The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-10-14
A RACE FOR LIFE.

Talking about hairbreadth escapes
and looking over the back fence into
eternity, said the man from Kentucky,
when the applause which had followed
the Arkansas drummer's bear story had
subsidized. Well, it didn't turn my hair
white, but time has since. You all
know, he continued, that am Ken
tuckian by right of birth, but you are
not all aware that was born and reared
within mile of this very spot in which
we now sit. Such is the fact, however.
What l am going to tell you happened
away back in the sixties. was Just
grown up, as straight and tough as
hickory sapling.
We lived at the base of considerable
hill which rose toward the east and
stretched its narrow ridge onward for ID
mile or two. Not 200 yards from ou
door old Isaac johnson built a modest
cabin and brought his family down from.
Illinois. Dudley, their only boy, was
just about my age, although not Ell
dowed with like endurance and strength
A warm friendship soon sprang up be-
tween us, however, and we spent many
hours together in the woods with our
rifles.
1t was near the end of May, remem.
Der. | had been idle for some weeks
and idleness, you know, just at that sea
son, breeds restlessness in superabun-
dance.
had often heard of the great Nam
moth cave, a few dozen miles distant,
and became convinced that the geolog-
ical formation of the hill in the rear of
our home indicated that another huge
cave must surely exist under the green
turfed mound for in the valleys which
lay at its feet | found numerous sinks
from which gurgling brooks usually
burst, or from which the warm breath
the internal caverns foated up like tine
smoke from some mountain wigwam.
soon confded my conjecture to bud
johnson. We talked the matter over
and decided that on the following day
we would begin series of systematic
explorations. The succeeding day, which
was bright and clear, though unusually
warm, found us setting out with all
the necessary paraphernalia-candles.
matches, rope, etc. We had poked
around in every crack and Granny, and
near noou, having lost all hope, was
about to call to bud, who had wandered
off up into little skirt of wood, when a
faint shout reached my ears. hurried
off in the direction whence the voice
10 -,
ing on the brink of what appeared to be
the mouth of our much sought after
cavern.
Away down in the bowels of the earth
could see the yellow flare of buds can.
die and family discern his outline as he
bent forward, peering out into the dark
ness before him The descent to his po-
sition was easy, and filled with joy l was
soon beside him. The sweet dampness,
the sepulchral stiffness and the con-
stantly trickling drops that fell from the
beaded ceiling thrilled me with strange
delight. We soon scrambled down from
the precipitous ledge on which we stood
and began to grope forward, our candles
Pickering fitfully, as if in danger of be-
ing blown out at every step.
We had not proceeded twenty PAGES
however, in the black winged darkness
when we came upon solid adamantine
wall barring our way and seemingly
ending our journey. However, after
looking around for some time we de-
cided that we could pass under the Oh
struction just over the brook, which
flowed serenely from beneath its firm
breast. The place was very narrow,
and to accomplish this resolve we had
to get down on our hands and knees III
the water. We didn't mind that some
how, and were soon elated to find our
selves in an opening as large as if not
larger than the first chamber that we
entered, although not nearly so high.
From this room we pressed ON through