¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 same way behind him. With our leather aprons under us, our hands (except the lady who grasps the Guides neck) holding lightly ^to^ an inch and half cable rope just above our right knees, with the slides passing down under our knees, and feet sliding in little smooth gutters on each side, we slacken up our hold and shoot off down the steep descent like a daring school boy on a bobsled, our thick leather mitten on the rope passing rapidly through it, and our seats, getting warmer sensibly- followed by the others in parties of threes, each headed by a Guide, all”fetching up” at the base erect without accident much amused at the novel ride, of 312 ft Then another promenade, another descent, until we have slid down six times the shortest slide 108 ft and the longest 324, altogether 1200 ft.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Suddenly we find ourselves erupted out onto a plantform [sic] beside a subterranean lake surround by a row of perhaps fifty candles who’s flickering lights duplicated in the waters near below, walk on to a scow raft and are pulled across 300ft by an assistant on the other side. This excavation is about 200 ft wide and six to seven feet deep, just water enough to float our raft but we can easily touch the low ceiling. Sharons [sic] ferry over the styx must have been cheerful in comparison to his low ceiling subterranean lake with ghostly lights flickering through the inky darkness. This lake is left in this condition for strangers travel, but there are twenty six more of them called “works”. Which are filled