Without further pause he turned to ascertain the nature of the place
upon which the stairway had debouched. It was a wide and lofty cavern
of Nature's fashioning, except that the walls and the natural
obstructions of the flooring had been rendered smooth and clear by the
hand of man. It was easy to estimate the purposes of this subterranean
abode. There was less imagination in the legends of the old mill than
he had supposed. If the books of his childish reading had any
foundation in their local color this was certainly the den of some
old-time smugglers.
He passed rapidly along the declining passage, and the end of it came
as he expected to find it. It was a cave which opened in the face of
the cliff overlooking the cove, but so ingeniously hidden by Nature
that its presence could never have been even guessed at by any chance
visit from the sea.
He stood at the opening and gazed out upon the already twilit cove. But
he could not see the sea from where he stood; only along the face of
the cliff to his right, down which, zigzagging and winding, a sort of
rough-hewn stairway communicated with the beach below. In front of him
a great projection of rock, as though riven from the main cliff at some
far-off time by the colossal forces of Nature, hid the entire entrance
of the cavern. And so narrow was the space intervening that he could
touch it with an outstretching of his arm. It was a remarkable
hiding-place. Nor did he marvel that he had never heard of it before.
But the rapidly deepening twilight of the cove warned him of the
approach of the hour of his appointment. So he blew out his lantern and
began the descent to the beach nearly fifty feet below.
Within five minutes he was standing in the centre of a patch of golden
sand with the still ebbing water of the cove lapping gently at his feet.
A curious change had come over him. All interest inspired by the
journey through the cavern was entirely gone. Even, for the time, he
had no longer any thought of the purpose for which he was there. His
mind was absorbed in the curious weird of the place, and the dreadful
feeling of overwhelming might bearing in and down upon him.
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