mpletely the bound slave of mere bodily indulgence. Yet I did
inherit all such ungodly tendency from my mother who was of Dutch
blood, as round of form as a Holland churn, while my father was spare
of build, and throve marvellously upon the water of life."
Leaving the engrossed sectary to refresh himself to the full of his
capacity, I anxiously set to work searching after some species of
cross-tunnel, shrewdly guessing this underground altar masked a
junction point, from whence some such branch passageway would lead
toward the open air. With diligent care I passed along the walls,
testing each separate section, yet discovering nothing to reward my
efforts, until, finally creeping between the spreading feet of the
effigy, which appeared to sway unsteadily, I lifted the crimson drapery
hanging down its back, thus disclosing an opening, barely sufficient to
permit the easy passage of a small man while lying flat.
"Most noble scavenger," I said, feeling in better humor from this
chance discovery of the means of escape, "are the wants of nature
finally satisfied? For if so, I have found a path which will lead us
from this hole of iniquity."
"Nay, call it not so while it offers such excellent bodily nurture," he
replied with fervor, cocking one eye up at me, yet keeping both hands
busily employed in crowding his pockets full of eatables. "Say rather
the shadow of a great rock in a weary land, or a well of water in
desert places. I shall be ready to accompany you upon a journey after
I lay in these few necessaries. The Lord hath given me manna in the
wilderness--even as the ravens fed Elijah so hath He succored me--and
'twould be sin to make mock of His mercy."
"Very well; only hurry and follow my lead."
"Will you not carry the torch to help guide?" he questioned, peering
doubtfully into the yawning black opening.
"No; the light would serve to betray us to any spying eyes. Perhaps
that frightened priest may deem us spirits, and muster courage to come
creeping back. If so, it will be best for him to find things here
unchanged, although in faith he will scarcely doubt we possess earthly
appetites when he notes your onslaught on the sacred food. Come, man,
enough of stuffing; your pockets can hold no more, so press on with me."
"It grieves me sorely to leave behind so much good pabulum," he
explained, eying still the few morsels left. "It would be well, to my
judgment, did you pack the rest of this provide
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