At length we saw daylight, and never was I more glad of its advent, although it showed us that there _was_ a gulf on our right, and that the path we travelled could not measure more than ten feet in width.
Now we were out of the tunnel, that evidently had saved us a wide detour, and standing for the first time upon the actual slope of the Mountain, which stretched upwards for a great number of miles till it reached the snow-line above.

Here also we saw evidences of human life, for the ground was cultivated in patches and herds of mountain sheep and cattle were visible in the distance.
Presently we entered a gully, following a rough path that led along the edge of a raging torrent.

It was a desolate place, half a mile wide or more, having hundreds of fantastic lava boulders strewn about its slopes.

Before we had gone a mile I heard a shrill whistle, and suddenly from behind these boulders sprang a number of men, quite fifty of them.
All we could note at the time was that they were brawny, savage-looking fellows, for the most part red haired and bearded, although their complexions were rather dark, who wore cloaks of white goat skins and carried spears and shields.

I should imagine that they were not unlike the ancient Picts and Scots as they appeared to the invading Romans.