The Strange Voyage and Adventures of Domingo Gonsales, to the World in the MoonGodwin, Francis
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The Strange Voyage and Adventures of Domingo Gonsales, to the World in the Moon
Godwin, Francis
Moon -- Fiction; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
But being quickly weary of this excessive cold Place, and drawn up
again, we continued our Descent from the Mountains by the fame Passage
we went up the Day before, and so about five in the Evening arrived at
_Oratava_, from whence we set forth; our Faces were so red and sore
that to cool them we were forced to wash and bathe them in whites of
Eggs: The whole Height of the _Pico_ in Perpendicular is vulgarly
esteemed to be two Miles and an half. No Trees, Herbs nor Shrubs did
we find in all the Passage, but Pines, and among the whiter Sands a
kind of Broom being a bushy Plant: It is the Opinion of some ingenious
Persons who have lived twenty Years upon the Place, that the whole
Island being a Soil mightily impregnated with Brimstone, did in former
Times take Fire, and blow up all or near all at the same Time; and
that many Mountains of huge Stones calcined and burnt, which appear
all over this Island, especially in the South-West Part of it, were
cast up and raised out of the Bowels of the Earth at the Time of that
general Conflagration; and that the greatest Quantity of this _Sulphur_
lying about the Center of the Island raised up the Pico to that Height
at which it now is seen; which appears by the Situation of those Rocks
that lye three or four Miles round the Bottom of the _Pico_, and in
such Order one above another almost to the _Sugar-Loaf_, as it is
called, as if the whole ground swelling and rising up together by the
Ascension of the Brimstone, the Torrents and Rivers of it did with a
sudden Eruption roul and tumble them down from the rest of the Rocks;
especially to the South-West, where from the Top of the _Pico_ to the
Sea coast lie huge Heaps of these burnt Rocks one under another, and
there still remain the very Tracks of the Brimstone Rivers as they
ran over this Quarter, of the Island which Hath so wasted the Ground,
beyond Recovery, that nothing can be made to grow there but Broom.
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BOOKS _Printed and Sold by_ John Lever, _Bookseller, Stationer, and
Printseller, at_ Little Moorgate, _next to_ London Wall, _near_
Moorfields.
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