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Lost in the Bowels of the Earth

           Everyinstantitseemedabouttovanishandthedenseblacknesstocomerollinginpalpablyuponme.

           Onelasttremblingglimmershotfeeblyup.Iwatcheditintremblingandanxiety;IdrankitinasifIcouldpreserveit,concentratinguponitthefullpowerofmyeyes,asupontheverylastsensationoflightwhichtheywereevertoexperience,andthenextmomentIlayintheheavygloomofdeep,thick,unfathomabledarkness.

           Aterriblecryofanguishburstfromme.Uponearth,inthemidstofthedarkestnight,lightneverabdicatesitsfunctionsaltogether.Itisstillsubtleanddiffusive,butwhateverlittletheremaybe,theeyestillcatchesthatlittle.Heretherewasnotanatom;thetotaldarknessmademetotallyblind.

           ThenIbegantolosemyhead.Iarosewithmyarmsstretchedoutbeforeme,attemptingpainfullytofeelmyway.Ibegantorunwildly,hurryingthroughtheinextricablemaze,stilldescending,stillrunningthroughthesubstanceoftheearth’sthickcrust,astrugglingdenizenofgeological‘faults,’crying,shouting,yelling,soonbruisedbycontactwiththejaggedrock,fallingandrisingagainbleeding,tryingtodrinkthebloodwhichcoveredmyface,andevenwaitingforsomerocktoshattermyskullagainst.

           Ishallneverknowwhithermymadcareertookme.Afterthelapseofsomehours,nodoubtexhausted,Ifelllikealifelesslumpatthefootofthewall,andlostallconsciousness.

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