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Chapter 11 — The Mooncalf Pastures

           Butatlastverycautiouslyandbitbybitwecreptintoapositionfromwhichwecouldpeerdown.Thebushesaboutuscreakedandwavedwiththeforceofabreezethatwasblowingdowntheshaft.Wecouldseenothingatfirstexceptsmoothverticalwallsdescendingatlastintoanimpenetrableblack.Andthenverygraduallywebecameawareofanumberofveryfaintandlittlelightsgoingtoandfro.

           Foratimethatstupendousgulfofmysteryheldussothatweforgotevenoursphere.Intime,aswegrewmoreaccustomedtothedarkness,wecouldmakeoutverysmall,dim,elusiveshapesmovingaboutamongthoseneedle-pointilluminations.Wepeeredamazedandincredulous,understandingsolittlethatwecouldfindnowordstosay.Wecoulddistinguishnothingthatwouldgiveusacluetothemeaningofthefaintshapeswesaw.

           “Whatcanitbe?”Iasked;“whatcanitbe?”

           “Theengineering!...Theymustliveinthesecavernsduringthenight,andcomeoutduringtheday.”

           “Cavor!”Isaid.“Cantheybe—that—itwassomethinglike—men?”

           “Thatwasnotaman.”

           “Wedarerisknothing!”

           “Wedaredonothinguntilwefindthesphere!”

           “Wecandonothinguntilwefindthesphere.”

           Heassentedwithagroanandstirredhimselftomove.Hestaredabouthimforaspace,sighed,andindicatedadirection.Westruckoutthroughthejungle.Foratimewecrawledresolutely,thenwithdiminishingvigour.Presentlyamonggreatshapesofflabbypurpletherecameanoiseoftramplingandcriesaboutus.Welayclose,andforalongtimethesoundswenttoandfroandverynear.

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