Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)Various
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Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)
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from crag to crag, until I became half stifled, when, being convinced
that no wise man would go any further, I seized a fragment of the rock
as a trophy of my exploit, and clambered up again. The performance cost
me the best part of a pair of boots, which were pretty well crisped
among the hot rocks.
The distant prospect from the top of Vesuvius is most superb. The
great, craggy red head of Monte Somma frowns wildly opposite, while far
beneath are the blue waters of the bay, the white clustering houses of
Naples, the mountainous coast of Torrento, dotted with white houses,
and the sweet blue islands of Capri, Ischia, and Procida, resting on
the distant ocean. All around, on the land side, the eye wanders over
green fields, orchards, and gardens, fresh with flowers and herbage,
even at this early season. Away in the east the long mountainous ridge
of the Apennines is seen skirting the horizon with their dark sides and
snow-capped peaks. The view is sublime, and worth, of itself, a voyage
across the Atlantic.
We spent nearly an hour about the crater, admiring the beauty and
grandeur of the scenery, and picking up curious bits of lava and
other minerals, which arrest the traveller’s curiosity at every step.
I found, among other things, a lump of salt, about the size of my
fist, most beautifully crystallized into the shape of a tree. As we
were preparing to descend, I cast my eyes downward and discovered
our donkeys at the foot of the cone, standing huddled together in
a cluster. They were almost directly under our feet, but at such a
distance that they were diminished to the size of young rabbits. To
descend the cone is quite as toilsome as to climb up, and a great
deal more dangerous. In the loose soil one is apt to move downward too
fast, and between walking and sliding, a great deal of care must be
taken lest you go heels over head. I had got about half way down, when
I heard a loud cry above; I looked up and saw a great stone coming down
upon me. One of the party above had loosened it, while floundering and
scrambling his way through the loose earth, and now gathering speed in
its progress, it was rolling down directly over my head, bouncing from
heap to heap, and ploughing up the soil in a most fearful manner. I
scrambled down hill much faster than before, but again casting my eyes
upward, found that the stone was overtaking me. I now began to feel
seriously alarmed, for I was in imminent danger of being crushed to
death. The stone came thundering onward, but fortunately, just before
it reached me, it struck a little knoll and bounded off obliquely,
dashing the gravel and pebbles to the right and left and ploughing the
ground into a furrow, till it reached the bottom. A great avalanche of
earth and stones came pouring after it, by which I was nearly carried
off my legs and swept away; but by fixing my staff firmly into the
ground and resisting with main force, I checked my slide till the
danger was over.
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