King Solomon's Mines eBook

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With a gasp of hope we pushed on.  In five minutes there was no longer any doubt; it was a patch of faint light.  A minute more and a breath of real live air was fanning us.  On we struggled.  All at once the tunnel narrowed.  Sir Henry went on his knees.  Smaller yet it grew, till it was only the size of a large fox’s earth—­it was earth now, mind you; the rock had ceased.

A squeeze, a struggle, and Sir Henry was out, and so was Good, and so was I, dragging Foulata’s basket after me; and there above us were the blessed stars, and in our nostrils was the sweet air.  Then suddenly something gave, and we were all rolling over and over and over through grass and bushes and soft, wet soil.

The basket caught in something and I stopped.  Sitting up I halloed lustily.  An answering shout came from below, where Sir Henry’s wild career had been checked by some level ground.  I scrambled to him, and found him unhurt, though breathless.  Then we looked for Good.  A little way off we discovered him also, hammed in a forked root.  He was a good deal knocked about, but soon came to himself.

We sat down together, there on the grass, and the revulsion of feeling was so great that really I think we cried with joy.  We had escaped from that awful dungeon, which was so near to becoming our grave.  Surely some merciful Power guided our footsteps to the jackal hole, for that is what it must have been, at the termination of the tunnel.  And see, yonder on the mountains the dawn we had never thought to look upon again was blushing rosy red.

Presently the grey light stole down the slopes, and we saw that we were at the bottom, or rather, nearly at the bottom, of the vast pit in front of the entrance to the cave.  Now we could make out the dim forms of the three Colossi who sat upon its verge.  Doubtless those awful passages, along which we had wandered the livelong night, had been originally in some way connected with the great diamond mine.  As for the subterranean river in the bowels of the mountain, Heaven only knows what it is, or whence it flows, or whither it goes.  I, for one, have no anxiety to trace its course.

Lighter it grew, and lighter yet.  We could see each other now, and such a spectacle as we presented I have never set eyes on before or since.  Gaunt-cheeked, hollow-eyed wretches, smeared all over with dust and mud, bruised, bleeding, the long fear of imminent death yet written on our countenances, we were, indeed, a sight to frighten the daylight.  And yet it is a solemn fact that Good’s eye-glass was still fixed in Good’s eye.  I doubt whether he had ever taken it out at all.  Neither the darkness, nor the plunge in the subterranean river, nor the roll down the slope, had been able to separate Good and his eye-glass.

Presently we rose, fearing that our limbs would stiffen if we stopped there longer, and commenced with slow and painful steps to struggle up the sloping sides of the great pit.  For an hour or more we toiled steadfastly up the blue clay, dragging ourselves on by the help of the roots and grasses with which it was clothed.  But now I had no more thought of leaving the basket; indeed, nothing but death should have parted us.

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