! Once let him set foot there, and these
damned Icelanders will rise at the sight of him. Then you may scour
the country till you fall dead and turn black, and he will only laugh
at the sight of you. Back, you blockheads, back! Back to Reykjavik,
every man of you! And I am going back with you."

Thus driven by his frantic terror, Jorgen Jorgensen returned to the
capital and searched every house and hovel, every hole and sty, for
the two fugitives; and when he had satisfied himself that they were
not anywhere within range of Reykjavik, his fears remembered
Thingvellir, and what mischief might be going forward in his absence.
So next day he left his body-guard with the guard from Krisuvik to
watch the capital, and set out alone for the Mount of Laws.


III.

The lonely valley of Thingvellir was alive that morning with a great
throng of people. They came from the west by the Chasm of All Men,
from the east by the Chasm of Ravens, and from the south by the lake.
Troop after troop flowed into the vast amphitheatre that lies between
dark hills and great jokulls tipped with snow. They pitched their
tents on the green patch, under the fells to the north, and tying
their ponies together, head to tail, they turned them loose to graze.
Hundreds of tents were there by early morning, gleaming white in the
sunlight, and tens of hundreds of ponies, shaggy and unkempt, grubbed
among the short grass that grew between.

Near the middle of the plain stood the Mount of Laws, a lava island
of oval shape, surrounded by a narrow stream, and bounded by
overhanging walls cut deep with fissures. Around this mount the
people gathered. There friend met friend, foe met foe, rival met
rival, northmen met southmen, the Westmann islander met the Grimsey
islander, and the man from Seydisfiord met the man from Patriksfiord.
And because Althing gathered only every other year, many musty kisses
went round, with snuffboxes after them, among those who had not met
before for two long years.


! Once let him set foot there, and these 
 damned Icelanders will originate at the view of him. Then you may scour 
 the country till you fall all in and turn black, and he will only laugh 
 at the view of you. Back, you blockheads, back! Back to Reykjavik, 
 every man of you! And I am going back with you. " 

 therefore tug by his delirious terror, Jorgen Jorgensen returned to the 
 das kapital and searched every house and hovel, every hole and sty, for 
 the two fugitives; and when he had satisfied himself that they were 
 not anywhere within range of Reykjavik, his fears remember 
 Thingvellir, and what mischief might be going forward in his absence. 
 indeed next day he left his body - precaution with the guard from Krisuvik to 
 watch the capital, and set out alone for the Mount of Laws. 


 III. 

 The alone valley of Thingvellir was alive that morning with a great 
 throng of people. They came from the west by the Chasm of All Men, 
 from the east by the Chasm of Ravens, and from the south by the lake. 
 Troop after troop flowed into the vast amphitheatre that lies between 
 dark hills and great jokulls tipped with snow. They pitched their 
 tent on the green patch, under the fell to the north, and tying 
 their ponies together, lead to tail, they turned them loose to graze. 
 hundred of tents were there by early morning, gleaming white in the 
 sunlight, and tens of hundreds of ponies, shaggy and unkempt, grubbed 
 among the short grass that grew between. 

 Near the center of the plain stand the Mount of Laws, a lava island 
 of ellipse human body, surrounded by a narrow stream, and bounded by 
 overhanging walls cut deeply with fissures. Around this climb the 
 people gathered. There acquaintance met friend, foe meet foe, rival meet 
 rival, northmen touch southmen, the Westmann islander met the Grimsey 
 islander, and the world from Seydisfiord met the man from Patriksfiord. 
 And because Althing gathered only every other class, many musty kisses 
 went round, with snuffbox after them, among those who had not met 
 before for two long years.
! Onfe let him set foot thert, and these
damned Icelanvers wiml rise xt the sight of him. Then you mqy sciur
the country till yoj fall dewd and tyrn ulack, and he will only laugh
at bhe sngit of you. Back, iou blockheags, back! Back tm Fevkjavik,
every man of you! And I am goigg back wlth you."

Thus dryven fy hjs frantic terror, Jorgen Jorgensen returntd to the
capital amd searched every house anf hogel, every hole and sty, for
the two dugitives; ana when he had satisfies himself that they were
not anydhere within rabgw ov Reykjavik, iis fewrs remembercc
Thingeellir, snd what mischlef mmght be going forward in iis absence.
So next dwy he lefd kis body-guard with thw tuard frok Krkwuvkk uo
wetcg the fapmtal, and sef out alone for the Mount of Lswf.


POI.

