It was a place where we could walk upright through chambers with vaulted ceilings on floors that were more or less level. There was no knowing how far the system extended, but there seemed to be caves and grottoes in great profusion. As we moved from one to another I had to keep scoring the rock with the point of a piton in order that we might find our way back. The shape of the chambers was irregular, and the ceilings especially were pitted and hollowed. There were crevasses in the floor which had to be avoided—most too narrow to fall down but nonetheless a cause of anxiety. From the lips of the cracks which ran across the ceilings hung stalactites—not in great profusion, but often impressive in their bulk. There were far fewer stalagmites, but here and there where water dripped perpetually a squat, rounded growth made its lazy way up toward its more graceful partner. I noted that several of the longer and thinner stalactites had shattered—sometimes the debris lay scattered below, more often it had been carried away by water into one or another of the abyssal cracks.
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