ABSTRACT
I REASSUME, Dear Cousin, without any compliments, the sequel of my travels. In leaving St Sebastian we entered into a very rough way, which brings you to such terrible steep mountains that you cannot ascend them without climbing; they are called Sierra de St Adrian. They show only precipices and rocks, on which a puling lover may meet with certain death, if he has a mind to. Pine trees of an extraordinary height crown the top of these mountains. As far as the sight will reach you see nothing but deserts cut with streams clearer than crystal. Near the highest part of Mount St Adrian you meet with an elevated rock, which seems to have been placed in the midst of the way to block up the passage and thus separate Biscay from the Old Castille.
