ThenI，aswasmeet，KneltdowntotheGodofmyfathers，androseonmyfeet，Andrano’erthesandburnttopowder。Thetentwasunlooped；
Ipulledupthespearthatobstructed，andunderIstooped；
Handsandkneesontheslipperygrass-patch，allwitheredandgone，Thatextendstothesecondenclosure，Igropedmywayon[20]
TillIfeltwherethefoldskirtsflyopen。ThenoncemoreIprayed，Andopenedthefoldskirtsandentered，andwasnotafraidButspoke，”HereisDavid，thyservant！”Andnovoicereplied。
AtthefirstIsawnaughtbuttheblackness；butsoonIdescriedAsomethingmoreblackthantheblackness——thevast，theuprightMainpropwhichsustainsthepavilion：andslowintosightGrewafigureagainstit，giganticandblackestofall。