Mr. Hunt is not disturbed by pangs of pity as he journeys on. [Illustration] [Illustration: THE POLITICAL CARTOONISTS. (A Little Distorted Themselves.)] _CANTO XXIX._ Through an almost interminable cavern the explorer now comes out into a vast mountainous region called the “Devil’s Hunting Ground.” Corrupt men in public office, who combined and threw the blame of their guilt on one man are found in this region transformed into wild animals, for the amusement of Satan’s sharp-shooting devils. Though they escaped public abuse on earth and prided themselves on not being “found out,” it is different in Hell. Here they are scapegoats themselves, and are hunted and shot by Demons armed with blunderbusses that fire five pounds of salt with one revolution of a wheel trigger. [Illustration] [Illustration: HUNTING SCAPEGOATS.] _CANTO XXX._ Mr. Hunt’s hat is blown off by a stormy blast, and going down a deep ravine to recover it, he beholds a hideous monster called the Tip System. This animal sits upright on its two feet. It is a beast of mouth and stomach. Its height is that of twenty men. On the full length of its pale green front a ladder rests. Men toil up this ladder with vats of food and pour the contents into the animal’s hungry maw. Their labor never ends, for the monster’s appetite increases in proportion as it is fed. Perhaps it is just as well, for the explorer discovers that the men who have this work to do are the porters and waiters who neglected and insulted customers when not tipped. [Illustration] [Illustration: THE MONSTER TIP SYSTEM.] _CANTO XXXI._ Mr. Hunt now takes the Infernal Elevated Train and gets off at the district where editors are punished. He finds them classified in his guide book and takes note of a few of them: “Editors who never credited stolen articles.” “Editors who threatened public men with abuse if they refused to do as they dictated.” “Editors who were very careful not to publish disagreeable truths about people of wealth, and so-called ‘social station,’ but never hesitated to print anything about people outside this select circle.” Huge red-hot waste baskets hold them, the worst offenders being at the bottom. [Illustration: EDITORS.] [Illustration: MAKING THE BEST OF IT. Bad Actor: “Well, anyway, there’s one comforting thing about this region; no matter how bad one acts, he can’t get a frost.”] _CANTO XXXII._ Aimlessly making his way through the crackling heat, Mr. Hunt comes face to face with the inventor who is responsible for the barb-wire fence. His lot is not a pleasant one. He is compelled to sit forever on his own invention. [Illustration] [Illustration: THE INVENTOR OF THE BARB-WIRE FENCE.] _CANTO XXXIII._ In this Canto Mr. Hunt describes the meeting with that historic personage, Farinata. He relates a conversation he had with Dante which interests the explorer.