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Narrative of A. Gordon Pym
CHAPTER 21
Edgar Allan Poe
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       _ AS soon as I could collect my scattered senses, I found myself
       nearly suffocated, and grovelling in utter darkness among a quantity
       of loose earth, which was also falling upon me heavily in every
       direction, threatening to bury me entirely. Horribly alarmed at this
       idea, I struggled to gain my feet, and at last succeeded. I then
       remained motionless for some moments, endeavouring to conceive what
       had happened to me, and where I was. Presently I heard a deep groan
       just at my ear, and afterward the smothered voice of Peters calling
       to me for aid in the name of God. I scrambled one or two paces
       forward, when I fell directly over the head and shoulders of my
       companion, who, I soon discovered, was buried in a loose mass of
       earth as far as his middle, and struggling desperately to free
       himself from the pressure. I tore the dirt from around him with all
       the energy I could command, and at length succeeded in getting him
       out.
       As soon as we sufficiently recovered from our fright and surprise
       to be capable of conversing rationally, we both came to the
       conclusion that the walls of the fissure in which we had ventured
       had, by some convulsion of nature, or probably from their own weight,
       caved in overhead, and that we were consequently lost for ever, being
       thus entombed alive. For a long time we gave up supinely to the most
       intense agony and despair, such as cannot be adequately imagined by
       those who have never been in a similar position. I firmly believed
       that no incident ever occurring in the course of human events is more
       adapted to inspire the supremeness of mental and bodily distress than
       a case like our own, of living inhumation. The blackness of darkness
       which envelops the victim, the terrific oppression of lungs, the
       stifling fumes from the damp earth, unite with the ghastly
       considerations that we are beyond the remotest confines of hope, and
       that such is the allotted portion of the dead, to carry into the
       human heart a degree of appalling awe and horror not to be tolerated-
       never to be conceived.
       At length Peters proposed that we should endeavour to ascertain
       precisely the extent of our calamity, and grope about our prison; it
       being barely possible, he observed, that some opening might yet be
       left us for escape. I caught eagerly at this hope, and, arousing
       myself to exertion, attempted to force my way through the loose
       earth. Hardly had I advanced a single step before a glimmer of light
       became perceptible, enough to convince me that, at all events, we
       should not immediately perish for want of air. We now took some
       degree of heart, and encouraged each other to hope for the best.
       Having scrambled over a bank of rubbish which impeded our farther
       progress in the direction of the light, we found less difficulty in
       advancing and also experienced some relief from the excessive
       oppression of lungs which had tormented us. Presently we were enabled
       to obtain a glimpse of the objects around, and discovered that we
       were near the extremity of the straight portion of the fissure, where
       it made a turn to the left. A few struggles more, and we reached the
       bend, when to our inexpressible joy, there appeared a long seam or
       crack extending upward a vast distance, generally at an angle of
       about forty-five degrees, although sometimes much more precipitous.
       We could not see through the whole extent of this opening; but, as a
       good deal of light came down it, we had little doubt of finding at
       the top of it (if we could by any means reach the top) a clear
       passage into the open air.
       I now called to mind that three of us had entered the fissure
       from the main gorge, and that our companion, Allen, was still
       missing; we determined at once to retrace our steps and look for him.
       After a long search, and much danger from the farther caving in of
       the earth above us, Peters at length cried out to me that he had hold
       of our companion's foot, and that his whole body was deeply buried
       beneath the rubbish beyond the possibility of extricating him. I soon
       found that what he said was too true, and that, of course, life had
       been long extinct. With sorrowful hearts, therefore, we left the
       corpse to its fate, and again made our way to the bend.
