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Book , Online - Google Books. But what a sight, Andy! I've never, never, to all my life seen or heard so many birds together before! It seems to be coming out of a cave! Right out of the depths of the cliff. And look-do you see that waterfall splashing half-way down the cliff? That comes out of a hole somewhere up there. I suppose it couldn't find a way to seep down through the rock, so it has forced itself out up there, and made a waterfall.

I can hardly hear myself speak! What shall we do? She'll be all right there. We can jump across to the rocks nearby. It's marvellous, really marvellous. We don't want to waste too much time eating. If we had a snack now, we could make a good meal on the way back. So they hurriedly made some sandwiches of bread and butter and potted meat. They ate them, had a drink, and then, with the Andy lying quietly at anchor, looked to see which rock would be the best to jump to.

They took off their shoes and tied them round their necks. Then they made their way across the rocks to the foot of the cliff. Not far off the river that came out of a cavern in the cliff surged into the sea, frothing and seething where its current met the waves of the sea. The waters there boiled and surged and made a great noise. Altogether it was a very deafening place, for the sea-birds never once stopped their loud clamouring and calling.

It's a steep cliff, but not dangerous to anyone like us that's used to climbing about. Look out for any slippery bit. You go last, Tom, in case one of the girls should slip.

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With the clamour of the buds round them, and a ceaseless swish of wings, the four children began their steep climb. There were plenty of good footholds and handholds, but their parents would certainly not have liked to watch them going slowly upwards, higher and higher. Soon they looked like specks against the towering cliffs. They had their rubber shoes on again now, and Tom carried his camera slung over his shoulder.

Soon they came to the nesting-places, high up beyond the reach of any stormy waves. The frightened, angry birds flew off their eggs. There were no nests at all. Jill was grieved to see yet more eggs roll into the sea. Look what a funny shape they are--awfully pointed at one end. Soon they came to a narrow ledge that seemed almost like a pathway round the cliff-side. It was about halfway up. Jill suddenly gave a cry. I've just looked down! And oh, I don't like it a bit! I might fall, it makes me giddy. Follow me, and I'll take you round the cliff a bit, where there's a wider place you can rest in.

You're tired! Trembling, poor Jill followed Andy closely, not daring to look down at the far-away sea again. Neither Tom nor Mary minded a bit. They thought it was funny of Jill to feel afraid. The ledge was a favourite nesting-place for the birds, and the children had to be careful not to tread on the eggs. Jill was glad when the rocky pathway widened out, and became a fine resting-place. At the back of this resting-place was a shallow cave. The children crawled into it, and lay there, panting, warm with their climb.

But just as he was about to go, he stopped. He heard a noise that sounded most peculiar in that deserted, sea-bird-haunted place--the sound of somebody whistling a well-known tune! How very strange! A Real Puzzle. THE whistle sounded loud and clear. The children listened in the utmost astonishment. Somebody on the Cliff of Birds! Who in the wide world could it be? A wild clamouring of sea-birds began again and the whistling was drowned in the noise.

The children looked at one another. Jill pulled him back. He might be a bird-watcher or photographer or something--and if he thought we had disturbed the birds, he'd be angry.

The whistling sounded again, very clear indeed, and a scraping sound told the children that the whistler must be coming near. Above the cave they were resting in, was a narrow ledge.

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On this ledge the whistler had sat himself down, for, dangling over the top edge of the cave suddenly appeared a pair of bare legs. The children stared at these legs in silence. They didn't like them a bit. They were enormous legs, and on the end of them were enormous feet, very dirty indeed. The legs were covered with thick black hairs, almost like the fur of an animal. Somehow the children felt that the owner of these legs would be as horrid as his dangling feet! They didn't say a word. Jill's heart beat rather fast. She stared at the swinging feet, and wished they would go away.

The whistling went on and on. Then, dropped deliberately down to the rocky ledge that lay in front ofthe cave, came some sea-birds' eggs. They were flung down to make a splash as they smashed. The children felt indignant. How horrid of anyone to break birds' eggs on purpose like that! But no one said a word. There was something about those great legs that made them feel rather afraid.

