The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-04-14

the traveller is in constant danger of being
suffocated should he escape the slides which
posed of loose dust and detached
rocks which the slightest disturbance viii
And so it happens the crater has never
been visited by man.
Great characters love to associate with
their equals. Mosnotonsbo is no exception;
therefore he occasionally invites a thunder
storm to spend an evening in social chat.
At first their voices are heard murmuring
indistinctly, as they discuss some choice bit
of gossip but as the hours roll on the
from the sulphurous larders, until the
earth trembles with fear of the mad riot.
multi have disappeared. There he stands
smoking TRANQUILITY. extending the hand of
Age has now cooled the passions of youth,
and though he frowns darkly at times, his
anger is short-lived and easily appeased:
a puff of blacker smoke or squirt of
ashes relieves the pressure, and he re-
srmes the calm indifference that has char
so his diminutive neighbors, who indulge in
SO much fuss and fume, that unaWary OBJ
servers are often ; mi lsled oy snenr aaafe a
though Boosting an altitude of only $500
feet, is a regular little "spitfre'' and throws
Jealous fits as to effectually hide her great
rival. Her last outburst occurred in 1885
when she sought, to establish her superior.
Nicaragua's best grazing lands; the area
square miles. On this occasion the finer
dust was carried a distance of 1900 miles.
air was darkened by the cloud and streets
and houses covered by the fire particles
Merchants experienced much annoyance
which unpalpable as air, penetrated the
closest fitting cases. watch makers and jew
elers being dnns az little cafe
in front of which, in the cool shade of a
pair of mango trees we lay IN our ham,
cigarettes our landlords pretty daughter
Bonita rolled for our especial benefit. At
times we fell into doze., am sure we
were to be excused, in land where the at
mosphere is even heavier than that of the
famed SLEEPY. Hollow, where the dear
alton to generation, until finally swallowed
up by the advancing tide of modern enter
wards the mountain dreamily watching the
shadows of the clouds as they glided slow
ly across it. The low mnrmur OF tiny
S Mnnes Of "a insects sas among the blo ae
SONS overhead, the distant drumming
mosphere, filling our hearts with a deep
content. Every day was a poem, every
night delightful irterlpde: Why moi, re-
main in this restful seclusion? Let those
whose minds are tormented with vain am
bition continue the mad struggle for wealth
reward for a moment life of toll; hardly
have they been secured when the hand that
grasps them shriveis IN death, ana the tn
sci toys become a source or contention
among quarreling successors.
The sun had set, and the mantle of night
was drawn over the lower world, but the
high crest of the mountain held the rosy
light of evening. the upper fields of broken
lava and scoria gIowed with life and
warmth. the deep gorges that SCARED
the vast dome We're traced in dark
blue lines on ground of pale violet that
gradually melted into a brilliant orange at
the summit. the whole standing out in bold
relief against sombre sky From the
depths of the crater luminous cloud rose
slowly to height of thousand feet. where
it spread out III all directions, a canopy of
gold. This was our hero's hour Of triumph
envious neighhors was lost in the gathering
shadows ne alone remained visible. grand
glorious, inyincible-