If a legion of devils is in hiding there, they must have finished their infernal cookery, and soared away to some other haunt." "Devils!" cried Mr.Smith.

"Well, I hope they have not decamped without leaving some traces of their occupation, some parings of hoofs or horns or tails.

We shall find them out." On the morrow, the twenty-ninth of April, we started again at dawn.
By the end of this second day, we expected to reach the farm of Wildon at the foot of the mountain.

The country was much the same as before, except that our road led more steeply upward.

Woods and marshes alternated, though the latter grew sparser, being drained by the sun as we approached the higher levels.