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Eve Drewelowe travel correspondence, 1928-1929

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to the top. Soon we reached the rim of the old cone and could view everything that was taking place within the old crater. The cone was hollowed out by a previous eruption to a proporional depth and shape of a great bowl. The floor was black, and flat except for broken blocks of cracked rehardened lava. A few smoking fissures were to be seen in this once molten bed. In the center towering over the old rim stood the new cove in the making. From the top rolled beautiful clouds upon clouds of white and arose skyward. Sometimes the underside reflected the red of the fiery interior; sometimes they were tinged with a bit of yellow - sulphur fumes no doubt. The huge mouth at the end of the cove stands always open and belches these mountains of clouds both by day and by night. Occasionally too, the great inside force blew out a shower of red hot stones and they fell promiscously upon the new cove. Once an enormous red rock was lifted high in the air but its weight was too much for the waning force of the steam and it dropped back into the red hot interior of the crater again. We gazed with mingled wonder and amazement as long as we might then we had to hasten back to return by the funicular. Going down seemed to drop sheer away below our feet but by this time clouds were drifting over and shulting out the view which we might otherwise have had from below.

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to the top. Soon we reached the rim of the old cone and could view everything that was taking place within the old crater. The cone was hollowed out by a previous eruption to a proporional depth and shape of a great bowl. The floor was black, and flat except for broken blocks of cracked rehardened lava. A few smoking fissures were to be seen in this once molten bed. In the center towering over the old rim stood the new cove in the making. From the top rolled beautiful clouds upon clouds of white and arose skyward. Sometimes the underside reflected the red of the fiery interior; sometimes they were tinged with a bit of yellow - sulphur fumes no doubt. The huge mouth at the end of the cove stands always open and belches these mountains of clouds both by day and by night. Occasionally too, the great inside force blew out a shower of red hot stones and they fell promiscously upon the new cove. Once an enormous red rock was lifted high in the air but its weight was too much for the waning force of the steam and it dropped back into the red hot interior of the crater again. We gazed with mingled wonder and amazement as long as we might then we had to hasten back to return by the funicular. Going down seemed to drop sheer away below our feet but by this time clouds were drifting over and shulting out the view which we might otherwise have had from below.