AN IRRITABLE HOT SPRING. 
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into an awful passion—tormented by tbe qualms of 
incipient sickness, lie groans and hisses, and boils up, 
and spits at you with malicious vehemence, until at last, 
with a roar of mingled pain and rage, he throws up into 
the air a column of water forty feet high, which carries 
with it all the sods that have been chucked in, and 
scatters them scalded and half-digested at your feet. 
So irritated has the poor thing’s stomach become by 
the discipline it has undergone, that even long after 
all foreign matter has been thrown off, it goes on retch¬ 
ing and sputtering, until at last nature is exhausted, 
when sobbing and sighing to itself, it sinks back into 
the bottom of its den. 
Put into the highest spirits by the success of this 
performance, we turned away to examine the remaining 
springs. I do not know, however, that any of the rest 
are worthy of particular mention. They all resemble 
in character the two I have described, the only difference 
being that they are infinitely smaller, and of much less 
power and importance. One other remarkable formation 
in the neighbourhood must not be passed unnoticed. 
Imagine a large irregular opening in the surface of the 
soft white clay, filled to the very brim with scalding 
