would be over, ray Whispering Gallery would be de- stroyed. I again therefore crawled towards the wall, and said as clearly and distinctly as I could — "Uncle Hardwigg." I then awaited a reply. Sound does not possess the property of traveling with such extreme rapidity. Besides, the density of the air at that depth from light and motion, was very far from adding to the rapidity of circulation. Several seconds elapsed, which, to my excited imag- ination, appeared ages; and these words reached my eager ears, and moved my wildly beating heart — "Harry, my boy, is that you?" A short deiay between question and answer. "Yes — yes." "Where are you?" "Lost!" "And your lamp?" "Out." "But the guiding stream?" "Is lost!" "Keep your courage, Harry. We wiil do our best." "One moment, my uncle," I cried; "I have no longer strength to answer your questions. But — for heaven's sake — do you — continue — to speak — to Absolute silence, I felt, would be annihilation. "Keep up your courage," said my uncie. "As you are so weak do not speak. We have been searching for you in all directions, both by going upwards and downwards in the gallery. My dear boy, I had be- gun to give up all hope — and you can never know what bitter tears of sorrow and regret I have shed. At last, supposing you to be still on the road beside the Hans-bach we again descended, firing oif guns as signals. Now, however, that we have found you, and that our voices reach each other,, it may be a longtime before we actually meet. We are convers- ing by means of some extraordinary acoustic ar- rangement of the labyrinth. But do not despair, my dear boy. It is something gained even to hear each otlier." While he was speaking my brain was at work re- flecting. A certain undefined hope, vague and shape- less as yet, made by heart beat wildly. In the first place, it was absolutely necessary for me to know one thing. I once more therefore leaned my head against the wall, which I almost touched with my lips, and again spoke. "Uncle." "My boy," was his ready answer. "It is of the utmost consequence that vje should itnow how far we are asunder." "That is not diiScult." "You have your chronometer at hand ?" I aslced. "Certainly." ' "Well, take it into, your hand. Pronounce my name, noting exactly the second at which you spealc. I will reply as soon as I hear your words — and you will then note exactly the moment at which my reply reaches you." "Very good; and the time between my question and your answer will be double the time occupied by my voice in reaching you," "That is exactly what I mean, uncle," was my eager reply. "Are you . "Yes." "Well, make ready, I am about to pronounce your name," said the Professor. I applied my ear close to the sides of the cavern- ous gallery, and as soon as the word Harry reached my ear, I turned round, and placing my lips to the wall, repeated the sound. "Forty seconds," said ray uncle. "There has elapsed forty seconds between the two words. The sound, therefore, takes twenty seconds to ascend. Now, allowing a thousand and twenty feet for every second — we have twenty thousand and four hundred feet — a league and a half and one-eighth." These words fell on my soul like a kind of death- bnell. "A league and a-half," I muttered in a low and despairing voice. "It shall be got over, myboy," cried my uncle in a cheery tone ; "depend on us." "But do you know whether to ascend or descend?" I asked faintly enough. "You have to descend, and I will tell you why. We have reached a vatit open space, a kind of bare cross road, from which galleries diverge in every direc- tion. That in which you are no.w lying, must neces- sarily bring you to this point, for it appears that all these mighty fissures, these fractures of the globe's interior radiate from the vast cavern which we at this moment occupy. Rouse yourself, then, have courage and continue your route. Walk if you can, if not, drag yourself along— slide, if nothing else is possible. The slope must be rather rapid — and you will lind strong arms to receive you at the end of your journey. Make a start, like a good fellow," These words served to rouse some kind of cour- age in my sinking frame. "Farewell for the present, good uncle, I am about to take my departure. As soon as I start, our voices will cease to commingle. Farewell, then, until we meet again." "Adieu, Hariy — until we say Welcome." Such were the last words which reached my anxious ears, before I commenced my weary and almost hopeless journey. This wonderful and surprising conversation which took place through the vast mass of the earth's labyrinth, these words exchanged, the speak- ers being about five miles apart — ended with hope- ful and pleasant expressions. I breathed one more prayer to Heaven, I sent up words of thanksgiving — believing in my inmost heart that He had led me to the only place where the voices of my friends could reach my ears. I accordingly rose to my feet. But I soon found that I could not walk; that I must drag myself along. The slope, as I expected, was very rapid; but I allowed myself to slip down. Soon the rapidity of the descent began to assume frightful proportions; and menaced a fearful fall. I clutched at the sides; I grasped at projections of rocks; I threw myself backwards. All in vain. My weakness was so great I could do nothing to save myself. Suddenly earth failed me. I was lirst launched in- to a dark, and gloomy void. I then struck against the projecting asperities of a vertical gallery, a perfect well. My head bounded against a pointed rock, and I lost all knowledge of existence. As far as I was concerned, death had claimed me for hia