I wished to see so wonderful a work of engineering; but, after all, I have been in a much uglier and more wonderful place, and I can see nothing here stranger than when I was rowed for three-quarters of a mile on the river in the Mammoth Cave.
In any case I shall see little but a continuation of what I see already; so if you cannot bear it, we will go back." By this time Esmo, who had been in the bows, had joined us, wishing to know why I had stopped the boat.
"This child," I said, "is not used to travelling, and the tunnel frightens her; so that I think, after all, we had better take the usual course across the mountains." "Nonsense!" he answered.

"There is no danger here; less probably than in an ordinary drive, certainly less than in a balloon.

Don't spoil her, my friend.

If you begin by yielding to so silly a caprice as this, you will end by breaking her heart before the two years are out." "Do go on," whispered Eveena.

"I was very silly; I am not so frightened now, and if you will hold me fast, I will not misbehave again." Esmo had taken the matter out of my hands, desiring the boatman to proceed; and though I sympathised with my bride's feminine terror much more than her father appeared to do, I was selfishly anxious, in spite of my declaration that there could be no novelty in this tunnel, to see one thing certainly original--the means by which so narrow and so long a passage could be efficiently ventilated.