Brown, who was under no delusion as to his share in the venture, scoffed openly at the idea of finding anything buried, in a land where every living "crittur," as he put it, was a thief from birth.

But Hassan led on in, fearless now that the cannibals were gone, and positive as if he led into his own house and would show his house-hold treasures.
He stopped before a black-mouthed chasm, two or three hundred yards along the smallest subdivision of the cavern, and called for lights and a rope.

We lit lanterns, and he showed us men's bones lying everywhere in grisly confusion.
"Tippoo Tib his men!" he remarked.

"They throwing ivory in here, then byumby men who eat men kill and eat them.

I alone living to tell! Plenty men who eat men in those days--all mountains full of them!" He tied a lantern to a rope and lowered it down what looked like an old vent-hole in the lava.