Piotr Nater
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792 appearances
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 8 Aug
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Two obelisks of salt commemorated the visit of Francis I and his empress in another spacious irregular vault, through which we passed by means of a wooden gun.
wooden bridge resting on piers of the crystalline rock.
After we had descended to the bottom of this chamber, a boy ran along the bridge, above, with a burning bengal light, throwing flashes of blue luster on the obelisks, on the scarred walls, vast arches, the entrances to deeper holes, and the far roof fretted with the picks of the workmen.
The effect was magical, wonderful.
Even the old Prussian, who had the face of an exchange broker, exclaimed
Fained, as he pointed upward, it is like a sky full of cloud lampkins.
Presently we entered another and loftier chamber, yawning downwards like the mouth of hell, with cavernous tunnels opening out on the farther end, and
In these tunnels the workmen, half naked, with torches in their hands, wild cries, fireworks, and the firing of guns, which here so reverberates in the imprisoned air that one can feel every wave of sound, gave a rough representation of the infernal regions for the benefit of the crowned heads who visit the mines.
The effect must be indeed diabolical.
Even we, unexceptionable characters as we were, looked truly uncanny in our ghostly garments amid the livid glare of the fireworks.
A little farther we struck upon a lake four fathoms deep, upon which we embarked in a heavy square boat, and entered a gloomy tunnel, over the entrance of which was inscribed, in salt letters Good luck to you and
In such a place the motto seemed ironical Abandon hope, all ye who enter here would have been more appropriate.
Midway in the tunnel, the holes at either end were suddenly illuminated, and a crash as of a hundred cannon, bellowing through the hollow vaults, shook the air and water in such wise that our boat had not ceased trembling when we landed in the farther hall.
Reed Task
Treman de Spazio Atre Caverne, Elerceco inquelrum or Rimbomba, if you want to hear the sound of it.
A tablet inscribed Heartily welcome saluted us in landing.
Finally, at the depth of four hundred and fifty feet our journey ceased, although we were but halfway to the bottom.
The remainder is a wilderness of shafts, galleries, and smaller chambers, the extent of which we could only conjecture.
We then returned through scores of tortuous passages to some vaults, where a lot of gnomes, naked to the hips, were busy with pick, mullet and wedge, blocking out and separating the
with a solid pavement.
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