Gourds of milk were present in generous numbers, and as one's eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness all sorts of domestic paraphernalia were revealed.
Little separate inclosures were fenced off for human tenantry, and the glow of embers gave a pleasant, homelike look to the place.

Cavern after cavern extended back into the cliff, a network of them, but how far they went would be hard to tell.

Perhaps the cave in all its subterranean ramifications has never been entirely explored.
We wandered back through some of the caverns, sometimes stooping to get through and sometimes standing beneath domes thirty and forty feet high.
And always that queer, mystical light, with exaggerated shadows and sometimes black darkness ahead, where could be heard the drip, drip, drip of water in invisible lakes.

In time of siege the holders of this cave, with granaries filled and with herds of cattle and lakes of water, could hold the place for ever.
The tenants of the place soon became pleasant and hospitable.

Perhaps many of them had never seen white people before, but they sat down and watched us with friendly interest.