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Text for Page 144 [10-01-1853]

              go in two years time.  He is now earning the money for it. His former owner
was his father.   The constant newspaper glorification of Stephen together
with the Latin scraps he�s picked up have made him a Cave lion, and
therefore the other three good fellows are snubbed into comparative insignifi-
cance, all visitors being eager for Stephen�s guidance; whereas the others
troglodyze just as well, sans the display of vanities and self will and
harmless braggadocio.     Mat, says Mr Miller, is the only one whose word
he can thoroughly depend on. /    Round a blazing wood fire,
Mr M; the good-looking young Southerner, hight Oliver Kellam, and
I sate sociably smoking far into the night.    Nought worse than a
sprained ancle has occurred in cave periginations.  Folk have been lost for
varying times, one for a drearily-passed forty-eight hours, but discovery has
always ended the horror of it.      Once, owing to some fools conduct on the part
of a girl a boat was sunken on Echo River.     The party, a wedding one
from Bowlingreen, (a little town hereabouts,) were wetted by three feet of
water, their lights extinguished, themselves horribly scared, but presently
landed on a rock platform by the exertions of guide Nicholas.    And then he
contrived to rouse the boat, bale it out and get the party back, though in the dark-
ness, to be rescued by Stephen, sent in by Mr Miller, who found that
Green River was rising, and was anxious about the safety of the visitors.
There�s in reality little chance of danger in the Cave, excepting from an overcrowded
boat and folly on the part of its occupants.  Were one to sink in the 
deeper parts of Echo River, inevitable, unspeakably horrible death would result
to all; the bravest swimmer might strike out in that ice-cold water and
Cimmerian blackness, clutching at slimy rocks offering no grip or landing
place, and all in vain.    The streams wind and turn that even a guide would
have but little chance.     And these Rivers might rise, as during Winter
and Spring they do, barring access to the miles of cavern on the other side;
but Green River being carefully watched, any persons there exploring might be               
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