The Weirds of the Woodcarver
Originally printed in Weird Tales, September, 1944
Scratchboard art illustration by Kurt Brugel
There have been strange creatures generated in the billions of years that Earth has known; the strangest of these—the Primal Ones!
HE DWELLS in a dusty little shop off a side street in downtown Brooklyn. The dirt on the windowpanes is thick and grimy, as though unwashed for years. But when you open the door to the shop itself, a new world unfolds before you.
First you see the tiny figurines standing on their shelves, painted and carved in exact similitude to living beings. They stand there, row on row. If you look closely, you can see people you know. There is an old woman in a shawl, sorrow etched into her drooping eyelids and sunken lips. There walks a blonde girl who might be a model, with lovely legs in short skirts and lissome hips. Here is a young man, perhaps a lawyer on his way to court, for he carries a briefcase. There is a tattered tramp, slouching. Men and women, boys and girls, all of them sculpted in living attitudes, stretching out endlessly, so many that their sheer numbers make your head swim. You do know one or two of them, as you look closer. Read More