I yelled, struggled, and beat the boards above me without making any impression on them.
I stopped for a moment, then, with the strength of despair, drew my knees up as far as I could.
The board cracked.
Again and again did I exert my utmost strength, until at last with a mighty effort I succeeded in splitting it, and with the force of my movement rolled off the shelf on to the floor, bringing the coffin with me.
Exhausted nature gave way.
On recovering consciousness I could see nothing; total darkness environed me.
Crawling to the side of the vault I tried to discover the door, but without success.
Becoming calm I started to walk round the vault, in my course knocking down the coffins with which it was lined.
I could hear the bones of the skeletons rattle, and the thud of more recent corpses that fell from the coffins, as they broke on the floor.
Occasionally I tripped and fell amongst them, and could feel as I put out my hands to save myself, their dried skin and bones, or rotten flesh.
The stench emanating from them was awful.
I sat down on a coffin to rest myself.