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a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of
the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body
with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which
made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion
of a Cyclopean architectural background.
The writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press
cuttings, in Professor Angell’s most recent hand; and made no pretense to lit-
erary style. What seemed to be the main document was headed “CTHULHU
CULT” in characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading
of a word so unheard-of. This manuscript was divided into two sections, the
first of which was headed “1925—Dream and Dream Work of H. A. Wilcox,
7 Thomas St., Providence, R.I.”, and the second, “Narrative of Inspec-
tor John R. Legrasse, 121 Bienville St., New Orleans, La., at 1908 A.A.S.
Mtg.—Notes on Same, & Prof. Webb’s Acct.” The other manuscript papers
were all brief notes, some of them accounts of the queer dreams of differ-
ent persons, some of them citations from theosophical books and magazines
(notably W. Scott Elliot’s Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria), and the rest com-
ments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults, with references to
passages in such mythological and anthropological source-books as Frazer’s
Golden Bough and Miss Murray’s Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cut-
tings largely alluded to outr´e mental illnesses and outbreaks of group folly
or mania in the spring of 1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very peculiar tale. It
appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark young man of neurotic and
excited aspect had called upon Professor Angell bearing the singular clay
bas-relief, which was then exceedingly damp and fresh. His card bore the
name of Henry Anthony Wilcox, and my uncle had recognized him as the
youngest son of an excellent family slightly known to him, who had lat-
terly been studying sculpture at the Rhode Island School of Design and
living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys Building near that institution. Wilcox was
a precocious youth of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from
childhood excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he
was in the habit of relating. He called himself “psychically hypersensitive”,
but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him as merely
“queer”. Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped gradually
from social visibility, and was now known only to a small group of aesthetes
from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club, anxious to preserve its
conservatism, had found him quite hopeless.
On the occasion of the visit, ran the professor’s manuscript, the sculp-
tor abruptly asked for the benefit of his host’s archaeological knowledge in
identifying the hieroglyphics on the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy, stilted
manner which suggested pose and alienated sympathy; and my uncle shewed
some sharpness in replying, for the conspicuous freshness of the tablet im-
plied kinship with anything but archaeology. Young Wilcox’s rejoinder,
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