and carried her to the upper part of their dwelling.
At the same moment, cries arose from all parts of Coal Town,
which was threatened by a sudden inundation. The inhabitants fled
for safety to the top of the schist rocks bordering the lake;
terror spread in all directions; whole families in
frantic haste
rushed towards the
tunnel in order to reach the upper regions
of the pit.
It was feared that the sea had burst into the colliery, for its galleries
and passages penetrated as far as the Caledonian Canal. In that case
the entire
excavation, vast as it was, would be completely flooded.
Not a single inhabitant of New Aberfoyle would escape death.
But when the
foremost fugitives reached the entrance to the
tunnel,
they encountered Simon Ford, who had quitted his
cottage.
"Stop, my friends, stop!" shouted the old man; "if our town
is to be overwhelmed, the floods will rush faster than you can;
no one can possibly escape. But see! the waters are rising
no further! it appears to me the danger is over."
"And our comrades at the far end of the works--what about them?"
cried some of the miners.
"There is nothing to fear for them," replied Simon; "they are working
on a higher level than the bed of the loch."
It was soon
evident that the old man was in the right.
The sudden influx of water had rushed to the very lowest
bed of the vast mine, and its only
ultimate effect was to raise
the level of Loch Malcolm a few feet. Coal Town was uninjured,
and it was
reasonable to hope that no one had perished in the flood
of water which had descended to the depths of the mine never yet
penetrated by the
workmen.
Simon and his men could not decide whether this inundation was owing
to the
overflow of a subterranean sheet of water penetrating
fissures
in the solid rock, or to some
undergroundtorrent breaking through its
worn bed, and precipitating itself to the lowest level of the mine.
But that very same evening they knew what to think about it,
for the local papers published an
account of the
marvelous phenomenon
which Loch Katrine had exhibited.
The
surprising news was soon after confirmed by the four travelers, who,
returning with all possible speed to the
cottage,
learned with extreme
satisfaction that no serious damage was done in New Aberfoyle.
The bed of Loch Katrine had fairly given way. The waters had suddenly
broken through by an
enormousfissure into the mine beneath.
Of Sir Walter Scott's favorite loch there was not left enough to wet
the pretty foot of the Lady of the Lake; all that remained was a pond
of a few acres at the further extremity.
This
singular event made a
profoundsensation in the country.
It was a thing unheard of that a lake should in the space of a few
minutes empty itself, and disappear into the bowels of the earth.
There was nothing for it but to erase Loch Katrine from the map of
Scotland until (by public subscription) it could be refilled, care being
of course taken, in the first place, to stop the rent up tight.
This
catastrophe would have been the death of Sir Walter Scott,
had he still been in the world.
The accident was explicable when it was ascertained that,
between the bed of the lake and the vast
cavity beneath,
the
geological strata had become reduced to a thin layer,
incapable of longer sustaining the weight of water.
Now, although to most people this event seemed
plainly due
to natural causes, yet to James Starr and his friends,
Simon and Harry Ford, the question
constantly recurred,
was it not rather to be attributed to malevolence?
Uneasy suspicions
continually harassed their minds.
Was their evil
genius about to renew his
persecution of those who ventured to work
this rich mine?
At the
cottage, some days later, James Starr thus discussed
the matter with the old man and his son: "Well, Simon," said he,
"to my thinking we must class this circumstance with the others
for which we still seek elucidation, although it is no doubt
possible to explain it by natural causes."
"I am quite of your mind, Mr. James," replied Simon, "but take my advice,