Another incident (or rather a few incidents which should be
of interest to us) was related in Eric Norman's book 'THE
UNDERPEOPLE' (1969.,  Award Books.,  N.Y.).  First of all, Norman
asks the question: "Who lives in the inner earth?"

     "'...The Masters live there, a friendly group who watch over
the outer world.'

     "...Still others tremble at the question.  'The DERO dwells
within!' they say.  A squat, wiry tribe of lustful demons, the
DERO plagues mankind and delights in tormenting those who live on
the surface.

     "'They (the Under-People) are vegetarians,' claims some
researchers.

     "'They are cannibals!' swear others.  'Humans are kidnapped
and dragged into their dark caverns for pagan feasts.'

     "'They are good!'

     "'They are evil...'

     "'...They are both good and evil.  Different races live
inside the earth!'

     "'...They are more advanced.  They are sexless.  They
reproduce by test tube.'

     "'...Nubile young girls are dragged into their nether world
and assaulted by an evil tribe of animal-men.'

     "The theories are many and, admittedly, the facts are often
few.  Frequently, we must depend on folklore and ancient scrolls
for our research.  Many of our ancestors were believers in the
diverse tribes of inner earth and there are accurate statements,
detailed information and considerable documentation to support
their theories...

     "Depending on your viewpoint and your bias toward the
occult, the pages that follow can be interpreted in many
different ways.  A psychologically trained individual might feel
that these are excellent case studies of individuals with severe
psychopathologies.  Freudians would find rich symbolism in the
hollow earth theory; they might claim it is a manifestation of a
desire to recapture the lost security of the womb.  Still others
may feel the theory is constructed on misinterpretation of
natural phenomena...

     "It was a cold, blustery, winter evening of December 27,
1666, when Dr. Jophn Frederick Schweitzer entertained his
remarkable visitor.  Throughout Europe, noblemen and peasants
were celebrating Christmas and the good doctor utilized his
vacation to conduct a vast number of experiments in his
laboratory.  Soon, the results of those experiments would be
carefully scribbled into a large journal and sent to alchemists
throughout Europe.  It was Dr. Schweitzer's secret that he was
also known as 'Helvetius the Alchemist.'

     "'Helvetius' was puttering in his laboratory, cleaning
instruments after a long series of experiments, when a loud knock
sounded on the door.  'I opened the door and this strange man
walked into my workshop,' Helvetius recorded later.  'He was a
sturdy, gray-haired man, but there was a slimness to his body and
a vigor in his movement.  His face was oddly warm and friendly.'

     "The stranger walked confidently into the laboratory.  He
shook the folds of his white robe and snowflakes fell to the
floor.  He looked directly at Helvetius and asked, 'Do you
believe in the Philosopher's Stone?'

     "Helvetius suppressed an impulse to ridicule the bizarre
costume worn by the stranger.  'The philosopher's stone is a mere
figment of alchemical over-imagination,' he said, arrogantly.  'I
believe in the oneness of nature.  There is a natural pattern to
the universe.  It is sheer fancy to believe base metals can be
transmuted into precious gold.  Some alchemists have excluded
mysticism from their laboratory.  In this room, the reality of
the soul and spirit exists with facts.'

     "The stranger smiled and took a small package from under his
robe.  'Others of your kind are not so skeptical,' he explained. 
'They have seen this substance turn lead into gold.  Perhaps you
would like to try.'

     "Helvetius accepted the package from the stranger.  Later,
he described its contents as 'some form of glass, or a pale
sulfurous substance.'  The stranger carefully instructed the
skeptical alchemist in the relatively simple experiment.  Plain,
ordinary lead was placed in a crucible and melted to a bubbling
mass.

     "'Encase the substance in fine yellow wax and toss it into
the crucible,' directed the stranger.

     "Helvetius followed the instructions and, as steam and vapor
disappeared from the container, he watched, incredulous, as the
lead seemingly was transformed into the purest of gold.

     "'A skeptic becomes a believer,' the stranger remarked,
smiling.

     "Helvetius looked as if he were about to argue, then turned
suddenly and slumped into a chair.  'Is it really gold?' he
whispered hoarsely.

     "'The purest form of the metal.'

     "'Who are you?'

     "'A man who directs those who lead their people.'

     "'Where are you from?'

     "'I am one who dwells within the earth,' the stranger
replied.  'When events make it necessary, we must come to the
surface.'

