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)
Phelps had alluded to another chamber, of some beauty, to be attained,
at the expense of divers wrenches and abrasions, by a certain tortuous
passage leading out of the vestibule. After diligent search we found a
hole in the floor at one corner, but it seemed to be only a foot or two
deep. Kicking about for some time, with body half in and half out of
the hole, I managed to shift some loose stones, and felt space below.
But the space proved, on experiment, at least as excellent a place of
torment as Phelps's description had been able to do justice to. The
passage doubled back upon itself at once, and twisted here and there
like a corkscrew. Only by obstinate wriggling were we able to worm a
way down to the low cavity at the bottom. Two blind passages started
therefrom, and in one wall was a long, horizontal slit, with some big
place beyond, as we judged from the sound of the stones we threw in.
In various cautious attitudes we inserted ourselves into the slit. The
drop inside, though fearful to anticipate, was a matter of only a few
feet.
The cave we found ourselves in was a sort of double chamber, with
vestiges of a partition across the middle; the whole was some 40 feet
in length. At one end was a pool of water, stagnant at present, or
nearly so. Close by, a low fissure sloped downwards to a vertical hole
or pot that sounded deep; but we could not get near it for the spikes
of stalactite that guarded it on all sides. This chamber, which we
thought must communicate with the series reached by the main passage
from the vestibule, seems to have been hardly ever visited. We heard
a story of a lady's pet dog that had been lost here for a week, and
was not found, although a tempting reward was offered, until a farmer,
who told us the story, explored the corkscrew tunnel leading to this
cave. He found the poor beast shivering on the edge of the slit we
had come in by, afraid to jump. Even the farmer, who thought he knew
all the ramifications of this perplexing cavern, did not seem to have
reached this chamber, the natural ornaments of which showed no trace of
specimen-hunting.
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