July 4th, 1956, 9:34 P.M. pacific central time.

We made it to the floor with little incident. One man, I think his name is Gregory, slipped and fell 10 feet. He has a nasty briuse on the back of his head, he will be fine. My mate Raymond says that we will continue deeper into the cave in the morning. God! I do not see how you can tell it is morning down here. The clock!, Yes the bloved clock.

July 4th, 1956, 7:56 P.M. pacific central time.

We have stumbled, I mean literally, on a 200 foot tall cliff. Currently, the men are preparing to rapel down to the floor. I am rather nervous, I have never done this in a cave; I am nervous and excited.

July 4th, 1956, 2:30 P.M. pacific central time.

This is my first journal. I am not very skilled in this art, but I feel that I need to keep an accurate account of this. I geuss I should begin by telling how I got to this mine shaft. About 3 weeks ago a colleague of mine, Jorgen Scheisskopf, proposed an idea to me. "Imagine, Samuel, a world beneath our feet. An entire ecosystem inside a bubble of air suspended in an ocean of magma." Of course, I thought he was crazy, I still do; on account of the fact that we are still wandering through some old mine shafts. But, he contracted me to do a job, so I hired 20 experienced Spelunkers to join in the expedition. I will know more soon.