Whoever was up there didn't know there was anyone about but himself--and he would be the kind of fellow who wouldn't welcome children at all! Whatever could he be? Not a fisherman, surely. And how could he have come to the Cliff of Birds? The children had seen no boat in the bay below. They hoped that the man wouldn't spot their boat, either. At the moment they felt sure it couldn't be seen from where the man sat. They wriggled back. They could still see the dangling legs, with their big ugly feet and toes. Then they saw something else. The man was swinging a pair of field-glasses by their strap, and the children could see them going to and fro by the man's feet.

The whistling stopped. The glasses were swung up again, and the children wondered if the man was using them. What was he looking for? Something out to sea? There was a low exclamation. Clearly the man had seen what he was looking for. The children strained their eyes into the distance, trying to see if any ship was on the horizon--but they could see nothing at all. After a while the man got up. His horrid legs were drawn up one by one and disappeared. Thank goodness! The children imagined that a man with such enormous legs must be almost a giant!

There came a scrambling noise and a few bits and pieces fell from the ledge above the cave as the man walked off. The whistling sounded again, but stopped after a little. Then there was silence. Andy crawled out of the shallow cave and listened cautiously. Nothing to be heard. He went out on to the wide ledge and peered up. He came back to the children. Andy shook his head. There's no way overland at all. Never has been. Sometimes bird-men have come to this cliff to study the sea-birds, but they always had to come by boat.

The cliff is nndimbable the other side, and very dangerous. It's impossible to hide a boat la this shallow bay. Perhaps there's a cave where he's living. I've a good mind to go and see! I'm sure he is a huge, ugly, hairy kind of man--like a big gorilla, or something! Though I must say I don't feel as if he is, somehow! Nasty growly sort of voice he had too. Anyone can come here and watch the birds. You two girls stay here. We won't be long. The girls wanted a little more rest after their long climb, and were quite content to be left.

They lay back, and listened to the sound of the boys climbing up to the ledge above the cave entrance. The boys climbed up the rocky path. They were glad the girls hadn't come, for in places it was very narrow--nothing but a goat-path, Andy said. There were no goats though, in that part of the country, for there was not enough for even a goat to eat! Very little grew on that rocky cliff, except for a hardy cushion of sea-pinks here and there. As they rounded a corner of the cliff, they heard a rushing sound.

As far as I remember it quite bars the way. They saw the waterfall the next moment. It was a magnificent sight, though the waterfall was not a very big one. But the sight of the torrent of water suddenly flinging itself out of the cliff, making a slight arch in the air and then falling headlong down the steep rocky cliff, gleaming and glittering as it went, made the two boys stop in wonder.

There's been no place he could hide in at all on our way here. Not even a place where a rabbit could hide. Where's he gone? Who could get through that terrific gush? He'd be swept down the cliff with the torrent! The boys were now beside the waterfall. It fell down the cliff with a clamour as loud as the gulls made. It almost deafened them, and they had to raise their voices to speak to one another.

Tom gazed at the water gushing out from the hole in the cliff. He imagined it rushing through the dark, silent heart of that towering cliff, hidden away in narrow channels and tunnels--to come out suddenly into the sunshine, and leap downwards in joy, to join the sparkling sea below. He felt puzzled. Certainly it was very strange to think that the man whose legs they had seen was nowhere about! Had he fallen off the cliff?

Horrid thought! He must be used to these cliffs, or he wouldn't be on them. He's somewhere here. Then where is he! He looked to see if there was a way above the waterfall, but the rocky cliff there was smooth and steep. No one could climb over the waterfall that way. He bent down and looked under the water, that formed an arch as'it jerked itself from the cliff.

It would be too dangerous to try and creep under that," he said. Golly, it's a puzzle! They turned to go back, quite baffled. As they made their way along the ledge the noise of the waterfall suddenly seemed to lessen. The boys looked back. I bet after a heavy rainfall the waterfall gets enormous," said Andy. It just depends on how much rain we've had.

I wonder why. They rounded a comer, and made their way back to the girls, who were now waiting impatiently for them. Queer, isn't it? Also I'm hungry for my dinner. We only had a snack, you know. They all started down--and when they had gone just a little way, they heard a sound that once more gave them a surprise.

