The Arizona sentinel., 1896-03-14

t'ins are due 10 conyict5 workia 2 out their fines or years of penal ser itude, which IS certainly more profitable than hiring them out to Q corpora
 ton. Ii man violates the laws, it makes no difference whether he con- mits misdemeanor or felony, he must serve the spunky little republic | by digging on the road.
 At { o'clock the Volcano House, Mir. Peter Lee, proprietor, was reach ed. One has all the evidences of the near proximity of a volcano on ap- preaching the house. Steam was issuing from the seams in the lava crusted earth along the roadside, and when we gained the higEec ground we could see for miles about us. There were a thousand fssues in the earth from which hot steam and smoke were issuing, while far off 10 the west the smoke. from the eternal fires of Kilauea gave 1t the appearance of Dore's paintings of Dante's Inferno. Below the Volcano Hol lse, not three hundred paces aw y are vast sulphur banks from which issues vapor in continuous stream MT. Lee, the proprietor, has built a bath house, and conveys the sulphur vapot to it, the healing properties of which he declares are unequalcd.
 The Volcano House is a large, co m- modions country inn, with accom- modations equal to such places in tfe United States It is a great pleasure resort, and patrOnized extensively by invalids. Altho it would seem that one could almost stand on it's porch and throw a stone into the crater, it Is three miles away.
 My guide, whose name was Albert, was strange mixture of DatiOnalities. He was born in Japan, his mother was a native of the Gilbert Islands, and his father Frenchman. He had been reared in California and was only temporarily in Hawaii. Tho 2 very intelligent fellow, he was unable to solve the problem of his nationali- ty. tried to, but soon gave it up.
 Mounting my horse i'll the court in front Of the house we began the de- scent. By zigzag course we wound our way down the cliff into the first crater, which is over three miles across, our path somtimes leading along the side of the cliff, and the projecting rocks almost grazing our knees as we passed. We gained the second plain or great crater at last. This plain Is covered with dark lava plains which in the distance looks 1 like a congealed quagmire.
 Once upon this plain we entered a path made ac- oss the lava. In places | ferns were growing out from the seams in the crust As we pressed on over the chasm-riven surface we came upon a wider, deeper crack ] spanned by bridge. There Is story connected with this chasm, the guide said. One day party of tourists left the Volcano House and went to see the crater, which was the crater which was then active. While they were there the island was convulsed with an earthquake. Mt. Lee, fear ing some harm had befallen his guests, ran to the lava flow to find this awful chasm from thirty to fifty deep. He was very much alarmed for his guests until he saw them com
 ing across the lava flow. They had scarcely felt the earthquake at all, but they had to go about a mile above to cross the chasm.
 Half 8 mile from the Lake Of Fire, as the second crater Is called, we came upon small corral made of lava, in which we left the horses, and, armed with stout sticks, proceeded over the plain of hard, glaring lava, through the seams of which sulphurous steam constantly hissed.
 At last we gained the side of the lake. The crater was inactive, and had been so for year rsInce MT. 1 Musick's visit, this volcano has been in eruption. According to the news paper reports, the flow of lava began
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