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The narrative traces how Alijah Billington vanished after moving to England, while taxes and solicitor records sustained the property’s name. 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No part of this book may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the publisher, except by reviewers who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review in a newspaper, magazine, or electronic publication; nor may any part of this book be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or other, without written permission from the publisher.  \nLibrary of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available.  \nISBN: 0-7867-1188-4  \nPrinted in the United States of America Distributed by Publishers Group West  \nI. Billington’s Wood  \nNorth of Arkham the hills rise dark, wild and wooded, and much overgrown, an area through which the Miskatonic flows seaward, almost at one boundary of the wooded tract. Travellers in this region are seldom impelled to go beyond the outskirts of the wood, though a faint track leads into it and presumably goes through to the hills, and beyond the hills, to the Miskatonic, and beyond that into open country once more. What deserted houses have been left by the ravages of time bear a surprisingly uniform aspect of weatherbeaten squalor, and, while the wooded region itself shows signs of singular vitality, there seems to be little evidence of fertility in the country around. Indeed, a traveller on the Aylesbury Pike, which opens from River Street in Arkham, and proceeds in leisurely fashion west and northwest of the ancient, gambrel-roofed town toward the strange, lonely Dunwich country beyond Dean’s Corners, cannot help but be impressed with the remarkable degree of what, at first glance, might seem reforestation in that region, but which, on closer examination, proves to be not new growth, but ancient, hardy trees flourishing, it seems, centuries after time should have taken its toll of them.  \nArkham people have forgotten almost all about it; there were legends, dark and vague, which their granddames brooded about at the fireside, some of them harking back to the time of the witchcraft fever; but, like so many similar tales, their tenuousness eventually slipped completely away, and nothing was left to be said but that the wood was “Billington’s Wood,” and the hills were “Mr. Billington’s,” and all that property around, including the great house which could not be seen but was nonetheless there, deep in that wood, on a pleasant knoll, it was said,“near the tower and the circle of stones.” The gnarled, old trees invited none of the curious, the dark wood beckoned no traveller, not even the horde of scavengers in search of antiquities of customs, legends, and household appurtenances, who might conceivably have been drawn to the old Billington house. The wood was shunned; the casual traveller hastened by, urged on by a curious dislike for which he had no explanation, by his fancies and his imagination, which left him no regrets and brought him safely home again, whether he came from Arkham or Boston or from the lost hamlets of the Massachusetts countryside.  \n“Old Billington” was remembered, drawn from the memory of ancients long dead in Arkham. Alijah Billington had been his name, and his station that of a country squire in the early nineteenth century. He had come to live in that house which had been his grandfather ’s and his great-grandfather ’s before him; and in his old age he had departed for his ancestral shores, the country south of London, in England. Thenceforth nothing was heard of him, though the taxes were duly paid by a firm of solicitors, whose address in Middle Temple Lane lent dignity to the legend of Old Billington. The decades duly passed; presumably Alijah Billington was ga","cbCaiiX4nqyQzbfv","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaiiX4nqyQzbfv","pdf",767546,150,"English","# I. Billington’s Wood","[{\"question\":\"Where is Billington’s Wood located in the story?\",\"answer\":\"It lies north of Arkham, along the wooded hills through which the Miskatonic flows seaward, near a hidden area associated with an old house deep in the wood.\"},{\"question\":\"Who was Old Billington, and what happened to him?\",\"answer\":\"Alijah “Old Billington” was a country squire who later departed for his ancestral shores in England, after which little was heard of him beyond the property taxes handled by solicitors.\"},{\"question\":\"Why do travelers and locals avoid the wood?\",\"answer\":\"The wood is shunned by casual travelers who feel an inexplicable dislike, while residents retain only vague legends. 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