5. The Thing In The Pit
This house is, as I have said before, surrounded by a huge estate, and wild and uncultivated gardens.
Away at the back, distant some three hundred yards, is a dark, deep ravine—spoken of as the 'Pit,' by the peasantry. At the bottom runs a sluggish stream so overhung by trees as scarcely to be seen from above.
In passing, I must explain that this river has a subterranean origin, emerging suddenly at the East end of the ravine, and disappearing, as abruptly, beneath the cliffs that form its Western extremity.
It was some months after my vision (if vision it were) of the great Plain that my attention was particularly attracted to the Pit.
I happened, one day, to be walking along its Southern edge, when, suddenly, several pieces of rock and shale were dislodged fr
