Then the man grew pale and making the sign of the cross, he leaned toward me, murmuring in a faint voice: “It is the shipwrecked ones who are there, under the stones, down there. It is they who dance in the moonlight on the shore of the dead (‘Trépassés’). It is they who put the slippery seaweed on the little rock, down there, in order to make travelers slip, and then they drag them to the bottom of the sea.” Then, looking me in the eyes, he said: “Will you go down all the same?” “Yes, certainly, Père Lucas, I will go down at once.” My little boy was building forts and castles on the sand with Félicie. Only Claude was with me. He did not say a word, knowing my unbridled desire to meet danger. He looked to see if the belt was properly fastened, and asked my permission to tie the tongue of the belt firmly, then he passed a strong cord several times around to strengthen the leather, and I was let down, suspended by the rope in the blackness of the _crevasse_. I extended my arms to the right and the left, as the guardian had told me to do, and even then I got my elbows scraped. At first I thought that the noise I heard was the reverberation of the echo of the blows of the wooden shoes against the edges of the _crevasse_ but suddenly a frightful din filled my ears: successive firings of cannon, strident, ringing, crackings of a whip, plaintive howlings and repeated monotonous cries as of a hundred fishermen drawing up a net filled with fish, seaweed, and pebbles. All the noises mingled under the mad violence of the wind. I became furious with myself, for I was really afraid. The lower I went, the louder the howlings became in my ears and my brain; and my heart beat the order of retreat. The wind swept through the narrow tunnel and blew in all directions round my legs, my body, my neck. A horrible fear took possession of me. I descended slowly and at each little shock I felt that the four hands holding me above had come to a knot. I tried to remember the number of knots, for it seemed to me that I was making no progress. Then, filled with terror, I opened my mouth to call out to be drawn up again, but the wind, which danced in mad folly around me, filled my mouth and drove back the words. I was nearly suffocated. Then I shut my eyes and ceased to struggle. I would not even put out my arms. A few moments after I pulled up my legs in unspeakable terror. The sea had just seized them in a brutal embrace which had wet me through. However, I recovered courage, for now I could see clearly. I stretched out my legs and found myself upright on the little rock. It is true it was very slippery. I took hold of a large ring fixed in the vault which overhung the rock and looked round. The long and narrow _crevasse_ grew suddenly larger at its base and terminated in a large grotto which looked out over the open sea; but the entrance of this grotto was protected by a quantity of both large and small rocks which could be seen for a distance of a league in front on