But what I saw myself was this: Your father was going to work in the mine one night, and I had been down with his supper.

It was soon after we were married, and not very long before you were born.

He came with me to the mouth of the mine, and left me to go home alone, for I knew the way almost as well as the floor of our own cottage.

It was pretty dark, and in some parts of the road where the rocks overhung nearly quite dark.

But I got along perfectly well, never thinking of being afraid, until I reached a spot you know well enough, Curdie, where the path has to make a sharp turn out of the way of a great rock on the left-hand side.