What caused us greater concern was the news that met us upon entering the Lake, namely, that the men deputed by our Conductor for the purpose of summoning the Nations to the North Sea, and assigning them a rendezvous, where they were to await our coming, had met their death the previous Winter in a very strange manner. Those poor men (according to the report given us) were seized with an ailment unknown to us, but not very unusual among the people we were seeking. They are afflicted with neither lunacy, hypochondria, nor frenzy; but have a combination of all these species of disease, which affects their imaginations and causes them a more than canine hunger. This makes them so ravenous for human flesh that they pounce upon women, children, and even upon men...
6 comments:
Cool Scarecrow. The story reminds me of the movie Antlers.
Have you seen it?
I haven't.
Should I??
Yeah, I liked it. Great atmosphere.
Coolio. Thanks!
I've heard that "wendigo" literally translates from Algonquin to "spirit-of-the-lonely-places". I don't know if that's true, but it certainly is an apt name. Chilling enough for me to keep my head swiveling during a hike.
that's pretty cool
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