CAPE KEIKIANESS—THE MEAL-SACK. 
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Norway hills sink down into the sea behind, and man¬ 
fully set their faces towards the west, where—some vague 
report had whispered—a new land might be found. 
Arrived in sight of Iceland, the leader of the expedition 
threw the sacred pillars belonging to his former dwell¬ 
ing into the water, in order that the gods might deter¬ 
mine the site of his new home: carried by the tide, no 
one could say in what direction, they were at last 
discovered, at the end of three years, in a sheltered bay 
on the west side of the island, and Ingolf 1 came and 
abode there, and the place became in the course of years 
Reykjavik, the capital of the country. 
Sigurdr having scouted the idea of acting Iphi- 
genia, there was nothing for it but manfully to beat 
over the remaining hundred and fifty miles, which 
still separated us from Cape Reikianess. After going 
for two days hard at it, and sighting the Westmann 
islands, we ran plump into a fog, and lay to. In a 
few hours, however, it cleared up into a lovely sunny 
day, with a warm summer breeze just rippling up 
the water. Before us lay the long wished-for Cape, 
1 It was in consequence of a domestic fend that Ingolf himself 
was forced to emigrate. 