     "Helvetius stuttered with confusion, his tongue stumbling
over the questions racing through his mind as his white robed
visitor prepared to leave the laboratory.  'Stay...Wait!...I want
to know...' he mumbled.

     "'There are others to see,' the stranger said.  'Here is one
more package of the substance.  It is the real Philosopher's
Stone.'  Then he opened the door and disappeared into the
darkness.

     "Helvetius dashed to the open doorway and watched the cloak-
shrouded figure disappear into the snow-storm.  He shook his head
in disbelief and looked again.  There was the lane leading down
to the town.  There were the lights in the church, the houses,
the town--and the stranger's tracks in the snow.

     "Helvetius conducted his second experiment that night. 
Again, the lead bubbled with golden fury when the substance was
added to the crucible.  Forgetting his lack of sleep, Helvetius
was waiting at the shop of the goldsmith to the Duke of Orange
when the craftsman opened his door.  The goldsmith listened to
the babbling alchemist and frowned when he heard the phrase 'lead
into gold.'  But, when the goldsmith examined the precious metal,
he said solemnly, 'It is the finest gold I have ever seen.'

     "News of the sensational transformation spread throughout
Europe and scores of famous men journeyed to Helvetius'
laboratory.  Baruch Spinoza, the Dutch philosopher, was one of
the first visitors.  He discussed the transmutation with
Helvetius and the goldsmith.  'I checked the laboratory, and,
additionally, made a careful examination of the crucible,'
Spinoza later recorded.  'Clinging to the sides of the container
were flecks of remaining gold!'"

     "...Is the transmutation of lead into gold an idle dream of
demented and reclusive chemists?  Not according to King Henry IV
of England.  In 1404, His Royal Highness decreed: 'From now on,
no man shall, under the penalty of felony, or death, multiply
gold or silver.'"

     Eric Norman described yet another visitor from "within the
earth".  This fellow however seemed to be more interested in the
process involved in transforming grapes into wine, rather than
lead into gold.  If this doesn't seem to make sense, read on:

     "Pepin the Short, the pint-sized father of Emperor
Charlemagne, was the founder of the Brunia Monastery in the
fabled Trier region of ancient Prussia.  In A.D. 1138, a strange
series of events culminated in an unusual visitation by a bizarre
little man.

     "There had been several nocturnal visitations to the
monastery's wine cellar and its steward voiced his suspicions to
the abbot: 'The monks are slipping into the wine cellar and
sampling the casks.'

     "The abbot frowned at the thought of a possible scandal and
asked, 'When did this begin?'

     "'It's been going on for several months.  I didn't mind it
when they only took a cup or two,' explained the embarrassed
monk.  'Last night, the culprit tapped a huge cask and forgot to
stop the bunghole.  A whole keg of wine drained out onto the
cellar floor.'

     "The abbot hurried to the cellar, inspected the damage, then
carefully tapped the bunghole in each of the huge casks.  He
anointed the cellar with holy water, securely locked the door
and placed a saint's relic above the entrance, declaring, 'None
of our monks would dare transgress against the power of the
Cross.'

     "The following morning, a sleepy-eyed abbot unlocked the
cellar door and squinted into the dim room.  Followed by a group
of curious monks, the abbot discovered that another keg of wine
had been tapped; the floor was covered with the rich, red liquid.
Suddenly, the abbot spotted movement in the dark shadows in the
far corner of the cellar.  'There's the thief,' he shouted. 
'Grab the transgressor and prepare him for punishment!'

     "Two burly monks rushed forward and grabbed the shadowy
figure.  They carried the struggling thief into the light and the
abbot stared in wonder at a dark-skinned dwarf, who glared back
in impassive silence.

     "'Are you a Nubian?  How did you get in our wine cellar?'
inquired the abbot.

     "The strange little man would not speak.

     "'Do you have parents?' the abbot asked.

     "'Here!  Here!  This fellow got in through the wall,' called
a monk, pointing to a displaced stone that covered a small tunnel
leading down into the earth.  The bewildered monks crowded around
the secret tunnel as one quaking novice suggested the tunnel must
lead to the Devil's lair.  An older monk spoke knowingly of
subterranean demons who delighted in tormenting those who had
taken the vows.

