shock. Was it rage alone which caused it? And some things in that story...

In a vast room hung with strangely figured arras and filled with olibanum

fumes, Etienne Laurent de Marigny often sits listening with vague

sensations to the abnormal rhythm of that hieroglyphed, coffin-shaped

clock.

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The Green Meadow

by H. P. Lovecraft and Winifred V. Jackson

Written 1918/19

Published Spring 1927 in The Vagrant, p. 188-95

(INTRODUCTORY NOTE: The following very singular narrative, or record of

impressions, was discovered under circumstances so extraordinary that they

deserve careful description. On the evening of Wednesday, August 27, 1913,

at about eight-thirty o'clock, the population of the small seaside village

of Potowonket, Maine, U.S.A., was aroused by a thunderous report

accompanied by a blinding flash; and persons near the shore beheld a

mammoth ball of fire dart from the heavens into the sea but a short

distance out, sending up a prodigious column of water. The following

Sunday a fishing party composed of John Richmond, Peter B. Carr, and Simon

Canfield, caught in their trawl and dragged ashore a mass of metallic

rock, weighing 360 pounds, and looking (as Mr. Canfield said) like a piece

of slag. Most of the inhabitants agreed that this heavy body was none

other than the fireball which had fallen from the sky four days before;

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