Thomas Nelson Page,
Elsket and Other Stories
“ We were on a ledge nearly three thousand feet high. If it had not been for the strong, firm hold on my arm, I could not have stood it. As it was I dared not think. Suddenly we turned a sharp angle and found ourselves in a curious semicircular place, almost level and fifty or sixty feet deep in the concave, as if a great piece had been gouged out of the mountain by the glacier which must once have been there."This is a curious place," I ventured to say."It is," said my guide. "It is the Devil's Seat. Men have died here." ”
