It really seemed as if the interior of the mountain had been a boiling caldron.

The prospect from these mountains is very fine.

Numerous valleys and mountains innumerable offered themselves to my view, and I could even discern the isolated black rock past which I had ridden five or six hours previously.
I now commenced my descent into the valley; at a few hundred paces the bubbling and hissing were already inaudible.

I supposed that I had seen every thing worthy of notice; but much that was remarkable still remained.

I particularly noticed a basin some five or six feet in diameter, filled with boiling mud.