Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine
CONTENTS THE VALLEY OF THE OUYSSE AND ROC-AMADOUR FROM THE ALZOU TO THE DORDOGNE WAYFARING UNDERGROUND IN THE VALLEY OF THE CELE IN THE ALBIGEOIS ACROSS THE ROUERGUE THE BLACK CAUSSE THE CANON OF THE TARN IN THE VALLEY OF THE LOT
Before he meets his sister or sees Jane.
I felt my way then cautiously along,
Quite nervous, lest I should again go wrong.
The window was a bow one--on I passed,
Still groping onward, till I cried at last,
Ah! here it is, this is the curtain slide;
I passed within, when--how shall I describe
My woeful plight? I screamed and yelled with pain,
My feelings to describe, alas! 'twere vain,
In the self-acting shower bath I had stepped.
And in a torrent its freed waters leapt
On my distracted form, with deafening sound,
Which sent me stunned and spinning to the ground
In painful and undignified surprise;
The curtains having deadened the wild cries,
Wrung from me under such enforced surprise,
No one had been aware of my sad plight.
As dripping, shivering with the sudden fright,
I drew my wet clothes off and felt my way
For dry ones, longing for the light of day,
As longs some sun-struck traveller, from whose sight
A momentary shock obscures the light.
The darkness so oppressive and intense
Seemed round me an impenetrable fence,
As well to physical as mental view,
Deadening the intellect and reason too.
CONTENTS THE VALLEY OF THE OUYSSE AND ROC-AMADOUR FROM THE ALZOU TO THE DORDOGNE WAYFARING UNDERGROUND IN THE VALLEY OF THE CELE IN THE ALBIGEOIS ACROSS THE ROUERGUE THE BLACK CAUSSE THE CANON OF THE TARN IN THE VALLEY OF THE LOT