Part 32 (1/2)
”Oh! jolly lights,--lights enough to show us out Hang ood brother, I believe I was half ahen the idea came into my mind Capital idea, isn't it?”
”What idea?” inquired Karl in surprise, and rather apprehensive that Caspar's dream had deprived him of his senses ”What idea, Caspar?”
”Why, the idea of the _candles_, to be sure”
”The candles! What candles?--Surely,” thought Karl, as he asked the question,--”surely ed,-- this horrid darkness is turning his brain”
”Oh! I have not told you my dreahted with the idea We shall group no ht,--plenty of light, I pro before!”
”But what is it, brother? What was your dream about?--Tell us that”
”Well, now that I aular one I was thinking of the thing before I fell asleep, and I kept on thinking about it when I got to be half asleep; and then I saay clearer You know, brother, I have before told you that when I have any thing upon my mind that puzzles me, I often hit upon the solution of it when I a; and so it has been in this case, I aht way at last”
”Well, Caspar,--the right way to do what? The right way to get out of the cave?”
”I hope so, brother”
”But what do you propose?”
”I propose that we turn tallow-chandlers”
”Tallow-chandlers! Poor boy!” soliloquised Karl; ”I thought as one!”
Such were Karl's painful surh he kept them to himself
”Yes, tallow-chandlers,” continued Caspar, in the same half-earnest, half-jocular way, ”and make us a full set of candles”
”And of ould you make your candles, dear Caspar?” inquired Karl, in a sy his brother, rather than excite him by contradiction
”Of what,” echoed Caspar, ”what but the fat of this great bear?”
”Ha!” ejaculated Karl, suddenly changing his tone, as he perceived that Caspar'sof method in it, ”the fat of the bear, you say?”
”Certainly, Karl Isn't his stomach as full of tallow as it can stick?
and what's to hinder us to make candles out of it that will carry us all over the cave,--and out of it, I fancy, unless it be the greatest maze that Nature has ever er under the belief that his brother had gone mad On the contrary, he saw that the latter had conceived a very fine idea; and though it did not yet appear how the thing was to be carried out, Karl fancied that there was so in it His sweet dreaarded as ominous of the success of some plan of escape,--perhaps by the verycandles out of ”bear's grease!”
These were pleasant thoughts, but to Karl the pleasantest thought of all was the returning conviction that Caspar _was still in his senses_!
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO