text:  "It was a cool November morning on which we approached Guanaxato; the air was clear and transparent the heavens were a bright blue; over the canada there floated a cloud of light greyish vapour that extended a full league; here and there this vapour seemed to assume a reddish tinge and then a steam like the smoke of burning sulphur gave such a look of chaos to the atmosphere that it seemed as if the devils of all the seventeen hells had been roasting beneath