202 DANIEL BRUUN. 
We then corked it properly again — until the next time some one 
comes up to these solitudes. 
We soon found the two “stone circles” between disintegrated syri- 
nite. We examined them as well as we possibly could, in great haste, 
and got the impression that originally they possibly were the remains 
of square houses, which evidently were not of Eskimoe origin. They 
were probably used by people who were to try to discover the ship, that 
ought to steer for the fiord, before it was too late. 
It was a melancholy spot to sit on with the eternal, unchangeable 
view, which is the same now as it was then, when the last out-looker 
of the Norse age stared to the south west towards the entrance of Eric’s- 
fiord — finally to wander down without hope to the last maintainers 
of Norse eulture in this country. 
The view from this spot was imposing: we saw Nunarssuits summit 
in the south west, which presumably was the ancient “Hvarf” and 
the point all sailors steered by so as to reach the eastern settlement’s 
centre. — Gazing from there towards the west one saw mountains, 
fiords and to the north the inland ice’s yellow-white levels. It 
stretched far and wide, even as far as the snow-clad peaks to the east. 
In other words our eye wandered from the west coast’s mountains to 
the east coast’s ice-clad summits — across the far stretching ice-level, 
out of which small peaks reared up here and there — pointed and un- 
touched by the wasting ice-stream which otherwise rounded off every- 
thing. 
Towards north west we thus saw a mountainous part in the ice — 
“Мипаак” — It was the complex of rocks called Apütajuitsor which 
was visited in 1895 by first lieutenant (now commodore) T. V. GARDE, 
with his companions on their well known ice tour. 
The whole of this mighty plain of ice, which seems so infinitely mo- 
notonous and tranquil, hankers after and strives to reach the sea on 
account of the force of gravity, being incessantly pressed and pushed 
onwards by an irresistible interior pressure. — Just to the north of us 
we saw its white ice-stream flowing down into the Koror bay, which 
lay far below us between the mountains, some of which were from 1200— 
1300 meters high, and the peaks of which had never been touched by 
ice. They are just as virginal as Niviarsiat itself (i. e. The virgin 
summit) which lies, like an island, in the arctic ocean beyond the coast 
mountains. 
Towards the west the ice pushed itself down into Sermilikfiord (the 
ancient Isafiördr) through two openings, the one of which we saw, 
filling the inner end of the fiord with icebergs and fragments of ice. 
Other ice-streams pressed on towards Igalikofiord’s eastern arm 
and towards Kiagtut in Tunugdliarfikfiord, without however reaching 
right down to the water; they had to be satisfied with sending their 
melted, clay filled masses of water down through rapid rivers. 
