With what joy then does he hail the thought of having discovered, in this cavern, something to throw light upon the sources of these things! I, at least, fancied myself walking on the hearth of an extinct volcano; for all I saw, from the masses of stone piled beneath my feet and the immense basin above my head, were both of lava.

If I am right in my conjecture, I do not know; I only speak according to my notions and my views.
I was obliged to pass this night in a cottage.

Kalmannstunga contains three such cottages, but no chapel.

Luckily I found one of these houses somewhat larger and more cleanly than its neighbours; it could almost come under the denomination of a farm.

The occupants, too, had been employed during my ride to the cavern in cleansing the best chamber, and preparing it, as far as possible, for my reception.