Uncle Bernac eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about Uncle Bernac.

I found that we were in a subterranean tunnel, which appeared to extend into the bowels of the earth.  It was so high that I could stand erect with ease, and the old lichen-blotched stones which lined the walls told of its great age.  At the spot where we stood the ceiling had fallen in and the original passage been blocked, but a cutting had been made from this point through the chalk to form the narrow burrow along which we had come.  This cutting appeared to be quite recent, for a mound of debris and some trenching tools were still lying in the passage.  My companion, taper in hand, started off down the tunnel, and I followed at his heels, stepping over the great stones which had fallen from the roof or the walls, and now obstructed the path.

‘Well,’ said he, grinning at me over his shoulder, ’have you ever seen anything like this in England?’

‘Never,’ I answered.

’These are the precautions and devices which men adopted in rough days long ago.  Now that rough days have come again, they are very useful to those who know of such places.’

‘Whither does it lead, then?’ I asked.

‘To this,’ said he, stopping before an old wooden door, powerfully clamped with iron.  He fumbled with the metal-work, keeping himself between me and it, so that I could not see what he was doing.  There was a sharp snick, and the door revolved slowly upon its hinges.  Within there was a steep flight of time-worn steps leading upwards.  He motioned me on, and closed the door behind us.  At the head of the stair there was a second wooden gate, which he opened in a similar manner.

I had been dazed before ever I came into the chalk pit, but now, at this succession of incidents, I began to rub my eyes and ask myself whether this was young Louis de Laval, late of Ashford, in Kent, or whether it was some dream of the adventures of a hero of Pigault Lebrun.  These massive moss-grown arches and mighty iron-clamped doors were, indeed, like the dim shadowy background of a vision; but the guttering taper, my sodden bundle, and all the sordid details of my disarranged toilet assured me only too clearly of their reality.  Above all, the swift, brisk, business-like manner of my companion, and his occasional abrupt remarks, brought my fancies back to the ground once more.  He held the door open for me now, and closed it again when I had passed through.

We found ourselves in a long vaulted corridor, with a stone-flagged floor, and a dim oil lamp burning at the further end.  Two iron-barred windows showed that we had come above the earth’s surface once more.  Down this corridor we passed, and then through several passages and up a short winding stair.  At the head of it was an open door, which led into a small but comfortable bedroom.

‘I presume that this will satisfy your wants for to-night,’ said he.

I asked for nothing better than to throw myself down, damp clothes and all, upon that snowy coverlet; but for the instant my curiosity overcame my fatigue.

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