The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Wendigo, by Algernon Blackwood This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions. Algernon Blackwood’s classic tale, The Wendigo. An influential novella by one of the most best-known writers of fantasy and horror, set in a place and time. The Wendigo. Algernon BLACKWOOD ( – ). Another camper tale, this time set in the Canadian wilderness. A hunting party separates.

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Whatever the cause, the feeling of immediate horror seemed to have passed wehdigo as mysteriously as it had come, for nothing occurred to feed it.

But nowhere a sign of the vanished guide–still, doubtless, flying at frantic speed blackwoo the frozen woods. It sets me on t’ imagining things, see?

When a somewhat unordinary emotion has disappeared, the mind always finds a dozen ways of explaining away its causes Showing of reviews.

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VII A wall of silence wrapped them in, for the snow, though not thick, was sufficient to deaden any noise, and the frost held things pretty tight besides. Blackwood is able to hold a tingling sense of unease and supernatural awe throughout this tight prose and tell a riveting ghost story at the same time. Rising among the far ridges of the country beyond Fifty Island Water, it came from the direction in which he had stared, and it passed over the sleeping camp with a faint and sighing murmur through the tops of the big trees that was almost too delicate to be audible.

Like huge flying leaps they became. Sleep cured him, just as it cured Hank. And something swept with wenfigo terrific, rushing noise about the little camp and seemed to surround it entirely in a single moment of time.

The Wendigo

Simpson, who was much longer in the limb, found that he could not compass even half the stretch by taking a running jump. Then, suddenly, with a rush and a flutter of the heart, he knew that it was close beside him in the tent; and, when he turned over for a better hearing, it focused itself unmistakably not two feet away.


But an hour later, when all slept like the dead, old Punk crept from his blankets and went down to the shore of the lake like a shadow–silently, as only Indian blood can move. I accept any excuse to use this image. The facts, indeed, were sad enough, for Defago had a wife at Rat Portage, and his earnings were the family’s sole means of support.

The classic Blackwood tale is not particularly concerned with this mythology. Pinned to a stake by the fire he left a note in case Defago returned while he was away. Hank, though familiar with the legend in its general outline, obviously did not welcome the turn the conversation had taken.

Frightened but resolute the following morning, Simpson searches the area, desperate to find the outdoorsman. But then Cathcart, of Aberdeen, was interested in other things besides moose amongst them the vagaries of the human mind.

The sky seemed to grow suddenly much lighter. He thought of a little child crying in mid-Atlantic He made the fire and breakfasted. A well written, atmospheric and spooky tale.

Amazon Rapids Fun stories for kids on the go. Cathcart and his nephew Simpson go hunting for moose in the Canadian wilderness, accompanied by two Canadian guides and a native American cook. The wind had dropped with the sun, and in all that vast world of branches nothing stirred.

Defago, he declared, had barely mentioned the beast. Add to this Blackwood’s gift in communicating a sense of mystery and awe regarding nature and the wilderness and you have one of his best tales.

Lovecraft and his unique vision of horror.

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Smaller, neater, more cleanly modeled, they formed now an exact and careful duplicate of the larger tracks beside them. Cathcart, though more calmly and leisurely, wwndigo behind him, heavily stumbling. In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind.


They may start to go crazy, and think they blackwooe things, which cannot be real. Cathcart again noticed the expression in the guide’s face, and again he did not like it.

Algernon Blackwood – The Wendigo

In this story, the land itself is a force acting upon those who tread it; and it’s neither kind nor unkind, merely indifferent, which is perhaps the most horrifying thing of all. It was hard to see where the change first began. And soon it came blsckwood that he no longer quite realized what it was they signified–these impressions left upon the snow by something nameless and untamed, always accompanied by the footmarks of the little French Canadian, his guide, his comrade, the man who had shared his tent a few hours before, chatting, laughing, even singing hlackwood his side ComiXology Thousands of Digital Comics.

His heart drank in the sense of freedom and great spaces just as his lungs drank in the cool and perfumed wind. Only Defago, as a symbol of a distant civilization where man was master, stood between him and a pitiless death by exhaustion and starvation. Write a customer review.

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One of my favorite classic horror shorts. And before the end of the winter whose beginning witnessed this strange occurrence, Defago, bereft of mind, memory and soul, had gone blaxkwood it. Presently he heard his regular and quiet breathing, and putting his hand again gently on the breast, felt the steady rise and fall beneath.

But it was dark and he had not gone far. He went off to a little distance from the fire, apparently so that the light should not dazzle him too much, and shading his eyes for a moment with both hands, shouted in a loud voice that held anger and affection dreadfully mingled: