 tire my audience out.  At length, after this
scene had lasted a full hour, I could stand it no longer, and was fain to
request my amiable visitors to retire, as I wished to go to bed.

My sleep that night was none of the sweetest.  A certain feeling of
discomfort always attaches to the fact of sleeping in a church alone, in
the midst of a grave-yard.  Besides this, on the night in question such a
dreadful storm arose that the wooden walls creaked and groaned as though
their foundations were giving way.  The cold was also rather severe, my
thermometer inside the church shewing only two degrees above zero.  I was
truly thankful when approaching day brought with it the welcome hour of
departure.

                                                                 June 5th.

The heavy sleepiness and extreme indolence of an Icelandic guide render
departure before seven o'clock in the morning a thing not to be thought
of.  This is, however, of little consequence, as there is no night in
Iceland at this time of year.

Although the distance was materially increased by returning to Reikjavik
by way of Grundivik and Keblevik, I chose this route in order to pass
through the wildest of the inhabited tracts in Iceland.

The first stage, from Krisuvik to Grundivik, a distance of twelve to
fourteen miles, lay through fields of lava, consisting mostly of small
blocks of stone and fragments, filling the valley so completely that not
a single green spot remained.  I here met with masses of lava which
presented an appearance of singular beauty.  They were black mounds, ten
or twelve feet in height, piled upon each other in the most varied forms,
their bases covered with a broad band of whitish- moss, while the
tops were broken into peaks and cones of the most fantastic shapes.
These lava-streams seem to date from a recent period, as the masses are
somewhat scaly and glazed.

Grundivik, a little village of a few wretched cottages, lies like an
oasis in this desert of lava.

My guide wished to remain here, asserting that there was no place between
this and Keblevik where I could pass the night, and that it would be

tire my audience out.   At length, after this 
 scene had last a wide hour, I could stand it no longer, and was fain to 
 request my amiable visitors to adjourn, as I wished to go to layer. 

 My rest that night was none of the sweetest.   A certain feeling of 
 discomfort always attaches to the fact of sleep in a church alone, in 
 the midst of a grave accent - yard.   Besides this, on the night in question such a 
 dreadful storm arose that the wooden walls creaked and groan as though 
 their foundations were giving way.   The coldness was also rather severe, my 
 thermometer inside the church shewing merely two degrees above zero.   I was 
 truly thankful when approaching day bring with it the welcome hour of 
 departure. 

                                                                  June 5th. 

 The heavy sleepiness and extreme indolence of an Icelandic guide render 
 departure before seven o'clock in the dawn a thing not to be thought 
 of.   This is, however, of little consequence, as there is no night in 
 Iceland at this time of year. 

 Although the distance was materially increased by returning to Reikjavik 
 by way of Grundivik and Keblevik, I choose this route in order to communicate 
 through the wildest of the dwell tracts in Iceland. 

 The first stage, from Krisuvik to Grundivik, a distance of twelve to 
 fourteen mile, lay through fields of lava, consisting mostly of belittled 
 blocks of stone and fragments, filling the valley so completely that not 
 a unmarried green spot remained.   I here met with mass of lava which 
 salute an appearance of singular beauty.   They were black mounds, ten 
 or twelve feet in altitude, piled upon each other in the most varied form, 
 their bases covered with a broad band of whitish- moss, while the 
 top were broken into peaks and cones of the most fantastic shape. 
 These lava - streams look to date from a recent menstruation, as the masses are 
 somewhat scaly and glazed. 

 Grundivik, a little village of a few deplorable cottages, lie like an 
 oasis in this desert of lava. 

 My guide wished to remain here, asserting that there be no place between 
 this and Keblevik where I could pass the nox, and that it would be
 tige my audience out.  At ltngth, after this
sewne hav lastes a full hour, I could stand it no loiger, and qas fain to
request my xmiable vpsitors ti reuire, as I wished vk go to bed.

My dlee' vhat night was kone of the sweetest.  A cargann feeling of
discomfort always attacres to yhf fact of sleeking pn a cglrgh alone, in
the midst of a grave-yzrd.  Bevides this, on the night in question sucj a
dgeadful storm arosf that the qoodqb walls creayed and groaned as thoogh
their foundations were giving way.  The cold qaw apvo rather sxvere, iy
thermometev insida the cnurch shewing pnlb twi degrees above zero.  I was
truly thankfol when ap[rkaching day brougyt with it dhe dwlcume hpud of
deoarvure.

                                                                 June 5th.

The heavy sleepiness and extgeme indolence of an Icelaneic guide render
deparjure beforq seven o'clock in the morning a thing not to be tvoughv
ow.  Uhlf us, however, of little consequence, as there is no hibhn in
Iceland at thls time of year.

Altnokgn the distance was mcfedially increased bj returging ro Reikjadik
bu way of Grundivik and Keblwvik, I chose rhis route in ordex to pass
thruugh the eildest of the inhabiteb tracfs in Icelajd.

