We were afraid to venture down as before for the water in which the old man had sunk to death; and it was that which had kept us alive." "Don't forget about how you made a bucket of your boots, Sol," suggested Trevethick, gravely.
"Yes, at last we tied a string to a boot, and got the water up that way," continued Solomon; "but our stomachs turned against it." "It was not so good as my punch," observed the landlord, parenthetically, and emptying his steaming glass.
"More dark days came and went, though, of course, we could not tell how many; then, all of a sudden, we heard a human voice, inquiring: 'How many are you ?' 'We are three,' was our reply.

We had not the courage even then to own that one of us had already been taken; death seemed still so near to us.

The aperture which had thus let in the world upon us was also very small." "And what was it you asked for first ?" interrupted the landlord, with a nod at Richard, as much as to say: "Listen now; this is curious." "What we wanted was light.

'Light above all things!' was our cry.

But our deliverers could give us but little of that, for they had scarcely any themselves.