HUNTING IN THE INTERIOR OF SELANGORE. 327
tion of the party who will keep a stand there for the sale of refreshments, photographs, and torches to the tourists who will visit the cave during the next century.
On entering the cave at the yawning black hole, we found ourselves in a grand cathedral, whose floor, walls, and roof were of smooth white limestone rock. Descending for a few yards from the mouth we came to a clear stream of water rippling across the rocky floor and seeking an exit near the mouth. Crossing this, we
walked forward along a grand gallery, with clean and level floor, perpendicular walls and gothic roof, like the nave of a cathedral, fifty feet wide and sixty feet high. At the farther end of the gallerya which was by our estimate about three hundred feet in length a the roof suddenly rose in a great round dome ninety or a hundred feet in height, completing so perfectly the resemblance of St. Petera s, at Rome, that had I the privilege of naming the cavern I could call it nothing else than Cathedral Cave. The accompanying diagram represents a vertical section, as nearly as could be obtained without measurements.
We stood for some time gazing in silence about us, quite awed by the grandeur of the natural rock-temple we had discovered.
Remembering the Baptistry at Pisa, and, recalling its beautiful echo, I sang out clear and strong,
Sol mi do.
The echo of the three notes mingled directly in a beautiful chord, wonderfully prolonged, like the sound of three voices winging their way upward until they were lost in the distance. The illusion was