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perfectly, even though one cut alone required eleven stitches. Here in this 

 rude hospital, with the rain still falling, the main party was compelled to 

 leave a small band to watch through the night and for days and niglits to 

 come, until it was possible to move her by stages to the main camp. Dr. 

 Stevens was relieved on the second day by 13r. Eaton, who stayed on with the 

 second party. 



When at last a report came that the girl was safe the main party fell 

 in line once more and continued the march to the main camp. Reaching the 

 upper Queets valley they turned backward to look long at the two lines of 

 smoke that now rose almost straight to the heavens from tlie commissary and 

 hospital fires while to the westward the vast bulk of Mount 01ymi)us 

 shrouded in clouds refused even to bid them farewell. 



. A Day on Mount Vesuvius 



By ADELAIDE L. POLLOCK 



WHEN I reached the top of Vesuvius, a wish of many years 

 standing was gratified. Looking backward to my childhood I 

 see myself and two brothers playing under great firs in the 

 wooded meadows of a western farm. Tired with following the sugges- 

 tions of capricious wills we found a shady nook and read the wonderful 

 descriptions of that persistent traveler. Bayard Taylor. His marvelous 

 tales awakened in me a desire to see for myself the great places of the 

 world, and a determination to climb the heights and look out upon the 

 wonders and glories of the earth. 



When, last July, I left Rome for Naples it seemed as if the porters were 

 never before so slow in getting the passengers settled, the guards never so 

 deliberate in their saunterings about the platform, but there came a time 

 when the last call of "Napoli" Avas given and we were off. The day was 

 hot, the train dirty, and the journey over the long volcanic plain was dreary 

 and uneventful, but as we journeyed south the scene changed. Groves of 

 oaks, fig trees, chestnuts and olives appeared and merged into patches of 

 corn, stretches of vineyard, and great fields of hemp, where barefooted men, 

 women and children, all in short garments resembling ]\Iother Hubbards, 

 were at work. At Sparanise dear old Father Baldeker said we should get 

 our first glimpse of Vesuvius. How keen was the disappointment on scan- 

 ning the southern horizon to find the summer haze too thick to penetrate. 

 The ruined castles and picturesque towers crowning the hilltops or hanging 

 on bluffs were consolations until a mountain did appear. Was that Vesu- 

 vius? Could that irregular slope be a volcano? All my previous ideas of 

 the mountain forgotten, we gazed in disappointment. Not another soul in 

 the compartment knew any English and therefore it was not possible for 

 me to express my disenchantment. The luxuriant vegetation attracted my 

 attention while the train made a wide circle, and when I looked again the 

 green slope had apparently rolled northward and a great brown cone stood 

 out boldly against the deep glowing colors of an Italian sunset. But where 

 were the red lava and the black smoke of the Vesuvian postcard? Was 

 this ashy mass of earth a living volcano? What could those irregular white 

 horizontal streaks on the mountain sides l)e? The threatening feeling of 



