The netherworld of Mendip : $b explorations in the great caverns of Somerset, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and elsewhereBaker, Ernest A. (Ernest Albert)
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The netherworld of Mendip : $b explorations in the great caverns of Somerset, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and elsewhere
Baker, Ernest A. (Ernest Albert)
Caves; Mendip Hills (England)
Whilst engaged in this excursion, we had heard the sound of hammering
somewhere away in the heart of the rock. It was our three friends
attempting to break into a promising gallery, which ought to cross
the vestibule of the main cavern and connect the two groups of upper
caves. We were not long in joining them; and now with pick, hammer,
and crowbar we attacked the barrier in force. The chief obstacle was
a great flat rock standing on end across the unexplored opening, and
propped up by a heap of boulders, which we gradually smashed up or
removed to one side. Still the big fellow would not budge, and we
had to sap his foundations by degrees. Yet this huge rock was but a
fragment that had fallen from the edge of a vast and threatening leaf
of rock, which now hung over our heads like a monstrous guillotine. The
upper caves are waterless, and it soon became desirable to send one
of our number to fetch us a drink. Presently we heard a plaintive cry
from the distance: his candle had gone out, and he had forgotten the
matches. Going to the rescue, I found him groping about on a shelf of
rock, 30 feet from the floor, hard by the Spur and Wedge; he had lost
his bearings altogether. On his return, we made another onslaught upon
our rocky adversary, the five of us sitting on his shoulder and pushing
against the wall, whilst our leader waxed grimly facetious as to what
would happen to us if the shock brought down the guillotine. Slowly
and painfully we tilted the mass of rock over, but only a few inches,
leaving just room enough for a thin man to crawl behind. Squirming
eagerly into the opening, I looked under, and was disappointed to see
that, if wide, it was still heaped right to the crown of the arch
by the rubbish flung there long ago by the river. Nevertheless, Mr.
Balch was not dissatisfied. Though parts of these ancient waterways
are choked with débris, it is unlikely, nay impossible, that the main
channels should not remain open. Our day's work had taken us on another
stage in our slow journey. The labour of removing the new obstacle will
be considerable, but the result is sure.
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