And the children grew up comfortably, and more families came from the Mother Land to dwell on The Street. The men, busy with labour, waxed prosperous and as happy as they knew how to be. There was war, and thereafter no more Indians troubled The Street. And the children would listen, and learn of the laws and deeds of old, and of that dear England which they had never seen, or could not remember. Very simple were the things of which they read and spoke, yet things which gave them courage and goodness and helped them by day to subdue the forest and till the fields. In the evening these men with their wives and children would sit about gigantic hearths and read and speak. And there were also their bonneted wives and sober children. Up and down The Street walked grave men in conical hats, who most of the time carried muskets or fowling pieces. And in a few years more, men built cabins on the south side of The Street. Then, as more men came to the growing cluster of houses and looked about for places to dwell, they built cabins along the north side cabins of stout oaken logs with masonry on the side toward the forest, for many Indians lurked there with fire-arrows. At first it was but a path trodden by bearers of water from the woodland spring to the cluster of houses by the beach. Men of strength and honour fashioned that Street good, valiant men of our blood who had come from the Blessed Isles across the sea. There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street. Wikipedia hates it, and even a Lovecraft Encyclopedia decries it as ‘manifestly racist.’ I can’t think of a better recommendation than that. It’s only a four-page story, but it packs a lot in there. There are plenty of direct parallels in the story to what is going on now Lovecraft was a prophet. It ends with the destruction of the community that thwarts a plot to destroy America. If your readers aren’t familiar with it, it’s a pretty obvious corollary to your edict to ‘sink the damn ships.’ It’s about a single street in an (obviously American) community which starts off beautiful, and slowly becomes citified with ‘swarthy’ infiltrators who turn the beautiful community into a shithole. It’s not a well-known story, and most of the people who know it consider it a ‘racist’ story and ignore it as much as possible. I’ve been reading the old pulp masters lately, and I just came across a story that definitely needs wider dissemination. REPRODUCTION WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION IS EXPRESSLY PROHIBITED. Dawkins)Īrchives Archives Search for: Castalia House Mailing ListĪLL BLOG POSTS AND COMMENTS COPYRIGHT (C) 2003-2022 VOX DAY. The Temptation of Forgiveness, Donna LeoneĪTHEIST DEMOTIVATORS Atheism (R. The Return of History and the End of Dreams, Robert Kagan Studies in Napoleonic Warfare, Charles Oman The Cook of the Halcyon, Andrea Camilleri The Other End of the Line, Andrea Camilleri The Overnight Kidnapper, Andrea Camilleri Montalbano's First Case, Andrea Camilleri The Dance of the Seagull, Andrea Camilleri The Wings of the Sphinx, Andrea Camilleri The Patience of the Spider, Andrea Camilleri Ode to the Small Creature Who Takes Refuge in My BootīOOK LIST 2023 Caravan of the Damned, Chuck DixonĬolorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his Years of Pilgrimage, Haruki Murakami NON-FICTION DOWNLOADS THE IRRATIONAL ATHEIST
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