74 
LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
in his neck, and his face so immovably fixed over his 
left shoulder, that the efforts of all the ship’s company 
have not been able to twist it back: with the help of 
a tackle, however, I think we shall eventually brace 
it square again. 
At two we went to lunch with the Rector. The 
entertainment bore a strong family likeness to our 
last night’s dinner; but as I wanted afterwards 
to exhibit my magic lantern to his little daughter 
Raghnilder, and a select party of her young friends, 
we contrived to elude doing full justice to it. During 
the remainder of the evening, like Job’s children, 
we went about feasting from house to house, taking- 
leave of friends who could not have been kinder had 
they known us all our lives, and interchanging little 
gifts and souvenirs. With the Governor I have left 
a print from the Princess Royal’s drawing of the dead 
soldier in the Crimea. From the Rector of the cathedral 
church I have received some very curious books— 
almost the first printed in the island ; I had been very 
anxious to obtain some specimens of ancient Icelandic 
manuscripts, but the island has long since been ran¬ 
sacked of its literary treasures; and to the kindness of 
