The White Invaders
By Ray Cummings
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Ray Cummings
Ray Cummings (born Raymond King Cummings) (August 30, 1887 – January 23, 1957) was an American author of science fiction literature and comic books. Cummings is identified as one of the "founding fathers" of the science fiction genre. His most highly regarded fictional work was the novel The Girl in the Golden Atom published in 1922, which was a consolidation of a short story by the same name published in 1919 (where Cummings combined the idea of Fitz James O'Brien's The Diamond Lens with H. G. Wells's The Time Machine) and a sequel, The People of the Golden Atom, published in 1920. Before taking book form, several of Cummings's stories appeared serialized in pulp magazines. The first eight chapters of his The Girl in the Golden Atom appeared in All-Story Magazine on March 15, 1919. Ray Cummings wrote in "The Girl in the Golden Atom": "Time . . . is what keeps everything from happening at once", a sentence repeated by scientists such as C. J. Overbeck, and John Archibald Wheeler, and often misattributed to the likes of Einstein or Feynman. Cummings repeated this sentence in several of his novellas. Sources focus on his earlier work, The Time Professor, published in 1921, as its earliest documented usage.
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The White Invaders - Ray Cummings
THE WHITE INVADERS
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Ray Cummings
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER I
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A White Shape in the Moonlight
THE colored boy gazed at Don and me with a look of terror.
But I tell you I seen it!
he insisted. An’ it’s down there now. A ghost! It’s all white an’ shinin’!
Nonsense, Willie,
Don turned to me. I say, Bob, what do you make of this?
I seen it, I tell you,
the boy broke in. It ain’t a mile from here if you want to go look at it.
Don gripped the colored boy whose coffee complexion had taken on a greenish cast with his terror.
Stop saying that, Willie. That’s absolute rot. There’s no such thing as a ghost.
But I seen—
Where?
Over on the north shore. Not far.
What did you see?
Don shook him. Tell us exactly.
A man! I seen a man. He was up on a cliff just by the golf course when I first seen him. I was comin’ along the path down by the Fort Beach an’ I looked up an’ there he was, shinin’ all white in the moonlight. An’ then before I could run, he came floatin’ down at me.
Floating?
Yes. He didn’t walk. He came down through the rocks. I could see the rocks of the cliff right through him.
Don laughed at that. But neither he nor I could set this down as utter nonsense, for within the past week there had been many wild stories of ghosts among the colored people of Bermuda. The Negroes of Bermuda are not unduly superstitious, and certainly they are more intelligent, better educated than most of their race. But the little islands, this past week, were echoing with whispered tales of strange things seen at night. It had been mostly down at the lower end of the comparatively inaccessible Somerset; but now here it was in our own neighborhood.
You’ve got the fever, Willie,
Don laughed. I say, who told you you saw a man walking through rock?
Nobody told me. I seen him. It ain’t far if you—
You think he’s still there?
Maybe so. Mr. Don, he was standin’ still, with his arms folded. I ran, an’—
Let’s go see if he’s there,
I suggested. I’d like to have a look at one of these ghosts.
BUT even as I lightly said it, a queer thrill of fear shot through me. No one can contemplate an encounter with the supernatural without a shudder.
Right you are,
Don exclaimed. What’s the use of theory? Can you lead us to where you saw him, Willie?
Ye-es, of course.
The sixteen-year-old Willie was shaking again. W-what’s that for, Mr. Don?
Don had picked up a shotgun which was standing in a corner of the room.
Ain’t no—no use of that, Mr. Don.
We’ll take it anyway, Willie. Ready, Bob?
A step sounded behind us. Where are you going?
It was Jane Dorrance, Don’s cousin. She stood in the doorway. Her long, filmy white summer dress fell nearly to her ankles. Her black hair was coiled on her head. In her bodice was a single red poinsettia blossom. As she stood motionless, her small slight figure framed against the dark background of the hall, she could have been a painting of an English beauty save for the black hair suggesting the tropics. Her blue-eyed gaze went from Don to me, and then to the gun.