Where in the world does he hide? How I'd like to know! A Good Trip Back. IT was certainly astonishing to hear the man whistling again, when they felt certain that he wasn't anywhere near! Andy stopped and looked back, but he could see nothing. Golly, where could the man have been, Tom, when we went all the way to the waterfall? I want my dinner much more than I want to go and find out where that man hid!

So down they went and down. It was much easier to go down than up. Jill was sensible and did not look at the sea at all this time, in case she felt giddy again. After a time they all stood safely on the rock at the bottom of the cliff. Not far off was the underground river, sliding turbulently out of the cavern at the foot of the cliff.

Soon they were in their boat again. It was bobbing gently on the pool where they had anchored it. They clambered aboard, and the girls went down into the cabin to bring up some food. Cold ham. Hard-boiled eggs again. And a big tin of sliced peaches. What a lovely meal when you were terribly hungry! There's some with fruit and nuts in top. It looks gorgeous. Andy looked at the sun in the sky. The wind won't help us so much going back, though it's shifted a bit.

I'll take the tiller again. The two boys rowed the boat out of the pool and into the open sea. Soon they were speeding along again, though not so fast as they had come. It was very pleasant on deck in the warm afternoon sunshine. The four children ploughed their way hungrily through the ham, bread, eggs and peaches. Only Tom could manage the chocolate at the end, and even he ate it lazily, as though he didn't really want it! The children looked at the water that lay smoothly in the channel between the two ridges of rock, and screwed up their eyes to have another look at the queer, steep rocky island called Smuggler's Rock.

Yes, there it was in the distance, a desolate, lonely rock, where nobody ever went to nowadays. It might be rather fun to explore it though! We could hunt for the old caves the smugglers used. It's a nice sailing trip all the way here. Doesn't the boat go like a bird? She did. She was light and sweet to handle and seemed like a live thing to the children.

They loved the Sapping of her sail and the creaking noise she made. They liked the lapping of the water against her hull, and the white wake that spread behind them like a feathery tail. He stopped suddenly, and looked so upset that the two girls felt alarmed. I'm always doing that! My best camera, the one Daddy gave me at Christmas. It cost an awful lot of money and I promised faithfully to be much more careful with it than I was with my old one. And now I've gone and left it behind', on the Cliff of Birds!

Mother will be awfully cross. Andy, can we turn back? Turn back, and climb all the way up that cliff again! We haven t got time, you know that. I'm not steering this boat home in the dark through these dangerous waters. Golly--I hope that whistling man doesn't find it and take ft! This was a really alarming thought. Everybody looked solemn at once.

A camera as fine as Tom's was very valuable, and a treasured possession. Tom couldn't think how he had come to forget it. But Tom did do very foolish things at times. How cross his parents would be! Tom looked so woebegone that Andy was sorry for Urn. If I can get my father to spare the boat, we'll sail to the Cliff of Birds again--and maybe visit Smuggler's Rock! Everyone cheered up. That would be lovely! They would start off even earlier--or would Mother let them spend the night on board the boat?

Then they could have a whole day on Smuggler's Rock!

They began to talk about it, their eyes shining. That made everyone remember the whistling man. They began to talk again about the puzzle of how he could have disappeared between the place where the children sat and the waterfall. He had vanished into thin air! I almost thought I'd dreamt him! His hiding-place can't be far away. The puzzle of the man's hiding-place kept them interested for a long time. It was Jill who made the first sensible suggestion. But the others hardly took in what she said, it seemed so queer. He'd never hide there. He'd be wet through.

I dare say there's a way into the heart of the cliff just there. I'm sure there is! Jill was very pleased with her idea. She went on talking about it, and gradually she got the others excited. I simply can't bear an unsolved mystery. I can't bear not to know where that whistling man went to--and what he is doing there, too! It's easy going for a bit. Tom took the tiller eagerly. The girls, suddenly feeling sleepy, lay down on rugs on the deck.

It was lovely to feel the not noonday sun. The boat careered on joyously. She always seemed to enjoy her trips so much. This is a day off for her. Golly, I do feel sleepy. Wake me up at tea-time, somebody! They had tea at five o'clock, when the sun was sliding down the western sky.

The wind whipped the sea into little waves and the Andy dipped up and down joyfully. The children were all very good sailors, and it didn't even occur to them to feel seasick. The sun went behind clouds and an evening chill crept over the sea. Everyone put on on extra coat and then a mackintosh. After all, it was only April! It was fun climbing up that cliff too, and seeing all those birds.