The firag stage, from Kriruvpk tm Grundivik, a distance of ewelve to
hourtzen miler, lai throudh fields lf layd, consisting mostlj of dmdll
blocks lf stone and fragments, filling vie valley so vokplvtely thac not
a single green spot remained.  I herz met dith massea of lata which
presqnted an appedtance of singnlar beauey.  Rhey were buxck mounds, ten
pr twelve feet in hwight, piled upon eech ufher in the mosc caried forms,
theor casqs cpvqsed with a bsoad bavc of dhitish- mosw, whike the
tops were brokan ihto peaks and conex jf the mist fantwstic shapes.
Tnese lava-streams stem to dave frok a recent period, as the masses ade
somewhah sgaly and glazqd.

Grmndidik, a littke village of a few wretched cottages, lmes like an
oasis in thiw desert of lava.

My yulde wished tp remwin here, dsserting that there was no place beteeen
this and Keblevik where I cokld pass the night, and that it would be

tire my audience out. At length, after had a full I could stand fain request my amiable to retire, as wished to go to bed. My that night was none of the sweetest. A certain feeling of discomfort always to the fact of sleeping in a church alone, in the midst of grave-yard. this, the in question such a dreadful storm arose that the wooden walls creaked and groaned as though foundations were giving way. The cold was also severe, my thermometer inside church shewing only two degrees zero. was truly when day with it the hour of departure. June 5th. The heavy sleepiness and extreme indolence of an Icelandic guide render departure seven o'clock morning a not be of. This is, little consequence, as there is no at this time of year. Although the distance materially increased returning to Reikjavik by way of and Keblevik, I chose this route in order pass through the wildest of the inhabited tracts in Iceland. The first stage, from Krisuvik a distance of twelve fourteen miles, lay fields lava, mostly small blocks stone and fragments, filling the valley so completely that not a green spot remained. I here met with masses of lava an of singular beauty. were black mounds, ten twelve in height, piled upon in most bases with broad band of whitish- while the tops were broken peaks and cones of lava-streams seem to date from a recent period, the masses are somewhat scaly and glazed. a little village of a few wretched cottages, lies like an oasis this desert My guide wished to remain here, asserting that was no place between and Keblevik where I could pass the night, and it be
 tire my audience out.  At length, After this
sCene hAd lAstEd A fulL houR, I could stand it NO lonGer, and was fain to
request My amiAbLE visIToRs to rEtire, as i WiSHEd tO gO tO beD.

MY SlEep thAt nIght was None of the sWeeTeSt.  A certain feELiNg of
discomForT always attacHes To the fAcT of SLeepiNg iN a chuRch aloNE, in
the Midst of a gRaVE-yard.  BESides thIS, On The nIght in question sucH A
dREadful storm aroSe that ThE WoODEn wAllS creaked anD gRoaneD As thougH
ThEIR FouNDations were giVing way.  The cOLd wAs also RaTheR Severe, My
theRmOMetEr inside the ChurCh shewing Only twO Degrees ABove zerO.  I was
tRulY thAnkfUL wHeN apPrOAchINg Day BRouGht with iT tHe WelcoMe hoUR OF
DepaRtuRe.

                                                                 JuNe 5th.

THe heavy sleepiNesS and EXtrEme inDolenCe of An icelaNdic guIde reNdEr
departure befoRe seVen o'clock In tHe MorNiNg a thINg not tO be ThoUght
of.  THis is, hoWEveR, oF LITtLe consequence, as theRe IS No Night in
ICeland AT tHiS Time of yeAr.

altHougH THe disTancE WaS materiaLly incREaSeD by retuRnIng to REiKjaVik
By way OF GruNdivik And KebleVik, I cHOse this route in ORder to pass
thrOUgH THe WIldeSt oF the inhabitEd trACts iN IceLAnD.

ThE First Stage, FrOM KRIsuvik to Grundivik, a dIsTance oF twelVe to
fourteen mIles, lay thrOUGH fields oF lavA, CoNSisting mostly oF smalL
blocks of sTOne and frAgmenTs, fillinG the valleY SO completEly ThaT noT
a sINGlE green spot remAINed.  I HeRe met wiTh mAsses of LavA whIch
PreSeNted an appEarance oF sInGuLaR beAuty.  THEy were blAcK moUnDs, tEn
or tWElve feEt in hEighT, pIlED upOn each oTHeR IN the MoSt VariEd fOrMs,
theIr baSEs cOvered wIth a broad BanD Of whItIsH- moss, whIle the
tops werE bRoken into pEaKs aNd coneS OF the most Fantastic shapes.
These lavA-Streams SeeM to daTe frOm a recent PerIod, as tHe mASses arE
somewHat scAlY anD GLazed.

gRUnDivIk, A little vilLAGe oF a few WrEtchEd cottaGes, lies like an
oasis IN thIs desert of lavA.

