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I
hurried
back
along
the
way
we
had
come
,
my
torch
in
my
hand
.
"
Here
,
"
said
I
,
pointing
to
some
matches
upon
the
ground
,
"
is
where
we
lit
up
.
"
"
Exactly
.
"
"
Well
,
it
is
marked
as
a
forked
cave
,
and
in
the
darkness
we
passed
the
fork
before
the
torches
were
lit
.
On
the
right
side
as
we
go
out
we
should
find
the
longer
arm
.
"
It
was
as
I
had
said
.
We
had
not
gone
thirty
yards
before
a
great
black
opening
loomed
in
the
wall
.
We
turned
into
it
to
find
that
we
were
in
a
much
larger
passage
than
before
.
Along
it
we
hurried
in
breathless
impatience
for
many
hundreds
of
yards
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
in
the
black
darkness
of
the
arch
in
front
of
us
we
saw
a
gleam
of
dark
red
light
.
We
stared
in
amazement
.
A
sheet
of
steady
flame
seemed
to
cross
the
passage
and
to
bar
our
way
.
We
hastened
towards
it
.
No
sound
,
no
heat
,
no
movement
came
from
it
,
but
still
the
great
luminous
curtain
glowed
before
us
,
silvering
all
the
cave
and
turning
the
sand
to
powdered
jewels
,
until
as
we
drew
closer
it
discovered
a
circular
edge
.
"
The
moon
,
by
George
!
"
cried
Lord
John
.
"
We
are
through
,
boys
!
We
are
through
!
"
It
was
indeed
the
full
moon
which
shone
straight
down
the
aperture
which
opened
upon
the
cliffs
.
It
was
a
small
rift
,
not
larger
than
a
window
,
but
it
was
enough
for
all
our
purposes
.
As
we
craned
our
necks
through
it
we
could
see
that
the
descent
was
not
a
very
difficult
one
,
and
that
the
level
ground
was
no
very
great
way
below
us
.
It
was
no
wonder
that
from
below
we
had
not
observed
the
place
,
as
the
cliffs
curved
overhead
and
an
ascent
at
the
spot
would
have
seemed
so
impossible
as
to
discourage
close
inspection
.
We
satisfied
ourselves
that
with
the
help
of
our
rope
we
could
find
our
way
down
,
and
then
returned
,
rejoicing
,
to
our
camp
to
make
our
preparations
for
the
next
evening
.
What
we
did
we
had
to
do
quickly
and
secretly
,
since
even
at
this
last
hour
the
Indians
might
hold
us
back
.
Our
stores
we
would
leave
behind
us
,
save
only
our
guns
and
cartridges
.
But
Challenger
had
some
unwieldy
stuff
which
he
ardently
desired
to
take
with
him
,
and
one
particular
package
,
of
which
I
may
not
speak
,
which
gave
us
more
labor
than
any
.
Slowly
the
day
passed
,
but
when
the
darkness
fell
we
were
ready
for
our
departure
.
With
much
labor
we
got
our
things
up
the
steps
,
and
then
,
looking
back
,
took
one
last
long
survey
of
that
strange
land
,
soon
I
fear
to
be
vulgarized
,
the
prey
of
hunter
and
prospector
,
but
to
each
of
us
a
dreamland
of
glamour
and
romance
,
a
land
where
we
had
dared
much
,
suffered
much
,
and
learned
much
--
OUR
land
,
as
we
shall
ever
fondly
call
it
.
Along
upon
our
left
the
neighboring
caves
each
threw
out
its
ruddy
cheery
firelight
into
the
gloom
.
From
the
slope
below
us
rose
the
voices
of
the
Indians
as
they
laughed
and
sang
.
Beyond
was
the
long
sweep
of
the
woods
,
and
in
the
center
,
shimmering
vaguely
through
the
gloom
,
was
the
great
lake
,
the
mother
of
strange
monsters
.
Even
as
we
looked
a
high
whickering
cry
,
the
call
of
some
weird
animal
,
rang
clear
out
of
the
darkness
.
It
was
the
very
voice
of
Maple
White
Land
bidding
us
good-bye
.
We
turned
and
plunged
into
the
cave
which
led
to
home
Two
hours
later
,
we
,
our
packages
,
and
all
we
owned
,
were
at
the
foot
of
the
cliff
.
Save
for
Challenger
's
luggage
we
had
never
a
difficulty
.
Leaving
it
all
where
we
descended
,
we
started
at
once
for
Zambo
's
camp
.
In
the
early
morning
we
approached
it
,
but
only
to
find
,
to
our
amazement
,
not
one
fire
but
a
dozen
upon
the
plain
.
The
rescue
party
had
arrived
.
There
were
twenty
Indians
from
the
river
,
with
stakes
,
ropes
,
and
all
that
could
be
useful
for
bridging
the
chasm
.
At
least
we
shall
have
no
difficulty
now
in
carrying
our
packages
,
when
tomorrow
we
begin
to
make
our
way
back
to
the
Amazon
.
And
so
,
in
humble
and
thankful
mood
,
I
close
this
account
.
Our
eyes
have
seen
great
wonders
and
our
souls
are
chastened
by
what
we
have
endured
.
Each
is
in
his
own
way
a
better
and
deeper
man
.
It
may
be
that
when
we
reach
Para
we
shall
stop
to
refit
.
If
we
do
,
this
letter
will
be
a
mail
ahead
.
If
not
,
it
will
reach
London
on
the
very
day
that
I
do
.
In
either
case
,
my
dear
Mr.
McArdle
,
I
hope
very
soon
to
shake
you
by
the
hand
.
