On the day when he mysteriously disappeared he had come upon a great
hollow, or hole, of about sixty yards in diameter, which appeared to
descend into the very depths of the earth. The sides of the hollow
sloped towards the centre, and were covered with bushes. Noting this,
our romantic friend resolved to explore the spot. He descended
cautiously till he came to a place where the hole had narrowed to about
twenty feet in diameter, and the herbage ceased because of the absence
of the earth to sustain it. Filled with eager curiosity, the reckless
man held on to a branch and stretched his head over the edge of the
hole. He saw nothing but blackness. He soon felt something, however,
for the branch suddenly broke off, and John went headlong down into that
hole!
Then and there he would certainly have paid for his curiosity with his
life, had not a mass of earth, a few feet further down, and against
which he struck, broken his fall in some measure, and shunted him off to
the opposite wall of the rock. This latter proved to be a slope so
steep that it let him slide, like lightning, to the bottom, a depth of
about thirty feet or more, where he was stopped with such violence that
he lay stunned for a considerable time.
Recovering, he found that no bones were broken, and that, indeed, he was
not much damaged considering the violence of the fall; but the
satisfaction and thankfulness that this undoubtedly caused him were
diminished by the fact that he was in total darkness, and at the bottom
of a hole of unknown depth. A feeling of horror rushed over him at the
thought of being thus, as it were, buried alive. Springing up, he felt
all round the walls of his prison for some inequalities or projections,
by which he might climb out, but none such could he find. The place was
like a well of not more than about ten feet wide, with smooth rocky
sides, which were almost perpendicular as far up as he could reach. On
looking upward, he could see the mouth of the hole, through which he had
fallen, glimmering like a little star above him.
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