Bernard Capes, At a Winter's Fire — A Voice From the Pit (1899)
“ We skirted a boulder, and came upon a field of sleek purple lava sown all over with little lemon jets of silent smoke, which in their wan and melancholy glow might have been the corpse lights of those innumerable dead whose tombstone was the mountain itself. ”
Bernard Capes, At a Winter's Fire — A Voice From the Pit (1899)
“ One floats and wavers like a spineless ribbon of seaweed in the water; another burns with a steady radiance; a third blares from its fissure like a flame driven by the blowpipe. It is all a question of the under-draught, and some may feel it a little, and some a little more or a little less. ”
Bernard Capes, At a Winter's Fire — A Voice From the Pit (1899)
“ Beware meddling with hidden thunders, or thou mayst set rolling such another tombstone as that on which these corpse fires are yet flaming."And he only answered me, set and deathly,—"We of the mountains, Signor, know more things than we may tell of." ”
