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THE SKYRRID.
trunk, that in their turn become trees. Hence
to the bottom of the gulph is a Hope of earth,
scattered with fragments of slone. Since the date
of the mighty ruin numberless masTes have fallen.
Those are of various sizes : some many feet in
breadth ; others broken into great sheets, of not
more than an inch in thickness; but all are par-
tially vitrified, affording politive proofs os volca-
nic fusion. One indeed has had liquid lava
poured down the side, where it now hangs in
drops; others have hollows that resemble cavities
of confined air. Independent os these, blocks
rolled far down the mountain, where they are
partly buried in the earth. One os those con-
tained pebbles in the surface.
The sheep that frequent this solitary and tre-
mendous precipice dance upon the crags, which
bring toys of clesperation to the human brain ; and
the mother submits to be batted, and driven by
her young not two spans srom the gulph, yawn-
ing destruclion below them. But Nature, ever
mindful of the safety of her creatures, gives even
this simple animal, in those inslances, instincl
superior to reason. In vain did I look for a
vending descent, on which my feet might rest:
with sasety. The eye was bewildered, and the
imagination confused, till the sheep before me
fled. Then I perceived their spiral track, their
little road down which they bounded, throwing
their
trunk, that in their turn become trees. Hence
to the bottom of the gulph is a Hope of earth,
scattered with fragments of slone. Since the date
of the mighty ruin numberless masTes have fallen.
Those are of various sizes : some many feet in
breadth ; others broken into great sheets, of not
more than an inch in thickness; but all are par-
tially vitrified, affording politive proofs os volca-
nic fusion. One indeed has had liquid lava
poured down the side, where it now hangs in
drops; others have hollows that resemble cavities
of confined air. Independent os these, blocks
rolled far down the mountain, where they are
partly buried in the earth. One os those con-
tained pebbles in the surface.
The sheep that frequent this solitary and tre-
mendous precipice dance upon the crags, which
bring toys of clesperation to the human brain ; and
the mother submits to be batted, and driven by
her young not two spans srom the gulph, yawn-
ing destruclion below them. But Nature, ever
mindful of the safety of her creatures, gives even
this simple animal, in those inslances, instincl
superior to reason. In vain did I look for a
vending descent, on which my feet might rest:
with sasety. The eye was bewildered, and the
imagination confused, till the sheep before me
fled. Then I perceived their spiral track, their
little road down which they bounded, throwing
their