I begged hard for a torch to be thrown over to me, that
I might not be lost when the night came on. It was then that André, one
of the ciceroni of Resina, after being promised a bribe, ran over to
me, and brought with him a bottle of wine and a torch. We had coasted
the lava, ascending for some time, when looking back I perceived my
companions endeavouring to cross the lava lower down, where the stream
was narrower. In doing this they found themselves insulated, as it
were, and surrounded by two different rivers of liquid fire. They
immediately pressed forward, being terribly scorched by both currents,
and ran to the side where I was; in doing which one of the guides fell
into the middle of the red-hot lava, but met with no other injury than
having his hands and face burnt, and losing at the same time a bottle
of vin de grave, which was broken in the fall, and which proved a very
unpleasant loss to us, being ready to faint with excessive thirst,
fatigue, and heat. Having once more rallied my forces, I proceeded on,
and in about half an hour I gained the chasm through which the lava had
opened itself a passage out of the mountain. To describe this sight is
utterly beyond all human ability. My companions, who were with me then,
shared in the astonishment it produced; and the sensations they felt in
concert with me were such as can be obliterated only with our lives.
All I had seen of volcanic phenomena before did not lead me to expect
such a spectacle as I then beheld. I had seen the vast rivers of lava
which descended into the plains below, and carried ruin and devastation
with them; but they resembled a vast heap of cinders on the scoriæ of
an iron foundry, rolling slowly along, and falling with a rattling
noise over one another. Here a vast arched chasm presented itself in
the side of the mountain, from which rushed with the velocity of a
flood the clear vivid torrent of lava in perfect fusion, and totally
unconnected with any other matter that was not in a state of complete
solution, unattended by any scoriæ on its surface, or gross materials
of an insolvent nature; but flowing with the translucency of honey, in
regular channels cut finer than art can imitate, and glowing with all
the splendour of the sun.”
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