The shock served to loosen several tongues, and embarrassed whispers were exchanged. “It spreads on everything organic that’s been around here.” muttered the medical examiner. No one replied, but the man who had been in the well gave a hint that his long pole must have stirred up something intangible. “It was awful,” he added. “There was no bottom at all. Just ooze and bubbles and the feeling of something lurking under there.” Ammi’s horse still pawed and screamed deafeningly in the road outside, and nearly drowned its owner’s faint quaver as he mumbled his formless reflections. “It come from that stone—it growed down thar—it got everything livin’—it fed itself on ’em, mind and body—Thad an’ Merwin, Zenas an’ Nabby—Nahum was the last—they all drunk the water—it got strong on ’em—it come from beyond, whar things ain’t like they be here—now it’s goin’ home—”