Where are you going?
Willie saw a ghost.
Don grinned. They’ve come from Somerset, Jane. I say, one of them seems to be right here.
Where?
Willie saw it down by the Fort Beach.
To-night?
Yes. Just now. So he says, though it’s all rot, of course.
Oh,
said Jane, and she became silent.
SHE appeared to be barring our way. It seemed to me, too, that the color had left her face, and I wondered vaguely why she was taking it so seriously. That was not like Jane: she was a level-headed girl, not at all the sort to be frightened by Negroes talking of ghosts.
She turned suddenly on Willie. The colored boy had been employed in the Dorrance household since childhood. Jane herself was only seventeen, and she had known Willie here in this same big white stone house, almost from infancy.
Willie, what you saw, was it a—a man?
Yes,
said the boy eagerly. A man. A great big man. All white an’ shinin’.
A man with a hood? Or a helmet? Something like a queer-looking hat on his head, Willie?
Jane!
expostulated Don. What do you mean?
I saw him—saw it,
said Jane nervously.
Good Lord!
I exclaimed. You did? When? Why didn’t you tell us?
I saw it last night.
She smiled faintly. I didn’t want to add to these wild tales. I thought it was my imagination. I had been asleep—I fancy I was dreaming of ghosts anyway.
You saw it—
Don prompted.
Outside my bedroom window. Some time in the middle of the night. The moon was out and the—the man was all white and shining, just as Willie says.
But your bedroom,
I protested. Good Lord, your bedroom is on the upper floor.
But Jane continued soberly, with a sudden queer hush to her voice, It was standing in the air outside my window. I think it had been looking in. When I sat up—I think I had cried out, though none of you heard me evidently—when I sat up, it moved away; walked away. When I got to the window, there was nothing to see.
She smiled again. I decided it was all part of my dream. This morning—well, I was afraid to tell you because I knew you’d laugh at me. So many girls down in Somerset have been imagining things like that.
TO me, this was certainly a new light on the matter. I think that both Don and I, and certainly the police, had vaguely been of the opinion that some very human trickster was at the bottom of all this. Someone, criminal or otherwise, against whom our shotgun would be efficacious. But here was level-headed Jane telling us of a man standing in mid-air peering into her second-floor bedroom, and then walking away. No trickster could accomplish that.
Ain’t we goin’?
Willie demanded. I seen it, but it’ll be gone.
Right enough,
Don exclaimed grimly. Come on, Willie.
He disregarded Jane as he walked to the door, but she clung to him.
I’m coming,
she said obstinately, and snatched a white lace scarf from the hall rack and flung it over her head like a mantilla. Don, may I come?
she added coaxingly.
He gazed at me dubiously. Why, I suppose so,
he said finally. Then he grinned. Certainly no harm is going to come to us from a ghost. Might frighten us to death, but that’s about all a ghost can do, isn’t it?
We left the house. The only other member of the Dorrance household was Jane’s father—the Hon. Arthur Dorrance, M.P. He had been in Hamilton all day, and had not yet returned. It was about nine o’clock of an evening in mid-May. The huge moon rode high in a fleecy sky, illumining the island with a light so bright one could almost read by it.
We’ll walk,
said Don. No use riding, Willie.
No. It’s shorter over the hill. It ain’t far.
WE left our bicycles standing against the front veranda, and, with Willie and Don leading us, we plunged off along the little dirt road of the Dorrance estate. The poinsettia blooms were thick on both sides of us. A lily field, which a month before had been solid white with blossoms, still added its redolence to the perfumed night air. Through the branches of the squat cedar trees, in almost every direction there was water visible—deep purple this night, with a rippled sheen of silver upon it.
We reached the main road, a twisting white ribbon in the moonlight. We followed it for a little distance, around a corkscrew turn, across a tiny causeway where the moonlit water of an inlet lapped against the base of