Transcription: We continued our painful ascent for another five hours. Finally, we stood on the summit and prepared to descend into the crater that was to shelter us for the night. The crater of Mount Snefells formed an inverted cone, the mouth half a mile across and thousands of feet deep. Imagine how it must have been when full of flame and thunder. It reminded me of a giant loaded cannon. It terrified me. To descend into the interior of a cannon, I thought to myself. When it may be loaded and could go off at the least, shock is the act of a madman. I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. At the bottom ...
