. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. m, for in many places the trail led throughdeep gulches, into which previous volcanic eruptionshad showered an infinity of small cindery rocks, which,close enough together to prevent wheels gettingthrough them, were just sufficiently high to capsizethe cart if the wheels went over them. We arrivedat the summit of a used up crater, and, havinga long descent of this description before us, the insidepassengers were ordered out; the break was put on,worked by the colonels leg on the box. I held onaccording to orders. We slided down i
. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. m, for in many places the trail led throughdeep gulches, into which previous volcanic eruptionshad showered an infinity of small cindery rocks, which,close enough together to prevent wheels gettingthrough them, were just sufficiently high to capsizethe cart if the wheels went over them. We arrivedat the summit of a used up crater, and, havinga long descent of this description before us, the insidepassengers were ordered out; the break was put on,worked by the colonels leg on the box. I held onaccording to orders. We slided down in famousstyle, first over on one side then the other, the colonel occasionally addressing his team with D you, dont touch one of them ! meaning the rocks, throughwhich we were picking our way. But, near thebottom of the hill, we got our ofi*-wheels into a mud-hole and declined gently on that side, a fine specimenof volcanic formation preventing the waggon fromgoing over altogether. The colonel, without hesita-tion, made all his passengers hang their weights to. the near side of the waggon, and, sitting on my lap,with a crack of the whip he started the whole concern,and sent it flying and swaying from side to side to thebottom of the hill. Here we pulled up, and the colonel,relieving me from his weight, observed, in extenua-tion of what might otherwise have appeared a liberty,that he was obliged to be a little sarcy on this are very prevalent in the southern mines,and my first introduction to the species was in thiswise. The colonel turned suddenly to me, his hands s 2 260 MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS. being occupied with his ribbons, with I guesstheres a flea on my neck ; and I perceived on theinstant that there was a large, broad-shoulderedinsect, refreshing himself on the place indicated, inapparent oblivion of all around. As in duty boundas box seat, I pulled him off and put him to death,the colonel remarking as he nodded his thanks, thathe generally had three or four
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