When can we go, Andy? We must choose a fine day to go off again. It would be a most uncomfortable trip in bad weather. They got in before dark, with big clouds sweeping overhead and heavy drops of rain falling. Their mother was most relieved to see them. But she was very upset when she heard that Tom had left his camera behind. How careless you are. It's not a bit of good giving you anything nice! Andy says the weather's broken for a while--but as soon as its fine again, we'll go off and get my camera.

Then we can explore Smuggler's Rock properly! Sailing Away Again. THE next few days, as Andy had foretold, were wet and squally. But fishing was good, and the children, in macks, rubber boots and sou'-westers, had a lovely time helping with the fish. Andy worked hard. The hauls were excellent and his father was pleased. I like that better than anything. Andy's father came to supper one night.

The children's mother liked the silent, stem-faced man, and gave him a very fine supper. The children shared in it, and chattered like magpies. You said we had. You're right good children. You don't mess about and get into mischief like most silly little scallywags. This was a long and handsome speech from Andy's father. The children were delighted. Jill made the most of his good temper. Thank you. I'd like to go to the Cliff of Birds and have time to take some proper snaps--if only I can find my camera again--and we do want to sail to Smuggler's Rock.

It looks exciting. He'll look after us, won't he?

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You can trust my boy, ma'am. You let them go--they'll be all right with Andy. He can anchor the boat somewhere quiet, and they can sleep on her in comfort if they take plenty of rugs. It all seemed to be settled without any argument or difficulty at all. How lovely! The children glowed with pleasure and felt very grateful to Andy's father for making things easy for them. He seemed to have conquered their mother's fears completely! The next evening Andy came up to the cottage.

We'll set off to-morrow, shall we? Get what food you can and I'll bring some too. Knowing young Tom's appetite I reckon we'd better lay in a good stock for two days and a night! Their mother always kept a fine stock of tinned food handy, and she told the children to take what they wanted. They took her at her word and soon the Andy was well stocked with all kinds of things, from sardines to tins of pineapple. Andy brought a few offerings too, and stared in surprise at the store already in the cabin cupboards. Got some rugs? We'll want plenty to sleep on.

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The girls can sleep down in the cabin to-morrow night--and we boys will sleep up on deck. I can rig up a tarpaulin round us to keep the wind off. Soon there were piles of rugs on board the Andy too, and some of the old cushions from the cottage. It was almost dark before the children had finished stocking the little boat They felt as if they were going on a long, long trip--a night away from home made all the difference!

They set off at eight o'clock in the morning, and their mother came down to the jetty to wave good-bye. Andy took the tiller, and the little boat glided away with the morning sun on her. Tiny white-topped waves curled against her smooth sides, and she bobbed a little. Goodbye, Mother! See you to-morrow evening! Soon the boat rounded the corner of the rocky bay, and was out of sight. The children settled down comfortably to enjoy the trip.

They all loved the sea, and were at home on it. They watched the sea-gulls soaring in the wind. They saw them floating on the water, bobbing over the curling waves. Now for a lovely trip! The wind was strong and the Andy galloped along. Mary, who had lain awake from excitement the night before, fell asleep. Spray splashed over her, but she did not wake. The others talked, and Jill once more aired her views about the hiding-place which she felt sure must be behind the waterfall. I'm pretty certain I put it down in that shallow cave where we rested.

I hope to goodness it's there. Now they were running along the channel between the ridges of rocks. Later they would sight Smuggler's Rock in the distance. But they would not go there to-day. They would go to-morrow! They turned into the shallow bay they had anchored in before, and at once there came to their ears the terrific clamour of the thousands of nesting sea-birds. I wonder how they know their own eggs--and what do they think when they fly back and see that they are gone? We're there! You've been asleep for ages. There was no one about. The place seemed as deserted as before, except for the noisy sea-birds.

But perhaps the whistling man was in hiding somewhere? Or maybe he had gone. It's a marvellous view, right over the sea. Maybe we shall find your camera, Tom, and you can take some photographs. Everyone thought this was a good idea, and they collected what food they wanted, and put it into kit-bags which the two boys slung over their shoulders.

