Rollo was very impatient for the time to come for the ascent of Vesuvius; but several days elapsed before Mr. George was ready. Then, after that, for two or three days, the weather was not favorable. The sky was filled with showery-looking clouds, and great caps of fog hung over the summits of the mountains. "If we get up there when there are mists and fogs hanging about the mountain," said Mr. George, "we shall not be able to see the fire at all." "Then I would rather wait for a fair day," said Rollo. Rollo repeatedly asked Rosie if she was not going up. "I don't know," said Rosie; "it depends upon my mother. I shall not go unless she goes, and she says she has not decided." At last, after several days of uncertain weather, the wind came round to the westward, the clouds Mr. George told Mrs. Gray that the weather promised to be favorable the next day for the ascent of the mountain. "And Rollo and I," said he, "think of going up. If you would like to go, we should be very happy to have you join our party." "Can I go, do you think?" asked Mrs. Gray. "O, yes," said Mr. George; "you certainly can go, for you can be carried up in a portantina from the place where we leave the carriage. But if you please, I will send for a commissioner, and he can tell us all about it." "Very well," said Mrs. Gray, "I should like to have you do that." "Ring the bell, then, Rollo," said Mr. George. So Rollo rang the bell; a servant man soon came in. He was what Rollo called the chamberman. His business was to make the beds and take care of the rooms. This work, in Italy, is done by men generally, instead of by women. "Is there a commissioner attached to this hotel," asked Mr. George, addressing the servant, and speaking in French, "who accompanies parties to Vesuvius?" "Yes, sir, certainly," said the servant. "What is his name?" asked Mr. George. "Philippe," replied the man. "Where is he?" asked Mr. George. "He is below," said the man. "Please ask him to come up," said Mr. George. "I want to talk with him about an excursion to the mountain." The servant man went down, and pretty soon Philippe appeared. He was a very intelligent looking young man, neatly dressed, and with a frank and agreeable countenance. "This is Philippe, I suppose," said Mr. George, speaking in French. "Yes, sir," said Philippe. "Take a seat," said Mr. George. "This lady wishes me to make some inquiries of you about going up the mountain. Do you speak English?" "Yes, sir," said Philippe, "a little." On hearing this Mr. George changed the conversation into the English language, so that Mrs. Gray might understand what was said, without the inconvenience and delay of having it interpreted. "In the first place," said Mr. George, "when ladies ascend the Mountain, how far do they go in a carriage?" "To the Hermitage," said Philippe. "Can you go in a good, comfortable carriage all the way to the Hermitage?" asked Mr. George. "O, yes, sir," said Philippe. "We take an excellent carriage from town. The road is very winding to go up the mountain, but it is perfectly good. A lady can go up there as comfortably as she can ride about town." Philippe further said that ladies often went up with parties as far as the Hermitage, and then, if they did not wish to go any farther, they remained there until their friends came down. "What sort of a place is the Hermitage?" asked Mrs. Gray. "Is it an inn?" "Yes, madam," said Philippe. "It is an inn. It is a very plain and homely place, but a lady can stay there very well a few hours." "Is there a family there?" asked Mrs. Gray. "No, madam," said Philippe; "it is kept by a monk." "Let us go, mother," said Josie. "We can go up there as well as not." "Yes," said Mrs. Gray, "I think I should like to go up at least as far as there. I can take a "Yes, madam; it is a very pleasant place," replied Philippe. "You have an exceedingly fine view of the bay, and of Naples, and of the islands, and of the whole Campagna. Then the observatory is near, and that is a very pleasant place, with gardens and plantations of trees all around it. Perhaps the beggars might be a little troublesome if you walked out, but I think I could manage about that." "What is the observatory that you speak of?" asked Mr. George. "It is a government establishment that is kept there for making observations on the state of the mountain," replied Philippe. "It is a fine building, and it has very pretty gardens and grounds around it." "I should think it would be a very pleasant place," said Mrs. Gray. "Indeed, it looks like a pleasant place seen from this hotel with Rollo's opera glass." "Well, now for the next stage of the journey," said Mr. George; "that is, from the Hermitage to the foot of the cone. How far is that, and how do we go?" "It is about three quarters of an hour's walk," replied Philippe. "There is no carriage road, but only a mule path, and in some places the road is very rough." "Is it steep?" asked