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A few miles from the tiny town of
Armed with kerosene lanterns, candles,
ropes, picks and shovels, Jake Fitzgerald and his brother, Joe, disappeared
into the cave. A curious group of mountaineers waited at the entrance. The sun
was sinking below the mountain ridge when the two youths returned. Excitedly,
they told of a limitless wonderland of jewel-like magnificence beneath the
ground. Vast open chambers, crystal lakes, strangely shaped stone formations,
jewel-like stalagmites and stalactites intermingled with underground rivers,
waterfalls and even beautiful cave flowers.
Fired with enthusiasm, a team of eight men
entered the cave. They planned to open Buck Hill Caverns for the public. For
several weeks they mapped the vast network of underground passageways and moved
deeper into the earth's bowels. One day, the workmen were resting beside a
frozen, stone waterfall. To their left was a yawning pit that seemingly had no
bottom. They had dropped pans into the opening and listened for the sound of
landing. There was only silence.