Look upwards all the time. Ready, everyone? Yes, they were ready. They began their steep climb up. Jill didn't look down once and was quite all right. Soon they were all panting and puffing, for the day was warm. They were glad when they reached the place where they had rested before. Jill threw herself down, tired. Tom gave a delighted exclamation and picked up his camera, which lay at the back of the shallow cave, where he had put it a few days before.

It's here! What a bit of luck. I should think that whistling man's gone, or he'd have seen it and taken it Golly, I am pleased I've got it again. They had a large and leisurely meal on the wide ledge, marvelling at the great expanse of slowly moving blue sea below them. Gulls moved like white specks, and their mewing voices came on the wind all the time. You come just behind me, Jill, in case you get giddy. They all went along the ledge that led round the rocky cliff to the left of their resting-place.

They looked out for the waterfall. It was there all right--but the torrent was not nearly so powerful as before. It was a mere trickle compared with what it had been the other day. Come along. We don't need to be afraid of being thrown off the cliff by that bit of water! It's no more than a gushing spring at the moment! They made their way to the waterfall.

Beyond it the cliff-ledge along which they were walking came to a sudden end. There was no way the other side at all. The water ran out of a hole in the cliff, and fell headlong down. Andy made his way cautiously there and looked into the opening. He gave a shout. I bet that's where the man went. He waited till the torrent lessened, then hopped up. That was his hiding-place. You'd be sent right off the cliff, you idiot! I can't allow anything like that. Tom looked sulky. That's where the maa went. But if you're not going to let us explore any farther, we shan't know what kind of a hidey-hole he s got or anything about him.

You're a spoil-sport! Go and take some pictures of the birds while the sun is so bright! Tom said nothing more. But he made up his mind that as soon as the others were not looking, he would go back to the waterfall and find out a bit more for himself. He'd climb right in if he wanted to! He'd show Andy he would have his own way! Tom is Disobedient. It looks exciting down there. It's rather cold up here to-day. Let's go down again then," said Andy. But Tom had other ideas. He called back. I'll try and get some pictures of the birds now I'm up here and have found my camera again.

I'll join you later. I'd rather try to take snapshots alone--the birds may not settle quietly with us all about. Tom sat down and looked at the gulls and other sea-birds soaring and gliding in the current of air that blew straight up the cliff. They were magnificent, and Tom wished he too could spread great white wings and go gliding and circling on the strong breeze.

It must be a wonderful feeling, he thought. He could hear the voices of the others coming up to him on the wind, as they climbed slowly down. Then the gulls began suddenly clamouring all together, as they had a habit of doing, and he could hear nothing else. So he crept round the ledge, and waited till the sea-birds he had disturbed had come back again to their eggs there, and were sitting on them. He took a few pictures that he thought should be very good.

Then he put his camera down at the back of the shallow cave where they had had their meal, and made his way round the cliff to where the waterfall was. His heart beat fast. He knew that Andy would be cross if he found out that he was going to disobey orders. Golly, won't the others stare when they find I've been into the hole and found out where that whistling man hid the other day! He came to the waterfall.

It was still not much more than a gushing spring now. There didn't seem any danger of a great torrent of water pouring out, as there had been the other day. Tom peered cautiously into the opening out of which the water poured. It flowed out of a rocky bed, and had made quite a channel for itself there.

Beyond, as far as Tom could see, was a ledge above the water. Anyone getting up there should be safe and dry. He felt in his pocket. Yes, he had his torch there. It was wrapped in a few layers of thin oilskin, so that spray or splashes of sea-water would not wet it. He would need it once he got into that waterfall hole! He climbed into the rocky hole. It was high but narrow. The water wetted him as he went in, but he didn't mind that.

He dragged himself through the water and up on to the rocky ledge that lay above it. Now he was safe from the water--unless, of course, the torrent suddenly grew bigger for some reason, and swept out of the hole, filling the opening completely, as it had done when the children had first seen it. Tom shivered a little as he thought of that.

It wouldn't be pleasant for him if that happened! He had better get a bit farther inside, then he would feel safer! He switched on his torch, and looked up the dark tunnel down which the water came. It flowed in the rocky channel it had hollowed out for itself during the long years, and beside it was the narrow rocky ledge, a continuation of the one that Tom lay on at the moment.