Mr. George. "No, sir," said Philippe; "the steep part comes afterwards. The mule path is nearly on a level, but it is rough and rocky. There are three ways of going. You can walk, you can ride upon a mule or a donkey, or finally, you can be carried in a chair. Ladies that do not like to walk so far usually ride on a donkey, or else are carried. It is easier to be carried, but it costs a little more." "How much more?" asked Mr. George. "A dollar," said Philippe. "I think I should rather be carried if I were to go," said Mrs. Gray. "I'd rather ride on a donkey," said Rosie. "And I on a mule," said Josie. "You and I might walk, Rollo," said Mr. George. "Yes," said Rollo, "I would rather walk." Rollo always preferred to go on foot when on any of these mountain excursions, because then he could ramble about this way and that, wherever he pleased, and climb up upon the rocks, and gather plants and specimens. "Very well," said Mr. George; "and this brings us to the foot of the steep part of the mountain. How far is it up this last steep part?" "About an hour's work, hard climbing," said Philippe. "Is it very hard climbing?" asked Mr. George. "Yes, sir," said Philippe; "it is right up a steep slope of rocks." "Is there good footing," asked Mr. George, "or are the rocks loose, or slippery?" "It is very good footing," said Philippe. "In one sense the rocks are loose, for the whole side of the mountain where we go up is formed of slag and scoriÆ. But then the pieces are wedged together, so as not to move much, and the foot clings to them, so that you don't slip. On the whole, it is good footing. The only difficulty is, it is so steep. It is a thousand feet up rough rocks, as steep as you can go." "I could not get up, I am sure," said Mrs. Gray. "Nor I," said Rosie. "O, you can be carried up," said Mr. George, "in a portantina." "What kind of a thing is it?" asked Mrs. Gray. "It is a common arm chair," said Philippe, "with two stout poles lashed to the sides of it. Two men take hold of the ends of the poles before, and two others behind, and they lift the poles,—chair, passenger, and all,—up upon their shoulders. They carry you, in this way, right up the mountain." "I should be afraid," said Rosie. "You would feel a little afraid at first," said Philippe, "when the men were lifting you up upon their shoulders—but afterwards, you would not be afraid at all. You ride as easy as if two persons were to take you in a chair and carry you about the room." "But I should pity the poor men so much," said Rosie, "in having such a heavy load to carry!" "Ah!" said Philippe, "instead of pitying them, you ought to rejoice for them. They are so glad when they get any body to carry up! They are paid about three quarters of a dollar apiece, and that is a great deal of money for them. There will be a great many of them up there to-morrow, waiting, and hoping that somebody will come for them to carry up." "Ah, that makes it different," said Rosie. "Besides," said Josie, "you are nothing to carry, you are so little and light. Rollo and I Rosie looked a little troubled to hear her brother speak of her in this way. She did not like to be called little and light. Philippe saw that she was troubled. "No," said he; "they will ask the same for carrying Miss Rosie that they would for any other lady." This answer removed in an instant the cloud which had appeared upon Rosie's face, and replaced it with a smile which had something of the expression of triumph in it. In fact, Philippe shaped his answer as he did on purpose to please her. It was strange that a guide, whose life had been spent among the roughest of men, on the mountains, should know better how to be polite than a boy who had been brought up tenderly in the midst of refinement and elegance; but so it often is. "How long does it take to go up the steep part?" asked Mrs. Gray. "About an hour," said Philippe. "They stop two or three times on the way, to rest the bearers, and change them." "Then they change the bearers," said Mrs. Gray. "Yes, madam," replied Philippe. "We take eight bearers to each chair, and four of them carry it at a time; so we have two sets." "I'm glad of that," said Rosie. "And what do we see when we get to the top?" asked Mrs. Gray. "We walk along over the sand and lava," replied Philippe, "until we come to the edge of the crater, and then we look down." "And do we see the fire coming out?" asked Rollo. "Yes," said Philippe, "plenty of fire." "And lava, and red-hot stones?" asked Josie. "Yes," said Philippe, "all the time." "I hope you don't go too near," said Mrs. Gray. "No, madam," said Philippe; "we are careful not to go too near. There is a mountain guide who goes up with the party from the Hermitage, and it is his business to know all the time what the state of the mountain is, and where it is safe to go. There are two craters now. One of them they cannot go down into, for the sides have caved in all