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“MY name is Golg,”said the gnome. “And I’ll tell your Honours all I know. About an hour ago we were all going about our work—her work，I should say—sad and silent，same as we’ve done any other day for years and years. Then there came a great crash and bang. As soon as they heard it，everyone says to himself，I haven’t had a song or a dance or let off a squib for a long time；why’s that ？ And everyone thinks to himself，Why， I must have been enchanted. And then everyone says to himself，I’m blessed if I know why I’m carrying this load，and I’m not going to carry it any farther：that’s that. And down we all throw our sacks and bundles and tools. Then everyone turns and sees the great red glow over yonder. And everyone says to himself，What’s that ？ and everyone answers himself and says，There’s a crack or chasm split open and a nice warm glow coming up through it from the Really Deep Land，a thousand fathom under us.”
“Great Scott,”exclaimed Eustace，“are there other lands still lower down
