A series of rugged zigzags enabled me to make my way down into the weird under-world of the crevasse.

Its chambered hollows were hung with a multitude of clustered icicles, amid which pale, subdued light pulsed and shimmered with indescribable loveliness.

Water dripped and tinkled overhead, and from far below came strange, solemn murmurings from currents that were feeling their way through veins and fissures in the dark.

The chambers of a glacier are perfectly enchanting, notwithstanding one feels out of place in their frosty beauty.

I was soon cold in my shirt-sleeves, and the leaning wall threatened to engulf me; yet it was hard to leave the delicious music of the water and the lovely light.