There had been many columns of ice from fissures in the rock, but all had fallen except one large ice-cascade, which flowed from a hole in the side of the cave on to the main stream, about two-thirds of the distance down from the snow.

One particularly grand column had stood on the very edge of the ice-wall, and its remains now lay below.
The flooring of mingled ice and snow, on which we stood, sloped through about five vertical feet from the foot of the wall, and came to an end on broken rocks, from which the terminal wall of the cave sprang up.

The effect of the view from this point, as we looked up the long slope of ice to where the ladders and a small piece of sky were visible, was most striking.

The accompanying engraving is from a sketch which attempts to represent it; the reality is much less prim, and much more full of beautiful detail, but still the engraving gives a fair idea of the general appearance of the cave.
While I was occupied in making sketches and measurements, Mignot was engaged in chopping discontentedly at the floor, in two or three different places.

At length he seemed to find a place to his mind, and chopped perseveringly till his axe went through, and then he suggested that we should follow.