English fiction -- 19th century; Walker, Robert, 1710-1802
alarmed, thinking that _he_, who, I soon recollected, had no right to
poor Gawen, had flown off with him bodily! At last I heard his voice
from below feebly calling on me to help him, and then found that he had
fallen into a deep and unsuspected cavern, and was unable to get out
without my assistance. I descended carefully to the place where he was
lying, and found him not at all hurt; but he trembled exceedingly, and
putting his hand to his mouth as a signal for my silence, he pointed to
an object below, which put me at once into as great a fright as himself.
We could both see distinctly a faint glimmering of light, though far
beneath us; and as we held our breaths from very terror, sometimes
fancied we could hear the sound of human voices in the very bowels of the
hills. At last our doubts were changed into certainty; and gathering
courage by the assurance that the sounds which we heard were not
_inhuman_, our curiosity began to get the better of our fears, and we
quietly worked our way downwards among the rocks and closely-woven
bushes, till the light grew brighter, and the sounds fell more distinctly
on our ears. At last a sight burst upon us which astonished us both not
a little. Stepping quietly down upon a jutting projection of rock, we
obtained the full view of a large cavern, evidently the old working of a
slate-mine which had been long deserted, and the entrance to which (at
the opposite end from where we stood) had been almost forgotten even by
the natives. The hills thereabouts are, in fact, full of such old
workings. There, round a large fire, which answered the purpose both of
light and heat, we saw arranged a large circle of men, some standing,
some leaning against the rocks, and some sitting round the fire, while
one stood in the middle addressing them with great earnestness, and much
and very graceful action. I immediately recognized the orator as one
whom I had seen before, and much surprised and grieved was I to see him
under such circumstances. Have you any idea, sir, who he was?”
“Not in the least,” said I.
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