CouldIhavereachedthatwoolIwouldhavebatheditwithmytears，intestimonyofregret。Butalas！itwasnowfarbeyondmygrasp。Asitdangledamongthecordageofthebell，Ifancieditalive。I
fanciedthatitstoodonendwithindignation。Thusthehappy-dandyFlosAerisofJavabears，itissaid，abeautifulflower，whichwilllivewhenpulledupbytheroots。Thenativessuspenditbyacordfromtheceilingandenjoyitsfragranceforyears。
Ourquarrelwasnowmadeup，andwelookedabouttheroomforanaperturethroughwhichtosurveythecityofEdina。Windowstherewerenone。Thesolelightadmittedintothegloomychamberproceededfromasquareopening，aboutafootindiameter，ataheightofaboutsevenfeetfromthefloor。Yetwhatwilltheenergyoftruegeniusnoteffect？Iresolvedtoclamberuptothishole。Avastquantityofwheels，pinions，andothercabalisticlookingmachinerystoodoppositethehole，closetoit；andthroughtheholetherepassedanironrodfromthemachinery。BetweenthewheelsandthewallwheretheholelaytherewasbarelyroomformybodyyetIwasdesperate，anddeterminedtopersevere。IcalledPompeytomyside。
“Youperceivethataperture，Pompey。Iwishtolookthroughit。Youwillstandherejustbeneaththeholeso。Now，holdoutoneofyourhands，Pompey，andletmestepuponitthus。Now，theotherhand，Pompey，andwithitsaidIwillgetuponyourshoulders。”
HedideverythingIwished，andIfound，upongettingup，thatI