The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1899-12-22

We moorod 10 thirty-throc fathomi .
water. about half a mile fro.o the I
th0rc. which In most places is steep |
with green and lovely slopes fisinl +.
high above &c. As Capt Weston pro |
posed to weigh next morning. he al
lowed me 20 $50 ashore. but sent With
me, To- Dc a guide and companion 'om
Lamb0uruc. the tattoOod sailor, who
had been frequently before at the
Grand Canary. and In whom he ropos.
cd great trust.
lie gave me courier bag containing
some provisions. a flask OF spirits. and
telescope, aud thus provided. old
Tom and l. with such emotions Of
pleasure a. two newly escaped school.
boys might feel. landed on the shore.
which seemed to bchvo. sink. and rise
under my fcct-for after the late storm
stlll felt that which IL termed tho
roll OF the ship"
II was I'm this harbor Of Santa Cruz
that the famous old English Admiral
Blake encountered. and within six
/ hNula NNiNfN anu tNNh tfN'u hA'hN
spanish rlllcons. though they were
anchored under the protecting cannon
OF seven foris and n strong castle. In
the walls Of which some Of his shot
were shown imbeddcd for many years
after.
/ cast longing eyes TO the summit OF
the mighty Peak OF Adam. II seemed
to rise sheer from the sea. over which.
| literally piercing the clouds. II towers
TO the height Of more than twelve
thousand feet: but the idea OF attempt
Ing to climb II within 40 short n space
OF time M we had to spend on shore
never occurred to me. but what a feat
II would have been TO relate when
returned to Erlcsmorcl
The morning was early yet; the sun
was barely above the now cloudloss
horizon. 40 the shadow Of this stupen-
dous cone was cast not only over the
whole island. which seems TO form
merely lts base. but to the far horizon
perhaps beyond It; for there are writ.
ers who assert that In clear weather
Cape Boiadore. that dreary and bar
rem promontory OF Africa. ninety mile,
distant. Is visible from lie summit.
Did the waves OF the sea ever over,
flow that mighty poak7 At such q
question the mind becomes lost IL
conjecture.
As ! am not writing a doscriptlv,
book OF travels. but merely a plalr
narrative Of my own very recent nd
ventures, ! need not detail at grea
length. either the magnitude or the as
pcot Of this great island-mountaln o
the Atlantic.
From cliffs OF dark-brown basait
against which the ocean poura In vail
ita foam and fury. we assembled IN
steep slope OF the volcano for fev
miles. Then at our feet. as II were
we could see that fertile island, wher
a perpetual spring seems TO smile, an
where the fragrant myrtle, the goldel
orange trees. and the dark funeren
/, expresses form the mere hedgerows q
those plantations where the sugar
cane. the broad leayed plantain. IN
luscious Indian az. the trailing win,
the fragrant cinnamon. aud the prett
y coffee bush. were all nourishlng in
u luxurianoe that filled us with wond,
and pleasure.
u Further OF was the boundless sea.
~ that deep blue which II borrowed fro
w the sky above. and mirrored in
- depth were the shipping In tho roa
~, stead, with their white canvas han
~ ing loose to dry In the sun; the gre
.u woods and dark rocks reflected dow
u ward, and the old turretcd castle
On Santa Cruz. vita the scarlet and y,
TX low banner OF CASTLE and Leon on !
NJ time-worn ramparts.
", The summit Of the great cone, on Il
clothed sides Of which we never tlr'
70 OF gazing. soon became lost In yapo
Va far above the dark green belt Of maj
10 miles. named the Region Of Laurel
cr and that other belt or forest OF limb,
N whore pines. chestnuts. and oaks
as vast size mingle their varied foliaI
No together. the mountain seemed all OF
M violet tint. which paled away into fal
'r- blue rs its apex mingled and BEGAN
'p- lost amid the gossamor clouds.
ne ITO be contInuedl