When I had in some measure recovered from the surprise, and regained composure, I looked at the tent.

How little, how dwarfish it seemed as compared to the height of these pillars of water! And yet it was about twenty feet high.

It did, indeed, lie ten feet lower than the basin of the Geyser; but if tent had been raised above tent, these ten feet could only be deducted once, and I calculated, though my calculation may not be correct, that one would need to pile up five or six tents to have the height of one of the pillars.

Without exaggeration, I think the largest spout rose above one hundred feet high, and was three to four feet in diameter.
Fortunately I had looked at my watch at the beginning of the hollow sounds, the forerunners of the eruption, for during its continuance I should probably have forgotten to do so.

The whole lasted four minutes, of which the greater half must have been taken up by the eruption itself.
When this wonderful scene was over, the peasant accompanied me to the basin.