AN UNEXPECTED PRIZE. 
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scarcely necessary. Seamen’s trousers, a bright scarlet 
jersey, and jack-boots fringed with cat-skin, completed 
his costume; and as he proceeded along in his usual 
state of chronic consternation, with my rifle slung at 
his back and a couple of telescopes over his shoulder, 
he looked the image of Robinson Crusoe, fresh from 
haying seen the foot-print. 
A couple of hours’ ride across the lava plain we 
had previously traversed brought us to a river, where 
our Reykjavik friends, after showing us a salmon weir, 
finally took their leave, with many kind wishes for our 
prosperity. On looking through the clear water that 
hissed and bubbled through the wooden sluice, the 
Doctor had caught sight of an apparently dead salmon, 
jammed up againt its wooden bars; but on pulling him 
out, he proved to be still breathing, though his tail 
was immovably twisted into his mouth. A consultation 
taking place, the Doctors both agreed that it was a case 
of pleurosthotonos, brought on by mechanical injury to 
the spine (we had just been talking of Palmer’s trial), 
and that he was perfectly fit for food. In accordance 
with this verdict, he was knocked on the head, and 
slung at Wilson’s saddle-bow. Left to ourselves, we now 
