Enough sulphur here to purify the blood of the race, or in gunpowder to kill it; enough salt to savor all the vegetables of the world.

Its acid water, which waits only for a little sugar to make it delicious lemonade, may yet be found in all the drug stores of the country.

The water in one place roars like a steamboat discharging its steam.

Your boots curl with the heat as you stand on the hot rocks, looking.

Almost anywhere a thrust of your cane will evoke a gush of steam.