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Title: The Pool of the Stone God
Author: Abraham Merritt
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THE POOL OF THE STONE GOD
by

Abraham Merritt
(written under the pseudonym W. Fenimore)

This is Professor James Marston's story. A score of learned bodies have courteously heard him tell it,
and then among themselves have lamented that so brilliant a man should have such an obsession.
Professor Marston told it to me in San Francisco, just before he started to find the island that holds his
pool of the stone god and--the wings that guard it. He seemed to me very sane. It is true that the
equipment of his expedition was unusual, and not the least curious part of it are the suits of fine chain mail
and masks and gauntlets with which each man of the party is provided.

The five of us, said Professor Marston, sat side by side on the beach. There was Wilkinson the first
officer, Bates and Cassidy the two seamen, Waters the pearler and myself. We had all been on our way
to New Guinea, I to study the fossils for the Smithsonian. The Moranus had struck the hidden reef the
night before and had sunk swiftly. We were then, roughly, about five hundred miles northeast of the
Guinea coast. The five of us had managed to drop a lifeboat and get away. The boat was well stocked
with water and provisions. Whether the rest of the crew had escaped we did not know. We had sighted
the island at dawn and had made for her. The lifeboat was drawn safely up on the sands.