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We
stared
with
all
our
eyes
,
and
there
,
yes
,
there
,
far
ahead
of
us
,
was
a
faint
,
glimmering
spot
,
no
larger
than
a
cottage
window
pane
.
It
was
so
faint
that
I
doubt
if
any
eyes
,
except
those
which
,
like
ours
,
had
for
days
seen
nothing
but
blackness
,
could
have
perceived
it
at
all
.
With
a
gasp
of
hope
we
pushed
on
.
In
five
minutes
there
was
no
longer
any
doubt
;
it
was
a
patch
of
faint
light
.
A
minute
more
and
a
breath
of
real
live
air
was
fanning
us
.
On
we
struggled
.
All
at
once
the
tunnel
narrowed
.
Sir
Henry
went
on
his
knees
.
Smaller
yet
it
grew
,
till
it
was
only
the
size
of
a
large
fox
's
earth
--
it
was
earth
now
,
mind
you
;
the
rock
had
ceased
.
A
squeeze
,
a
struggle
,
and
Sir
Henry
was
out
,
and
so
was
Good
,
and
so
was
I
,
dragging
Foulata
's
basket
after
me
;
and
there
above
us
were
the
blessed
stars
,
and
in
our
nostrils
was
the
sweet
air
.
Then
suddenly
something
gave
,
and
we
were
all
rolling
over
and
over
and
over
through
grass
and
bushes
and
soft
,
wet
soil
.
The
basket
caught
in
something
and
I
stopped
.
Sitting
up
I
halloed
lustily
.
An
answering
shout
came
from
below
,
where
Sir
Henry
's
wild
career
had
been
checked
by
some
level
ground
.
I
scrambled
to
him
,
and
found
him
unhurt
,
though
breathless
.
Then
we
looked
for
Good
.
A
little
way
off
we
discovered
him
also
,
hammed
in
a
forked
root
.
He
was
a
good
deal
knocked
about
,
but
soon
came
to
himself
.
We
sat
down
together
,
there
on
the
grass
,
and
the
revulsion
of
feeling
was
so
great
that
really
I
think
we
cried
with
joy
.
We
had
escaped
from
that
awful
dungeon
,
which
was
so
near
to
becoming
our
grave
.
Surely
some
merciful
Power
guided
our
footsteps
to
the
jackal
hole
,
for
that
is
what
it
must
have
been
,
at
the
termination
of
the
tunnel
.
And
see
,
yonder
on
the
mountains
the
dawn
we
had
never
thought
to
look
upon
again
was
blushing
rosy
red
.
Presently
the
grey
light
stole
down
the
slopes
,
and
we
saw
that
we
were
at
the
bottom
,
or
rather
,
nearly
at
the
bottom
,
of
the
vast
pit
in
front
of
the
entrance
to
the
cave
.
Now
we
could
make
out
the
dim
forms
of
the
three
Colossi
who
sat
upon
its
verge
.
Doubtless
those
awful
passages
,
along
which
we
had
wandered
the
livelong
night
,
had
been
originally
in
some
way
connected
with
the
great
diamond
mine
.
As
for
the
subterranean
river
in
the
bowels
of
the
mountain
,
Heaven
only
knows
what
it
is
,
or
whence
it
flows
,
or
whither
it
goes
.
I
,
for
one
,
have
no
anxiety
to
trace
its
course
.
Lighter
it
grew
,
and
lighter
yet
.
We
could
see
each
other
now
,
and
such
a
spectacle
as
we
presented
I
have
never
set
eyes
on
before
or
since
.
Gaunt-cheeked
,
hollow-eyed
wretches
,
smeared
all
over
with
dust
and
mud
,
bruised
,
bleeding
,
the
long
fear
of
imminent
death
yet
written
on
our
countenances
,
we
were
,
indeed
,
a
sight
to
frighten
the
daylight
.
And
yet
it
is
a
solemn
fact
that
Good
's
eye-glass
was
still
fixed
in
Good
's
eye
.
I
doubt
whether
he
had
ever
taken
it
out
at
all
.
Neither
the
darkness
,
nor
the
plunge
in
the
subterranean
river
,
nor
the
roll
down
the
slope
,
had
been
able
to
separate
Good
and
his
eye-glass
.
Presently
we
rose
,
fearing
that
our
limbs
would
stiffen
if
we
stopped
there
longer
,
and
commenced
with
slow
and
painful
steps
to
struggle
up
the
sloping
sides
of
the
great
pit
.
For
an
hour
or
more
we
toiled
steadfastly
up
the
blue
clay
,
dragging
ourselves
on
by
the
help
of
the
roots
and
grasses
with
which
it
was
clothed
.
But
now
I
had
no
more
thought
of
leaving
the
basket
;
indeed
,
nothing
but
death
should
have
parted
us
.
At
last
it
was
done
,
and
we
stood
by
the
great
road
,
on
that
side
of
the
pit
which
is
opposite
to
the
Colossi
.
