Exploring

: The Underground City

AT Harry's call, James Starr, Madge, and Simon Ford entered through the

narrow orifice which put the Dochart pit in communication with the

new mine. They found themselves at the beginning of a tolerably wide

gallery. One might well believe that it had been pierced by the hand of

man, that the pick and mattock had emptied it in the working of a new

vein. The explorers question whether, by a strange chance, they had not

een transported into some ancient mine, of the existence of which even

the oldest miners in the county had ever known.



No! It was merely that the geological layers had left this passage when

the secondary earths were in course of formation. Perhaps some torrent

had formerly dashed through it; but now it was as dry as if it had been

cut some thousand feet lower, through granite rocks. At the same time,

the air circulated freely, which showed that certain natural vents

placed it in communication with the exterior atmosphere.



This observation, made by the engineer, was correct, and it was evident

that the ventilation of the new mine would be easily managed. As to the

fire-damp which had lately filtered through the schist, it seemed to

have been contained in a pocket now empty, and it was certain that

the atmosphere of the gallery was quite free from it. However, Harry

prudently carried only the safety lamp, which would insure light for

twelve hours.



James Starr and his companions now felt perfectly happy. All their

wishes were satisfied. There was nothing but coal around them. A sort

of emotion kept them silent; even Simon Ford restrained himself. His joy

overflowed, not in long phrases, but in short ejaculations.



It was perhaps imprudent to venture so far into the crypt. Pooh! they

never thought of how they were to get back.



The gallery was practicable, not very winding. They met with no noxious

exhalations, nor did any chasm bar the path. There was no reason for

stopping for a whole hour; James Starr, Madge, Harry, and Simon Ford

walked on, though there was nothing to show them what was the exact

direction of this unknown tunnel.



And they would no doubt have gone farther still, if they had not

suddenly come to the end of the wide road which they had followed since

their entrance into the mine.



The gallery ended in an enormous cavern, neither the height nor depth

of which could be calculated. At what altitude arched the roof of this

excavation--at what distance was its opposite wall--the darkness totally

concealed; but by the light of the lamp the explorers could discover

that its dome covered a vast extent of still water--pond or lake--whose

picturesque rocky banks were lost in obscurity.



"Halt!" exclaimed Ford, stopping suddenly. "Another step, and perhaps we

shall fall into some fathomless pit."



"Let us rest awhile, then, my friends," returned the engineer. "Besides,

we ought to be thinking of returning to the cottage."



"Our lamp will give light for another ten hours, sir," said Harry.



"Well, let us make a halt," replied Starr; "I confess my legs have need

of a rest. And you, Madge, don't you feel tired after so long a walk?"



"Not over much, Mr. Starr," replied the sturdy Scotchwoman; "we have

been accustomed to explore the old Aberfoyle mine for whole days

together."



"Tired? nonsense!" interrupted Simon Ford; "Madge could go ten times

as far, if necessary. But once more, Mr. Starr, wasn't my communication

worth your trouble in coming to hear it? Just dare to say no, Mr. Starr,

dare to say no!"



"Well, my old friend, I haven't felt so happy for a long while!" replied

the engineer; "the small part of this marvelous mine that we have

explored seems to show that its extent is very considerable, at least in

length."



"In width and in depth, too, Mr. Starr!" returned Simon Ford.



"That we shall know later."





"And I can answer for it! Trust to the instinct of an old miner! It has

never deceived me!"



"I wish to believe you, Simon," replied the engineer, smiling. "As far

as I can judge from this short exploration, we possess the elements of a

working which will last for centuries!"



"Centuries!" exclaimed Simon Ford; "I believe you, sir! A thousand years

and more will pass before the last bit of coal is taken out of our new

mine!"



"Heaven grant it!" returned Starr. "As to the quality of the coal which

crops out of these walls?"



"Superb! Mr. Starr, superb!" answered Ford; "just look at it yourself!"



And so saying, with his pick he struck off a fragment of the black rock.



