200 DANIEL BRUUN. 
mountain) is mentioned. At Swvdlisit one has found ruins on the west- 
side of the fiord south of Brattahlid; but no church is substantiated. 
With regard to the farm Solarfjöll, which several times has been 
mentioned as standing in Eric’s fiord, and where presumably the above 
mentioned church stood, nothing settled can be said before the church 
is found. 
On the top of Bürfell. 
The best view of the eastern settlement’s centre is got from the top 
of a mountain, where we will beg our readers to accompany us. 
Igdlerfigsalik is a mountain about 5500 feet high, towering up with 
very precipitous flanks, from Tunugdliarfikfiord (Erie’sfiord) north of 
Igaliko tongue. It is the ancient Dürfell a name often found in Iceland, 
for mountains of the same construction as Igdlerfigsalik, resembling the 
ridge of an isolated house with a hipped roof. The geologist К. J. V. 
STEENSTRUP ascended the mountain’s highest point on the 18 July 
1888, accompanied by a Greenlander from Igaliko, named OLE. Under 
very unfortunate atmospherie conditions they accomplished however 
their ascent, and on the top they had found some stone cireles partly 
covered with snow, which they however could not observe more closely. 
I had, in 1894, determined to try whether or not I could be more for- 
tunate. Ole was the only remaining Greenlander who had been up there, 
and before Steenstrup, as far as it is known, no one had ascended the 
mountain in our days. 
In calm weather we came rowing into Tunugdharfikfiord in our 
“Umiak”. The mist cleared by degrees, it became stiflingly hot, and 
the gnats were very disagreeable. We raised our tent on the coast, near 
Igaliko tongue and took a short afternoon rest, as we intended ascending 
during the night so as to reach the summit at day-break. We started 
about seven o’clock in the evening. It was still light and the gnats 
continued to swarm, and a mist lay on the summit of Igdlerfigsalik. I 
packed my knapsack with some food and drinkables, besides a little 
tobacco; Ole took it on his back — we then wandered off straight across 
the flat tongue of land (Eid), which divides Tunugdliarfik (Eriesfiord) 
from the inner end of Igalikofiord (Einar’sfiord). There was a glorious 
evening tone over the landscape. When we reached the tongue’s 
easterly part we looked across the green plains where at the foot of the 
mountains the cattle grazed near Igaliko’s habitations where the Green- 
lander’s cows are kept, and from a dark cluster of houses smoke rose up 
into the air, Out in the bay we saw a rock on which a Norse ruin lies, 
others lay near the habitation itself — where once upon a time the 
bishop-see Gardar with its big cathedral stood. A kayak man crossed the 
fiord home to his flesh-pots in Igaliko. 
We then turned to the north into a magnificent valley, through 