     "Despite his crime, the captured dwarf was accepted into the
society of holy men.  'He looks human and the least we can do is
provide the poor child with a Christian education,' the abbot
said.  But, in spite of the kindness showed him by the monks, the
dwarf refused to utter a single word.  He sat quietly on the bed
in a cross-legged position, staring directly ahead and refusing
all food and drink.  After several weeks of fasting, the
monastery dwellers were concerned for the life of their visitor
and a visiting bishop was asked for his advice as the dwarf was
brought into the great hall and introduced to him.

     "'Good Lord!  You must expel this Devil's child at once!'
the alarmed bishop shouted.  'He is a demon and the tool of the
devil!'

     "Gervase, a monk at Christ Church, Canterbury, England,
later inscribed this strange ending to the dwarf's appearance in
his manuscript: '...The demon ran in alarm from the holy words. 
He went to the cellar and returned to his underworld tribe!'

     "The monastic scribes produced hundreds of manuscripts with
stories of visits from demons, evil apparitions and other
'devils' from the vast subterranean world.  They were adamant in
their belief that a nether world, an underworld, existed beneath
the surface.  Many of these manuscripts told of long tunnels and
deep caves that led down to the inner world (Note: Although the
various accounts of demonology suggest that 'demons' or non-
physical malevolent entities are seemingly capable of appearing
in para-physical or semi-solid forms temporarily, there is no
real proof that the entity just described was such a creature. 
Since the various accounts suggest that both good and evil beings
reside in the 'underworld', he may well have been part of an
ancient branch of the human race who disappeared into the
cavernous regions below the surface of the earth.  Since black
pygmies live in abundance in Africa we should not consider this
individual to be entirely "alien" from any race now living on the
surface - Branton).

     "A thirteenth-century historian, Saxo-Gammaticus, wrote down
the folklore and myths of Scandinavia.  He recorded the ancient
VIKING belief in 'Hadding Land,' a subterranean world where
GIANTS, superhumans, TRIBES OF BLACK DWARFS and 'SNAKE PEOPLE'
lived.  These strange beings, and even stranger animals, were
said to occasionally surface in the outer world and create chaos.
The (Roman) church was violently opposed to these beliefs and
condemned such theories as 'ignorant superstitions.'  Gradually,
such tales lost their element of fact and truth and became a part
of the folklore of northern Europe.

     "In Vol. 1, No. 6 of the NEWSLETTER FOR THE COMMITTEE FOR
THE SCIENTIFIC EVALUATION OF PSI, there is a fascinating account
of a laborer in Staffordshire, England, who may have glimpsed,
for a moment, the mechanical development of the aliens within the
inner earth.  Researcher Ronald Calais told of a tunnel laborer,
digging underground in 1770, who heard a roaring sound behind a
large, flat stone.  Curious, he pried away the stone with pick
and crowbar and was amazed to see a smooth stone stairway leading
down into the earth.  The laborer's first thought was that he had
discovered some type of ancient tomb.  Envisioning vast chests of
ancient treasures, he cautiously walked down the stairs. 
Suddenly, the stairway ended and the man was standing in a large
stone cavern, filled with gigantic machines.  The astonished
laborer glanced about the well-lit room, then saw hastening
toward him a strangely-clad, hooded figure.  The being held a
baton-like object in his upraised hand and the terrified laborer
scrambled back up the stairway to safety." (Note: Other accounts
have referred to this chamber as the 'Rosicrucian Sepulchre',
although the Rosicrucians may not have had a direct connection
with it.  It is uncertain just what connections the Rosicrucians
may have had with the inner world, if any, other than this
incident, the Rosicrucian Grandmaster Bulwer Lytton's publication
of the subterranean-oriented book 'THE COMING RACE', the
preoccupation of the Rosicrucians with the strange stories
surrounding Mt. Shasta, and the connection of this secret society
with the 'House of the Temple' in Washington D.C. - Branton)

     In his book, 'DEPTHS OF THE EARTH - Caves and Caverns of the
United States' - (Harper & Row., N. Y.), William R. Halliday
gives some interesting observations on caverns of northern
Arizona's Coconino Plateau region:

     "...Those who dream of Butler Cave as potentially the
world's largest, however, must hasten.  The explorers of Mammoth
Cave and Flint Ridge--and of Jewel Cave--are not the only teams
on the verge of a breakthrough.  Missouri-Tennessee-few of our
greatest cave areas today can be denied a flickering chance at
the title.  And for those who dream of long shots indeed, our
most magnificent cave area beckons irresistibly: the Grand
Canyon.

