Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
But no answer came to my prayer: only silence, a great and terrible
silence, filled the place. Nevertheless, my prayer gave me hope. If God
lived, I reflected, I was in His keeping here in the bowels of the earth
as truly as if I was aboveground. This feeling put new heart into me,
and I determined to make another effort.
I had now no knowledge concerning the levels I had explored, but I kept
on praying for guidance, and ere long I found myself in another tunnel,
although whither it led I no more knew than a child but last night born.
I could not help reflecting, however, that the air grew purer, and
presently I put my foot in a pool of water. Giving no time to reflection
as to whence this water came, I knelt down and took a long deep draught,
and immediately I felt a new man. A great confidence possessed me, the
hideous time which I had been passing lost much of its terrors, and
while I was still in black darkness, I felt sure I was moving towards
the light.
I therefore pressed onward, feeling the air grow purer and purer at each
step, and then I fancied that, instead of gazing into black darkness, I
saw a darkness that was grey. I held my hand before me, and thought I
could see my fingers move. This inspired me with still greater hope,
and after a time my hope became a certainty. I could even see the sides
of the tunnel in which I walked. A few minutes later a streak of light,
very small but very distinct, reached me. I realized, moreover, that a
little stream of water trickled along the bed of the tunnel in which I
walked, and ere long I saw what appeared to me to be a small hole which
let in the light.
At this time my heart filled with a great joy, and in spite of my
weakness I shouted aloud for joy. I bethought me of the psalms which I
had heard the Puritans sing: "_Such as sit in darkness and in the shadow
of death, being bound in affliction and iron; they fell down and there
was none to help; then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He
saved them out of their distress._"
Never surely did man thank God as I thanked Him then, and when, a little
later, I crept out of the level through a hole scarce big enough for a
man to drag his body through, I could scarce breathe for very joy. I
heard the birds singing, and looking above me I saw the sunlight
piercing the leaves of the trees. Then I think I fainted, for I remember
falling down, while all became dark again.
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