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The autograph manuscript of “The Terror of Blue John Gap” reproduced above is courtesy of Dartmouth College Library, Rauner Special Collections, MS-93: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
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gigantic. The combat between my reason which told me that such
things could not be, and my senses which told me that they
were, raged within me as I lay. Finally I was almost ready to
persuade myself that this experience had been part of some
evil dream, and that my abnormal condition might have
conjured up a hallucination. But before I won my way
out of the cavern I had a final experience which removed the
last possibility of doubt from my mind.
I had taken my matches from my armpit and
and felt them. They seemed perfectly hard and dry. Stooping
down into a crevice of the rocks I tried one of them. To my
delight it took fire at once. I lit the candle, and with a
terrified backward glance into the obscure depths of the cavern
I hurried in the direction of the Roman passage. As I did
so I passed the patch of mud on which I had seen the
huge imprint. Now I stood astonished before it, for there
were three similar imprints upon its surface, enormous in
size, irregular in outline, of a depth which indicated
the ponderous weight which had left them. Then a great
terror came suddenly upon me. Stooping and shading my
candle with my hand I [deleted: rushed / inserted: ran] in a frenzy of fear to the
rocky archway, hastened down it, and never stopped
until with weary feet and panting lungs I rushed up
the final slope of stones, broke through the tangle of briars,
and flung myself exhausted upon the soft grass under
the peaceful light of the stars. It was three in the morning
when I reached the farmhouse. and today I am all
unstrung and quivering after my terrific [deleted: experience / inserted: adventure]. As yet
I have told no one. I must move warily in the matter. What
would the poor lonely women or the uneducated yokuls here
think of it, if I were to tell them my experience. Let me go to some
one who can understand or advise.
Ap [deleted: 23 / inserted: 25]d. I was laid up in the bed for two days after
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