     "Perhaps in the purple shadows of the incomparable canyon
there really is no chance for a truly great cave system.  So
believe some experts.  Perhaps our hopes here are gossamer
dreams, strung together with wishful thinking.  Here I claim no
impartial judgement.  My mind is hopelessly influenced by the
long intimacy with the timeless beauty of that tranquil canyon. 
I have seen its magic pastels at moonrise over the mile-high rim,
suddenly dramatized by the weirdly luminous flutter of bat wings.
No caver brushed by such a spell is ever the same again.

     "In this strange, magnificent country, much remains to be
learned.  Sinking streams, an occasional natural shaft, and
plateau-top sink-holes tell of much more water vanishing
underground than reappears in canyon-bottom springs.  Miles to
the south, enormous sinks and remnants of a throughway type of
cave are evidence of sometime profuse subterranean water flow. 
Fanning out from both rims of the mile-deep canyon are vast
plateaus capped with limestone 500 feet thick.  Yet caves seem
few and tiny in these vast expanses of plateau-top limestone.

     "The other massive limestones of the incomparable canyon lie
2,000 (feet) below.  Above them are 1,500 feet of sandstone and
shales which ought to block the downward flow of the water
essential for cave development.  Yet at this great depth occur
the caves of the Grand Canyon.  In the blazing, rock-tiered
canyon, foot travel is difficult and progress slow.  Still, cave
after cave is coming to carbide light in the purple-shadowed
depths.  Some are merely shallow alcoves, important only for
archeological content.  Others are colossal natural sewers,
dwarfed only by their stupendous environs.

     "Yet it is this often-scorned limestone of the plateaus
which speeds the pulses of American caverns.  Just south of the
Grand Canyon, fluorescent chemicals introduced into a sucking
'earth crack' of the Coconino Plateau have been traced to a
'breathing well' 24 miles away.  Initial calculations somewhat
like those of Jewel cave suggest a minimum air volume here of
more than 7 BILLION CUBIC FEET.  Scientists of the famed RAND
CORPORATION suspect the presence of hundreds of miles of narrow,
interconnected caverns fissuring the vast plateau.

     "Many a veteran caver may consider such a cavern system
impossible.  Perhaps it is, but Arizona caverns have already
performed the impossible.  In Sipapu Cavern, an earth crack near
the Rand Corporation study site, they have descended 500 feet
toward the massive cavernous limestone deep below.  In this
locale the surface limestone is only 248 feet thick.  Half of
their descent was through supposedly non-cavernous sandstone.

     "If one of the rare dome-pits of the Kaibab Plateau
intersects a washed-out section of a fault zone draining to a
North Rim stream cave, a depth record will be within reach. 
Geologically such a circumstance is hardly more than a pipe dream
of an irrepressible caver overcome by the magnificence of the
Grand Canyon.  But it may happen.

     "Perhaps eager caverns plumbing the earth cracks of the
Coconino Plateau have little more chance than beneath the Kaibab.
But if those caverns can penetrate twice again as deeply as
Sipapu Cavern, they will begin to enter the limestone where great
sewer caves may lie.  If such do exist, they may enlarge away
from the great canyon rather than toward it.  They may not exist
at all.  Yet a cavernous network dwarfing that of Mammoth and
Flint ridges may be penetrable here.  Some day obsessed caverns
may break through the Coconino sandstone barrier and the shales
which underlie it.  If that happens, those who follow in their
footsteps may emerge triumphant from obscure orifices deep in the
heart of the Grand Canyon.

     "Even without such a triumph, even without knowledge of the
hundreds of undiscovered caves which must exist hidden in
limestone recesses of the mighty terraced depths, the Grand
Canyon must be recognized as one of America's great cave areas. 
To some, that recognition alone would be achievement.  Yet
sunbaked canyon caverns have much in common with their
Appalachian fellows.  Until every crack is penetrated, every hole
plumbed, spelunkers and speleologists alike will remain
unsatisfied.  Fragile indeed are the spelean threads which weave
together Sipapu Cavern and Butler Cave, yet such are caverns'
secret dreams."

     Brad Steiger, in his book 'STRANGE DISAPPEARANCES' (Lancer
Books., N.Y.  1972) related the following (MIB-related?)
incident:

     "...at sundown on February 12, 1953, witnesses told police
that they had watched an automobile enter the throat of a storm
drain near Willowbrook and Greenleaf Avenues in Los Angeles. 
Officers arrived on the scene within ten minutes, and according
to the Los Angeles HERALD AND EXPRESS, they followed the fresh
tire-tread marks into the tunnel for seven miles.  Other
policemen and flood control district workers continued the search
for the automobile by dropping through manhole covers.

