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Fortunately
,
this
cone
inclined
to
the
north
,
and
had
fallen
upon
the
plain
of
sand
and
tufa
stretching
between
the
volcano
and
the
sea
.
The
aperture
of
the
crater
being
thus
enlarged
projected
towards
the
sky
a
glare
so
intense
that
by
the
simple
effect
of
reflection
the
atmosphere
appeared
red-hot
.
At
the
same
time
a
torrent
of
lava
,
bursting
from
the
new
summit
,
poured
out
in
long
cascades
,
like
water
escaping
from
a
vase
too
full
,
and
a
thousand
tongues
of
fire
crept
over
the
sides
of
the
volcano
.
"
The
corral
!
the
corral
!
"
exclaimed
Ayrton
.
It
was
,
in
fact
,
towards
the
corral
that
the
lava
was
rushing
as
the
new
crater
faced
the
east
,
and
consequently
the
fertile
portions
of
the
island
,
the
springs
of
Red
Creek
and
Jacamar
Wood
,
were
menaced
with
instant
destruction
.
At
Ayrton
's
cry
the
colonists
rushed
to
the
onagers
'
stables
.
The
cart
was
at
once
harnessed
.
All
were
possessed
by
the
same
thought
--
to
hasten
to
the
corral
and
set
at
liberty
the
animals
it
enclosed
.
Before
three
in
the
morning
they
arrived
at
the
corral
.
The
cries
of
the
terrified
musmons
and
goats
indicated
the
alarm
which
possessed
them
.
Already
a
torrent
of
burning
matter
and
liquefied
minerals
fell
from
the
side
of
the
mountain
upon
the
meadows
as
far
as
the
side
of
the
palisade
.
The
gate
was
burst
open
by
Ayrton
,
and
the
animals
,
bewildered
with
terror
,
fled
in
all
directions
.
An
hour
afterwards
the
boiling
lava
filled
the
corral
,
converting
into
vapor
the
water
of
the
little
rivulet
which
ran
through
it
,
burning
up
the
house
like
dry
grass
,
and
leaving
not
even
a
post
of
the
palisade
to
mark
the
spot
where
the
corral
once
stood
.
To
contend
against
this
disaster
would
have
been
folly
--
nay
,
madness
.
In
presence
of
Nature
's
grand
convulsions
man
is
powerless
.
It
was
now
daylight
--
the
24th
of
January
.
Cyrus
Harding
and
his
companions
,
before
returning
to
Granite
House
,
desired
to
ascertain
the
probable
direction
this
inundation
of
lava
was
about
to
take
.
The
soil
sloped
gradually
from
Mount
Franklin
to
the
east
coast
,
and
it
was
to
be
feared
that
,
in
spite
of
the
thick
Jacamar
Wood
,
the
torrent
would
reach
the
plateau
of
Prospect
Heights
.
"
The
lake
will
cover
us
,
"
said
Gideon
Spilett
.
"
I
hope
so
!
"
was
Cyrus
Harding
's
only
reply
.
