The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
We now pushed over to the eastward, but with precisely similar
fortune. After an hour’s scramble, at the risk of breaking our
necks, we discovered that we had merely descended into a vast pit
of black granite, with fine dust at the bottom, and whence the
only egress was by the rugged path in which we had come down.
Toiling again up this path, we now tried the northern edge of the
hill. Here we were obliged to use the greatest possible caution
in our maneuvers, as the least indiscretion would expose us to
the full view of the savages in the village. We crawled along,
therefore, on our hands and knees, and, occasionally, were even
forced to throw ourselves at full length, dragging our bodies
along by means of the shrubbery. In this careful manner we had
proceeded but a little way, when we arrived at a chasm far deeper
than any we had yet seen, and leading directly into the main
gorge. Thus our fears were fully confirmed, and we found
ourselves cut off entirely from access to the world below.
Thoroughly exhausted by our exertions, we made the best of our
way back to the platform, and throwing ourselves upon the bed of
leaves, slept sweetly and soundly for some hours.
For several days after this fruitless search we were occupied in
exploring every part of the summit of the hill, in order to
inform ourselves of its actual resources. We found that it would
afford us no food, with the exception of the unwholesome
filberts, and a rank species of scurvy grass, which grew in a
little patch of not more than four rods square, and would be soon
exhausted. On the fifteenth of February, as near as I can
remember, there was not a blade of this left, and the nuts were
growing scarce; our situation, therefore, could hardly be more
lamentable. {*5} On the sixteenth we again went round the walls
of our prison, in hope of finding some avenue of escape; but to
no purpose. We also descended the chasm in which we had been
overwhelmed, with the faint expectation of discovering, through
this channel, some opening to the main ravine. Here, too, we were
disappointed, although we found and brought up with us a musket.
On the seventeenth we set out with the determination of examining
more thoroughly the chasm of black granite into which we had made
our way in the first search. We remembered that one of the
fissures in the sides of this pit had been but partially looked
into, and we were anxious to explore it, although with no
expectation of discovering here any opening.
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