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“The Humming” by James Tate 🇺🇸 (8 Dec 19438 Jul 2015)
I had rented a little cabin on the lake. It was peaceful and beautiful there, but there was very little to do, which suited me fine. Moose came in the early morning to bathe and drink and at night skunks rooted around for garbage. Mostly I sat on the porch and read, though occasionally I would take out a canoe and paddle around the lake. One day when I was doing this I thought I spotted a dead man on the bottom of the lake. When I got back to the cabin I called the sheriff. He came over immediately and paddled out with me. He looked over the sides and said it was just my reflection in the water. I said, “Are you sure?” He looked again and said he was. I was terribly embarrassed. We rowed back to the shore and I offered him some hot chocolate. He thanked me but said he had better get back to the station. I sat on the porch and read the rest of the afternoon. That evening I built a fire in the fireplace and, just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone yelling outside. I jumped up and ran to the door. The yelling seemed to be coming from the middle of the lake. I ran outside. Now it was more like a deep humming, and I didn’t know where it was coming from. Actually, it was rather pleasant. I stood there for a few moments just listening to it. It made me want to dance. Maybe it was the fish that were humming. That’s quite a thought. I left the cabin and started walking around the lake, but the sound wasn’t coming from there. It was coming from the forest. I started to walk in there, but it was night, I couldn’t go far. I took a few tentative steps at first, then my eyes started to adjust, and I took a few more. I heard every sort of sound: barks, wheezes, snorts, growls. But beneath it all there was still the humming. I wanted to find its source, so I kept walking. I was deep in the forest when I realized I had forgotten to mark my way. I’d find my way back somehow. I spotted a toad. I thought the humming was coming from him. I picked him up and put him next to my ear. His tongue darted out. I felt it deep within my ear. The humming stopped. He’d caught a fly. I dropped the toad and turned around. Faced with complete blackness, I dropped to the ground and fell asleep.