CHAPTER XII
THE BRICKED PASSAGE
Now I don't know whether you have ever been up a drain pipe which just takes you, and no more. I suppose you have--in nightmares, after supping on cold boiled pork and greens, or some nice little digestible morsel like that. But really awake, and with the birds singing on the trees, the winds lightly scented with bog myrtle and pine and bracken breathing all about you--to be told to shove yourself up a built rabbit hole, not knowing what you may come on the next time you put out your hand!--Well, Hayfork Minister or no Hayfork--I had the hardest row to hoe that time! I don't think any fellow, even if he has climbed all the mountains that are, has any right to let a boy in for a thing like that without telling him beforehand. And smiling about it all the ti
