LETTER VIII. 
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START PROM REYKJAVIK—SNAEFELL—THE LADY OF FRODA—A 
BERSERK TRAGEDY—THE CHAMPION OF BREIDAVIK—ONUNDER 
FIORD—THE LAST NIGHT—CROSSING THE ARCTIC CIRCLE—FETE 
ON BOARD THE “ RHINE HORTENSE ”—LE PERE ARCTIQUE—WE 
FALL IN WITH THE ICE—“ THE SAXON” DISAPPEARS—MIST—A 
PARTING IN A LONELY SPOT—JAN MAYEN—MOUNT BEERENBERG 
—AN UNPLEASANT POSITION—SHIFT OF WIND AND EXTRICATION— 
ff TO NORROWAY OVER THE FAEM”—A NASTY COAST—HAMMERFEST. 
Hammerfest, July. 
Back in Europe again,—within reach of posts! 
The glad sun shining, the soft wind blowing, and 
roses on the cabin table,—as if the region of fog 
and ice we have just fled forth from were indeed the 
dream-land these summer sights would make it seem. 
I cannot tell you how gay and joyous it all appears 
to us, fresh from a climate that would not have 
been unworthy of Dante’s Inferno. And yet—had it 