around, and formed perpendicular cliffs. But at the other crater there is on one side a slope of sand and slag, where people can go down, and walk over the lava on the floor of the crater." "Why, I should think they would sink into it," said Rosie. "No," said Philippe; "the lava that lies spread out over the bottom of the crater has cooled so as to be hard enough to walk upon, though you can see that it is red hot in the cracks." "I should not dare to walk over it," said Rosie. "Ladies go down very often," said Philippe, "and there is no danger, only the sulphurous smoke, if it happens to blow over upon you, is bad to breathe." After some further conversation with Philippe, and some consultation with each other, the party formed the plan as follows: They were all to go together in a carriage to the Hermitage. Then Philippe was to provide chairs and bearers for Mrs. Gray and Rosie, to take them to the foot of the cone, and animals, either mules or donkeys, for "the three gentlemen," as Philippe called them. On arriving at the foot of the cone, Mrs. Gray was to decide whether she would let Rosie continue and go to the top. For herself, she concluded that she would not go, but after seeing the party commence their ascent, she would go back to the Hermitage, and wait there till they returned. "And now, Philippe," said Mr. George, "I wish you to calculate exactly what the expense "Yes, sir," said Philippe; "that is the best way. If you undertake to pay the men on the mountain yourself, they will never be satisfied. They clamor continually for more, as long as the party will give any thing. I know just what is their due." So Philippe drew his chair up to the table where Mr. George had placed a sheet of paper and a pen and ink, and began to make out his account. After writing a few minutes, he looked up from his work, and asked if the gentlemen wished to have any assistance in going up the cone. "What assistance can we have?" asked Mr. George. "There are men who put straps over their shoulders to pull by, and let you take hold of the end of them. It helps you a great deal." "Yes, uncle George," said Rollo, "let us have them. I should like to be pulled up in that way." "So should I," said Josie. "You boys may have strapmen, then," said Mr. George. "I think I can get along without one myself." Philippe then asked if the party would stop on the way and go down into Herculaneum. Mr. George said that they would. Philippe then went on with his calculation, and when it was finished he presented it to Mr. George. Mr. George wrote a heading to it, and then read it as follows, except that I give the amounts in American money:— Ascent of Vesuvius. Estimate of Expenses—Party of Five.
"Very well," said Mr. George. "That is satisfactory. Now I will give you gold enough to cover that amount. You must get it changed into such a form as you want it, and you must not call upon me or any of the party for any money whatever, from the time that we set out till we get back again to the hotel." "Very well, sir," said Philippe; "that is much the best way. The men will gather around you from time to time on the way, and clamor for buono manos, but you must not pay any attention to them; say simply, 'Philippe will pay.'" "And now," said Mr. George, "it is all arranged except the time for setting out. What is the best time?" "We ought to set out at eight or nine o'clock," said Philippe. "It takes about ten hours." "Let us set out at eight, then," said Mrs. Gray. "We can have breakfast at seven, I suppose." "Certainly," said Philippe. "And will you have it in your own room?" "No," said Mrs. Gray; "let us all breakfast together in the dining room. That will be more interesting. We may meet some other parties there who are going to the mountain." "Then I will order breakfast for you at seven o'clock," said Philippe. "Provided you find, to-morrow morning, that the weather is going to be good," said Mr. George. "We won't go unless you are convinced that it is going to be a fine day." "Yes, sir," said Philippe; "we judge a great deal by the smoke on the mountain. If it comes down the mountain on this side, then the weather is going to be bad. But if it goes away on the other side, off towards the sea, then we can generally depend upon a fine day." So it was agreed that Philippe should make an observation early in the morning, and if he concluded that the day would be a good one for the excursion, he was to come to Mr. George's room and let him know the decision. He was then to order the breakfast for seven o'clock, and the carriage for eight, while Mr. George was to call the rest of the party. The plan being thus formed, the party separated for the night. Rollo said that he meant to get up at half past five; or as soon as it was light, and go up to the top of the house, and see which way the smoke of Vesuvius was going. "Call for me, and I will go with you," said Josie. "I will," said Rollo. |