       The breadth of the seam was barely sufficient to admit us, and,
       after one or two ineffectual efforts at getting up, we began once
       more to despair. I have before said that the chain of hills through
       which ran the main gorge was composed of a species of soft rock
       resembling soapstone. The sides of the cleft we were now attempting
       to ascend were of the same material, and so excessively slippery,
       being wet, that we could get but little foothold upon them even in
       their least precipitous parts; in some places, where the ascent was
       nearly perpendicular, the difficulty was, of course, much aggravated;
       and, indeed, for some time we thought insurmountable. We took
       courage, however, from despair, and what, by dint of cutting steps in
       the soft stone with our bowie knives, and swinging at the risk of our
       lives, to small projecting points of a harder species of slaty rock
       which now and then protruded from the general mass, we at length
       reached a natural platform, from which was perceptible a patch of
       blue sky, at the extremity of a thickly-wooded ravine. Looking back
       now, with somewhat more leisure, at the passage through which we had
       thus far proceeded, we clearly saw from the appearance of its sides,
       that it was of late formation, and we concluded that the concussion,
       whatever it was, which had so unexpectedly overwhelmed us, had also,
       at the same moment, laid open this path for escape. Being quite
       exhausted with exertion, and indeed, so weak that we were scarcely
       able to stand or articulate, Peters now proposed that we should
       endeavour to bring our companions to the rescue by firing the pistols
       which still remained in our girdles- the muskets as well as cutlasses
       had been lost among the loose earth at the bottom of the chasm.
       Subsequent events proved that, had we fired, we should have sorely
       repented it, but luckily a half suspicion of foul play had by this
       time arisen in my mind, and we forbore to let the savages know of our
       whereabouts.
       After having reposed for about an hour, we pushed on slowly up
       the ravine, and had gone no great way before we heard a succession of
       tremendous yells. At length we reached what might be called the
       surface of the ground; for our path hitherto, since leaving the
       platform, had lain beneath an archway of high rock and foliage, at a
       vast distance overhead. With great caution we stole to a narrow
       opening, through which we had a clear sight of the surrounding
       country, when the whole dreadful secret of the concussion broke upon
       us in one moment and at one view.
       The spot from which we looked was not far from the summit of the
       highest peak in the range of the soapstone hills. The gorge in which
       our party of thirty-two had entered ran within fifty feet to the left
       of us. But, for at least one hundred yards, the channel or bed of
       this gorge was entirely filled up with the chaotic ruins of more than
       a million tons of earth and stone that had been artificially tumbled
       within it. The means by which the vast mass had been precipitated
       were not more simple than evident, for sure traces of the murderous
       work were yet remaining. In several spots along the top of the
       eastern side of the gorge (we were now on the western) might be seen
       stakes of wood driven into the earth. In these spots the earth had
       not given way, but throughout the whole extent of the face of the
       precipice from which the mass had fallen, it was clear, from marks
       left in the soil resembling those made by the drill of the rock
       blaster, that stakes similar to those we saw standing had been
       inserted, at not more than a yard apart, for the length of perhaps
       three hundred feet, and ranging at about ten feet back from the edge
       of the gulf. Strong cords of grape vine were attached to the stakes
       still remaining on the hill, and it was evident that such cords had
       also been attached to each of the other stakes. I have already spoken
       of the singular stratification of these soapstone hills; and the
       description just given of the narrow and deep fissure through which
       we effected our escape from inhumation will afford a further
       conception of its nature. This was such that almost every natural
       convulsion would be sure to split the soil into perpendicular layers
       or ridges running parallel with one another, and a very moderate
       exertion of art would be sufficient for effecting the same purpose.
       Of this stratification the savages had availed themselves to
       accomplish their treacherous ends. There can be no doubt that, by the
       continuous line of stakes, a partial rupture of the soil had been
       brought about probably to the depth of one or two feet, when by means
       of a savage pulling at the end of each of the cords (these cords
       being attached to the tops of the stakes, and extending back from the
       edge of the cliff), a vast leverage power was obtained, capable of
       hurling the whole face of the hill, upon a given signal, into the
       bosom of the abyss below. The fate of our poor companions was no
       longer a matter of uncertainty. We alone had escaped from the tempest
       of that overwhelming destruction. We were the only living white men
       upon the island.
       ~~~ End of Text of Chapter 21 ~~~ _