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Lost in the Bowels of the Earth

           Whathumanpowercouldrestoremetothelightofthesunbyrendingasunderthehugearchesofrockwhichunitedovermyhead,buttressingeachotherwithimpregnablestrength?Whocouldplacemyfeetontherightpath,andbringmebacktomycompany?

           "Oh,myuncle!"burstfrommylipsinthetoneofdespair.

           Itwasmyonlywordofreproach,forIknewhowmuchhemustbesufferinginseekingme,whereverhemightbe.

           WhenIsawmyselfthusfarremovedfromallearthlyhelpIhadrecoursetoheavenlysuccour.Theremembranceofmychildhood,therecollectionofmymother,whomIhadonlyknowninmytenderearlyyears,camebacktome,andIkneltinprayerimploringfortheDivinehelpofwhichIwassolittleworthy.

           ThisreturnoftrustinGod’sprovidenceallayedtheturbulenceofmyfears,andIwasenabledtoconcentrateuponmysituationalltheforceofmyintelligence.

           Ihadthreedays’provisionswithmeandmyflaskwasfull.ButIcouldnotremainaloneforlong.ShouldIgoupordown?

           Up,ofcourse;upcontinually.

           ImustthusarriveatthepointwhereIhadleftthestream,thatfatalturnintheroad.Withthestreamatmyfeet,ImighthopetoregainthesummitofSnæfell.

           WhyhadInotthoughtofthatsooner?Herewasevidentlyachanceofsafety.ThemostpressingdutywastofindoutagainthecourseoftheHansbach.

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