Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . storm of fire which beat and raged against aburning shore. Great red billows were shot high inthe air, dropping back with a terrific thud into theglaring lake. One never tires of gazing upon themagnificent spectacle, as the entire scene changes withperplexing frequency. For a second there is a soul-thrilling moment of quiet in a glow of molten gold,then in titanic explosions from beneath great wavesrise up, belching forth geysers of gigantic proportionsthat fling far .and wide their burden ofL molten rock,while deadly gases of translucent blue flash
Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . storm of fire which beat and raged against aburning shore. Great red billows were shot high inthe air, dropping back with a terrific thud into theglaring lake. One never tires of gazing upon themagnificent spectacle, as the entire scene changes withperplexing frequency. For a second there is a soul-thrilling moment of quiet in a glow of molten gold,then in titanic explosions from beneath great wavesrise up, belching forth geysers of gigantic proportionsthat fling far .and wide their burden ofL molten rock,while deadly gases of translucent blue flash fromjagged rents in the sides of the cavern. These wildfantastic scenes take possession of your every facultyand you stand dumb before their awful glory! I know not how long we stood there, awed intosilence by the fearsome scene, but after a while, fol-lowing Jose, we found our way a mile or so over thecold lava to a fissure where shot forth flames andgaseous odors. Here we scorched postals for sou- [93] SEVEN \\ E E K S I N H A \\^ A I I. In cooling, tlie lava has takenThis formation is called the 3n many peculiar Picture Frame. [94] SEVEN WEEKS IN HA \V A I I venirs, placing them on the end of sticks and holdingthem to the edge of the opening. The sun had now gone down, but the burning pitthrew its glare over the entire basin, making it almostas light as day. For a long time we stood watchingthe restless, ever changing sea of fire. Always of thefiercest red, the melted boiling rock would gush up-ward like water, then falling back would come againin fine showers, like a sparkling fountain. The wind,catching these water-like sprays, carries fine particlesout upon the cold lava which, collecting in the crev-ices, lays in soft brown masses like a womans spun rock is known as Pclcs hair, and muchof it is gathered for souvenirs. The natives like to tell of the revered Queen Kapio-lani I, who, being converted to the Christian belief,plucked the sacred berrie
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