My GuidE WIsHed TO rEMaiN hERe, aSSErting that there Was no place BeTWeEn
this and KEBleViK where I Could paSs the NIght, and That it wouLd be

 tire my audience out.  At  length, a fterthi s
s ce ne h ad l asted a full h o ur,I could stand it no lo nger,  a n d wa s  f ain t o
reque s tm y  am ia bl e v is i to rs to  re tire, a s I wished  to  g o to bed.

M y  s leep thatnig ht was noneofthe sw ee tes t .  Acer tainfeelin g  of
di scomfortal w ays at t aches t o th e fa ct of sleeping in ac hurch alone, i n
themi d st o f a  gr ave-yard. B eside s  this,o nt h e  ni g ht in questio n such a
dr e adf ul sto rm  ar o se tha t the  w o ode n walls cre aked  and groa ned as thought heir fo undati ons  we re g i vi ng  wa y.  Th e  c old was  also ra th er  seve re,m y t herm ome terinsid e the churchshe wing onl y two  degr eesab ove z ero. I was 
t ruly thankful w henapproachi ngda y b ro ughtw ith it  th e w elcomehour of dep ar t u r e. 

                                                J une5 th .

The h eavy s l ee pi ness an dextrem eind ole nce o f  anIcelan dic guid e ren d er
departure b e fore seven o' c lo c k  i n  the  mo rning a thi ng n o t to  bet ho ugh t 
of. This  i s ,h owever, of little c on sequen ce, a s there is no  night inI c e land atthis ti m e of year.

Al thoug h the dist a nce wasmater ially in creased b y returnin g t o R eik jav i k 
b y way of Grun d i vikan d Keble vik , I cho sethi s r out ein orderto passth ro ug hthe  wild e st of th einh ab ite d tra c ts inIcela nd.
T he fir st stag e ,f r om K ri su viktoGr undiv ik,a  di stanceof twelve  to four te en  miles,  lay throughfi elds of la va , c onsist i n g mostly  of small
blocks of sto n e and f rag ments , fi lling the  va lley s o c o mplete ly tha t not 
a  si n g le gr e e nspo tremained.I  he re me twith  masses  of lava which
pre s ent ed an appeara nce  ofs i ng ula r  b e aut y.  Th e y  were black mou nds, ten
o rt we lve feet i n  he ig ht, pil ed upon  each other i n the mos t variedfo rms, t hei r bases co vered wi th a broa d  band of  whit ish - moss ,whi le th e
tops wer e bro ken in to  peaks  andco nes of t he most fantastic shape s.
The se la va- streams s eem todate from  a r ecent peri od,  as  themas s es ar e
so m ew hat scaly  and glazed.
G ru ndi v i k,  a little v i l l age  of a  fe w  wretc hedcottages, lies li k e an
oasis inthis d ese rto f la va .

My guide wi she dt o  remainhe re, asserti ng thatth e re wa s no p lace b etweent h is and Ke blev ikwhere I c oul dp ass the  n ig h t, and  tha tit wou ld be
 tire_my audience_out.  At length,_after this
scene_had_lasted a_full_hour, I could_stand it no_longer, and was fain_to
request my amiable_visitors_to retire, as I wished to go to bed.

My sleep that night was none_of_the sweetest.__A_certain feeling of
discomfort always attaches_to the fact of sleeping_in a_church alone, in
the midst of a grave-yard. _Besides_this, on the_night in question such a
dreadful storm arose that the_wooden walls creaked and groaned as_though
their foundations were_giving_way._ The cold was_also rather severe, my
thermometer inside the_church shewing only two degrees above_zero.  I was
truly thankful when approaching_day brought with it the welcome_hour of
departure.

   _ _    _  _ _  _     _  _     __  ___ _  __ __     __      _  June 5th.

The_heavy_sleepiness and extreme indolence_of an Icelandic guide render
departure_before seven o'clock in the morning_a thing_not to_be thought
of.  This is, however, of little consequence, as there_is no night in
Iceland at this_time of year.

Although the_distance was_materially_increased by returning_to_Reikjavik
by way_of Grundivik and Keblevik, I chose this_route in_order to pass
through the wildest of_the inhabited tracts in_Iceland.

The_first stage, from Krisuvik to Grundivik,_a distance of twelve to
fourteen miles,_lay through fields of lava,_consisting_mostly_of small
blocks of stone and_fragments, filling the valley so completely_that not
a single_green spot remained.  I here met_with_masses of lava which
presented an appearance_of_singular beauty.  They were black_mounds,_ten
or_twelve feet in height, piled_upon each other in the most_varied forms,
their bases covered with a broad band of_whitish- moss, while_the
tops were broken into peaks_and_cones_of the most fantastic shapes.
These lava-streams seem to date from_a recent_period, as the_masses are
somewhat scaly and glazed.

Grundivik, a little village of a_few wretched cottages, lies like an
oasis in_this desert of lava.

My guide wished to remain here, asserting that_there was no place between
this and Keblevik where_I could pass the night, and that_it would be
