My First Voyage to Southern SeasKingston, William Henry Giles
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My First Voyage to Southern Seas
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Oceania -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
When I had finished my supper I felt very drowsy, but was afraid of
going to sleep till I had ascertained what other beings might have
occupied the cavern. Lighting one of my torches, I was delighted to
find that it burned brightly and steadily. Holding it in one hand,
while I felt my way with my stick with the other, I advanced cautiously
further into the recess. As I could not carry my rifle also, I had left
that leaning against the arch near the fire. The ground was tolerably
smooth, and covered over with sand, and earth, and dirt. To my
surprise, after going a little distance I discovered that the cavern not
only extended straight forward into the rock, but that long galleries
had been excavated right and left within its face, like those in the
rock of Gibraltar, while others branched off again into the interior.
Altogether I was in a very different sort of place to what I wished for,
or to what I expected to find. Still, it was now too late to look out
for an abode of smaller dimensions, and I determined to make the best of
this one. I did not like to be long absent from my fire lest it should
go out, when I might not be able to find the place and my store of
fire-wood. I therefore turned to go back to it. I thought that I
should have no difficulty in finding my way, but I had not gone many
paces before I had to stop and consider whether I was mistaken or not.
The bats, too, considerably annoyed me. Wherever I went they flew
about, knocking against my torch, and almost putting it out. Still, I
did not think it possible that I could have missed my way. I stopped to
reflect. How often I had turned round I could not tell. The horrid
bats had been so constantly attacking me, or rather my torch, and I had
so frequently whisked about in vain attempts to drive them off with my
stick, that I could not help arriving at the very unpleasant conclusion,
that I was unable in the remotest degree to tell in what direction lay
my fire, and what was of very much greater importance, my rifle. The
torches manufactured by the natives will last two hours, but mine I saw
would burn out in a much shorter time, and then I asked myself, In what
condition should I be? It was impossible not to anticipate something
very dreadful. I had heard of people being eaten up by rats in similar
places, and I could not tell what liberties the bats might take with me
in the dark. I remembered having been told all sorts of terrible things
which they were capable of doing. I did not reflect whether they were
likely to be true or not. Then there were serpents in abundance in the
neighbourhood. Of their existence I had had ocular demonstration. But,
besides them, I could not tell what wild beasts might not have their
habitations in the secret recesses of these long deserted mansions.
These thoughts passed very rapidly through my mind. I had no time to
spare in thinking uselessly about the matter. I must decide at once
what course to take.
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