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Helen Hunt Jackson
26
Instead
of
coming
down
as
I
expected
to
on
the
cabbages,
which
were
just
under
that
window
the
last
time
I
was
in
the
cellar,
I
found
myself
sinking,
sinking,
into
some
horrible
soft,
slimy,
sticky
substance,
which
in
an
instant
more
would
have
closed
over
my
head,
and
suffocated
me;
but,
fortunately,
as
I
sank,
I
felt
something
hard
at
one
side,
and
making
a
great
effort,
I
caught
on
it
with
my
claws.
It
proved
to
be
the
side
of
a
barrel,
and
I
succeeded
in
getting
one
paw
over
the
edge
of
it.
There
I
hung,
growing
weaker
and
weaker
every
minute,
with
this
frightful
stuff
running
into
my
eyes
and
ears,
and
choking
me
with
its
bad
smell.
I
mewed
as
loud
as
I
could,
which
was
not
very
loud,
for
whenever
I
opened
my
mouth
the
stuff
trickled
into
it
off
my
whiskers;
but
I
called
to
Caesar,
who
stood
in
great
distress
at
the
window,
and
explained
to
him,
as
well
as
I
could,
what
had
happened
to
me,
and
begged
him
to
call
as
loudly
as
possible;
for
if
somebody
did
not
come
very
soon,
and
take
me
out,
I
should
certainly
die.
He
insisted,
at
first,
on
jumping
down
to
help
me
himself;
but
I
told
him
that
would
be
the
most
foolish
thing
he
could
do;
if
he
did,
we
should
certainly
both
be
drowned.
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