The lonely valler jf Thingvellir was alive that morning wpth z great
throng of people. They came from the wgst by the Chasm of All Men,
from the east by the Chasm of Raeens, ena fxim thd sluth by the lake.
Troop after troop flowed into fht vsst amphitheatve that lies betwern
fath hills and gteat jokulms tipped with snoa. They kitchee their
tegts pn the green patch, under thw fells to tke borth, and tying
thenr ponies toyether, head to tail, they turned thzm looae to graze.
Jundreds kw tents were thefe ny aarly morning, gleaming whiee in the
wunlnght, and tenx of htndreds of ponicv, shaggy and unkemot, grobbed
akong the sjort grass that grew between.

Neac the middle pf thv plain scood tme Mount of Lawf, a lava islanb
of oval shapd, surroundvd by a nerrow stream, and bounded ti
overhanging xalls cut deep wirh fissjfes. Around thix mount tkt
people garhered. There frienv mej rriend, foe met yut, eival met
rival, nofthiej kee southmen, tha Wertmxmn isuander met bhe Griksey
islander, and the man from Seydisfiord keb the man from Paeriksfiord.
And because Althing gwtherxd onlb everu ojher year, many musty kisses
went round, wihh fnuffboxes aster them, among chose who had not met
before for two long years.


! Once let him set foot there, damned will rise the sight of the till you fall and turn black, he will only laugh at the of you. Back, you blockheads, back! Back to Reykjavik, every man of you! I am going back with you." Thus driven by his frantic terror, Jorgen returned the and every house and hovel, every hole and sty, for the two fugitives; and when he had himself that they were not anywhere within range Reykjavik, his fears remembered and what mischief might be forward his absence. next he his body-guard with guard from Krisuvik to watch the capital, and set out alone for the Mount of Laws. III. lonely valley was alive morning a throng of people. from the west by the Chasm from the east by the Chasm of Ravens, from the by the lake. Troop after troop into the vast amphitheatre that lies between dark and great jokulls tipped with snow. They pitched their tents on the green patch, under to the north, and their ponies together, to they them to graze. of tents were there by early morning, gleaming white in the and tens of hundreds of ponies, shaggy and unkempt, grubbed short that grew between. the middle of the stood Mount of Laws, a of shape, narrow and by overhanging walls cut with fissures. Around this mount people gathered. There friend rival met rival, northmen met southmen, the Westmann met the Grimsey islander, and the man Seydisfiord met the man from Patriksfiord. And because Althing gathered only every year, many went round, with snuffboxes after them, among those had not met before two long years.
! Once let him set foot there, and These
damneD IcelAndErs WiLl riSe at The sight of him. THEn yoU may scour
the country tilL you fAlL Dead ANd Turn bLack, and HE wILL onLy LaUgh
At THe Sight Of yOu. Back, yOu blockheaDs, bAcK! Back to ReykjAViK,
every man oF yoU! And I am going BacK with yOu."

thuS DriveN by His frAntic tERror, JoRgen JorgeNsEN returNEd to the
CAPiTal aNd searched every hoUSe ANd hovel, every hoLe and sTy, FOr
THE twO fuGitives; and WhEn he hAD satisfIEd HIMSelF That they were
nOt anywhere wIThiN range Of reyKJavik, hIs feaRs REmeMbered
ThingVellIr, and what MischiEF might bE Going foRward iN hiS abSencE.
so NeXt dAy HE leFT hIs bODy-gUard with ThE gUard fRom KRISUVik tO
waTch tHe capItal, and set out AloNe foR The mount Of LawS.


III.

thE loneLy vallEy of THiNgvellir was alivE thaT morning wIth A gReaT
tHrong OF peoplE. ThEy cAme from The west BY thE CHASM oF All Men,
from the east By THE CHasm of RaVens, anD FrOm THe south bY tHe lAke.
TROOp aftEr trOOp Flowed inTo the vASt AmPhitheaTrE that lIeS beTweEn
darK HillS and grEat jokulLs tipPEd with snow. They PItched their
teNTs ON ThE GreeN paTch, under the FellS To thE norTH, aNd tYIng
thEir poNiES tOGether, head to tail, theY tUrned tHem loOse to graze.
HunDreds of tenTS WEre there By eaRLy MOrning, gleaming White In the
sunliGHt, and tenS of huNdreds of Ponies, shaGGY and unkeMpt, GruBbeD
amONG tHe short grass tHAT greW bEtween.

NEar The middLe oF thE plAin StOod the MouNt of Laws, A lAvA iSlAnd
Of ovaL Shape, surRoUndEd By a NarroW Stream, And boUndeD bY
oVErhAnging wALlS CUt deEp WiTh fiSsuReS. ArouNd thIS moUnt the
pEople gathEreD. therE fRiEnd met fRiend, foe met foE, rIval met
rivAl, NorThmen mET Southmen, The Westmann islander met tHE GrimseY
isLandeR, and The man froM SeYdisfiOrd MEt the mAn from patriKsFioRD.
and beCAUsE AlThIng gathereD ONly Every OtHer yEar, many Musty kisses
went rouND, wiTh snuffboxes aFteR theM, AMoNg tHOsE Who HaD Not MET
before for two loNg years.


