AN inhabitants of Carcosa

Ambrose G. Bierce

25 Mar, 2014 08:42 AM

For there be divers sorts of death -- some wherein the body remaineth; and in
some it vanisheth quite away with the spirit. This commonly occurreth only in
solitude (such is God's will) and, none seeing the end, we say the man is lost,
or gone on a long journey -- which indeed he hath; but sometimes it hath
happened in sight of many, as abundant testimony showeth. In one kind of death
the spirit also dieth, and this it hath been known to do while yet the body was
in vigor for many years. Sometimes, as is veritably attested, it dieth with the
body, but after a season is raised up again in that place where the body did

Pondering these words of Hali (whom God rest) and questioning their full
meaning, as one who, having an intimation, yet doubts if there be not something
behind, other than that which he has discerned, I noted not whither I had
strayed until a sudden chill wind striking my face revived in me a sense of my
surroundings. I observed with astonishment that everything seemed unfamiliar. On
every side of me stretched a bleak and desolate expanse of plain, covered with a
tall overgrowth of sere grass, which rustled and whistled in the autumn wind
with heaven knows what mysterious and disquieting suggestion. Protruded at long
intervals above it, stood strangely shaped and somber- colored rocks, which
seemed to have an understanding with one another and to exchange looks of
uncomfortable significance, as if they had reared their heads to watch the issue
of some foreseen event. A few blasted trees here and there appeared as leaders
in this malevolent conspiracy of silent expectation.

The day, I thought, must be far advanced, though the sun was invisible; and
although sensible that the air was raw and chill my consciousness of that fact
was rather mental than physical -- I had no feeling of discomfort. Over all the
dismal landscape a canopy of low, lead-colored clouds hung like a visible curse.
In all this there were a menace and a portent -- a hint of evil, an intimation
of doom. Bird, beast, or insect there was none. The wind sighed in the bare
branches of the dead trees and the gray grass bent to whisper its dread secret
to the earth; but no other sound nor motion broke the awful repose of that
dismal place.

I observed in the herbage a number of weather-worn stones, evidently shaped with
tools. They were broken, covered with moss and half-sunken in the earth. Some
lay prostrate, some leaned at various angles, none was vertical. They were
obviously headstones of graves, though the graves themselves no longer existed
as either mounds or depressions; the years had leveled all. Scattered here and
there, more massive blocks showed where some pompous or ambitious monument had
once flung its feeble defiance at oblivion. So old seemed these relics, these
vestiges of vanity and memorials of affection and piety, so battered and worn
and stained -- so neglected, deserted, forgotten the place, that I could not
help thinking myself the discoverer of the burial-ground of a prehistoric race
of men whose very name was long extinct.

Filled with these reflections, I was for some time heedless of the sequence of
my own experiences, but soon I thought, "How came I hither?" A moment's
reflection seemed to make this all clear and explain at the same time, though in
a disquieting way, the singular character with which my fancy had invested all
that I saw or heard. I was ill. I remembered now that I had been prostrated by a
sudden fever, and that my family had told me that in my periods of delirium I
had constantly cried out for liberty and air, and had been held in bed to
prevent my escape out-of-doors. Now I had eluded the vigilance of my attendants
and had wandered hither to -- to where? I could not conjecture. Clearly I was at
a considerable distance from the city where I dwelt -- the ancient and famous
city of Carcosa.

No signs of human life were anywhere visible or audible; no rising smoke, no
watchdog's bark, no lowing cattle, no shouts of children at play -- nothing but
that dismal burial-place with its air of mystery and dread, due to my own
disordered brain. Was I not becoming again delirious, there beyond human aid?
Was it not indeed all an illusion of my madness? I called aloud the names of my
wives and sons, reaching out my hands in search of theirs, even as I walked
among the crumbling stones and in the withered grass.

A noise behind me caused me to turn about. A wild animal -- a lynx -- was
approaching. The thought came to me: If I break down here in the desert -- if
the fever return and I fail, this beast will be at my throat. I sprang toward
it, shouting. It trotted tranquilly within a hand's breadth of me and
disappeared behind a rock.

A moment later a man's head appeared to rise out of the the ground a short
distance away. He was ascending the farther slope of a low hill whose crest was
hardly to be distinguished from the general level. His whole figure soon came
into view against the background of gray cloud. He was half naked, half clad in
skins. His hair was unkempt, his beard long and ragged. In one hand he carried a
bow and arrow; the other held a blazing torch with a long trail of black smoke.
He walked slowly and with caution, as if he feared falling into some open grave
concealed by the tall grass. This strange apparition surprised but did not
alarm, and taking course to intercept him I met him almost face to face,
accosting him with the familiar salutation, "God keep you."

He gave no heed, nor did he arrest his pace.

"Good stranger," I continued, "I am ill and lost. Direct me, I beseech you, to

The man broke into a barbarous chant in an unknown tongue, passing on and away.

An owl on the branch of a decayed tree hooted dismally and was answered by
another in the distance. Looking upward, I saw through a sudden rift in the
clouds Aldebaran and the Hyades! In all this there was a hint of night -- the
lynx, the man with the torch, the owl. Yet I saw -- I saw even the stars in
absence of darkness. I saw, but was apparently not seen nor heard. Under what
awful spell did I exist?

I seated myself at the root of a great tree, seriously to consider what it were
best to do. That I was mad I could no longer doubt, yet recognized a ground of
doubt in the conviction. Of fever I had no trace. I had, withal, a sense of
exhilaration and vigor altogether unknown to me -- a feeling of mental and
physical exaltation. My senses seemed all alert; I could feel the air as a
ponderous substance; I could hear the silence.

A great root of the giant tree against whose trunk I leaned as I sat held
inclosed in its grasp a slab of stone, a part of which protruded into a recess
formed by another root. The stone was thus partly protected from the weather,
though greatly decomposed. Its edges were worn round, its corners eaten away,
its surface deeply furrowed and scaled. Glittering particles of mica were
visible in the earth about it -- vestiges of its decomposition. This stone had
apparently marked the grave out of which the tree had sprung ages ago. The
tree's exacting roots had robbed the grave and made the stone a prisoner.

A sudden wind pushed some dry leaves and twigs from the uppermost face of the
stone; I saw the low-relief letters of an inscription and bent to read it. God
in Heaven! my name in full! -- the date of my birth! -- the date of my death!

A level shaft of light illuminated the whole side of the tree as I sprang to my
feet in terror. The sun was rising in the rosy east. I stood between the tree
and his broad red disk -- no shadow darkened the trunk!

A chorus of howling wolves saluted the dawn. I saw them sitting on their
haunches, singly and in groups, on the summits of irregular mounds and tumuli
filling a half of my desert prospect and extending to the horizon. And then I
knew that these were ruins of the ancient and famous city of Carcosa.

Such are the facts imparted to the medium Bayrolles by the spirit Hoseib Alar

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