A bird of an unknown species came flying toward us from over the water.
Its plumage was brilliant with trailing feathers of red, green, and
yellow; while upon its head was a topknot of the same colors. Torrence
thought he should like to have it and so fetched his gun. The bird
circled above, full of curiosity. Perhaps we were the first human
beings it had ever seen. Descending spirally it came at last within
easy range, but we had not the heart to kill it. Then, apparently
satisfied with its investigation, commenced an upward course, circling
away again, just as it had come; only this time aiming its spirals
toward the top of the cliff, until lost to view. Torrence then
discharged the gun in the air to hear the reverberation from the rocks.
The sound was impressive, coming back to us like thunder from the
heights. It was probably the first time a gun had ever been discharged
in this desolate quarter of the globe, and I was glad it was not in the
destruction of life.
When the smoke had cleared away and the echoes ceased, we were attracted
by a whirring sound above, and looking up saw thousands of pigeons which
our shot had frightened from their nests. We watched them while they
skurried about in dismay, until, finding that no harm had been done,
they settled back among the rocks again.
* * * * *
We had made a hearty meal and were beginning to think of going when
Torrence suggested that we ascend the face of Mount Horror in the air
ship instead of taking our way up the channel, or following the
precipitous and rugged shore line for another exit. I reminded him that
it would probably be cold at such an elevation, but agreed that it would
afford a magnificent view of the country. Besides, we wanted to inspect
the crater, feeling sure the mountain was an extinct volcano, and so
determined to ascend to the highest elevation first, and then continue
our journey northward over the country beyond, or through the channel
which offered a clear passage in the direction of our course. This
chasm through which the river ran was sublime and terrible. A rent in
that stupendous rock formation which seemed to dwarf and threaten the
very foundations of the earth on which it rested. We could but regard
it with feelings of awe. An overpowering desire to escape its depressing
influence possessed us.
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