CANTO XXII.
Mr. Hunt takes his way down a long declivity up which the blinding steam hurries “as a blizzard sweeps up a prairie slope.” Here he looks out over the vast territory where the professional tramps are made miserable. They are compelled to submit to everlasting baths in vats of boiling water.
THE PROFESSIONAL TRAMPS.
CANTO XXIII.
Remounting by the same path which led to the department spoken of in the preceding Canto, the explorer now passes over into the sixth section.