for me lay between the 2nd and 3rd vats (starting from the SE- here a spur from the railroad came in, and they were loading the sulphur in freight cars. The vats which when completed were really one huge block of sulphur (from 450,000 to 500,000 tons in each) were formed by pouring the melted sulphur into a rectangular basin, formed by interlocking pieces of corrugated iron about four feet high, which when the sulphur was hardened were moved up forming a new basin, and so on until the required height was completed. It became as hard as rock so that when they wished to ship any, it had to be blasted out. This was done by drilling holes from the top.
By now, it was very warm; on all sides grasshoppers & other insects were constantly singing; it was exactly as if I had stepped back to our northern midsummer. There was a strange unreal quality to the brilliant sunshine that I can hardly describe; to say it was like our August does not quite completely tell the story- I was conscious of being further south, in subtropical country.
     After climbing up zig-zag ladders to the top of a vat, and watching the hot maroon colored sulphur pouring out over a half-completed vat, we went back to the “Lodge” where I washed & prepared for dinner. About 5, Mr. Treichlen came in, and we had a high-ball or two and chatted. I was alone for dinner; in fact alone for the balance of the time, except for a visit or two by Mr. Sivem. Mr. Treichlen offered me the use as my own driver, of one of the