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The Coming Race by Edward Bulwer, Lord Lytton
Chapter I.
I am a native of ____, in the United States of America. My ancestors
migrated from England in the reign of Charles II.; and my grandfather
was not undistinguished in the War of Independence. My family,
therefore, enjoyed a somewhat high social position in right of birth;
and being also opulent, they were considered disqualified for the public
service. My father once ran for Congress, but was signally defeated by
his tailor. After that event he interfered little in politics, and lived much
in his library. I was the eldest of three sons, and sent at the age of
sixteen to the old country, partly to complete my literary education,
partly to commence my commercial training in a mercantile firm at
Liverpool. My father died shortly after I was twenty-one; and being left
well off, and having a taste for travel and adventure, I resigned, for a
time, all pursuit of the almighty dollar, and became a desultory
wanderer over the face of the earth.
In the year 18, happening to be in ___, I was invited by a professional
engineer, with whom I had made acquaintance, to visit the recesses of
the _______ mine, upon which he was employed.
The reader will understand, ere he close this narrative, my reason for
concealing all clue to the district of which I write, and will perhaps
thank me for refraining from any description that may tend to its
discovery.
6Let me say, then, as briefly as possible, that I accompanied the
engineer into the interior of the mine, and became so strangely

fascinated by its gloomy wonders, and so interested in my friend's
explorations, that I prolonged my stay in the neighbourhood, and
descended daily, for some weeks, into the vaults and galleries hollowed
by nature and art beneath the surface of the earth. The engineer was
persuaded that far richer deposits of mineral wealth than had yet been
detected, would be found in a new shaft that had been commenced
under his operations. In piercing this shaft we came one day upon a
chasm jagged and seemingly charred at the sides, as if burst asunder at
some distant period by volcanic fires. Down this chasm my friend
caused himself to be lowered in a 'cage,' having first tested the
atmosphere by the safety-lamp. He remained nearly an hour in the
abyss. When he returned he was very pale, and with an anxious,
thoughtful expression of face, very different from its ordinary character,
which was open, cheerful, and fearless.
He said briefly that the descent appeared to him unsafe, and leading to
no result; and, suspending further operations in the shaft, we returned
to the more familiar parts of the mine.
All the rest of that day the engineer seemed preoccupied