Safely aboard the air ship we began ascending the wall as if passengers
in a huge elevator, which in fact we were. Again the birds flew out,
terrified at our approach, some falling dead from sheer fright, a few of
which we secured on deck. Hugging this terrible escarpment we were
enabled to examine its formation with accuracy. Large blocks of
syenitic granite hung loose, ready to drop at any minute and we saw how
for ages the cliff had been slowly disintegrating, and receding from the
sea by action of storm and catyclism. Lightning had also played its
part, and its handwriting was visible on every side. Ledges large
enough to hold a house were loaded with nests and eggs of every color
and size. We consulted about the feasibility of capturing some of
these, by halting and climbing out after them, but concluded to let them
go, as the danger was too great. It involved not only the risk in
scrambling from the vessel to the ledge, but the additional chance of
being smashed by a falling rock from above. Of course in our ascent we
were careful to keep far enough away to obviate that possibility.
When we had risen clear above Mount Horror we looked down into the
fearful chasm that separated us from Mount Gurthrie. It was a sight
never to be forgotten. To the south lay the unspotted ocean; but to the
north the land sloped away rapidly, and beyond the highest elevations
which, in themselves, were mountains of no mean height, but so far below
as to seem trivial; beyond these, I say as far as the eye could reach,
extended a beautiful country, with rivers, valleys, lakes and hills,
with forest, plain, and mountain. The panorama was entrancing, and the
effect on us profound.
Hovering over the crater, which we found just as we expected, we looked
down into a black abyss, so vast and awful, that we had no inclination
to investigate it, although it was large enough for us to have descended
bodily with the air ship. There was no smoke, nor were any sulphurous
fumes emitted. Evidently the volcano had been extinct for ages; and we
passed rapidly on upon our north bound course, glad enough to have dry
land under us once again, and to descend to a lower and warmer level.
We were soon down among the foothills, and traversing a well timbered
country, rising from time to time to clear the elevations encountered.
The panorama that now stretched away before us was one of ravishing
beauty, and we took our places on deck with lighted cigars to enjoy it.
I suggested that we name the new land "Torrenzia," but Torrence only
declared that while people might call it what they pleased, the credit
of the new world must go to the man who had first seen it.
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