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until the whole crater was a boiling mass of tortured mist and then swirling up and carrying the clouds away into space.

It was a fierce wild scene and up from the depths came the constant rattle of dropping stones and in my ears the mingled sound of my heavily laboring heart that seemed to refuse to rest with the remainder of my body.

At intervals the clouds would break away.  The grateful warmth of the sun came out but only to be hidden a few moments later by the decision of unrestful wind.

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* The clouds sweeping over the summit had a strange, dry, dusty odor as though they were made up of something beside vapor.  I noticed this odor each time that the clouds enveloped us, after a temporary clear spell, all the time I was on the summit.  The clouds
were pale gray in color & no sign of mist or other precipitation came from them.