Zealia B. Bishop, The curse of Yig (1929)
“ Certainly, there was distinctly audible within the cabin such a sound as he had described. Audrey tried to analyze it, and was impressed with some element at once horrible and familiar, which hovered just outside the rim of her memory. And beyond it all, waking a hideous thought, the monotonous beating of the distant tom-toms came incessantly across the black plains on which a cloudy half-moon had set."Walker—s'pose it's—the—the—curse o' Yig?"She could feel him tremble."No, gal, I don't reckon he comes thataway. He's shapen like a man, except ye look at him clost. ”
