The high hills in the midst of the Western Desert were full of cracks and crevices, and he, as a little boy, had of course explored them as much as he could. During one of his explorations he had found the ledge high up near the ceiling on one of the caves. There was no water in these parts of the caverns, so the adults did not come there often. Also the cave was small and its floor was uneven, so it could not easily be used as a storage room. As there was no need for extra storage space, the little cave was never used for anything; but it was perfect for a child to play in. Seth had climbed up the rocks as high as he could, in the way of little boys. And to his surprise he found an opening in the wall, hidden completely from anyone looking from underneath by a ledge in the surface of the rock.
He had squeezed in through the opening and found himself in a naturally formed corridor. It was dark, and he had to feel his way for a long distance before light began to seep in from somewhere. Now he could see the walls of the corridor were painted with pictures of animals that no longer lived here, but must have done so who knows how many years earlier. There were paintings such as these decorating all the walls of the elaborate chain of caves beneath the ground. They had been there forever, I was told, or at least for so long that no one had any memory of who had painted them.
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