TELLS ABOUT HOW WE LOOKED INTO THE PIT I never saw anything like that before and it--it didn't exactly scare me--but it made me feel sort of funny.

It gave me the creeps to see right in front of me like that, how lakes and valleys and all the land could be changed and me standing there watching it.

It seemed as if the earth was being made all over again, as you might say.
"That's where we came through only a little while ago," I said, "how will it be inside where the lake was--is ?" Especially it seemed queer like, because it was getting dark fast and the sound of the water rushing and the sky all black made everything seem awful gloomy.
"Is Temple Camp all right, do you suppose ?" I asked Bert.
"Guess so," he said, "that's over on the south shore.

But hanged if I know how we're going to get there or anywhere else.

Guess we'll just have to stand here like the Statue of Liberty." I said, "Listen to the water." "It isn't so high in the valley," Bert said; "it must have been worse a couple of hours ago." Then all of a sudden he said.
"Shh--listen!" "I hear it," I said.
"No, not the water," he said; "listen.