It was one of these, and not a stream of lava which enveloped the
Roman City Pompeii; and which entered the modern town of Torre del
Greco, and so raised the ground that the lower rooms of the houses were
converted into cellars, and the people were obliged to make the street
doors on what had before been the second story.
THE GREAT VOLCANO KIRAUEA, IN THE ISLAND OF HAWAII.
There is a very remarkable Volcano in the Island of Hawaii, where
Captain Cook was killed.
The crater, instead of being at the top of a mountain like those of
most other Volcanoes, is a large plain, seven miles in circumference,
sunk below the surface of the surrounding country, and walled in by
rugged cliffs more than seven hundred feet high.
On this plain there are fifty-one conical hillocks, which are almost
constantly sending out vapour and lava, and red hot stones. The
surrounding banks consist entirely of sulphur and lava.
The islanders, before they were taught the truths of Christianity,
believed it to be the abode of their deities, the chief of whom they
call Pelé, and to her, they say, that everything which grows near the
Volcano is sacred. When some missionaries were going to visit it, and
plucked some juicy berries from the shrubs that grew there to quench
their thirst, the native guides begged them to desist till they had
made an offering to Pelé. When they got to the edge of the crater, they
threw some of the berries in, and said, "Pelé, here are your berries,
and I am now going to eat some." They then ate fast enough, and were
willing that the missionaries should do the same.
The following are extracts from the account of our countryman, Mr.
Stewart's visit to this terrific place.
"I can compare the general aspect of the bottom of the crater, to
nothing that will give a livelier image of it to your mind, than to
the appearance the Otsego Lake would present, if the ice with which
it is covered in winter, were suddenly broken up by a heavy storm,
and as suddenly frozen again, while large slabs and blocks were still
toppling, and dashing, and heaping against each other, with the motion
of the waves. Just so rough and distorted was the black mass under
our feet, only a hundred-fold more terrific, independently of the
innumerable cracks, fissures, deep chasms and holes, from which the
sulphureous vapour, steam, and smoke were exhaled, with a degree of
heat that testified the near vicinity of fire.
"At an inconsiderable distance from us, was one of the largest of the
conical craters, whose laborious action had so greatly impressed our
minds during the night, and we hastened to a nearer examination of it.
On reaching its base, we judged it to be one hundred and fifty feet
high, a huge, irregularly shapen, inverted funnel of lava, covered
with clefts, orifices, and tunnels, from which bodies of steam escaped,
while pale flames, ashes, stones, and lava, were propelled with equal
force and noise, from its ragged mouth.
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