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And we came at last to those ivory hills that are named the Mountains of Madness, and I tried to struggle against the spirits of that frightful Emperor's men, for I heard on the other side of the ivory hills the pittering of those beasts that prey on the mad, as they prowled up and down. AND WE CAME AT LAST TO THOSE IVORY HILLS THAT ARE NAMED THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS AND I TRIED TO STRUGGLE AGAINST THE SPIRITS OF THAT FRIGHTFUL EMPEROR'S MEN FOR I HEARD ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE IVORY HILLS THE PITTERING OF THOSE BEASTS THAT PREY ON THE MAD AS THEY PROWLED UP AND DOWN
red horribly, but ever and anon they fell back again to their bodies, recalled by some noise in the room. Still the men ate, but lazily now, and without ferocity. At last the great spoons dropped out of their hands, and their spirits rose and left them. I could not flee. And the spirits were more horrible than the men, because they were young men, and not yet wholly moulded to fit their fearful souls. Still the sailor groaned softly, evoking little titters from the Emperor Thuba Mleen. Then the two spirits rushed at me, and swept me thence as gusts of wind sweep butterflies, and away we went from that small, pale, heinous man. There was no escaping from these spirits' fierce insistence. The energy in my minute lump of the drug was overwhelmed by the huge spoonsful that these men had eaten with both hands. I was whirled over Arvle Woondery, and brought to the lands of Snith, and swept on still until I came to Kragua, and beyond this to those bleak lands that are nearly unknown to fancy. EPARING TO GO FREE WHILE I FEARED HORRIBLY BUT EVER AND ANON THEY FELL BACK AGAIN TO THEIR BODIES RECALLED BY SOME NOISE IN THE ROOM STILL THE MEN ATE BUT LAZILY NOW AND WITHOUT FEROCITY AT LAST THE GREAT SPOONS DROPPED OUT OF THEIR HANDS AND THEIR SPIRITS ROSE AND LEFT THEM I COULD NOT FLEE AND THE SPIRITS WERE MORE HORRIBLE THAN THE MEN BECAUSE THEY WERE YOUNG MEN AND NOT YET WHOLLY MOLDED TO FIT THEIR FEARFUL SOULS STILL THE SAILOR GROANED SOFTLY EVOKING LITTLE TITTERS FROM THE EMPEROR THUDUM LEEN THEN THE TWO SPIRITS RUSHED AT ME AND SWEPT ME THENCE AS GUSTS OF WIND SWEEP BUTTERFLIES AND AWAY WE WENT FROM THAT SMALL PALE HEINOUS MAN THERE WAS NO ESCAPING FROM THE SPIRITS FIERCE INSISTENCE THE ENERGY IN MY MINUTE LUMP OF THE DRUG WAS OVERWHELMED BY THE HUGE SPOONSFUL THAT THESE MEN HAD EATEN WITH BOTH HANDS I WAS WHIRLED OVER ARVIL WOUNDRY AND BROUGHT TO THE LANDS OF SMITH AND SWEPT ON STILL UNTIL I CAME TO CROGUA AND BEYOND THIS TO THOSE BLEAK LANDS THAT ARE NEARLY UNKNOWN TO FANCY
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