On our right the Black Dome, nearly seven thousand feet high, reared its gigantic head, sparkling at times above the clouds.
"Have you ever climbed that dome, Mr.Smith ?" I asked.
"No," answered he, "but I am told that it is a very difficult ascent.
A few mountaineers have climbed it; but they report that it has no outlook commanding the crater of the Great Eyrie." "That is so," said the guide, Harry Horn.

"I have tried it myself." "Perhaps," suggested I, "the weather was unfavorable." "On the contrary, Mr.Strock, it was unusually clear.

But the wall of the Great Eyrie on that side rose so high, it completely hid the interior." "Forward," cried Mr.Smith.

"I shall not be sorry to set foot where no person has ever stepped, or even looked, before." Certainly on this day the Great Eyrie looked tranquil enough.

As we gazed upon it, there rose from its heights neither smoke nor flame.
Toward five o'clock our expedition halted at the Wildon farm, where the tenants warmly welcomed their landlord.