informed on the state of things in the human world.

This leads me to my secondary purpose in addressing you - namely, to

urge you to hush up the present debate rather than give it more

publicity. People must be kept away from these hills, and in order to

effect this, their curiosity ought not to be aroused any further. Heaven

knows there is peril enough anyway, with promoters and real estate men

flooding Vermont with herds of summer people to overrun the wild places

and cover the hills with cheap bungalows.

I shall welcome further communication with you, and shall try to send

you that phonograph record and black stone (which is so worn that

photographs don't show much) by express if you are willing. I say "try"

because I think those creatures have a way of tampering with things

around here. There is a sullen furtive fellow named Brown, on a farm

near the village, who I think is their spy. Little by little they are

trying to cut me off from our world because I know too much about their

world.

They have the most amazing way of finding out what I do. You may not

even get this letter. I think I shall have to leave this part of the

country and go live with my son in San Diego, Cal., if things get any

worse, but it is not easy to give up the place you were born in, and

where your family has lived for six generations. Also, I would hardly

dare sell this house to anybody now that the creatures have taken notice

of it. They seem to be trying to get the black stone back and destroy