King Pest by Edgar Allan Poe


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1835
KING PEST
by Edgar Allan Poe

A Tale Containing an Allegory
The gods do bear and will allow in kings
The things which they abhor in rascal routes.
Buckhurst’s Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex.

ABOUT twelve o’clock, one night in the month of October, and
during the chivalrous reign of the third Edward, two seamen
belonging to the crew of the “Free and Easy,” a trading schooner
plying between Sluys and the Thames, and then at anchor in that river,
were much astonished to find themselves seated in the tap-room of an
ale-house in the parish of St. Andrews, London –which ale-house
bore for sign the portraiture of a “Jolly Tar.”
The room, although ill-contrived, smoke-blackened, low-pitched,
and in every other respect agreeing with the general character of such
places at the period –was, nevertheless, in the opinion of the
grotesque groups scattered here and there within it, sufficiently well
adapted to its purpose.
Of these groups our two seamen formed, I think, the most
interesting, if not the most conspicuous.
The one who appeared to be the elder, and whom his companion
addressed by the characteristic appellation of “Legs,” was at the same
time much the taller of the two. He might have measured six feet and a
half, and an habitual stoop in the shoulders seemed to have been the
necessary consequence of an altitude so enormous.–Superfluities in
height were, however, more than accounted for by deficiencies in other
respects. He was exceedingly thin; and might, as his associates
asserted, have answered, when drunk, for a pennant at the mast-head,
or, when sober, have served for a jib-boom. But these jests, and
others of a similar nature, had evidently produced, at no time, any
effect upon the cachinnatory muscles of the tar. With high
cheek-bones, a large hawk-nose, retreating chin, fallen under-jaw, and
huge protruding white eyes, the expression of his countenance,
although tinged with a species of dogged indifference to matters and
things in general, was not the less utterly solemn and serious
beyond all attempts at imitation or description.
The younger seaman was, in all outward appearance, the converse of
his companion. His stature could not have exceeded four feet. A pair
of stumpy bow-legs supported his squat, unwieldy figure, while his
unusually short and thick arms, with no ordinary fists at their
extremities, swung off dangling from his sides like the fins of a
sea-turtle. Small eyes, of no particular color, twinkled far back in
his head. His nose remained buried in the mass of flesh which
enveloped his round, full, and purple face; and his thick upper-lip
rested upon the still thicker one beneath with an air of complacent
self-satisfaction, much heightened by the owner’s habit of licking
them at intervals. He evidently regarded his tall shipmate with a
feeling half-wondrous, half-quizzical; and stared up occasionally in
his face as the red setting sun stares up at the crags of Ben Nevis.
Various and eventful, however, had been the peregrinations of
the worthy couple in and about the different tap-houses of the
neighbourhood during the earlier hours of the night. Funds even the
most ample, are not always everlasting: and it was with empty
pockets our friends had ventured upon the present hostelrie.
At the precise period, then, when this history properly commences,
Legs, and his fellow Hugh Tarpaulin, sat, each with both elbows
resting upon the large oaken table in the middle of the floor, and
with a hand upon either cheek. They were eyeing, from behind a huge
flagon of unpaid-for “humming-stuff,” the portentous words, “No
Chalk,” which to their indignation and astonishment were scored over
the doorway by means of that very mineral whose presence they
purported to deny. Not that the gift of decyphering written characters
–a gift among the commonalty of that day considered little less
cabalistical than the art of inditing –could, in strict justice, have
been laid to the charge of either disciple of the sea; but there
was, to say the truth, a certain twist in the formation of the letters
–an indescribable lee-lurch about the whole —which foreboded, in
the opinion of both seamen, a long run of dirty weather; and
determined them at once, in the allegorical words of Legs himself,
to “pump ship, clew up all sail, and scud before the wind.”
Having accordingly disposed of what remained of the ale, and
looped up the points of their short doublets, they finally made a bolt
for the street. Although Tarpaulin rolled twice into the fire-place,
mistaking it for the door, yet their escape was at length happily
effected –and half after twelve o’clock found our heroes ripe for
mischief, and running for life down a dark alley in the direction of
St. Andrew’s Stair, hotly pursued by the landlady of the “Jolly Tar.”