"Look! look!" he repeated, holding it close to his lamp; "the surface of

this piece of coal is shining! We have here fat coal, rich in bituminous

matter; and see how it comes in pieces, almost without dust! Ah, Mr.

Starr! twenty years ago this seam would have entered into a strong

competition with Swansea and Cardiff! Well, stokers will quarrel for it

still, and if it costs little to extract it from the mine, it will not

sell at a less price outside."



"Indeed," said Madge, who had taken the fragment of coal and was

examining it with the air of a connoisseur; "that's good quality of

coal. Carry it home, Simon, carry it back to the cottage! I want this

first piece of coal to burn under our kettle."



"Well said, wife!" answered the old overman, "and you shall see that I

am not mistaken."



"Mr. Starr," asked Harry, "have you any idea of the probable direction

of this long passage which we have been following since our entrance

into the new mine?"



"No, my lad," replied the engineer; "with a compass I could perhaps find

out its general bearing; but without a compass I am here like a sailor

in open sea, in the midst of fogs, when there is no sun by which to

calculate his position."



"No doubt, Mr. Starr," replied Ford; "but pray don't compare our

position with that of the sailor, who has everywhere and always an abyss

under his feet! We are on firm ground here, and need never be afraid of

foundering."





"I won't tease you, then, old Simon," answered James Starr. "Far be it

from me even in jest to depreciate the New Aberfoyle mine by an unjust

comparison! I only meant to say one thing, and that is that we don't

know where we are."



"We are in the subsoil of the county of Stirling, Mr. Starr," replied

Simon Ford; "and that I assert as if--"



"Listen!" said Harry, interrupting the old man. All listened, as the

young miner was doing. His ears, which were very sharp, had caught

a dull sound, like a distant murmur. His companions were not long in

hearing it themselves. It was above their heads, a sort of rolling

sound, in which though it was so feeble, the successive CRESCENDO and

DIMINUENDO could be distinctly heard.



All four stood for some minutes, their ears on the stretch, without

uttering a word. All at once Simon Ford exclaimed, "Well, I declare! Are

trucks already running on the rails of New Aberfoyle?"



"Father," replied Harry, "it sounds to me just like the noise made by

waves rolling on the sea shore."



"We can't be under the sea though!" cried the old overman.



"No," said the engineer, "but it is not impossible that we should be

under Loch Katrine."



"The roof cannot have much thickness just here, if the noise of the

water is perceptible."



"Very little indeed," answered James Starr, "and that is the reason this

cavern is so huge."



"You must be right, Mr. Starr," said Harry.



"Besides, the weather is so bad outside," resumed Starr, "that the

waters of the loch must be as rough as those of the Firth of Forth."



"Well! what does it matter after all?" returned Simon Ford; "the seam

won't be any the worse because it is under a loch. It would not be

the first time that coal has been looked for under the very bed of the

ocean! When we have to work under the bottom of the Caledonian Canal,

where will be the harm?"



"Well said, Simon," cried the engineer, who could not restrain a smile

at the overman's enthusiasm; "let us cut our trenches under the waters

of the sea! Let us bore the bed of the Atlantic like a strainer; let

us with our picks join our brethren of the United States through

the subsoil of the ocean! let us dig into the center of the globe if

necessary, to tear out the last scrap of coal."



"Are you joking, Mr. Starr?" asked Ford, with a pleased but slightly

suspicious look.



"I joking, old man? no! but you are so enthusiastic that you carry

me away into the regions of impossibility! Come, let us return to the

reality, which is sufficiently beautiful; leave our picks here, where we

may find them another day, and let's take the road back to the cottage."



Nothing more could be done for the time. Later, the engineer,

accompanied by a brigade of miners, supplied with lamps and all

necessary tools, would resume the exploration of New Aberfoyle. It was

now time to return to the Dochart pit. The road was easy, the gallery

running nearly straight through the rock up to the orifice opened by the

dynamite, so there was no fear of their losing themselves.



