¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 In one and quarter hours we reach^d^ Rasina (Herculaneum) and stop^d^ before the Vesuvius office where a score of villainous looking men and boys immediately surrounded our carriages, in every variety of tattered and filthy garments, and with excited looks gesticulations and clamerous [sic] gabble in Italian.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 We soon learned that they were guides, and wou^l^d – be assistants. We called the Director and told him we simply wanted two Horses, with torches and walking sticks, as the rest of us (my family) had hired our coachman to take us up as far as practicable instead of taking Horses and saddles as usual.
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After some delay, a Horse was brought with the word that all others were up the mountain with other
tourists. Finally a little sore-backed Donkey was raked up, upon which Jep reluctantly mounted, giving his carriage seat to Mrs C.
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With a guide, a torchbearer (as we would be gone till late) and boy to care for the Horses we ascended the disgusting narrow streets of Resina a half mile, thence a mile through dilapidated farms to where we entered the lava fields, devastating floods of liquid rock carrying death and terror for miles, the results of eruptions during the present century. Yet the whole face of the country is thickly dotted with farm houses wherever a clear spot could be found regardless of impending danger and the warning voice of
the lava banks beside them.
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Farther up, we find ourselves in the midst of immense fields of black lava, thousands of acres, our tortuous road cut through lava hills, walled with lava, built up with lava, having alternately pits or ravines on one side and