We had drifted far off our course and came near a mass of darkness called the Black Mountain. This mountain was composed of adamant, which attracts iron with a tremendous force. As we were helplessly drawn nearer, the force of attraction became so great that the iron and nails were pulled out of the vessels and clung to the mountain, sinking the ships. The mountain was very rugged with a brass dome supported on pillars on the summit. On the top stood a figure of a brass horse with a rider on his back. This rider wore a breastplate with strange figures engraved on it. It is said that as long as this statue remains, vessels will never cease to perish at the foot of the mountain.

Sculptor – Ilya Filimontsev