Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
The storm was every moment increasing, and the party were by this time
anxious to obtain a shelter. They had advanced considerably up the
hill. Musaood had taken care to be informed of the exact locality of
the cavern, to which he led the way, the prince and his companions
following. The ascent was rather steep, and, from there being no
regular pathway, not easy to climb. Their anxiety to escape from the
pelting of the storm enabled them to overcome all impediments.
They had fastened their horses under trees in a small glen at the
hill’s base, as the ascent was too steep to render the attempt on
horseback practicable. After about a quarter of an hour’s toil they
reached a natural recess in the mountain, within which was the entrance
to a cave, no doubt the same that had been described to Musaood. The
opening was low, and so narrow that not more than one person could
squeeze in at a time. It was about four feet high, and scarcely more
than two wide. Within the darkness was so intense, that the eye
could not penetrate to the extremity. Scarcely was the party safely
sheltered, when the hurricane poured down with prodigious fury. The
rain fell in a confluent stream, forming little cataracts, which
gushed over the slope of the hill between the rocks, adding to the
rush and roar of the tempest. The entire horizon appeared every moment
illumined, and the lightning streamed like a fiery deluge upon the
earth. There was the least imaginable pause between the flashes. A
large tree in front of the cavern was struck, the trunk severed from
the root, as if cleft with an axe by an omnipotent arm, and it fell
with an awful crash down the side of the mountain. The thunder rolled
with scarcely an interval between the peals, and occasionally burst
with such deafening crashes, that the ear could not endure the sound
without a positive sensation of pain. Snakes and other reptiles were
washed from their coverts, and crawled for shelter into the cavern, as
if awed by the fierce convulsion of the elements. They exhibited no
signs of reluctance at the propinquity of human beings, of whom they
have an instinctive fear, but appeared as if they had laid aside their
natural instincts under the terrors by which they were assailed. The
savage cobra closed its hood and slunk into a corner of the cavern, as
if glad to hide itself from the terrors of the storm. After a while,
the lightning flashed less continuously; there were longer intervals
between the peals of thunder; it became gradually more remote, and at
length the sun glimmered through the clouds, which, rapidly dissipating
before its beams, left a beautiful expanse of clear blue sky above the
hill.
The gloom of the cavern had now considerably abated, though nothing was
distinctly perceptible at the extremity.
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