CHAPTER XX.
THE DEVIL'S GRIST-MILL.
The above name has been given to one of the geysers of California, that group of boiling springs, now famous.

Indeed, the whole region has been baptized with Satanic nomenclature.
The guide showed us what he called the "Devil's Mush-pot," the "Devil's Pulpit," the "Devil's Machine Shop," and, hearing a shrill whistle in the distance, we were informed it was the "Devil's Tea-kettle." Seeing some black water rushing from a fountain, from which the people of the neighborhood and tourists dip up genuine ink, we were told it was the "Devil's Ink-stand." Indeed, you are prepared for this on the Pacific Railroad, as your guide book points you to the "Devil's Gate," and the "Devil's Slide," and the "Devil's Peak." We protest against this surrender of all the geysers to the arch demon.

All the writers talk of the place as infernal.

We do not believe this place so near to hell as to heaven.

We doubt if Satan ever comes here.