This radiance from a single gas-jet expanded as he advanced, and spread itself upward over a burnished row of monster metal pipes, which went towering into the darkness like giants.

They were roaring at him now--a sonorous, deafening, angry bellow, which made everything about him vibrate.

The gallery balustrade hid the keyboard and the organist from view.

There were only these jostling brazen tubes, as big round as trees and as tall, trembling with their own furious thunder.

It was for all the world as if he had wandered into some vast tragical, enchanted cave, and was being drawn against his will--like fascinated bird and python--toward fate at the savage hands of these swollen and enraged genii.
He stumbled in the obscure light over a kneeling-bench, making a considerable racket.