At the epoch of this eventful tale, and periodically, for many
years before and after, all England, but more especially the
metropolis, resounded with the fearful cry of “Plague!” The city was
in a great measure depopulated –and in those horrible regions, in the
vicinity of the Thames, where amid the dark, narrow, and filthy
lanes and alleys, the Demon of Disease was supposed to have had his
nativity, Awe, Terror, and Superstition were alone to be found
stalking abroad.
By authority of the king such districts were placed under ban, and
all persons forbidden, under pain of death, to intrude upon their
dismal solitude. Yet neither the mandate of the monarch, nor the
huge barriers erected at the entrances of the streets, nor the
prospect of that loathsome death which, with almost absolute
certainty, overwhelmed the wretch whom no peril could deter from the
adventure, prevented the unfurnished and untenanted dwellings from
being stripped, by the hand of nightly rapine, of every article,
such as iron, brass, or lead-work, which could in any manner be turned
to a profitable account.
Above all, it was usually found, upon the annual winter opening of
the barriers, that locks, bolts, and secret cellars, had proved but
slender protection to those rich stores of wines and liquors which, in
consideration of the risk and trouble of removal, many of the numerous
dealers having shops in the neighbourhood had consented to trust,
during the period of exile, to so insufficient a security.
But there were very few of the terror-stricken people who
attributed these doings to the agency of human hands. Pest-spirits,
plague-goblins, and fever-demons, were the popular imps of mischief;
and tales so blood-chilling were hourly told, that the whole mass of
forbidden buildings was, at length, enveloped in terror as in a
shroud, and the plunderer himself was often scared away by the horrors
his own depreciations had created; leaving the entire vast circuit
of prohibited district to gloom, silence, pestilence, and death.
It was by one of the terrific barriers already mentioned, and
which indicated the region beyond to be under the Pest-ban, that, in
scrambling down an alley, Legs and the worthy Hugh Tarpaulin found
their progress suddenly impeded. To return was out of the question,
and no time was to be lost, as their pursuers were close upon their
heels. With thorough-bred seamen to clamber up the roughly fashioned
plank-work was a trifle; and, maddened with the twofold excitement
of exercise and liquor, they leaped unhesitatingly down within the
enclosure, and holding on their drunken course with shouts and
yellings, were soon bewildered in its noisome and intricate recesses.
Had they not, indeed, been intoxicated beyond moral sense, their
reeling footsteps must have been palsied by the horrors of their
situation. The air was cold and misty. The paving-stones, loosened
from their beds, lay in wild disorder amid the tall, rank grass, which
sprang up around the feet and ankles. Fallen houses choked up the
streets. The most fetid and poisonous smells everywhere prevailed;
–and by the aid of that ghastly light which, even at midnight,
never fails to emanate from a vapory and pestilential at atmosphere,
might be discerned lying in the by-paths and alleys, or rotting in the
windowless habitations, the carcass of many a nocturnal plunderer
arrested by the hand of the plague in the very perpetration of his
robbery.
–But it lay not in the power of images, or sensations, or
impediments such as these, to stay the course of men who, naturally
brave, and at that time especially, brimful of courage and of
“humming-stuff!” would have reeled, as straight as their condition
might have permitted, undauntedly into the very jaws of Death.
Onward –still onward stalked the grim Legs, making the desolate
solemnity echo and re-echo with yells like the terrific war-whoop of
the Indian: and onward, still onward rolled the dumpy Tarpaulin,
hanging on to the doublet of his more active companion, and far
surpassing the latter’s most strenuous exertions in the way of vocal
music, by bull-roarings in basso, from the profundity of his
stentorian lungs.
They had now evidently reached the strong hold of the
pestilence. Their way at every step or plunge grew more noisome and
more horrible –the paths more narrow and more intricate. Huge
stones and beams falling momently from the decaying roofs above
them, gave evidence, by their sullen and heavy descent, of the vast
height of the surrounding houses; and while actual exertion became
necessary to force a passage through frequent heaps of rubbish, it was
by no means seldom that the hand fell upon a skeleton or rested upon a
more fleshly corpse.
