Baron Sebastian von Trump
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
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So Bulgar and I, with stout hearts, followed straight after these silent guides, although I must confess my legs were beginning to feel the terrible strain I had put them to, but I resolved to push on ahead.
at least until we had cleared the demon's quarry, and then to bring my little herd to a halt and pass the rest of the day in the night season in well earned repose.
Once within the quarry, however, all sense of fatigue vanished, and my thankful mind, entranced and fascinated by the deep silence, the awful grandeur, the mysterious lights and shadows of the place, lent me new strength.
At length we had traversed this city of silence and gloom, and once again we emerged into the full glory of the afternoon sun.
Suddenly my little trove of cattle, with playful tossing of their heads, broke into a run.
Bulgar and I at their heels, however, it was a mad race, but dear friends, when it ended, I took off my fur cap and tossed it high into the air with a wild cry of joy, and Bulgar broke out in a string of yelps and barks, for look ye, the cattle were crazing away for dear life there in front of me, and as their breath reached my ears.
My keen nostrils recognized the odour of Yuliana's herbs which she had bound on my hard head.
Yes, we stood almost upon the brink of the giant's well, but I was too tired to take another step farther, too tired, in fact, to eat, although I had a stock of dried fruit in my pockets, and noticed that the nests of the wild fowl were well supplied with eggs.
Having unloosened the tackle from the back of the good beast that had carried it up the mountain for me,
I threw myself on the ground and was soon fast asleep, with my faithful bulgar coiled up close against my breast.
In the morning the cattle were nowhere to be seen, but I didn't trouble myself about them.
For I knew that old Juliana would be sent up after them the moment they were missed.
After a hearty breakfast on half a dozen roasted eggs of the wild fowl, with some dried fruit and winter green berries, Bulgar and I advanced to the edge of the giant's well, or rather to the edge of the vast terraces of rock leading down to it, each of which was from thirty to fifty feet in sheer height.
Before I go any further, dear friends, I must beg you to remember that
That I am an expert in the use of tackle, there be no knot noose or splice known to a sailor which I didn't have at my fingers ends.
A fact not to be wondered at, when you take into consideration the thousands of miles which I have travelled on water, nor would I have you shake your heads and look only half persuaded when I go on describing our descent into the giant's well, for, of course, you'll be asking yourselves how I succeeded in getting the tackle down when there was no one left at the other end to untie it.
Know then that was the smallest of my troubles, for as any sailor will tell you, you only need to tie your line in what is known as a fool's knot, to one end of which you make fast a mere cord.
The moment you have reached the bottom, a sharp tug at the cord unties the fool's knot, and your tackle falls down after you.
My method was to lower Bulgar down first, and then let myself down after him.
In this way we proceeded from parapet to parapet, until at last we stood upon the very edge of the vast well, the existence of which had been so mysteriously hinted at in Don Foom's manuscript, its mouth was probably fifty feet in width.
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