BUT ARCTICS CAN BE INHOSPITABLE, TOO Stapi is a village consisting of about thirty huts, built of lava, at the south side of the base of the volcano.

It extends along the inner edge of a small fiord, inclosed between basaltic walls of the strangest construction.
Basalt is a brownish rock of igneous origin.

It assumes regular forms, the arrangement of which is often very surprising.

Here nature had done her work geometrically, with square and compass and plummet.
Everywhere else her art consists alone in throwing down huge masses together in disorder.

You see cones imperfectly formed, irregular pyramids, with a fantastic disarrangement of lines; but here, as if to exhibit an example of regularity, though in advance of the very earliest architects, she has created a severely simple order of architecture, never surpassed either by the splendours of Babylon or the wonders of Greece.
I had heard of the Giant's Causeway in Ireland, and Fingal's Cave in Staffa, one of the Hebrides; but I had never yet seen a basaltic formation.
At Stapi I beheld this phenomenon in all its beauty.
The wall that confined the fiord, like all the coast of the peninsula, was composed of a series of vertical columns thirty feet high.