at Carlsbad, in Bohemia, can well
imagine the appearance of this spring, which closely resembles that of
Carlsbad. {38}

In the immediate neighbourhood of the spring is an abyss, in which water
is continually seething, but never rises into the air. At a little
distance, on a high rock, rising out of the river Sidumule, not far from
the shore, are other springs. They are three in number, each at a short
distance from the next, and occupy nearly the entire upper surface of the
rock. Lower down we find a reservoir of boiling water; and at the foot
of the rock, and on the nearest shore, are many more hot springs; but
most of these are inconsiderable. Many of these hot springs emerge
almost from the cold river itself.

The chief group, however, lies still farther off, on a rock which may be
about twenty feet in height, and fifty in length. It is called Tunga
Huer, and rises from the midst of a moor. On this rock there are no less
than sixteen springs, some emerging from its base, others rather above
the middle, but none from the top of the rock.

The construction of the basins and the height and diameter of the jets
were precisely similar to those I have already described. All these
sixteen springs are so near each other that they do not even occupy two
sides of the rock. It is impossible to form an idea of the magnificence
of this singular spectacle, which becomes really fairy-like, if the
beholder have the courage to climb the rock itself, a proceeding of some
danger, though of little difficulty. The upper stratum of the rock is
soft and warm, presenting almost the appearance of mud thickened with
sand and small stones. Every footstep leaves a trace behind it, and the
visitor has continually before his eyes the fear of breaking through, and
falling into a hot spring hidden from view by a thin covering. The good
pastor walked in advance of me, with a stick, and probed the dangerous
surface as much as possible. I was loath to stay behind, and suddenly we
found ourselves at the summit of the rock. Here we could take in, at one
view, the sixteen springs gushing from both its sides. If the view from
below had been most interesting and singular, how shall I describe its
appearance as seen from above? Sixteen jets of water seen at one glance,
sixteen reservoirs, in all their diversity of form and construction,
opening at once beneath the feet of the beholder, seemed almost too
wonderful a sight. Forgetting all p