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the heads and refuse of the numberless fish that are taken, 
which are successively turned over by the advancing or 
receding tide, and anon sweltering in the sun, and spotted 
with blue-bottles, it may be imagined that the odour of fish, 
fish, multitudinous fish everywhere, as well as its sight, is far 
from pleasant. In the outskirts of Reykjavik, on the beach, 
over most of the walls, on the boulders of the moor, are any 
number of cod spread out to dry, and in piles under boards 
covered with big stones at the top. 
On the eider duck island of Engey, in Reykjavik Bay, a 
precisely similar sight may be witnessed, as a fish curing 
factory has been erected there, a very short distance 
above high water mark, and cod are everywhere on the 
rocks and walls drying. Fishing is occasionally engaged in 
in the winter at Reykjavik, and even beneath a blinding 
snowstorm, by those who act as guides in the summer, as 
though the eastern fjords are then impenetrably locked by 
ice, and the northern ones also, the weather, as subject to 
the influence of the Gulf stream, is milder off the W. and 
S.W. coast. But the real harvest, as I previously stated, is 
during the short-lived summer. 
Although the vast majority of captures consist of rock cod, 
many haddock are also taken, and these may readily be dis- 
tinguished from the former fish by a dark dorsal line, one on 
each side of the vertebrae. I have elsewhere stated that what 
are known as the Places under the Jokull, in other words, the 
west coast on the north side of Snaefell, used to be the best 
fishing ground in the west of Iceland, but that the cod have 
now left that place. Withcut doubt, moreover, the introduc- 
tion of steamers has given an impetus to the export trade. 
The member for the Westmann Islands, a cheery, typical Ice- 
lander, in the course of conversation with me, bore witness 
to the wholesale destruction of salmon, haddocks, &ce., by the 
gulls, and wished that thousands of the latter could be 
destroyed. The mention of salmon leads me briefly to 
advert to the fresh-water fish of Iceland. An Icelandic 
fishing club has been formed, and some of its members who 
have visited Iceland for two or three seasons past were 
fellow passengers with ourselves on board the “ Magnetic.” 
Two brothers (one of them a clergyman) of the name of 
Darley, and who had rented these salmon streams communi- 
cating with the Borga fjordr, a Mr. and Mrs. Armitage from 
Manchester, anda Mr. Austice. All the above belonged to the 
said fishing club, and all, with the exception of Mr. Austice, 
had previously visited Iceland. The fortune attendant on 
