"Weis Drache/The White Dragon. Its gray blue shaft reared almost vertically from the pastures, with no gradual sloping upward to serve as a base. Seen from below, it gave the dizzying impression that it might topple of its own height, obliterating all that lay beneath it. The clouds which drifted across its lofty spire, now seen, now obscured, pierced the roof of the sky itself. On either side, through wide breaks in the great wall of alps, two mammoth arms of ice descended toward the valley. Meeting and joining the twin glaciers held the Dragon cage in a perpetual frozen embrace. And every evening, at sunset, with the Drachewand ablaze in a fiery afterglow, the Dragon displayed its most prized possession... a man, frozen and quite dead, dangling precariously from his safety line." --