Suddenly, as the seamen stumbled against the entrance of a tall
and ghastly-looking building, a yell more than usually shrill from the
throat of the excited Legs, was replied to from within, in a rapid
succession of wild, laughter-like, and fiendish shrieks. Nothing
daunted at sounds which, of such a nature, at such a time, and in such
a place, might have curdled the very blood in hearts less
irrevocably on fire, the drunken couple rushed headlong against the
door, burst it open, and staggered into the midst of things with a
volley of curses.
The room within which they found themselves proved to be the
shop of an undertaker; but an open trap-door, in a corner of the floor
near the entrance, looked down upon a long range of wine-cellars,
whose depths the occasional sound of bursting bottles proclaimed to be
well stored with their appropriate contents. In the middle of the room
stood a table –in the centre of which again arose a huge tub of
what appeared to be punch. Bottles of various wines and cordials,
together with jugs, pitchers, and flagons of every shape and
quality, were scattered profusely upon the board. Around it, upon
coffin-tressels, was seated a company of six. This company I will
endeavor to delineate one by one.
Fronting the entrance, and elevated a little above his companions,
sat a personage who appeared to be the president of the table. His
stature was gaunt and tall, and Legs was confounded to behold in him a
figure more emaciated than himself. His face was as yellow as
saffron –but no feature excepting one alone, was sufficiently
marked to merit a particular description. This one consisted in a
forehead so unusually and hideously lofty, as to have the appearance
of a bonnet or crown of flesh superadded upon the natural head. His
mouth was puckered and dimpled into an expression of ghastly
affability, and his eyes, as indeed the eyes of all at table, were
glazed over with the fumes of intoxication. This gentleman was clothed
from head to foot in a richly-embroidered black silk-velvet pall,
wrapped negligently around his form after the fashion of a Spanish
cloak. –His head was stuck full of sable hearse-plumes, which he
nodded to and fro with a jaunty and knowing air; and, in his right
hand, he held a huge human thigh-bone, with which he appeared to
have been just knocking down some member of the company for a song.
Opposite him, and with her back to the door, was a lady of no whit
the less extraordinary character. Although quite as tall as the person
just described, she had no right to complain of his unnatural
emaciation. She was evidently in the last stage of a dropsy; and her
figure resembled nearly that of the huge puncheon of October beer
which stood, with the head driven in, close by her side, in a corner
of the chamber. Her face was exceedingly round, red, and full; and the
same peculiarity, or rather want of peculiarity, attached itself to
her countenance, which I before mentioned in the case of the president
–that is to say, only one feature of her face was sufficiently
distinguished to need a separate characterization: indeed the acute
Tarpaulin immediately observed that the same remark might have applied
to each individual person of the party; every one of whom seemed to
possess a monopoly of some particular portion of physiognomy. With the
lady in question this portion proved to be the mouth. Commencing at
the right ear, it swept with a terrific chasm to the left –the
short pendants which she wore in either auricle continually bobbing
into the aperture. She made, however, every exertion to keep her mouth
closed and look dignified, in a dress consisting of a newly starched
and ironed shroud coming up close under her chin, with a crimpled
ruffle of cambric muslin.
At her right hand sat a diminutive young lady whom she appeared to
patronise. This delicate little creature, in the trembling of her
wasted fingers, in the livid hue of her lips, and in the slight hectic
spot which tinged her otherwise leaden complexion, gave evident
indications of a galloping consumption. An air of gave extreme haut
ton, however, pervaded her whole appearance; she wore in a graceful
and degage manner, a large and beautiful winding-sheet of the finest
India lawn; her hair hung in ringlets over her neck; a soft smile
played about her mouth; but her nose, extremely long, thin, sinuous,
flexible and pimpled, hung down far below her under lip, and in
spite of the delicate manner in which she now and then moved it to one
side or the other with her tongue, gave to her countenance a
somewhat equivocal expression.
