The Purple Cloud eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 363 pages of information about The Purple Cloud.

The Purple Cloud eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 363 pages of information about The Purple Cloud.
also long:  but if I paused and looked behind—­I saw, I saw.  Man’s notion of a Heaven, a Paradise, reserved for the spirits of the good, clearly arose from impressions which the earth made upon his mind:  for no Paradise can be fairer than this; just as his notion of a Hell arose from the squalid mess into which his own foolish habits of thought and action turned this Paradise.  At least, so it struck me then:  and, thinking it, there was a hiss in my breath, as I went up into what more and more acquired the character of a mountain pass, with points of almost Alpine savagery:  for after I had skirted the edge of a deep glen on the left, the slopes changed in character, heather was on the mountain-sides, a fretting beck sent up its noise, then screes, and scars, and a considerable waterfall, and a landscape of crags; and lastly a broad and rather desolate summit, palpably nearer the clouds.

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Two days later I was at the mines:  and here I first saw that wide-spread scene of horror with which I have since become familiar.  The story of six out of ten of them all is the same, and short:  selfish ‘owners,’ an ousted world, an easy bombardment, and the destruction of all concerned, before the arrival of the cloud in many cases.  About some of the Durham pit-mouths I have been given the impression that the human race lay collected there; and that the notion of hiding himself in a mine must have occurred to every man alive, and sent him thither.

In these lead mines, as in most vein-mining, there are more shafts than in collieries, and hardly any attempt at artificial ventilation, except at rises, winzes and cul-de-sacs.  I found accordingly that, though their depth does not exceed three hundred feet, suffocation must often have anticipated the other dreaded death.  In nearly every shaft, both up-take and down-take, was a ladder, either of the mine, or of the fugitives, and I was able to descend without difficulty, having dressed myself in a house at the village in a check flannel shirt, a pair of two-buttoned trousers with circles of leather at the knees, thick boots, and a miner’s hat, having a leather socket attached to it, into which fitted a straight handle from a cylindrical candlestick; with this light, and also a Davy-lamp, which I carried about with me for a good many months, I lived for the most part in the deeps of the earth, searching for the treasure of a life, to find everywhere, in English duckies and guggs, Pomeranian women in gaudy stiff cloaks, the Walachian, the Mameluk, the Khirgiz, the Bonze, the Imaum, and almost every type of man.

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