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We
came
upon
another
drove
of
mooncalves
bellowing
up
a
ravine
,
and
then
we
passed
over
a
place
of
sounds
,
sounds
of
beating
machinery
as
if
some
huge
hall
of
industry
came
near
the
surface
there
.
And
while
these
sounds
were
still
about
us
we
came
to
the
edge
of
a
great
open
space
,
perhaps
two
hundred
yards
in
diameter
,
and
perfectly
level
.
Save
for
a
few
lichens
that
advanced
from
its
margin
this
space
was
bare
,
and
presented
a
powdery
surface
of
a
dusty
yellow
colour
.
We
were
afraid
to
strike
out
across
this
space
,
but
as
it
presented
less
obstruction
to
our
crawling
than
the
scrub
,
we
went
down
upon
it
and
began
very
circumspectly
to
skirt
its
edge
.
For
a
little
while
the
noises
from
below
ceased
and
everything
,
save
for
the
faint
stir
of
the
growing
vegetation
,
was
very
still
.
Then
abruptly
there
began
an
uproar
,
louder
,
more
vehement
,
and
nearer
than
any
we
had
so
far
heard
.
Of
a
certainty
it
came
from
below
.
Instinctively
we
crouched
as
flat
as
we
could
,
ready
for
a
prompt
plunge
into
the
thicket
beside
us
.
Each
knock
and
throb
seemed
to
vibrate
through
our
bodies
.
Louder
grew
this
throbbing
and
beating
,
and
that
irregular
vibration
increased
until
the
whole
moon
world
seemed
to
be
jerking
and
pulsing
.
"
Cover
,
"
whispered
Cavor
,
and
I
turned
towards
the
bushes
.
At
that
instant
came
a
thud
like
the
thud
of
a
gun
,
and
then
a
thing
happened
--
it
still
haunts
me
in
my
dreams
.
I
had
turned
my
head
to
look
at
Cavor
's
face
,
and
thrust
out
my
hand
in
front
of
me
as
I
did
so
.
And
my
hand
met
nothing
!
I
plunged
suddenly
into
a
bottomless
hole
!
My
chest
hit
something
hard
,
and
I
found
myself
with
my
chin
on
the
edge
of
an
unfathomable
abyss
that
had
suddenly
opened
beneath
me
,
my
hand
extended
stiffly
into
the
void
.
The
whole
of
that
flat
circular
area
was
no
more
than
a
gigantic
lid
,
that
was
now
sliding
sideways
from
off
the
pit
it
had
covered
into
a
slot
prepared
for
it
.
Had
it
not
been
for
Cavor
I
think
I
should
have
remained
rigid
,
hanging
over
this
margin
and
staring
into
the
enormous
gulf
below
,
until
at
last
the
edges
of
the
slot
scraped
me
off
and
hurled
me
into
its
depths
.
But
Cavor
had
not
received
the
shock
that
had
paralysed
me
.
He
had
been
a
little
distance
from
the
edge
when
the
lid
had
first
opened
,
and
perceiving
the
peril
that
held
me
helpless
,
gripped
my
legs
and
pulled
me
backward
.
I
came
into
a
sitting
position
,
crawled
away
from
the
edge
for
a
space
on
all
fours
,
then
staggered
up
and
ran
after
him
across
the
thundering
,
quivering
sheet
of
metal
.
It
seemed
to
be
swinging
open
with
a
steadily
accelerated
velocity
,
and
the
bushes
in
front
of
me
shifted
sideways
as
I
ran
.
I
was
none
too
soon
.
Cavor
's
back
vanished
amidst
the
bristling
thicket
,
and
as
I
scrambled
up
after
him
,
the
monstrous
valve
came
into
its
position
with
a
clang
.
For
a
long
time
we
lay
panting
,
not
daring
to
approach
the
pit
.
But
at
last
very
cautiously
and
bit
by
bit
we
crept
into
a
position
from
which
we
could
peer
down
.
The
bushes
about
us
creaked
and
waved
with
the
force
of
a
breeze
that
was
blowing
down
the
shaft
.
We
could
see
nothing
at
first
except
smooth
vertical
walls
descending
at
last
into
an
impenetrable
black
.
And
then
very
gradually
we
became
aware
of
a
number
of
very
faint
and
little
lights
going
to
and
fro
.
For
a
time
that
stupendous
gulf
of
mystery
held
us
so
that
we
forgot
even
our
sphere
.
In
time
,
as
we
grew
more
accustomed
to
the
darkness
,
we
could
make
out
very
small
,
dim
,
elusive
shapes
moving
about
among
those
needle-point
illuminations
.
We
peered
amazed
and
incredulous
,
understanding
so
little
that
we
could
find
no
words
to
say
.
We
could
distinguish
nothing
that
would
give
us
a
clue
to
the
meaning
of
the
faint
shapes
we
saw
.
"
What
can
it
be
?
"
I
asked
;
"
what
can
it
be
?
"