Over against her, and upon the left of the dropsical lady, was
seated a little puffy, wheezing, and gouty old man, whose cheeks
reposed upon the shoulders of their owner, like two huge bladders of
Oporto wine. With his arms folded, and with one bandaged leg deposited
upon the table, he seemed to think himself entitled to some
consideration. He evidently prided himself much upon every inch of his
personal appearance, but took more especial delight in calling
attention to his gaudy-colored surtout. This, to say the truth, must
have cost him no little money, and was made to fit him exceedingly
well –being fashioned from one of the curiously embroidered silken
covers appertaining to those glorious escutcheons which, in England
and elsewhere, are customarily hung up, in some conspicuous place,
upon the dwellings of departed aristocracy.
Next to him, and at the right hand of the president, was a
gentleman in long white hose and cotton drawers. His frame shook, in a
ridiculous manner, with a fit of what Tarpaulin called “the
horrors.” His jaws, which had been newly shaved, were tightly tied
up by a bandage of muslin; and his arms being fastened in a similar
way at the wrists, I I prevented him from helping himself too freely
to the liquors upon the table; a precaution rendered necessary, in the
opinion of Legs, by the peculiarly sottish and wine-bibbing cast of
his visage. A pair of prodigious ears, nevertheless, which it was no
doubt found impossible to confine, towered away into the atmosphere of
the apartment, and were occasionally pricked up in a spasm, at the
sound of the drawing of a cork.
Fronting him, sixthly and lastly, was situated a singularly
stiff-looking personage, who, being afflicted with paralysis, must, to
speak seriously, have felt very ill at ease in his unaccommodating
habiliments. He was habited, somewhat uniquely, in a new and
handsome mahogany coffin. Its top or head-piece pressed upon the skull
of the wearer, and extended over it in the fashion of a hood, giving
to the entire face an air of indescribable interest. Arm-holes had
been cut in the sides, for the sake not more of elegance than of
convenience; but the dress, nevertheless, prevented its proprietor
from sitting as erect as his associates; and as he lay reclining
against his tressel, at an angle of forty-five degrees, a pair of huge
goggle eyes rolled up their awful whites towards the celling in
absolute amazement at their own enormity.
Before each of the party lay a portion of a skull, which was
used as a drinking cup. Overhead was suspended a human skeleton, by
means of a rope tied round one of the legs and fastened to a ring in
the ceiling. The other limb, confined by no such fetter, stuck off
from the body at right angles, causing the whole loose and rattling
frame to dangle and twirl about at the caprice of every occasional
puff of wind which found its way into the apartment. In the cranium of
this hideous thing lay quantity of ignited charcoal, which threw a
fitful but vivid light over the entire scene; while coffins, and other
wares appertaining to the shop of an undertaker, were piled high up
around the room, and against the windows, preventing any ray from
escaping into the street.
At sight of this extraordinary assembly, and of their still more
extraordinary paraphernalia, our two seamen did not conduct themselves
with that degree of decorum which might have been expected. Legs,
leaning against the wall near which he happened to be standing,
dropped his lower jaw still lower than usual, and spread open his eyes
to their fullest extent: while Hugh Tarpaulin, stooping down so as
to bring his nose upon a level with the table, and spreading out a
palm upon either knee, burst into a long, loud, and obstreperous
roar of very ill-timed and immoderate laughter.
Without, however, taking offence at behaviour so excessively rude,
the tall president smiled very graciously upon the intruders
–nodded to them in a dignified manner with his head of sable plumes
–and, arising, took each by an arm, and led him to a seat which
some others of the company had placed in the meantime for his
accommodation. Legs to all this offered not the slightest
resistance, but sat down as he was directed; while tile gallant
Hugh, removing his coffin tressel from its station near the head of
the table, to the vicinity of the little consumptive lady in the
winding sheet, plumped down by her side in high glee, and pouring
out a skull of red wine, quaffed it to their better acquaintance.
