LETTER II. 
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THE ICELANDER—A MODERN SIR PATRICK SPENS. 
Greenock, Tuesday, June 3, 1856. 
I FOUND the Icelander awaiting my arrival here,— 
pacing up and down the coffee-room like a Polar 
bear. 
At first he was a little shy, and, not having yet 
had much opportunity of practising his English, it was 
some time before I could set him perfectly at his ease. 
He has something so frank and honest in his face and 
bearing, that I am certain he will turn out a pleasant 
companion. There being no hatred so intense as that 
which you feel towards a disagreeable shipmate, this 
assurance has relieved me of a great anxiety, and I 
already feel I shall hereafter reckon Sigurdr (pro¬ 
nounced Segurthur), the son of Jonas, among the 
number of my best friends. 
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