Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1900-01-13


We moored in thirty-thres fathoms
water, about half q mile from the
shore, which In most places IL steep,
with green and lovely slopes rising
high above It. AS Capt Weston pro-
posed to weigh next morning, he al
lowed me to go ashore, but sent with
me. to be guide and companion. Tom
Lambourne, the tattooed sailor, who
had been frequently before at the
Grand Canary, and in whom he repos-
ed great trust.
He gave me courier bag containing
soy1e provisions, flask OF spirits, and
telescope; and thus provided, old
Tom and !, with such emotions OF
plea sure as two newly escaped school
boys might feel, landed on the shore,
which seemed TO heave, sink, and rise
under my feet-for after the late storm
! still felt that which is terme,i "the
roll OF the ship
II was In this harbor Of Santa Cruz
that the famous old English Admiral
! Blake encountered, and within six
hours burned and sunk seven great
Spanish galleons, though they were
anchored under The protecting cannon
of seven forts and strong castle. in
1 the walls of which some of his shot
We're shown imbedded fer many years
after.
! cast longing eyes TO the summit of
the mighty Peak Of Adam. 1t seemed
to rise sheer from the sea, over which.
/ litaea1f,, nj &,
to the height OF more than twelve
| thousand feet; but the idea of attempt
ing to climb ii within so short space
OF time as we had to spend ON shore
never occurrSd to me, but what feat
IL would have been TO relate when
returned to Erlesmere!
The morning was early yet; the Sun
was barely above the now cloudless
horizon; so the shadow of this stupen-
dous cone was cast not only over the
whole island. which seems to form
merely its base. but to the IA. horizon,
perhaps beyond it: for there are writ
ers who assert that in clear weather
Cape Bojadore, that dreary and bar
rem promontory of Africa, ninety miles
1 N'Hhohss 10 'sGloic Atoih iAS
Did the waves OF the sea ever over.
flow that mighty peak? At such &
question the miad becomes lost In
conjecture.
AS | am not writing DESCRIPTIVE,
book OF travels. but merely a plair
narrative OF my own very recent ad
ventures, | need not detail at grea
length, either the magnitude or the as
pect OF this great island-mountain O
the Atlantic.
From cliffs of dark-brown basalt
against which the ocean pours in vail
its foam and fury, We assembled tn
steep slope of the volcano for fey
mil IS. Then at our feet, as ii were
we could see that fertile island, wher
; perpetual spring seems to smile, an
where the fragrant myrtle. the golde
!, orange trees, and the dark funerea
expresses form the mere hedgerows c
those plantations where the sugar
cane, the broad leaved plantain, I'll
= luscious Indian fig. the trailing vim
. the fragrant cinnamon, and the prett
u coffee bush, were all fiourishing in
1t luxuriance that oiled us with wonds
and pleasure.
u Further off was the boundless sea,
II that deep blue which ii borrowed frol
'e the sky above, and mirrored in i
y depth were the shipping in the roa'
;, stead. with their white canvas ham
"a ing loose to dry in the sun; the gree
u woods and dark rocks reflected dow
% ward. and the old turreted castle
~ Santa Cruz, with the scarlet and We
IN low banner of CASTLE and Leon on /
a. time-worn rampsrts.
w The summit of the great cone, on Il
clothed sides of which We never tir'
TO of gazing. soon became lost in vapo
d. far above the dark green belt of maj
10 miles, named the Region of Laurel
CT and that other belt or forest OF timbt
u where pines. chestnuts, and oaks
is vast size mingle their varied folia
he together, the mountain seemed all of
n violet tint. which paled away into fai
IT blue as its apex mingled and becar
p lost amid the gossamer clouds.
ae Ito be continued.)