But as James Starr was proceeding towards the gallery Simon Ford stopped

him.



"Mr. Starr," said he, "you see this immense cavern, this subterranean

lake, whose waters bathe this strand at our feet? Well! it is to this

place I mean to change my dwelling, here I will build a new cottage,

and if some brave fellows will follow my example, before a year is over

there will be one town more inside old England."



James Starr, smiling approval of Ford's plans, pressed his hand, and all

three, preceding Madge, re-entered the gallery, on their way back to

the Dochart pit. For the first mile no incident occurred. Harry walked

first, holding his lamp above his head. He carefully followed the

principal gallery, without ever turning aside into the narrow tunnels

which radiated to the right and left. It seemed as if the returning was

to be accomplished as easily as the going, when an unexpected accident

occurred which rendered the situation of the explorers very serious.



Just at a moment when Harry was raising his lamp there came a rush of

air, as if caused by the flapping of invisible wings. The lamp escaped

from his hands, fell on the rocky ground, and was broken to pieces.



James Starr and his companions were suddenly plunged in absolute

darkness. All the oil of the lamp was spilt, and it was of no further

use. "Well, Harry," cried his father, "do you want us all to break our

necks on the way back to the cottage?"



Harry did not answer. He wondered if he ought to suspect the hand of a

mysterious being in this last accident? Could there possibly exist

in these depths an enemy whose unaccountable antagonism would one day

create serious difficulties? Had someone an interest in defending the

new coal field against any attempt at working it? In truth that seemed

absurd, yet the facts spoke for themselves, and they accumulated in such

a way as to change simple presumptions into certainties.



In the meantime the explorers' situation was bad enough. They had now,

in the midst of black darkness, to follow the passage leading to the

Dochart pit for nearly five miles. There they would still have an hour's

walk before reaching the cottage.



"Come along," said Simon Ford. "We have no time to lose. We must grope

our way along, like blind men. There's no fear of losing our way. The

tunnels which open off our road are only just like those in a molehill,

and by following the chief gallery we shall of course reach the opening

we got in at. After that, it is the old mine. We know that, and it won't

be the first time that Harry and I have found ourselves there in the

dark. Besides, there we shall find the lamps that we left. Forward then!

Harry, go first. Mr. Starr, follow him. Madge, you go next, and I will

bring up the rear. Above everything, don't let us get separated."



All complied with the old overman's instructions. As he said, by groping

carefully, they could not mistake the way. It was only necessary to make

the hands take the place of the eyes, and to trust to their instinct,

which had with Simon Ford and his son become a second nature.



James Starr and his companions walked on in the order agreed. They did

not speak, but it was not for want of thinking. It became evident that

they had an adversary. But what was he, and how were they to defend

themselves against these mysteriously-prepared attacks? These

disquieting ideas crowded into their brains. However, this was not the

moment to get discouraged.



Harry, his arms extended, advanced with a firm step, touching first one

and then the other side of the passage.



If a cleft or side opening presented itself, he felt with his hand

that it was not the main way; either the cleft was too shallow, or the

opening too narrow, and he thus kept in the right road.



In darkness through which the eye could not in the slightest degree

pierce, this difficult return lasted two hours. By reckoning the time

since they started, taking into consideration that the walking had not

been rapid, Starr calculated that he and his companions were near the

opening. In fact, almost immediately, Harry stopped.



"Have we got to the end of the gallery?" asked Simon Ford.



"Yes," answered the young miner.



"Well! have you not found the hole which connects New Aberfoyle with the

Dochart pit?"



"No," replied Harry, whose impatient hands met with nothing but a solid

wall.



The old overman stepped forward, and himself felt the schistous rock. A

cry escaped him.



Either the explorers had strayed from the right path on their return,

or the narrow orifice, broken in the rock by the dynamite, had been

recently stopped up. James Starr and his companions were prisoners in

New Aberfoyle.



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