Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William TorreyTorrey, William
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Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William Torrey
Torrey, William
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia); Seafaring life
out stones and ashes, and lava, with heavy detonations,
while the irritated flames accompanying them, glared
widely over the surrounding obscurity, against the sides
of the ledge and upper cliffs, richly illuminating the
volumes of smoke at the south end, and occasionally
casting a bright reflection on the bosom of a passing[71]
cloud. The great seat of action, however, seemed to be
at the southern and western end, where an exhibition
of ever-varying fire-works was presented, surpassing in
beauty and sublimity all that the ingenuity of art ever
devised. Rivers of fire were seen rolling in splendid
corruscation among the laboring craters, and on one
side a whole lake, whose surface constantly flashed
and sparkled with the agitation of contending currents.
Expressions of admiration and astonishment burst
momentarily from our lips, and though greatly fatigued
it was near midnight before we gave ourselves rest,
often interrupted during the night, to gaze on the sight
with renewed wonder and surprise.
As I laid myself down on my mat—fancying that the
very ground which was my pillow shook beneath my
head—the silent musings of my mind were:—"Great
and marvelous are thy works, Lord, God Almighty!
greatly art thou to be feared, thou King of saints!"
The next morning we prepared for a descent into the
crater.
One of the few places where this is practicable was
within a rod of the hut where we lodged. For the first
four hundred feet the path was steep, and from the
looseness of the stones and rocks on both sides, required
caution in every movement. A slight touch was sufficient
to detach these and send them bounding downwards
hundreds of feet to the imminent danger of any
one near them. The remaining distance of about the
same number of feet, was gradual and safe, the path
having turned into the bed of an old channel of lava,
which ran off in an inclined plain, until it met the ledge[72]
before described more than a quarter of a mile west of
the place where we began the descent. Previous to our
descent we had provided ourselves with long canes and
poles, by which we might test the soundness of any spot
before stepping on it, and immediately on reaching the
ledge, we found the wisdom of the precaution. This
offset is formed wholly of scoria and lava, mostly
burned to a cinder and everywhere intersected by deep
crevices and chasms, from many of which light smoke
and vapor were emitted, and from others a scalding
steam.
The general surface is a black, glossy incrustation,
retaining perfectly the innumerably diversified tortuous
configurations of the lava, as it originally cooled, and
so brittle as to crack and break under us like ice, while
the hollow reverberations of our footsteps beneath, sufficiently
assured us of the unsubstantial character of
the whole mass.
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