Victor Appleton, Tom Swift Among the Diamond Makers…
“ I should say it was a landslide!” cried Tom. “Bless my wishbone, yes!” agreed Mr. Damon. Below them, in the valley, lay piled immense masses of earth and stones. Boulders were heaped up on boulders, and rocks upon rocks, being tossed about in heaps, strung about in long ridges, and swirled about in curves, as though some cyclone had toyed with them after the lightning flash had tossed them there. “But the mountain isn't half gone,” said Tom, as his eyes took in what was left of the phantom berg. “I guess it will take a few more bolts like that one, to put this hill out of business.” ”
