Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-08-20

the plagued place would run its rocks
and holes to meet me and throw me
down, and every time / filed up
hole some irreverent fellow would
mutter, drunk: the hard, thick.head-
ed creature. They called up Ander-
son for speech. He mounted upon
q rostrum, and said: "Fellow-human-
beings" his stand not being Of very
stable kind, he fell backwards into a
pool of water, and the bright scintil-
lations of "a powerful intellect was
thus lost to the world. Donelson, In
assisting Anderson out, fell in, and I
do believe every one would have fallen
in II they had have tried to get the
others out. We were soon on our
feet again, and started further In
search of adventure. After travelling
abeut'two miles, Osburn told us that
our path was obstructed by o pit
which we could neither go around or
across. So we were compelled to re-
trace our steps to the entrance, which
we reached In safety. Here we ate
all we had with us, and then seated
ourselves for pleasant smoke. Os,
burn proposed II we would get all the
buggy lines, we would go and see that
pit again, and he would go down into
it, for it was evident that this was
the place OF Sylvester's adventure,
and Claiborne took his departure for
unknown realms. We procured the
lines Of four buggies, and q spring
wagon, and started again for the pit.
On our way back we saw a place
where some one had put what he
proposed to call compass, and it
would have been all right If he had
not have put north where south ought
to have been, and the other points as
equally out of place. We finally
reached the. place Of precipitous as
cent. We buckled the lines together;
and then buckled one end around
Osburn's neck, and started him down.
After running the lines out about
sixty feet, he struck bottom, and
don't you think he fell down, kicked
and spluttered around like he was
trying to catch his breath. After a
while he hallooed back to us that we
had choked him. His lights that we
had tied to him did not go out, and
he told us that he had only struck
upon shelf; that behind him was "a
room of immense proportions, filled
with stalactites as white as the driven
snow, and as he changed the position
of his candles, they reflected the hue
of every gem. Immense stalagmites
that reached from the ceiling forty
feet above, resembled great pillars
that pointed the way to intermina-
ble labarynths. The walls looked as
If Raphael or Michael Angelo had
tried their brushes to. make the scene
more imposing, and as the shadows
from pillars chased each other about,
1t looked as If some weird forms were
exhibiting themselves to lure him
into the hall. At one side of the hall
a beautiful cascade came leaping in
playful gambols from the ceiling
above, and as 1t scattered its sprays
around, bright and beautiful stars
were reflected by his lights. Being
so completely overpowered by the
sublimity of the scene, he could stay
no longer. The strangest part of his
discovery was a small hand wagon
upon the wheels was placed, i'm fig
ures, 1870. He buckled the lines
around the axle, and we drew it up.
We then drew him up, the wagon
entire being so heavy we only brought
the wheels to the surface, where we
left them for the gaze of the curious.
AS we came out Howell asked me II
1 was not sick. told him yes. He
then handed me a bottle of medicine
that convinced me he understood the
science of physic. Mr.. Editor, Dun
bars Cave, In that one room, can riv-
al the Mammoth i'm all its boasted
grandeur. We got home safe.
NOMAD.