Now, there was a man in that city of Rome who had not the fear of God before his eyes, and he loved a woman.

The woman died, and he walked up that mountain spitting fire, and when he got to the top he threw himself in at the hole that is there.

The next day I went up.
I was not afraid; the Lord preserves His servants.

And in their hands shall they bear thee up, lest at any time thou fall into a volcano.

It was dark night when I got there, but in the fear of the Lord I walked to the edge of the yawning abyss, and looked in.