But at this presumption the stiff gentleman in the coffin seemed
exceedingly nettled; and serious consequences might have ensued, had
not the president, rapping upon the table with his truncheon, diverted
the attention of all present to the following speech:
“It becomes our duty upon the present happy occasion”–
“Avast there!” interrupted Legs, looking very serious, “avast
there a bit, I say, and tell us who the devil ye all are, and what
business ye have here, rigged off like the foul fiends, and swilling
the snug blue ruin stowed away for the winter by my honest shipmate,
Will Wimble the undertaker!”
At this unpardonable piece of ill-breeding, all the original
company half started to their feet, and uttered the same rapid
succession of wild fiendish shrieks which had before caught the
attention of the seamen. The president, however, was the first to
recover his composure, and at length, turning to Legs with great
dignity, recommenced:
“Most willingly will we gratify any reasonable curiosity on the
part of guests so illustrious, unbidden though they be. Know then that
in these dominions I am monarch, and here rule with undivided empire
under the title of ‘King Pest the First.’
“This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the
shop of Will Wimble the undertaker –a man whom we know not, and whose
plebeian appellation has never before this night thwarted our royal
ears –this apartment, I say, is the Dais-Chamber of our Palace,
devoted to the councils of our kingdom, and to other sacred and
lofty purposes.
“The noble lady who sits opposite is Queen Pest, our Serene
Consort. The other exalted personages whom you behold are all of our
family, and wear the insignia of the blood royal under the
respective titles of ‘His Grace the Arch Duke Pest-Iferous’ –‘His
Grace the Duke Pest-Ilential’ –‘His Grace the Duke Tem-Pest’ –and
‘Her Serene Highness the Arch Duchess Ana-Pest.’
“As regards,” continued he, “your demand of the business upon
which we sit here in council, we might be pardoned for replying that
it concerns, and concerns alone, our own private and regal interest,
and is in no manner important to any other than ourself. But in
consideration of those rights to which as guests and strangers you may
feel yourselves entitled, we will furthermore explain that we are here
this night, prepared by deep research and accurate investigation, to
examine, analyze, and thoroughly determine the indefinable spirit
–the incomprehensible qualities and nature –of those inestimable
treasures of the palate, the wines, ales, and liqueurs of this
goodly metropolis: by so doing to advance not more our own designs
than the true welfare of that unearthly sovereign whose reign is
over us all, whose dominions are unlimited, and whose name is ‘Death.’
“Whose name is Davy Jones!” ejaculated Tarpaulin, helping the lady
by his side to a skull of liqueur, and pouring out a second for
himself.
“Profane varlet!” said the president, now turning his attention to
the worthy Hugh, “profane and execrable wretch! –we have said, that
in consideration of those rights which, even in thy filthy person,
we feel no inclination to violate, we have condescended to make
reply to thy rude and unseasonable inquiries. We nevertheless, for
your unhallowed intrusion upon our councils, believe it our duty to
mulct thee and thy companion in each a gallon of Black Strap
–having imbibed which to the prosperity of our kingdom –at a
single draught –and upon your bended knees –ye shall be forthwith
free either to proceed upon your way, or remain and be admitted to the
privileges of our table, according to your respective and individual
pleasures.”
“It would be a matter of utter impossibility,” replied Legs,
whom the assumptions and dignity of King Pest the First had
evidently inspired some feelings of respect, and who arose and
steadied himself by the table as he spoke –“It would, please your
majesty, be a matter of utter impossibility to stow away in my hold
even one-fourth part of the same liquor which your majesty has just
mentioned. To say nothing of the stuffs placed on board in the
forenoon by way of ballast, and not to mention the various ales and
liqueurs shipped this evening at different sea-ports, I have, at
present, a full cargo of ‘humming stuff’ taken in and duly paid for at
the sign of the ‘Jolly Tar.’ You will, therefore, please your majesty,
be so good as to take the will for the deed –for by no manner of
means either can I or will I swallow another drop –least of all a
drop of that villainous bilge-water that answers to the hall of ‘Black
Strap.'”
“Belay that!” interrupted Tarpaulin, astonished not more at the
length of his companion’s speech than at the nature of his refusal
–“Belay that you tubber! –and I say, Legs, none of your palaver!
