What an ending! The bit about Secundra digging up James: that was just creepy--there's no getting around it. Ugh. It makes me shudder to imagine it. I guess this entry is going to jump around a little seeing as I started with the ending. Anyways, it was interesting to me that James has such an influence over people that he even succeeded in sort-of making Mackellar his friend (after M made a rather spontaneous attempt on his life). That was also very peculiar. To me, Mackellar seemed like too much of a pansy to actually try killing anyone--even James. The part about New York wasn't all that spectacular in comparison to previous events. It mostly chronicled Henry's miseries involving having to deal with James again and deriving a sick sort of happiness as a result of his profound hatred of his brother. Alison basically drops out of the rest of the story for all intents and purposes. Then Henry and Mackellar go to Albany and all the adventures start again with buried treasure and scalping and living death all culminating in the actual death of both brothers. It seems as though Henry's death triggered James's (even though it is true he was in a severely weakened state). I was sort of disappointed that no one ever recovered the buried treasure, though.
The poem from "The City of Dreadful Night" was indeed dreadful, or at least the subject matter was. I think it was a bleak description of life without faith, love, or hope. Just exsistence without meaning. So Thomson was right to make it appear nightmarish!!
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