I might find something there that would tell me what he is--it seems so funny for a man to be living in this desolate place. Perhaps he is hiding from the police! He began to wriggle along the narrow ledge. The roof of the queer little tunnel was low, and it wasn't very comfortable to wriggle along like that. Tom put his torch in his teeth so that he might have both hands to grasp the rock with and pull himself along. The ledge ran for a few yards, and then dipped a little, so that the water ran over it! Couldn't he get any farther? Tom took his torch out of his mouth and flashed it beyond him.

He saw that not far in front the narrow rocky tunnel seemed to open out--into a cave perhaps? He really must go and see, even if it meant a wetting! This time he had to wriggle through the water on the ledge, and he got the front of himself very wet indeed. But he was very excited now, and didn't even feel the icy cold. He wriggled along, and found that, quite suddenly, the narrow tunnel stopped, and beyond was a very large cave, in the very heart of the cliff itself! How extraordinary! Along the floor of the cave, almost level with the rocky floor, flowed the stream that entered the rocky tunnel, and became the waterfall!

It was a strange sight to see the silent water flowing in the darkness, coming from goodness knew where. Tom flashed his torch round the cave. This would make a fine hiding-place! This must surely be where that man had gone to. But there didn't seem to be a sign of anyone at all. It was silent there in the heart of the towering cliff. No sound of calling sea-birds came in through the long narrow entrance. No rush of wind disturbed the still air.

It was like being in a curious dream. I'll go and get them! But first I'll just flash my torch all round the cave to see if I can find even a small trace of that whistling man--a cigarette end perhaps--or a match. He flashed his torch about. The cave had a high rocky roof, an. The water that flowed silently through it came from what looked like the entrance to a smaller cave at the back--but somehow Tom didn't want to go any deeper into the black darkness! Something gleamed on the floor near the water. Tom's torch shone on it, and he wondered what it was. He went to pick it up.

It was a small pearl button, the kind that is sewn on to men's shirts. Tom looked at it eagerly. Ah--that was a sure sign that somebody used the waterfall hole and had come into this cave. But it was plain that they didn't live here, for there was no sign of any food-stores, or bed. Whoever came here or made it his hiding-place must have gone farther into the cliff.

Perhaps the whole cliff was honeycombed with caves and tunnels! Tom remembered the underground river that flowed out so turbulently at the foot. That must come down winding channels of its own from somewhere! He wished very much that Andy was with him. He couldn't make up his mind whether to go farther in or not. He was afraid of being caught by the whistling man--or anyone else! The whistling man might not be the only person in the cliff.

There might be someone else too. I'll go back. He flashed his torch round the cave once more--and then suddenly noticed that the stream flowing in its channel across the floor of the cave, had quietly risen higher! It was now flowing over the rocky floor, almost reaching to where Tom stood. Golly, it's flooding all the floor of this cave! So it was. The water rose higher and swept over the floor. It began to make a noise. Tom felt alarmed. I know what's happening!

The torrent of water farther in must have suddenly been increased for some reason--and it's pushing its way out here--and will make that waterfall simply enormous again! If I don't go now I'll be swept out with the torrent and go down the cliff in the waterfall! This was not at all a pleasant thought. Tom ran over the flooding cave-floor back to the narrow tunnel into which the water flowed on its way to the open air.

But already the narrow little tunnel was filling with water! The rocky ledge he had wriggled along could hardly be seen, for the water had risen high above it. In a few minutes the whole of the narrow opening would be blocked by the suddenly increased torrent of water! I'd either be drowned or swept out and down the waterfall. The water had now flooded the whole of the floor of the cave. It was up to Tom's knees. He felt frightened.

Had he better go to the inner cave, the one his torch had shown him when he had flashed it on the water at the farther side of his cave? Perhaps he had. It wasn't safe in his cave now! Goodness knew how high the water would rise there, and there was no place he could climb up to and sit until the water went down again. The others will get worried about me. What an idiot I am! He made his way to the farther side of the cave he was in. Through a fairly high tunnel there the water came from an inner cave. Tom stepped into the water.

It was up to his waist already. He would have to wade along until he came to the inner cave.

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