They have all been at work like her, spouting ashes and pumice and rocks and lava.
I covered my face with my hat and rushed across the stream of lava.
The year 1800 saw the last of it on the lava law-rock of Thingvellir.
He tickled the dun with his spurs and trotted along the crest of the lava ridge.
In a circle about it stood the dark buttress of the lava sides.