So we got picnic rations from the kitchen and half a dozen big, slow-burning tallow candles, and set off up the long winding slope from the caves in which we lived.Īt first we chattered as we went, hearing our voices echo from the confining walls of rock, but as our progress became more slogging and arduous we talked less, conserving our strength.
The three of us - Henry, Beanpole, and I - decided to use the free time to explore the upper reaches of the tunnel. One day Julius called a conference of the instructors, and all training was canceled. Tripods 2 - The City of Gold and Lead - John Christopher - (1967)
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