They were like two gods of war contending for supremacy.

We were greatly alarmed.

Indeed, we were between the lines of a battle royal; the sonorous thunder of the grinding ice was like the continued volleys of artillery.

Blocks of ice larger than a house were frequently lifted up a hundred feet by the mighty force of lateral pressure; they would shudder and rock to and fro for a few seconds, then come crashing down with a deafening roar, and disappear in the foaming waters.

Thus, for more than two hours, the contest of the icy giants continued.
It seemed as if the end had come.