     "The trackdown continued until midnight when, seven miles up
the storm drain, THE TRACKS VANISHED.  'HERALD AND EXPRESS'
newsmen who had accompanied the police on the incredible search
up the tube were witnesses to the fact that: 'In the muddy silt
covering the floor of the drain, the tire-tread marks were sharp
and fresh.  Then no more tracks.'"

     From here we will now examine another incident, this one
involving a subterranean excavation in southern Idaho.  The
letter which we quote here was submitted by a George Haycock of
Burley, Idaho, and appeared in the Oct. 1947 issue of 'AMAZING
STORIES' science fiction/science fact magazine, pp. 174-175:

     "Sirs... Perhaps I have delayed over-long to send you my
slight contribution to the master code.  Why?  I was still afraid
there might be some slip that would put me in a bad spot.  I am a
druggist in this town and any trace of nut's talk would ruin my
job.  I have been waiting for the issue which just hit the
newsstand and agree with you completely.

     "There is in this area an artifact which seems to prove all
you have printed about the cavern dwellers.  First I want to ask
a question.  How are the caverns ventilated?  There is no
vegetation to purify the air in caves (i.e. small caverns, that
is - Branton).  
     Therefore there must be some connection with the surface.  
I know where one of the air shafts reach the surface.

     "My grandfather was raised with the Indians in this section
of the country and has told me of the stories he heard when he
was a child.  The Indians describe the wind cave as it is called
around here as the home of the devils who come forth in the dead
of the night to steal their women and food.  No Indian will
venture within the area inside of five miles of the cave.

     "Perhaps a description of the inside will make my meaning
more clear.  The entrance is just a hole in the rocks, but after
getting inside you come into a four-square tunnel about three and
one half feet square with a six-inch gutter along the west side,
about 10 inches deep.  The tunnel is intact for about 100 yards
and then opens into what looks like it might have been at one
time a completely ROUND or half-round passageway which now looks
like the solid lava which it goes through has been chipped and
crumbled by extreme heat.  It is possible to travel for about
half a mile inside before the tunnel becomes obstructed too much
for a man to get through.

     "I have been trying to get some one who would help me clear
this obstruction enough to get through and several have agreed
but when we get there and start to work they soon give up and
want to get out.  Another funny thing is that every time I go
back the work done before does not show, yet there is not
evidence of fresh falls of rock from the ceiling.  At this point
the feeling that you're in mortal danger becomes almost
overpowering, after battling this feeling for an hour I feel as
weak as if I had been sick for weeks and I have made this attempt
many times.

     "The opening has been dynamited at least four times that I
know of.  Supposedly to kill rattlesnakes, yet I have never seen
one either in the mouth of the cave or inside.

     "In fact my experience with snakes leads me to believe they
would never brave the cold blast that comes out.

     "Still the feeling of distrust and fear clings and none of
the natives will consider exploring this artifact which could be
made the biggest tourist attraction in this part of the state--if
people were just not afraid to go down in there.

     "This covers the known facts about this cave: yet since I
can remember I have dreamed, thought and considered many of the
things Shaver talks about in his stories, mostly those pertaining
to mind control...

     "Please ignore the mistakes and misspelled words in this
letter.  Ordinarily I am a good typist and a good speller, but
when I try to put these things on paper I cannot hit the key I
want to.

     "Please notice that the mistakes and misspelled words are
mostly where I try to describe the caves and conditions inside
them.  These happen even when I try to watch every stroke I make.
I have recopied this letter three times trying to eliminate the
errors and still they crop up in the same sections if not in the
same words.

     "I am willing to discuss what I know with any one who won't
believe I am crazy, and would like to find some one who has the
intestinal fortitude to help me clear the obstruction to the
major cavern with which it connects which I know extends to the
depth of 30,000 feet because it has been drilled into and that
much cable let out without hitting anything to drill in and I
will show anyone who is interested the entire set up.

     "My grandfather is now dead unfortunately so he cannot
verify the Indian stories mentioned, but if Mr. Hansen is as
familiar with Indian legends as he claims and really desires the
truth have him work with the Shoshones and the Blackfeet. 
Consider their tales of the demons who work this countryside...

