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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: the Indians, and before even the wholesome beasts and birds of
the woods. It was nightmare itself, and to see it was to die.
But it made men dream, and so they knew enough to keep away. The
present voodoo orgy was, indeed, on the merest fringe of this
abhorred area, but that location was bad enough; hence perhaps
the very place of the worship had terrified the squatters more
than the shocking sounds and incidents.
Only poetry or madness
could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men as they
ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and
muffled tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and
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