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the steep basaltic rock which is visible from Mexico, sticking like a thorn 
out of the volcano's side, and is called the Pico del Fraile — sixteen thou- 
sand eight hundred and ninety-five feet above the level of the sea — and 
apparently but a short distance from the summit of the cone. 
Nevertheless, this was doomed to be the limit of their present enterprise. 
As soon as they had refreshed themselves by a little repose, they endeav- 
ored to trace a path upward from the rocks ; but everything was covered 
with ice and snow. None of the ravines were bare, as usual at this sea- 
son, when they are generally traversed by torrents on their way to the 
valley. All was a waste of cloud and frost. 
In addition to these physical dangers — the day was far advanced ; 
there was no place where they could be sheltered, or where they would 
not freeze to death during the night if they advanced. They had no food 
— and they were already wearied by an eight hours' march in a rarefied 
atmosphere. Disagreeable as was the alternative, it was resolved to 
retreat to the rancho, which they reached at sunset, suffering the most 
excruciating agony in their eyes and faces from the effects of the reflec- 
tion of the sun from the brilliant snow. 
After a night of pain and sleeplessness they returned next morning to 
Ozumba, whence they reached the Capital after a delay of a couple 
of days. 
This unfortunate termination of their enterprise, however, did not dis- 
hearten them. In the following year they again undertook the ascent, 
and were accompanied on that occasion by Mr. Egerton, the distinguished 
artist, who was murdered last year at Tacubaya. 
On the 28th of April, 1834, they departed early in the morning from 
the village of Ozumba, accompanied by three guides, two of whom were 
the brothers Paez, their companions of the previous year. They were 
now better prepared with comforts and necessaries for their journey, and, 
besides, had provided themselves with staves, some fifteen feet in length, 
shod with iron, to aid in leaping from rock to rock and steadying them on 
the slippery snow. 
Reaching the limit of vegetation at three in the afternoon, they pitched 
their tents, lighted their camp-fires, and after making out the route for the 
next day, passed a few hours of comfort and repose. At two a. m., on 
the 29th, they were astir by moonlight, and continued the ascent for 
nearly an hour and a half on horseback, when, as on the former occasion, 
they were obliged by the heavy sands to dismount and proceed on foot. 
They were still, however, accompanied by the three guides and one serv- 
ant, who bore their provisions and instruments. In this manner they ad- 
vanced in the direction of the Pico del Fraile, veiling their faces, to 
protect their eyes and skin from the reflection by which they had been so 
much injured and annoyed last year ; and thus they passed the broad 
belt of volcanic sand between the limits of vegetation and eternal snow. 
At half-past seven the view was sublime. The immense plains and 
valleys were spread below them like a sea — and as the sun rose, the 
