Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . and an ugly-looking pit near at hand is JacobsIce-house. By a peculiar twinkle of Porte Crayons eye, any onewho knew him might perceive that he was about to indulge insome comments on this whimsical collection of property accreditedto the Patriarch ; but what he intended to say was lost forever tothe world by a sudden signal from the guide. Hist! be silent for a moment. I hear an unusual noise be-hind us. There must be some one in the cave besides ourselves.Listen! Yes! yes!
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Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . and an ugly-looking pit near at hand is JacobsIce-house. By a peculiar twinkle of Porte Crayons eye, any onewho knew him might perceive that he was about to indulge insome comments on this whimsical collection of property accreditedto the Patriarch ; but what he intended to say was lost forever tothe world by a sudden signal from the guide. Hist! be silent for a moment. I hear an unusual noise be-hind us. There must be some one in the cave besides ourselves.Listen! Yes! yes! they all heard something, not like voices in con-versation, but half stifled grunts and groans. Now it approachesnearer still, accompanied by a sputtering and scratching like thenoise of a cat in a cupboard. It is coming through the narrow passage. What can it bef Possibly some animal that has taken refuge in the cave, andis following the lights. Oh mercy! twittered Dora ; perhaps a bear! At this awful suo?estion the sirls huddled toirether like a coveyof partridges. &&^ 90 PORTE CRAYON AND HIS COUSINS.. LE FANTO.ME iVOIR. Stand off! said Porte Crayon, fiercely, feeling for his knife.Dont take hold of me. The knife had been left behind. What was to be done ? Allkept their eyes intently fixed on the mouth of the narrow passage.Presently a huge hand, holding a dim candle, protruded from the aperture. A hand without anowner has always been an objectof terror since the times of Bel-shazzar. It was evidently not abear; and the fears of the par-ty, relieved on the score of a ma-terial enemy, began to turn to-Avard the immaterial. They stoodspeechless and aghast, staring atthat awful, superhuman hand.Soon, however, the phiz of LittleMice appeared to claim the prop-erty, but all ashen with terror and red with mud. Parturiunt monies^ nascitur ridiculus miis, said Crayon, curtly. It will be a nasty ridiculous muss, said the guide, if heshould stick fast. It was for some moments doubtful w