It may be easily understood, that I was tremendously curious, though in a frightened way, to know to what infernal place that hole led; though, so far, the idea had not struck me, seriously, of making an investigation.  I was far too much imbued with a sense of horror of the Swine-creatures, to think of venturing, willingly, where there was any chance of coming into contact with them.

Gradually, however, as time passed, this feeling grew insensibly less; so that when, a few days later, the thought occurred to me that it might be possible to clamber down and have a look into the hole, I was not so exceedingly averse to it, as might have been imagined.  Still, I do not think, even then, that I really intended to try any such foolhardy adventure.  For all that I could tell, it might be certain death, to enter that doleful looking opening.  And yet, such is the pertinacity of human curiosity, that, at last, my chief desire was but to discover what lay beyond that gloomy entrance.

Slowly, as the days slid by, my fear of the Swine-things became an emotion of the past—­more an unpleasant, incredible memory, than aught else.

Thus, a day came, when, throwing thoughts and fancies adrift, I procured a rope from the house, and, having made it fast to a stout tree, at the top of the rift, and some little distance back from the Pit edge, let the other end down into the cleft, until it dangled right across the mouth of the dark hole.

Then, cautiously, and with many misgivings as to whether it was not a mad act that I was attempting, I climbed slowly down, using the rope as a support, until I reached the hole.  Here, still holding on to the rope, I stood, and peered in.  All was perfectly dark, and not a sound came to me.  Yet, a moment later, it seemed that I could hear something.  I held my breath, and listened; but all was silent as the grave, and I breathed freely once more.  At the same instant, I heard the sound again.  It was like a noise of labored breathing—­deep and sharp-drawn.  For a short second, I stood, petrified; not able to move.  But now the sounds had ceased again, and I could hear nothing.

As I stood there, anxiously, my foot dislodged a pebble, which fell inward, into the dark, with a hollow chink.  At once, the noise was taken up and repeated a score of times; each succeeding echo being fainter, and seeming to travel away from me, as though into remote distance.  Then, as the silence fell again, I heard that stealthy breathing.  For each respiration I made, I could hear an answering breath.  The sounds appeared to be coming nearer; and then, I heard several others; but fainter and more distant.  Why I did not grip the rope, and spring up out of danger, I cannot say.  It was as though I had been paralyzed.  I broke out into a profuse sweat, and tried to moisten my lips with my tongue.  My throat had gone suddenly dry, and I coughed, huskily.  It came back to me, in a dozen, horrible, throaty tones, mockingly.  I peered, helplessly, into the gloom; but still nothing showed.  I had a strange, choky sensation, and again I coughed, dryly.  Again the echo took it up, rising and falling, grotesquely, and dying slowly into a muffled silence.