Many of these hot springs emerge almost from the cold river itself.
The chief group, however, lies still farther off, on a rock which may be about twenty feet in height, and fifty in length.

It is called Tunga Huer, and rises from the midst of a moor.

On this rock there are no less than sixteen springs, some emerging from its base, others rather above the middle, but none from the top of the rock.
The construction of the basins and the height and diameter of the jets were precisely similar to those I have already described.

All these sixteen springs are so near each other that they do not even occupy two sides of the rock.

It is impossible to form an idea of the magnificence of this singular spectacle, which becomes really fairy-like, if the beholder have the courage to climb the rock itself, a proceeding of some danger, though of little difficulty.