     "Write me if you're interested in these legends and any
knowledge I have is yours.

     "George Haycock., c/o Thriftway Drug., Main and Overland.,
Burley, Idaho."

     

     Raymond Palmer's editorial reply to this letter was as
follows:  "We're sure that members of the CHMBS (Cave Hunters
Mutual Benefit Society) will contact you, and they won't consider
you crazy.  We hope you can tell them more about this cave, and
show it to them.  As for the depth of 30,000 feet, letting a
cable, or string, down that depth tells nothing, because it might
be going down only a few hundred feet, then simply coiling up on
the floor, as the weight of the string would make it impossible
for you to tell when it had hit the floor... - Ed."

     This account as given by Mr. Haycock is strange to say the
least, however it may contain an significant piece of the puzzle
whereas the overall subterranean scenario is concerned.

     Two more postscripts to the George Haycock - Burley, Idaho
account have surfaced.  The first came from a man by the name of
Frank W. Haigler, and a Sgt. Brentlinger who was at the time
stationed at Hill Air Force Base near Salt Lake City, Utah.  Mr.
Haigler had told of his own investigations in connection with Mr.
Haycock's letter in 'AMAZING STORIES'.  This letter of
confirmation, which appeared in the Jan. 1948 (Vol. 22, No. 1)
issue, stated:

     "Sirs... If you file your correspondence, you will find a
letter there from this writer which was written in the early part
of this year, advising you of reading my first AMAZING STORIES
magazine and of my interest in the mystery of the caves,
especially the articles by Mr. Shaver.  I haven't missed a copy
of A. S. since then and interest in the mystery of the caves has
grown until you may class me as an unofficial member of the
CHMBS.  In fact, the purpose of this letter is to inform you of a
recent expedition to one of the caves for an investigation.

     "For you and those interested in the 'air shaft' near
Burley, Idaho, reported by Mr. George Haycock, whose letter was
published in the October issue of AMAZING STORIES, this is to
verify the truth of this cave.

     "M/Sgt. Brentlinger (a Shaver fan), stationed at Hill Field,
Utah, and myself made a trip to Burley over the weekend of the
17th of August to ascertain the authenticity of both Mr. Haycock
and the cave.  We had no trouble locating this gentleman and
after explaining the purpose of our mission he quite readily
agreed to show us to the cave and to guide us through, providing
it was still possible to enter.  The entrance had been blasted
since he was last in the cave, he explained.

     "We drove about six miles west of town, then turned off the
highway onto a little road leading through the desert sagebrush. 
Oddly enough, this road was well worn and seemed to be much used
although there is no apparent reason for so much traffic.  We
failed to see any other cars either on the way in or out.

     "Even though he had been in the cave many times and to the
entrance as recently as three days prior to this trip, Mr.
Haycock, strangely, had difficulty in locating the spot and we
stopped twice to look before we finally found it about a mile
from the highway.

     "The entrance was located in the center of a shallow
circular depression.  The surrounding terrain was nothing but
sand and sagebrush but jammed in around the opening were several
large boulders.  We found there was still a small hole running
down through the boulders and Mr. Haycock thought it still
possible for us to make entrance.  With some violent maneuvering
we did manage to squeeze through and we followed Mr. Haycock to
the floor of the cavern.  Then, crawling, kneeling and sometimes
walking, we were led back through the cave for approximately one-
quarter of a mile.

     "The cavern was cut through what appeared to be lava rock. 
Walls and ceiling are badly fallen-in in many places but there is
enough intact yet to give the general appearance that the cave
was at one time square.  In certain spots the walls and ceiling
are perfectly flat.  Then, too, we noticed one small chamber to
one side of the main passage that is square-cut except for one
end which is cupped out.

     "There are numerous small passages leading off to the side
of the main path, which Mr. Haycock said lead to dead ends, IN
the ones he has explored.

     "After seeing enough to convince us of the truth of Mr.
Haycock's story, it was decided to turn back and not to continue
inward to the impassable obstruction Mr. Haycock mentioned in his
letter.  To have gone that far more equipment would have been
required.  We had nothing but two flashlights, both being used
continuously.  Where we turned back is approximately half-way to
the obstruction.

     "We failed to feel or hear the icy wind that is said to blow
from the shaft most of the time.  However, Mr. Haycock explained
that it did become quiet occasionally, as we found it that day.

