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This barn, or rather shed, where "certain phenomena" occurred in October 1956 (a<br />
few months prior to Hazel Shade's death) had belonged to one Paul Hentzner, an<br />
eccentric farmer of German extraction, with old-fashioned hobbies such as taxidermy<br />
and herborizing. Through an odd trick of atavism, he was (according to Shade who<br />
liked to talk about him - the only time, incidentally, when my sweet old friend became<br />
a tiny bit of a bore!) a throwback to the "curious Germans" who three centuries ago<br />
had been the fathers of the first great naturalists. Although by academic standards an<br />
uneducated man, with no real knowledge of far things in space or time, he had about<br />
him a colorful and earthy something that pleased John Shade much better than the<br />
suburban refinements of the English Department. He who displayed such fastidious<br />
care in his choice of fellow ramblers liked to trudge with the gaunt solemn German,<br />
every other evening, up the wood path to Dulwich, and all around his acquaintance's<br />
fields. Delighting as he did in the right word, he esteemed Hentzner for knowing "the<br />
names of things" - though some of those names were no doubt local monstrosities, or<br />
Germanisms, or pure inventions on the old rascal's part.<br />
Now he was walking with another companion. Limpidly do I remember one perfect<br />
evening when my friend sparkled with quips, and marrowskies, and anecdotes, which<br />
I gallantly countered with tales of Zembla and hairbreadth escapes! As we were<br />
skirting Dulwich Forest, he interrupted me to indicate a natural grotto in the mossy<br />
rocks by the side of the path under the flowering dogwoods. This was the spot where<br />
the good farmer invariably stopped, and once, when they happened to be accompanied<br />
by his little boy, the latter, as he trotted beside them, pointed and remarked<br />
informatively: "Here Papa pisses." Another, less pointless, story awaited me at the top<br />
of the hill, where a square plot invaded with willow herb, milkweed and ironweed,<br />
and teeming with butterflies, contrasted sharply with the goldenrod all around it. After<br />
Hentzner's wife had left him (around 1950) taking with her their child, he sold his<br />
farmhouse (now replaced by a drive-in cinema) and went to live in town; but on<br />
summer nights he used to take a sleeping bag to the barn that stood at the far end of<br />
the land he still owned, and there one night he passed away.<br />
That barn had stood on the weedy spot Shade was poking at with Aunt Maud's<br />
favorite cane. One Saturday evening a young student employee from the campus hotel<br />
and a local hoyden went into it for some purpose or other and were chatting or dozing<br />
there when they were frightened out of their wits by rattling sounds and flying lights<br />
causing them to flee in disorder. Nobody really cared what had routed them - whether<br />
it was an outraged ghost or a rejected swain. But the Wordsmith Gazette ("The oldest<br />
student newspaper in the USA") picked up the incident and started to worry the<br />
stuffing out of it like a mischievous pup. Several self-styled psychic researchers<br />
visited the place and the whole business was so blatantly turning into a rag, with the<br />
participation of the most notorious college pranksters, that Shade complained to the<br />
authorities with the result that the useless barn was demolished as constituting a fire<br />
hazard.<br />
From Jane P. I obtained however a good deal of quite different, and much more<br />
pathetic information - which explained to me why my friend had thought fit to regale<br />
me with commonplace student mischief, but also made me regret that I prevented him<br />
from getting to the point he was confusedly and self-consciously making (for as I<br />
have said in an earlier note, he never cared to refer to his dead child) by filling in a<br />
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