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King Solomon's Mines

Solomon's Treasure Chamber
While we were engaged in recovering from our fright, and in examining the grisly
wonders of the Place of Death, Gagool had been differently occupied. Somehow or other-
-for she was marvellously active when she chose--she had scrambled on to the great
table, and made her way to where our departed friend Twala was placed, under the drip,
to see, suggested Good, how he was "pickling," or for some dark purpose of her own.
Then, after bending down to kiss his icy lips as though in affectionate greeting, she
hobbled back, stopping now and again to address the remark, the tenor of which I could
not catch, to one or other of the shrouded forms, just as you or I might welcome an old
acquaintance. Having gone through this mysterious and horrible ceremony, she squatted
herself down on the table immediately under the White Death, and began, so far as I
could make out, to offer up prayers. The spectacle of this wicked creature pouring out
supplications, evil ones no doubt, to the arch enemy of mankind, was so uncanny that it
caused us to hasten our inspection.
"Now, Gagool," said I, in a low voice--somehow one did not dare to speak above a
whisper in that place--"lead us to the chamber."
The old witch promptly scrambled down from the table.
"My lords are not afraid?" she said, leering up into my face.
"Lead on."
"Good, my lords;" and she hobbled round to the back of the great Death. "Here is the
chamber; let my lords light the lamp, and enter," and she placed the gourd full of oil upon
the floor, and leaned herself against the side of the cave. I took out a match, of which we
had still a few in a box, and lit a rush wick, and then looked for the doorway, but there
was nothing before us except the solid rock. Gagool grinned. "The way is there, my lords.
Ha! ha! ha!"
"Do not jest with us," I said sternly.
"I jest not, my lords. See!" and she pointed at the rock.
As she did so, on holding up the lamp we perceived that a mass of stone was rising
slowly from the floor and vanishing into the rock above, where doubtless there is a cavity
prepared to receive it. The mass was of the width of a good-sized door, about ten feet
high and not less than five feet thick. It must have weighed at least twenty or thirty tons,
and was clearly moved upon some simple balance principle of counter-weights, probably
the same as that by which the opening and shutting of an ordinary modern window is
arranged. How the principle was set in motion, of course none of us saw; Gagool was
careful to avoid this; but I have little doubt that there was some very simple lever, which
was moved ever so little by pressure at a secret spot, thereby throwing additional weight
on to the hidden counter-balances, and causing the monolith to be lifted from the ground.
Very slowly and gently the great stone raised itself, till at last it had vanished altogether,
and a dark hole presented itself to us in the place which the door had filled.