What I saw on the west coast of South and North America, and at the Hawaiian Islands.: By H. Willis Baxley, M.D.

THlE GEYSERS.
lege of exploration of Satan's undoubted dominions. About
seventy feet southwest of the Tea-kettles is a depression of the
surface twenty or twenty-five feet deep, and nearly forty in di ameter, riimmed by a considerable quantity of iron slag and scorit
of all kinds, and thickly traced with brimstone, alum, potash,
and magnesia having also about it several miinute steam vents.
This spot is called the Crater; it is on the summit of the Mountain of Fire, and probably was once the seat of remarkable terrestrial phlenomena. Even now a stamp of the foot gives resounding proof of dangerous hollowness; and holes made by
forcing a walking-cane a few inlches thlroughi the unresisting
earth gave vents for escaping vapor indicating close proximity
to a steam-boiler, that might at any moment give the curious investigator an undesirable elevation.
Passing from the Crater in a west by north, and then in a
northwest direction, and descending from the M-ountain of Fire,
we wound around the head of the Devil's Canon, passing on the
way a little spring rivulet of pure and cool crystal water, looking
strangely out of place in this region of boiling inky pools. A
short distance further brought us to a pretty grove of Shittin
trees, where the heated and wearied wanderer.may tarry and
rest, and determine, if it please him, if these furnished the tinber of which'; Bezaleel made the ark of shlittim-wood " as coin
manded. A colossal boulder-fit mile-stone for thle surrounding
scenery-will direct the explorer a few paces further to a babbing mountain brooklet, whilch at the crossing mingles its pure
stream with the offensive waters of a sulplhur spring at that spot.
Forty paces of rugged pathway brought us to Avyalanele A-bor;
an enormous land-slide having occurred here recently, precipitating thousands of tons of rock from the mountain summit
above, and thus relieved the lover of the picturesque firom future
danger in his wanderings about this secluded spot. The arbor
has several massive rocks on one side and a magnificent bay-tree
on the other, with its low-hunlg thick-spreading branches and
dense foliage, forming a bower for those who would meditate in
solitude and shade on the mysterious powers at work beneath
them. Hastening on, a few steps broulght us to another little
brooklet dashing on from the mountain above-like thoughtless
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