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Text for Page 133 [09-30-1853]

              �tis he who says �they had their Women in common,� (Socialists clearly)
� some good might be effected by a Sermon in the Mammoth
Cave.         
Passing more banks of nitrous earth, tracks of oxen, prints of wheels,
made thirty years agone; by more Hoppers, leaching vats, pipes,
pump frames, and the like, we are in the Gothic Galleries.
On either side here are caves, the one to the left, sand-choked is
but penetratible for brief space, that to the right, entitled the
Gothic Avenue, joins the former by a gallery, stretching sheer across
the Main Cave.   We are now half a mile or so from the cave mouth.
Reserving the wonders of Gothic Avenue for future exploration, we held
on down to the Ball Room, thus named from its availability
for subterranean terpsichorean gymnastics.  A rock orchestra, a gallery
stretching back towards the level of the embankment by the Gothic
Avenue; would afford facility either for lookers on or performers in the
bobbing, hopping, jigging, sliding, shuffling, dodging, oscillating business yclept
dancing.       Here follows a broad level road onwards.      On the left
is Willie�s spring, a pretty fluted niche, water worn, and small
basin.   Tis so called from a clerial ass, who fiddle in hand 
strolled through the country, under the plagiarisied title of � Wandering Willie;�
and in sentimental boobyism, chose to rest a night here.  And just
beyond are corn-cobs scattered, remnants left by the oxen employed by the mi-
ners; and also a steep niche, from cave ceiling to put, perhaps thirty
feet in depth, continual water plashings dripping downwards into a large but
inaccessible room.      Well Cave and Rocky Cave are left behind; and
now looming out of the blackness on the right we see Giant�s Ciffin.
A huge stone Sarcophagus shaped mass, so distinct that mouldings could
be seen about its lid; � fit burial spot for Polypheme after his love-
madness for Galatea.   The white limestone forming it stands out clear &               
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