
I
had
seen
those
primal
sculptures
,
too
,
and
had
shudderingly
admired
the
way
the
nameless
artist
had
suggested
that
hideous
slime
coating
found
on
certain
incomplete
and
prostrate
Old
Ones
--
those
whom
the
frightful
Shoggoths
had
characteristically
slain
and
sucked
to
a
ghastly
headlessness
in
the
great
war
of
resubjugation
.
They
were
infamous
,
nightmare
sculptures
even
when
telling
of
age-old
,
bygone
things
;
for
Shoggoths
and
their
work
ought
not
to
be
seen
by
human
beings
or
portrayed
by
any
beings
.
The
mad
author
of
the
Necronomicon
had
nervously
tried
to
swear
that
none
had
been
bred
on
this
planet
,
and
that
only
drugged
dreamers
had
even
conceived
them
.
Formless
protoplasm
able
to
mock
and
reflect
all
forms
and
organs
and
processes
--
viscous
agglutinations
of
bubbling
cells
--
rubbery
fifteen-foot
spheroids
infinitely
plastic
and
ductile
--
slaves
of
suggestion
,
builders
of
cities
--
more
and
more
sullen
,
more
and
more
intelligent
,
more
and
more
amphibious
,
more
and
more
imitative
!
Great
God
!
What
madness
made
even
those
blasphemous
Old
Ones
willing
to
use
and
carve
such
things
?
