| and simply rended itself to pieces; then a shower of stones lumps of iron, wood etc. kept up the racket for a minute after, when everything was silent. I thought everyone was killed but myself, when I heard my helper Mc Court speak. I was suddenly spurred into activity, and slid down the runners of the north cage expecting to find a mass of pulp in the bottom, but I couldn’t see a sign of blood in the water, the first thing I looked for. I found Mc Court buried under a heap of kaffirs, and also Stevens, some of them nearly white with terror. I counted the boys and found not a soul hurt. The shaft is 30’ long by 8’ wide. |
