"I say, Dick Galbraith, old fellow just ask the minister to take a peep
at that book-larning he carries in his head, and see if he can't tell me
why this cussed hole was made--if its natur or Kaffir architecture."
"I believe, my friend," answered the minister, "that you have fallen
into a pit, dug by its depth, to catch giraffes. Ah! by the way, tell
me, is there not a bank of earth left in the centre?"
"Yes," answered Thompson, "that there is; and but for my arm, I'd climb
it and be out in a jiffy, but this here member burns--saving your
presence, Mr Ferguson--like blazes, and won't move no how."