But never mind that.

Here we are at the top of Snaefell and here are two peaks, one north and one south.

Hans will tell us the name of that on which we are now standing." The question being put, Hans replied: "Scartaris." My uncle shot a triumphant glance at me.
"Now for the crater!" he cried.
The crater of Snaefell resembled an inverted cone, the opening of which might be half a league in diameter.

Its depth appeared to be about two thousand feet.

Imagine the aspect of such a reservoir, brim full and running over with liquid fire amid the rolling thunder.