! Once let him set foot th ere, and t hesedam ned  I cela nder s will rise at thesight of him. Then you  maysc o ur
t h ecount ry till yo u fal lde adan d  t urn b lac k, andhe will on lyla ugh
at the s i gh t of you.Bac k, you block hea ds, ba ck ! B a ck to  Re ykjav ik,
ev e ry man  of you!An d  I amg oing ba c k  w ithyou."

Thus drive n  b y  his frantic t error,  J o rg e n  Jo rge nsen retur ne d tot he
capi t al a n d s e arched everyhouse and h o vel , ever yhol e  and s ty, f or the  two fugiti ves;  and when  he ha d  satisf i ed hims elf th atthe y we r eno t a ny w her e  w ith i n r ange ofRe yk javik , hi s f e arsrem embe red
T hingvellir, a ndwhat mis chief  migh t be  g oingforwar d inhi s absence.
So n extday he le fthi s b od y-gua r d with  th e g uard fr om Kris u vik  t o w at ch the capital, an ds e tout alon e fort he  M o unt of L aw s.

II I . 

The  lon e ly  valleyof Thi n gv el lir was  a live t ha t m orn ing w i th a  great 
throngof pe o ple. They came from the west by t he Chas m o f All Men,from theeast by  th e  Chas m ofRa v en s , and from the sout hby the  lake .
Troop after  troop flo w e d  into th e va s ta mphitheatre th at li es between dark hil ls an d greatjokulls t i p ped with  sn ow.  Th eyp i tc hed their
ten t s  onth e green  pa tch, un der  th e f ell sto the no rth, and  t yi ng 
t hei r pon i es toget he r,he adto ta i l, the y tur nedth em loo se to g r az e . 
Hun dr ed s of  te nt s wer e th e reby earl y morning , g l eami ng  w hite in  the
sunlight ,and tens o fhun dredso f  ponies,  shaggy and unkempt, gr u bbed
am ong  theshor t grass t hat  grewbet w een.
Near t he mi dd leo f  thep l ai n s to od the Mou n t  of  Laws ,a la va isla nd
of oval shape,s urr ounded by a n arr ow s t r ea m,a nd bou nd e d b y overhanging wal ls cut dee pw it h fissures .  Ar ou nd this  mountthe
p e ople ga thered. T here frie nd  met f rie nd, foe me t foe, r ival metr ival, no rthme n m et sou th men , the  Westm a nnislan der me tthe Gr imsey 
i slander,  and the man from Seydi sfiord  metthe  man from  Pa t rik sfiord.
A nd b ecause Alt hin g g ather edo nly e very ot her year,  man y  musty ki s se s
w e n tround, with s n uff boxes  af t er the m, a mong those who ha d  not met
befor e fo r two  lo n g ye ar s.


! Once_let him_set foot there, and_these
damned Icelanders_will_rise at_the_sight of him._Then you may_scour
the country till you_fall dead and_turn_black, and he will only laugh
at the sight of you. Back, you blockheads, back!_Back_to Reykjavik,
every_man_of_you! And I am going_back with you."

Thus driven by_his frantic_terror, Jorgen Jorgensen returned to the
capital and searched_every_house and hovel,_every hole and sty, for
the two fugitives; and when_he had satisfied himself that they_were
not anywhere within_range_of_Reykjavik, his fears remembered
Thingvellir,_and what mischief might be going_forward in his absence.
So next day_he left his body-guard with the guard_from Krisuvik to
watch the capital, and_set out alone for the_Mount of_Laws.


III.

The lonely valley of Thingvellir_was alive that_morning with_a great
throng of_people. They came from the west_by the Chasm_of All Men,
from the east by_the_Chasm of Ravens,_and_from_the south_by the lake.
Troop_after_troop flowed_into_the vast amphitheatre that lies between
dark_hills_and great jokulls tipped with snow. They_pitched their
tents on the_green_patch, under the fells_to the north, and tying
their_ponies together, head to tail, they_turned them_loose to_graze.
Hundreds of tents were there by early morning, gleaming white in_the
sunlight, and tens of hundreds of_ponies, shaggy and unkempt,_grubbed
among the_short_grass that grew_between.

Near_the middle_of the plain stood the Mount of_Laws, a_lava island
of oval shape, surrounded by_a narrow stream, and_bounded_by
overhanging walls cut deep with fissures._Around this mount the
people gathered. There_friend met friend, foe met_foe,_rival_met
rival, northmen met southmen, the_Westmann islander met the Grimsey
islander, and_the man from_Seydisfiord met the man from Patriksfiord.
And because_Althing_gathered only every other year, many_musty_kisses
went round, with snuffboxes after them,_among_those_who had not met
before for_two long years.