     "At present another trip is planned to the cave.  This time
there will be seven or eight of us and we plan to take the proper
equipment and enough provisions to do some serious work at
clearing away the obstruction.  It is desired by all to learn
what, if anything, might lie further on beyond this obstruction. 
But, if there is nothing but more cave it will at least be an
interesting adventure that will be enjoyed and remembered by all!

     "Now for the information on two other caves this writer
knows of which might merit investigation.  The first is in the
Smoky mountains of North Carolina in the Nantahalie(?) Gorge.  It
is called 'The Blowing Springs' and is easily reached from the
highway.  The cave has an icy blast of air and a cold stream
flowing from it continuously, from which it got its name.  It is
not known by the writer whether anyone has ever entered the cave
or if this is possible, but there are many that have been to the
entrance to look in.

     "The second is called 'The Devil's Well' and is located in
the 'Hole-In-Ground' near Pine City, Washington.  The cave is
very round and approximately five feet in diameter.  People are
known to be afraid to enter the cave due to the rumor that it is
a rattlesnake den.  It would be interesting to learn if there is
any truth to the rattlesnakes and why it is named 'The Devil's
Well,' and by whom!."

     "Frank W. Haigler., Box 18, Apt. F-12., Sahara Valley, Utah."

     Another postscript to this account appeared in the form of
an article which was written by one 'Galahadian' for the ESOTERIC
WORLD NEWS in the mid-1980's.  'Galahadian' allegedly knew Mr.
Haycock years ago, and revealed that his story had a sad and
tragic ending.  Haycock, it seemed, had received an unmarked
letter or package in his mailbox one day with a message warning
him to cease and desist in his investigations of the tunnel.  Mr.
Haycock had apparently ignored the warning and continued in his
investigations, and according to Galahadian a few days afterwards
he was found strangled to death in his house.  What kind of
secret would be so important that it was worth killing a human
life in order to hide it?  Certainly, this is not the only one
who has died mysteriously after investigating underground
phenomena.  In fact dozens, perhaps hundreds (or more?) have met
with the same tragic fate, after getting too close to the
"Horrible Truth".  We would ask the readers however not to get
the impression that EVERY subterranean area is irreparably under
the control of the evil one and the powers of darkness.  As we
will reveal in our next file there are many regions inhabited by
human beings who, although they may not have established an
absolutely "perfect" society, nevertheless are far safer than the
underground lairs of the serpent races.  The simple fact that
these writings TARGET the reptilian conspiracy as it concerns or
as it is taking place in and around this small planet lost among
billions of stars in a galaxy which is just one of billions
within a seemingly immeasurable universe, might lead one to
accept a mistaken and paranoid if not hopeless view of reality. 
Believe us, this is not the case.  The perfect and incorruptible
realm of the Almighty is infinitely more vast than the material
universe which it surrounds.  Good WILL overcome evil in the end,
that is not the question.  The question is: how many souls will
or will not be saved from the conspiracies of darkness before the
ultimate victory comes?  

     With this in mind, let's return to the disturbing although
very real possibility that many have lost their lives because
they knew too much about the draconian activities taking place
beneath the surface of this planet (and beyond).  One contact of
ours has informed us that a good friend of hers in Las Vegas,
Nevada, had uncovered some very disturbing facts and testimonies
concerning construction workers and others who had been involved
in the installation of certain equipment within the tunnels
beneath the Nevada Military Complex, etc., many of whom later
died under bizarre circumstances.  This informant, Stacy Borland,
was later found dead - along with a brother of hers - in Las
Vegas.  Someone had apparently entered her place and murdered
them in cold blood.  We smell a rat in this case (or, should we
say A SNAKE?), and in fact our contact is convinced that it was
the work of an assassin, and that she was killed because she knew
too much.

     Since these reptilian or reptilian-controlled powers of evil
thrive in the darkness, then the method needed to defeat them, to
destroy them and to eventually conquer them (the saurians or the
serpent races, that is) would be to shine the 'light' of truth
against these lairs of evil, focus that 'light' like a laser
beam, and tear apart the very 'darkness' within which these
ancient powers thrive.  And, possibly most important of all, by
God's grace set out to ally ourselves with those societies hidden
beyond or below the surface of this world, our ancient human
cousins, who have fought and battled this infernal race since
ancient times.  As the old saying goes: "Together we stand,
divided we fall..."