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re the mouth of some subterranean monster risen to the surface of the world for air. "Quick! quick!" muttered Paolo. "The Signor must place his ear to the hole." With a little odd stir at my heart, I dropped upon my knees and leaned my head deep into the cup. I must have stayed thus for a full minute before I drew myself back and looked up at the old mountaineer. His eyes gazed down into mine with mad intensity. "_Si! si!_" he whispered. "What didst thou hear?" "I heard a long surging thunder, Paolo, and the deep shrill screaming of many gas jets." He bent down, with livid face. "Signor, it is the booming of the everlasting fire, and thou hast heard the voices of the damned." "No, my friend, no. But it is a marvellous transmission of the uproar of hidden forces." He leapt to the shallow pit. "Listen and believe!" he cried; and funnelling his hands about his lips, he stooped over the central hole. "Marco! Marco!" he screeched, in a piercing voice. Something answered back. What was it? A malformed and twisted echo? A whistle of imprisoned steam tricked into some horrible caricature of a human voice? "Paolo!" it seemed to wail, weak and faint with agony. "_L'arqua, l'arqua_, Paolo!" The old man sprang to his feet and, looking down upon me in a sort of terrible triumph, unslung a water-flask from his belt, and, pulling out the cork, poured the cold liquid down into the puckered orifice. Then I felt his clutch on my arm again. "He drinks!" he cried. "Listen and thou wilt understand." I rose with a ghost of a laugh, and once more addressed my ear to the opening. From unthinkable depths came up a strange, gloating sound, as from a ravenous throat made vibrant with ecstasy. "Paolo," I cried, as I rose and stood before him--and there was an admonitory note in my voice--"a feather may decide the balance. Beware meddling with hidden thunders, or thou mayst set rolling such another tombstone as that on which these corpse fires are yet flaming." And he only answered me, set and deathly,-- "We of the mountains, Signor, know more things than we may tell of." ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT A WINTER'S FIRE*** ******* This file should be named 14045.txt or 14045.zip ******* This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/4/0/4/14045 Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed
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