Thursday, October 22, 2009
The crow squinted one eye at the cork then the other. . . At last its natural curiosity won. The bird pecked at the cork cautiously. And once more with more confidence. . ..
Beer and we don't cash checks. She was plump in Waylon's and there were dark hollows under her eyes. There were coffee stains on her polyester pantsuit. Her companion wore jeans a T- shirt and a red baseball cap with a. generic effexor xr The only way in which we could account for such a multitude of galleries. At length we halted thoroughly worn out with fatigue and with that hope deferred which maketh the heart sick and ate up our poor remaining piece of biltong and drank our last sup of water for our throats were like lime-kilns. It seemed to us that we had escaped Death in the darkness of the treasure chamber only to meet him in the darkness of the tunnels. As we stood once more utterly depressed I thought that I caught a sound to which I called the attention of the others. It was very faint and very far off but it /was/ a sound a faint murmuring sound for the others heard it too and no words can describe t! he blessedness of it after all those hours of utter awful stillness. "By heaven! it's running water " said Good. "Come on. " Off we started again in the direction from which the faint murmur seemed to come groping our way as before along the rocky walls. I remember that I laid down the basket full of diamonds wishing to be rid of its weight but on second thoughts took it up again. One might as well die rich as poor I reflected. As we went the sound became more and more audible till at last it seemed quite loud in the quiet. On yet on; now we could distinctly make out the unmistakable swirl of rushing water. And yet how could there be running water in the bowels of the earth? Now we were quite near it and Good who was leading swore that he could smell it. "Go gently Good " said Sir Henry "we must be close. " /Splash!/ and a cry from Good. He had fallen in. "Good! Good! where are you?" we shouted in terrified distress. To our intense relief an answer came back in a choky ! voice. "All right; I've got hold of a rock. Strike a light to show me where you are. " Hastily I lit the last remaining match. Its faint gleam discovered to us a dark mass of water running at our feet. How wide it was we could not see but there some way out was the dark form of our companion hanging on to a projecting rock. "Stand clear to catch me " sung out Good. "I must swim for. ffsef45456sr5ttgklkszzxxx6e
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