62 THE VICTORIAN NATURALIST. 
similar places to these, we envy those who have good hard hats to 
protect their heads. Having traversed this uncomfortable portion, 
we turn to the right into a high chamber, and on the corner of the 
wall as we turn we have some four feet from the ground the 
“Hanging Fleece,” which is of a whitish yellow, is some feet in 
length, and is an almost perfect representation of a large fleece of 
wool. 
Having passed through this chamber on dry ground, a few yards 
further on we come to another, and on the wall as we turn into it 
we have the “Organ Pipes,” being six or eight large stalactites, if 
they may be so called, of some feet in length, representing the pipes 
of an organ, and which, when struck, have a clear ring, showing they 
are perfect and sound. From this on the stalactites disappear, the 
cave seeming to have been cut out of the soft yellow rock. 
The floor now is yery uneven, and suddenly rises some eight or 
ten feet, up which we clamber and find ourselves in a long narrow 
chamber of soft yellow rock known as the “ Registry Office.” Here 
on both sides are the names of those who have entered the caye, 
written in every imaginable style, from candle grease, downwards, 
thus giving the chamber its name. This gallery has a smooth floor, 
and is about four feet wide, fifty feet long, and twenty feet high. 
Under this there is another gallery of the same length, along which 
itis necessary to creep almost flat on your face, there being only 
room for one at atime to pass. The original floor of the cave after 
passing the registry office falls about seven feet into a chamber with 
a fine sandy floor and of a good height, and the cave pretty well 
keeps this character for the remainder of the distance we go, the 
creek sometimes crossing and sometimes running straight down the 
cave, until we come to a long chamber with sides sloping upwards, 
until they almost join in the centre, the walls being of a hard brown 
stone, and here as we are all nearly frozen in our lower limbs, we 
elect to stop, our guide telling us we have travelled nearly a mile 
but that if we like he will take us upwards of a mile further on, that 
being the distance he has explored, although the cave extends 
further eyen than that. 
We now put out our candles and we can then realise that darkness 
which can be felt, and in it our voices seem unwilling to leave our 
close proximity, but even here we find life, for we see around us on 
the walls what look like very small glow-worms,* shining out like 
miniature stars, and which seem to make the darkness more intense. 
Having re-lit our candles we retrace our steps as rapidly as possible 
to the entrance. On emerging from the cave we quickly make our 
*Probably a fungous growth. 
