The Devil's Pit
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By the time we got to the devil's hole, I was eating mules war than any animal I can think. Ornery, good for nothing. Critters. By the time I'd finished honey in them with corn whiskey, there was not a drop left for me and new My arms was ready to fall off with older yanking and lacking club in they'd been at. I was plumb tired, but no wasted. No time getting the rope down. That curse it whole. I looked over at my friend by the flicker in lamplight. He looked as eager as a bride groom on his way. A Newell. I sees a problem, says I. We can't have the rope tied to the beasts while you be down the hole. They'll tire, not have the spunk toe pull you up. But how do I untie the rope from that steak yonder and re tie it to the mules? Halter. There being some £500 of it? Do you dare untie that rope? Says he just tired that loose into the mules. Then when it's timeto pull me up, saw the stick. Just make sure you have started whipping those mules before the steak is cut. If that rope is slack. When the steak is broken, booze rear mules could get jerked off their feet and then you'll have a message. Trouble getting them doing what you want them doing. Goodbye, Erin says. Norwood, are totally grin. It's time for you to start pulling a rope. I'll fire off my pesto. Let's hope my poder stays dry. You'll or you'll never be seeing me again. Clasped Newell's Hand Goodbar, Newell's as I God Bless you boy. See you soon before I could say another word knows at the lip of the pit, luring his lamp down the hole, satisfied that the lamp was hanging down far enough that he wouldn't be kicking it, he tied the loose end and aligned to his belt, then disappeared over the lip of the ledge. Just like that, he hooted and hollered and saying How happy the soldier, who lives alone is paying. Spends effort, crown on sixpence a day he fears neither. Justices warrants no bombs, but pays always depths with a roll of the drums they joined in the cars. The road we don't roadie, don't road Edo. It pays off his debts. Whether all of the drums. We sang together till distance and echoes made it not worth the effort. Time dragged as it does under the worst of preachers, only difference. There were no odd words. A divine inspiration. Toe fortify the heart. Just a heavy feeling of impending doom tended to the mules. They are my belly at the edge of pit. A listening, I prayed. Sometimes when the mules wrested from their damnable racket, I could hear snatches a muffled singing rising from the earth's bowels. Suddenly, there was a great boom, and sound rumbled under the depths like thunder in a barrel. The mules were terrified, a braid and tried to run away. But the state didn't budge. Daft a fire, a pistol in a cave. We went to my duffel bag to get muscle. Good. Wasn't there a cold, clammy feeling filled? I went through Newell's bag. No saw. I pulled my knife from its sheath and tried to whittle away at the stake. It was like trying toe whittle iron. The steak was oak was thick. It was hammered at least a foot into a crevice. I grab Newell Sledge began toe hammer the side of the stick with all I was worth. The sledge bounced off the steak and the steak didn't move. An inch slumped against the wall. What could I do? I couldn't leave to go and get a saw without taking the mules, as they could not be left untended. But I could not handle them by myself. During a long trek. Gonna cave. No one would think I had abandoned him. Suddenly I heard a god awful scream and the mules erupted backwards over a general.