Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.Shaw, Catharine
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Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.
Shaw, Catharine
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
They wandered on and on, the light from their tapers illuminating the
wonderful caverns, and the boys were full of interest and enjoyment,
while my eyes watched the quickly-lessening candles.
"You told me the Guide-book spoke of evil beasts," said Edred mockingly,
"but I don't see a sign of them, and this place is like a fairy palace."
"I wish we were going out towards the light," said Alwin; "we have been
going inwards so long, and I am sure we shall lose our way, there are
such numbers of turnings."
"No fear," answered the other, "I can tell which way we are going; you
have not a grain of sense. Alwin!"
Alwin sighed, "I'm afraid I am stupid, but I did hear a noise just now,
and I have seen several shadows that I can't account for."
Did Edred look round nervously, or was it my fancy? The lights burned
lower still, but the boys were too intent to notice.
"I am tired," said Alwin, "let us rest."
Edred glanced at him, and seemed to consider. "Well," he said, "I dare
say we shall reach the end the sooner for a little rest; and I want to
look right down the abyss which they say is to be found there; so let us
sit down here."
Alwin willingly consented, but he suddenly started from his seat again.
"They say," he exclaimed, "that there is a mysterious drowsiness which
creeps over people in this cavern. Can we be falling into that, think
you?"
"Nonsense," answered Edred, "this is only ordinary fatigue, five
minutes' sleep will revive us, and we shall be as fresh as ever."
Already they had set down their candles near them; and as they leaned
back against the rocky sides of the cavern a strain of music, soft and
dreamy, filled the air, and they slept.
* * * * *
Long I watched, and would willingly have waked them, but that I found
myself spell-bound. I was unable to speak or move. I could only look;
and as I looked, the weird, dreamy music continued to lull them into
deeper slumber, while their little lights burned lower and lower, and
then slowly flickered out, and they were left in dense darkness.
Then the music seemed to change into a new key, and my fancy made me
think it sounded like the distant cries of some in dire distress. The
miserable moan seemed to disturb the sleepers, for I heard an
exclamation of dismay, and Alwin's voice said, in a tone of horror,
"Edred! Edred! where are we? our lights are gone out!" Edred seemed to
be only half awake, and he grumbled an impatient answer; but Alwin shook
him with a despairing cry.
"What is it?" said Edred, now thoroughly roused.
"We are in darkness; we shall never find our way out. Oh, what shall we
do, Edred?"
"I do not know, I am sure," said Edred; "but we had better turn the way
we came."
"But which way?" said the other.
"This, to be sure," said Edred, beginning to grope his way along.
"But there were numbers of turnings, Edred," said Alwin reproachfully;
"and the Guide-book----"
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