The mouth of the cave was up the hillside--an opening shaped like a letter A.Its massive oaken door stood unbarred.

Within was a small chamber, chilly as an ice-house, and walled by Nature with solid limestone that was dewy with a cold sweat.
It was romantic and mysterious to stand here in the deep gloom and look out upon the green valley shining in the sun.

But the impressiveness of the situation quickly wore off, and the romping began again.

The moment a candle was lighted there was a general rush upon the owner of it; a struggle and a gallant defence followed, but the candle was soon knocked down or blown out, and then there was a glad clamor of laughter and a new chase.

But all things have an end.