CHAPTER LVII.
They Hearken Unto A Voice From The Gods Next day we retraced our voyage northward, to visit that section of Vivenza.
In due time we landed.
To look round was refreshing.

Of all the lands we had seen, none looked more promising.

The groves stood tall and green; the fields spread flush and broad; the dew of the first morning seemed hardly vanished from the grass.

On all sides was heard the fall of waters, the swarming of bees, and the rejoicing hum of a thriving population.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Yoomy, "Labor laughs in this land; and claps his hands in the jubilee groves! methinks that Yillah will yet be found." Generously entertained, we tarried in this land; till at length, from over the Lagoon, came full tidings of the eruption we had witnessed in Franko, with many details.

The conflagration had spread through Porpheero and the kings were to and fro hunted, like malefactors by blood-hounds; all that part of Mardi was heaving with throes.
With the utmost delight, these tidings were welcomed by many; yet others heard them with boding concern.
Those, too, there were, who rejoiced that the kings were cast down; but mourned that the people themselves stood not firmer.