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Canyon, where marble was once taken out in large quantities, and so the rock was native rock, I'm sure. Since the remaining light was all we had except matches, we voted to get back to the opening as soon as possible, and after a hard struggle upgrade we got back to daylight and held conference. We decided to bed down and talk it over further the next day, as it was getting late.

   However, the next day we were inclined to look foolishly at each other and claim it was all our imagination thinking that there was anything strange on the other side of that barrier, and it was just another one of those many caves in the country. Carlsbad is just 65 miles north of there, and the whole country is no doubt honeycombed underneath.

   We finished our experiments and left, late in July, but I have never been able to forget the caves, and the odd sounds on the other side of that barrier. Or for that matter, the barrier itself, for it was too perfect to be natural, I believe. Or maybe I've just read too many AMAZING STORIES', and am inclined to wild ideas. As the Mexicans say, Quien sabe?  Some day I'm going to write you a ding-how Scientifiction or something-or-other, and then place it and my rejection notice among my souvenirs. Maybe then I can go on reading AMAZING STORIES in peace, without wanting to dash off a dinger. - K. A. Gookin., Carmel Radio & Sound Service., Box 1865., Carmel, Calif.

 

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#17 --- Franklin Folsom's book, "EXPLORING AMERICAN CAVES" contains the following on pp. 203-204:

   "It is part of folklore in some quarters that cave air is dangerous -- or that there may not be enough (air) to breath. Spelunkers know better.

   "They (Spelunkers – or cave explorers) know that