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svas so fierce that at best 

 we had little control over 

 our bodily movements, and 

 we dared not attempt to 

 flee down through that 

 maze of fnmaroles in the 

 darkness of the night. 



How we watched the 

 diminishing shreds of our 

 tent and counted time 

 against the wasting fabric ! 

 Could it shelter us until it 

 was light enough to flee? 



Time and again the wind 

 would pick us up, as we 

 braced our backs unitedly 

 against the wall, and roll us 

 into a pile in the middle of 

 the floor. I sat on a flat 

 valise weighing fifty pounds, 

 on which I had set for pro- 

 tection a big rock weighing 

 as much more ; yet the wind 

 repeatedly picked up the 

 whole bundle — man, box, 

 rock, and all — and rolled 

 us into the middle of the 

 tent. 



Yori with characteristic 

 self-sacrifice, chose the most 

 exposed end of the line. He 

 drew a canvas tarpaulin over 

 his head and shoulders in a 

 vain efifort to mitigate the 

 blast. Soon it was the only 

 protection he had, and for 

 some time he sat practically 

 outside, while the wet pum- 

 ice was driven down his 

 neck. He must have been 

 bitterly cold, but never a 

 complaint escaped him. 



Finally, at 4 o'clock, the 

 gray shapes of the fuma- 

 roles began to be distin- 

 guishable in the general 

 blackness. I went outside 

 and decided it was little 

 worse than within, for there 

 one could at least move 

 around. So, though all 

 were fearful of being blown 

 bodily into one of the 

 fumaroles, it was agreed 