My hull is still light, although I confess you yourself seem to be a
little top-heavy; and as for the matter of your share of the cargo,
why rather than raise a squall I would find stowageroom for it myself,
but” —
“This proceeding,” interposed the president, “is by no means in
accordance with the terms of the mulct or sentence, which is in its
nature Median, and not to be altered or recalled. The conditions we
have imposed must be fulfilled to the letter, and that without a
moment’s hesitation –in failure of which fulfilment we decree that
you do here be tied neck and heels together, and duly drowned as
rebels in yon hogshead of October beer!”
“A sentence! –a sentence! –a righteous and just sentence! –a
glorious decree! –a most worthy and upright, and holy
condemnation!” shouted the Pest family altogether. The king elevated
his forehead into innumerable wrinkles; the gouty little old man
puffed like a pair of bellows; the lady of the winding sheet waved her
nose to and fro; the gentleman in the cotton drawers pricked up his
ears; she of the shroud gasped like a dying fish; and he of the coffin
looked stiff and rolled up his eyes.
“Ugh! ugh! ugh!” chuckled Tarpaulin without heeding the general
excitation, “ugh! ugh! ugh! –ugh! ugh! ugh! –ugh! ugh! ugh! –I
was saying,” said he, “I was saying when Mr. King Pest poked in his
marlin-spike, that as for the matter of two or three gallons more or
less of Black Strap, it was a trifle to a tight sea-boat like myself
not overstowed –but when it comes to drinking the health of the Devil
(whom God assoilzie) and going down upon my marrow bones to his
ill-favored majesty there, whom I know, as well as I know myself to be
a sinner, to be nobody in the whole world, but Tim Hurlygurly the
stage-player –why! it’s quite another guess sort of a thing, and
utterly and altogether past my comprehension.”
He was not allowed to finish this speech in tranquillity. At the
name Tim Hurlygurly the whole assembly leaped from their name seats.
“Treason!” shouted his Majesty King Pest the First.
“Treason!” said the little man with the gout.
“Treason!” screamed the Arch Duchess Ana-Pest.
“Treason!” muttered the gentleman with his jaws tied up.
“Treason!” growled he of the coffin.
“Treason! treason!” shrieked her majesty of the mouth; and,
seizing by the hinder part of his breeches the unfortunate
Tarpaulin, who had just commenced pouring out for himself a skull of
liqueur, she lifted him high into the air, and let him fall without
ceremony into the huge open puncheon of his beloved ale. Bobbing up
and down, for a few seconds, like an apple in a bowl of toddy, he,
at length, finally disappeared amid the whirlpool of foam which, in
the already effervescent liquor, his struggles easily succeeded in
creating.
Not tamely, however, did the tall seaman behold the discomfiture
of his companion. Jostling King Pest through the open trap, the
valiant Legs slammed the door down upon him with an oath, and strode
towards the centre of the room. Here tearing down the skeleton which
swung over the table, he laid it about him with so much energy and
good will, that, as the last glimpses of light died away within the
apartment, he succeeded in knocking out the brains of the little
gentleman with the gout. Rushing then with all his force against the
fatal hogshead full of October ale and Hugh Tarpaulin, he rolled it
over and over in an instant. Out burst a deluge of liquor so fierce
–so impetuous –so overwhelming –that the room was flooded from wall
to wall –the loaded table was overturned –the tressels were thrown
upon their backs –the tub of punch into the fire-place –and the
ladies into hysterics. Piles of death-furniture floundered about.
Jugs, pitchers, and carboys mingled promiscuously in the melee, and
wicker flagons encountered desperately with bottles of junk. The man
with the horrors was drowned upon the spot-the little stiff
gentleman floated off in his coffin –and the victorious Legs, seizing
by the waist the fat lady in the shroud, rushed out with her into
the street, and made a bee-line for the “Free and Easy,” followed
under easy sail by the redoubtable Hugh Tarpaulin, who, having sneezed
three or four times, panted and puffed after him with the Arch Duchess
Ana-Pest.

-THE END-

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