THE GrEYSIRS. 
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into wliicli the waters from either side spilt themselves, 
and then in a collected volume roared over a precipice 
a little lower down. Across this cleft some wooden 
planks were thrown, giving the traveller an opportunity 
of boasting that he had crossed a river on a bridge 
which itself was under water. By this time we had 
all begun to be very tired, and very hungry;—it was 
eleven o’clock, P.M. We had been twelve or thirteen 
hours on horseback, not to mention occasional half-hours 
of pretty severe walking after the ptarmigan and plover. 
Many were the questions we addressed to Sigurdr on 
the distance yet remaining, and many the conjectures 
we hazarded as to whether the cook would have arrived 
in time to get dinner ready for us. At last, after 
another two hours’ weary jogging, we descried, straight in 
front, a low steep brown rugged hill, standing entirely 
detached from the range, at the foot of which we had 
been riding; and in a few minutes more, wheeling round 
its outer end, we found ourselves in the presence of the 
steaming Grey sirs. 
I do not know that I. can give you a better notion of 
the appearance of the place than by saying that it 
looked as if—for about a quarter of a mile, the ground 
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