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But, after all, this gives no assistance, for after you enter the Catacombs you are no nearer your aim than before. No human being can penetrate that infinite labyrinth without assistance from those who live there." "Who live there?" "The fossors, who still excavate sand for the builders. They are nearly all Christians, and are always at work cutting out graves for the dead of the Christians.
I have been in three different stories of these paths, and some of the old fossors say that in certain places they go down to a very great depth." The passage wound along till all idea of locality was utterly lost. Marcellus could not tell whether he was within a few paces of the entrance or many furlongs off. His bewildered thoughts soon began to turn to other things.
You have learned from me all that I know. You will find no difficulty in learning more from any one of the fossors." So saying, Lucullus departed. Marcellus leaned his head on his hands, and lost himself in thought. But ever amid his meditations came floating the strains of that glorious melody which told of triumph over death: "Unto Him that loved us, To him that washed us from our sins "
It is strange that they are so little known. Could not these fossors be engaged to lead the guards through this labyrinth?" "No. They will not betray the Christians." "Have they been tried?" "Certainly. Some comply, and lead the officers of justice through a network of passages till they get bewildered. Their torches become extinguished, and they grow terrified. Then they ask to be led back.
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