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Unique Tales, v. 1, issue 1, June 1937

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UNIQUE TALES.                     7

the waters of Eternity and a fierce anger were in his eyes as he rose upon the people. And they were cloaked and smothered in translucent and swirling waters for the brief second in which he took Katreen from the numbed arms of Michael; and when they again dared look they beheld a drying pool at their feet and in the pool a reflection of a great vastness and the moving shadows of drifting seaweed; and then there was only a dampness and the good villagers prayed for the soul of Katreen MhicArthur.
   And still, when a storm is on the sea, and the black waves crumble into greyness and the greyness into black, and the rain cries upon the sea, her wild and joyous laughter rings above the tumult and echoes in the crags and along the tide-worn sands and amongst the rocks that rise forever out of the eternal waters; then, when the rising moon is on the dark ebbing and flow and grey mists are rising over the moors and pastures, over the braken and the heather, a strange and timeless song has its being-and in its desolateness out of the waste and the endless reaches of the sea comes her answering, and the people who now live in the village cross themselves and remember the tale of Katreen MhicArthur and her love which claimed her from the sea. And not for all the gold in the world will they venture from their closed doors when her distant cry reverberates in the stillness of the night as she calls her lover. 
   Only I have been out in the fog and heard the waters ripple around my boat and seen the kelpie's scaly hands reach dripping over the side, and barely making the shore stumble through the treacherous sands, only to see, high above on the cliff's edge a whiteness that was Katreen and a shimmering greenness that was not man, and heard her song float down and through me and to the slinking ocean where the seaweed floats in a great vastness and shadowy things that no man can see and be sane are, and shall be....

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UNIQUE TALES. 7 the waters of Eternity and a fierce anger were in his eyes as he rose upon the people. And they were cloaked and smothered in translucent and swirling waters for the brief second in which he took Katreen from the numbed arms of Michael; and when they again dared look they beheld a drying pool at their feet and in the pool a reflection of a great vastness and the moving shadows of drifting seaweed; and then there was only a dampness and the good villagers prayed for the soul of Katreen MhicArthur. And still, when a storm is on the sea, and the black waves crumble into greyness and the greyness into black, and the rain cries upon the sea, her wild and joyous laughter rings above the tumult and echoes in the crags and along the tide-worn sands and amongst the rocks that rise forever out of the eternal waters; then, when the rising moon is on the dark ebbing and flow and grey mists are rising over the moors and pastures, over the braken and the heather, a strange and timeless song has its being-and in its desolateness out of the waste and the endless reaches of the sea comes her answering, and the people who now live in the village cross themselves and remember the tale of Katreen MhicArthur and her love which claimed her from the sea. And not for all the gold in the world will they venture from their closed doors when her distant cry reverberates in the stillness of the night as she calls her lover. Only I have been out in the fog and heard the waters ripple around my boat and seen the kelpie's scaly hands reach dripping over the side, and barely making the shore stumble through the treacherous sands, only to see, high above on the cliff's edge a whiteness that was Katreen and a shimmering greenness that was not man, and heard her song float down and through me and to the slinking ocean where the seaweed floats in a great vastness and shadowy things that no man can see and be sane are, and shall be....