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Then
whack
and
he
was
hanging
to
my
arm
--
and
no
heavier
than
a
kitten
!
I
lugged
him
up
until
he
had
a
hand
on
my
ledge
,
and
could
release
me
.
"
Confound
it
!
"
I
said
,
"
any
one
could
be
a
mountaineer
on
the
moon
;
"
and
so
set
myself
in
earnest
to
the
climbing
.
For
a
few
minutes
I
clambered
steadily
,
and
then
I
looked
up
again
.
The
cleft
opened
out
steadily
,
and
the
light
was
brighter
.
Only
--
It
was
not
daylight
after
all
.
In
another
moment
I
could
see
what
it
was
,
and
at
the
sight
I
could
have
beaten
my
head
against
the
rocks
with
disappointment
.
For
I
beheld
simply
an
irregularly
sloping
open
space
,
and
all
over
its
slanting
floor
stood
a
forest
of
little
club-shaped
fungi
,
each
shining
gloriously
with
that
pinkish
silvery
light
.
For
a
moment
I
stared
at
their
soft
radiance
,
then
sprang
forward
and
upward
among
them
.
I
plucked
up
half
a
dozen
and
flung
them
against
the
rocks
,
and
then
sat
down
,
laughing
bitterly
,
as
Cavor
's
ruddy
face
came
into
view
.
"
It
's
phosphorescence
again
!
"
I
said
.
"
No
need
to
hurry
.
Sit
down
and
make
yourself
at
home
.
"
And
as
he
spluttered
over
our
disappointment
,
I
began
to
lob
more
of
these
growths
into
the
cleft
.
"
I
thought
it
was
daylight
,
"
he
said
.
"
Daylight
!
"
cried
I.
"
Daybreak
,
sunset
,
clouds
,
and
windy
skies
!
Shall
we
ever
see
such
things
again
?
"
As
I
spoke
,
a
little
picture
of
our
world
seemed
to
rise
before
me
,
bright
and
little
and
clear
,
like
the
background
of
some
old
Italian
picture
.
"
The
sky
that
changes
,
and
the
sea
that
changes
,
and
the
hills
and
the
green
trees
and
the
towns
and
cities
shining
in
the
sun
.
Think
of
a
wet
roof
at
sunset
,
Cavor
!
Think
of
the
windows
of
a
westward
house
!
"
He
made
no
answer
.
"
Here
we
are
burrowing
in
this
beastly
world
that
is
n't
a
world
,
with
its
inky
ocean
hidden
in
some
abominable
blackness
below
,
and
outside
that
torrid
day
and
that
death
stillness
of
night
.
And
all
these
things
that
are
chasing
us
now
,
beastly
men
of
leather
--
insect
men
,
that
come
out
of
a
nightmare
!
After
all
,
they
're
right
!
What
business
have
we
here
smashing
them
and
disturbing
their
world
!
For
all
we
know
the
whole
planet
is
up
and
after
us
already
.
In
a
minute
we
may
hear
them
whimpering
,
and
their
gongs
going
.
What
are
we
to
do
?
Where
are
we
to
go
?
Here
we
are
as
comfortable
as
snakes
from
Jamrach
's
loose
in
a
Surbiton
villa
!
"
