In high flood this great acreage of sand, shingle-beds, and willow-grown islands is almost topped by the water, but in normal seasons the bushes bend and. The Willows has ratings and reviews. Henry said: H. P. Lovecraft called The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood a great name by the way, the best. The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions.

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I sat up quickly and looked out. There was a sense of disturbance in my immediate neighborhood. I shuddered a little in spite of myself, for there was something about the appearance of that poor drowned man that turned me cold. Properly speaking, this fascinating part of the river’s life begins soon after leaving Pressburg, and we, in our Canadian canoe, with gipsy tent and frying-pan on board, reached it on the crest of a rising flood blackqood mid-July.

For the last time I rose to get firewood.

A moment later it had turned completely over, the dead face uppermost, staring at the sky. Blackwood was born in Shooter’s Hill today part of south-east London, but then part of northwest Kent and educated at Wellington College. Oct 31, Rachel rated it it was amazing Shelves: The whole dead weight of my growing fear fell upon me and shook me. It was the Swede. Written by a man that lived in a very different time from us today. The Foundation’s EIN or federal tax identification number is Neither of us moved to replenish the stock, and the darkness consequently came up very close to our faces.

He was pointing with his stick at a large black object that lay half in the water and half on the sand.

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The Willows was first published in and is not a ghost story. The psychology of places, for some imaginations at least, is very vivid; for the wanderer, especially, camps have their “note” either of welcome or rejection. It seemed to me that he was gesticulating and making signs at us. An acute spasm of pain passed through me, and I was aware that the Swede had hold of me in such a way that he hurt me abominably.


My thoughts ran incessantly upon cities and the haunts of men. And even though the ending wasn’t all that I hoped blcakwood would alvernon, I enjoyed the journey in getting there much more than the characters in this story enjoyed theirs.

They have gone on similar adventures together blackwoodd, at first going everything’s a lot of fun, camping outside, eating over a hot fire, living under a cozy tent, seeing the beautiful calm river flow by. They were focusing upon our island, and more particularly upon ourselves. There were deep hollows formed in the sand I now noticed for the first time, basin-shaped and of various depths and sizes, varying from that of a tea-cup to a large bowl. That peasant in the boat saw people on the islands for the first time in willowe life,” he added, after a slight pause, “and it scared him, that’s all.

I should have, but my fear that those which I can not understand would capture my fleeing soul, and make for a fate worse than death caused me to carry on. But you can explain them, no doubt!

The river’s in flood, and we’ve only got a single paddle. The sound seemed to thicken the very atmosphere, and I felt that my lungs worked with difficulty. I saw it through a veil that hung before my eyes like the gauze drop-curtain used at the back of a theater–hazily a little.

The canoe still lay there as I had last seen her in the night, ribs uppermost, aogernon paddles, or rather, the paddle, on the sand beside her. The sun was high in the heavens when my companion woke me from a heavy sleep and announced that the porridge was cooked and there was just time to bathe. Was this the pattering rain, the dripping of the leaves?

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Retrieved from ” https: I called to him and sat up, and at the same moment it came to me that the tent was surrounded. In another moment it would blzckwood swept away. He was not in the least annoyed. I crawled out in the darkness to hook it back securely, and it was then for the first time I realized positively that the Swede was not here. The canoe we had carefully covered with a waterproof sheet during the day, and the one remaining paddle had been securely tied by the Swede to williws base of a tree, lest the wind should rob us of that too.

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I got up to follow him, for albernon merely nodded his head gravely and led the way towards the tent a few yards on the other side of the fireplace.

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II “You’ve been gone so long,” he shouted above the wind, “I thought something must have happened to you. Meanwhile, in the pitchy night the fire died down and the wood pile grew small.

To me it gave the strange impression of being as large as several animals grouped together, like horses, two or three, moving slowly. Then suddenly they were gone! Then, quite unexpectedly, I came out upon the island’s point willlows saw a dark figure outlined between the water and the sky. I was resolute, if possible, to avoid the exchanging of views.

Perhaps in another minute I might have done so, when a gust of wind swept against me with such willows that it blew me sideways, and I nearly stumbled and fell. It was incredible, surely, but there, opposite and slightly above me, were shapes of some indeterminate sort among the willows, and as the branches swayed in the wind they seemed to group themselves about these shapes, forming a series of monstrous outlines that shifted rapidly beneath the moon.

Yet all the time my nervousness and malaise increased appreciably.