Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 683: January 27, 1877Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 683: January 27, 1877
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Determined at once to alter this state of affairs, I adopted what,
with my sensitiveness to giddiness, was certainly a bold measure.
Requesting that the rope might be fastened about my waist, I directed
my companions to lower me to the spot in which I asserted that I had
seen the minister. Reassured by the confidence implied in this step,
the men obeyed; and accordingly, I shortly found myself swinging within
that awful chasm, with the rope vibrating to and fro, and a deafening
roar coming up from beneath. Presently my feet touched the slanting
granite shelf described in the previous chapter, and immediately I felt
them slip from under me; then, as the rope paid out with a jerk, I slid
downwards through a narrow opening into a minute cave in the rock, and
lay there for a few moments stunned by the violence of a blow which my
head had received in the fall. Upon recovering consciousness, I found
myself resting upon the body of my friend; and moving so as to obtain
a view of his face, I soon discovered why there had been no reply to
our reiterated calls.
The little minister--I saw it with deep thankfulness--was still
alive, but his ears had been rendered obtuse by the delirium of a
raging fever. His eyes, wide open, were fixed upon the roof of the
tiny cavern, and though, upon my addressing him, they wandered during
several seconds over my countenance, it was without the slightest sign
of recognition. He commenced a rigmarole of rambling disconnected
sentences, at all times painful to hear from the lips of the poor
sufferer from a perturbed brain, but which, uttered in that weird and
awful place, was naturally invested with double horror. My fingers
trembling in the attempt, I now hastened to undo the rope from about my
own person, in order that I might secure it round that of Mr Morgan.
But owing to the opposition offered by the unconscious man, the task
proved to be one of no small difficulty. At length, however, it was
accomplished; and signing to those above to draw in the rope, I gently
guided the body of the little Welshman through the entrance to the
cavern, noticing as I did so that his right leg was fractured and
terribly swollen. Not caring to witness the perilous ascent, I remained
within the cave until a loud 'Hurrah!' proclaimed his safe arrival upon
_terra firma_. Then scrambling out, I watched the rope re-descending,
once more adjusted it round my waist, and in a few moments afterwards
was kneeling by my friend's side upon the grass, and at the request of
the excited fishermen, searching his pockets for the huge wash-leather
purse of which I had spoken to them.
Its absence, as well as that of his watch and chain, appeared to settle
beyond question in their minds the fact that there had been foul-play;
and a motion emanating from one of their number that we should take
the law into our own hands, and proceed to arrest the farmer and his
family, was unanimously carried.
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