
The Transition of Juan Romero
The Transition of Juan Romero
by H. P. Lovecraft
Written September 16, 1919
Published in Marginalia, Arkham House, 1944, p. 276-84
Of the events which took place at the Norton Mine on October eighteenth and nineteenth,
1894, I have no desire to speak. A sense of duty to science is all that impels me to recall,
in the last years of my life, scenes and happenings fraught with a terror doubly acute
because I cannot wholly define it. But I believe that before I die I should tell what I know
of the - shall I say transition - of Juan Romero.
My name and origin need not be related to posterity; in fact, I fancy it is better that they
should not be, for when a man suddenly migrates to the States or the Colonies, he leaves
his past behind him. Besides, what I once was is not in the least relevant to my narrative;
save perhaps the fact that during my service in India I was more at home amongst white-
bearded native teachers than amongst my brother-officers. I had delved not a little into
odd Eastern lore when overtaken by the calamities which brought about my new life in
America’s vast West - a life wherein I found it well to accept a name - my present one -
which is very common and carries no meaning.
In the summer and autumn of 1894 I dwelt in the drear expanses of the Cactus
Mountains, employed as a common labourer at the celebrated Norton Mine, whose
discovery by an aged prospector some years before had turned the surrounding region
from a nearly unpeopled waste to a seething cauldron of sordid life. A cavern of gold,
lying deep beneath a mountain lake, had enriched its venerable finder beyond his wildest
dreams, and now formed the seat of extensive tunneling operations on the part of the
corporation to which it had finally been sold. Additional grottoes had been found, and the
yield of yellow metal was exceedingly great; so that a mighty and heterogeneous army of
miners toiled day and night in the numerous passages and rock hollows. The
Superintendent, a Mr. Arthur, often discussed the singularity of the local geological
formations; speculating on the probable extent of the chain of caves, and estimating the
future of the titanic mining enterprises. He considered the auriferous cavities the result of
the action of water, and believed the last of them would soon be opened.
It was not long after my arrival and employment that Juan Romero came to the Norton
Mine. One of the large herd of unkempt Mexicans attracted thither from the neighbouring
country, he at first attracted attention only because of his features; which though plainly
of the Red Indian type, were yet remarkable for their light colour and refined
conformation, being vastly unlike those of the average "greaser" or Piute of the locality.
It is curious that although he differed so widely from the mass of Hispanicised and tribal
Indians, Romero gave not the least impression of Caucasian blood. It was not the
Castilian conquistador or the American pioneer, but the ancient and noble Aztec, whom
imagination called to view when the silent peon would rise in the early morning and gaze