The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wildSuffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
Science
The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wild
Suffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
Hypnotism -- Fiction; Short stories, English; Supernatural -- Fiction
I, Doctor Nosidy, scientist, mesmerist, thought-reader, and
electrician, felt that evening that I stood upon the threshold of
some grand discovery. The thought thrilled me as it did Columbus when
he came in sight of the long-sought land, or Bernard Palissy when
he discovered the true mode of firing his beautiful pottery-ware,
or Galileo when he discovered the movement of the earth. I felt the
sensations of these and other discoverers rolled into one; moreover,
it was my conviction that I was about to find something by the side of
which their discoveries would appear insignificant indeed.
Setting my apparatus in order, I commenced work by unrolling the head
of the mummy; carefully stripping off the multitudinous layers of
cerecloth, which were permeated quite through with a dark, brittle
gum or resin of some kind. By and by I came to the leathery and
gum-covered visage, wrinkled, emaciated, and black with the dry
atmosphere of thirty centuries.
Dark curly hair still adhered to the skull, and was not so brittle but
that, after bathing the compressed locks, I could lift them with the
blade of a spatula quite away from the cranium without damage. The
whole head was a very fine one--the nose prominent and hawk-like, the
eyes cavernous, and the mouth excessively broad and grinning; the lips
were so dried and compressed that they were flat with the face. The
teeth were still white and glossy, and the entire absence of any signs
of decay proclaimed the fact that the owner was young at his decease.
All these features I noticed as I worked away upon my subject, and
having at length uncovered the whole head, I made a small hole through
the apex of the cranium with a brad-awl. This done, I inserted, into
the space once occupied by the brain, the ends of the wires connected
with a certain electric instrument. Into the mouthpiece of the machine
I spoke, asking,
“Do you hear me?”
I listened, but of course no reply came.
How could it?
I had been much too eager to commence my work, and of a certainty, this
my first attempt could but end in one way--in absolute failure, and
that from three causes.
1st. The brain of a deceased Egyptian was removed through the nostrils
when the embalming took place.
2nd. Even if the brain-ether still tenanted the cranium the lips could
form no answer to my query, as they were so dry and parched as to have
no power of movement.
3rd. If the conditions of brain and lips were favourable, and I really
obtained a sound, it would certainly be in the dead Egyptian tongue,
which to me would be quite unintelligible. What should I do?
My defunct monarch, or whoever he might be, was suddenly transformed
into a useless incumbrance, instead of a scientific help.
Instead of hugging him for joy I could now have beaten him as a
scientific fraud.
There was nothing for it but to take a day or two and think the matter
out in an intelligent and calm manner.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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