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there ; though for our own parts, there were solemn 
and wholesome influences enough “ to he taken away” 
from those icy solitudes, if one were hut ready and 
willing to “ stow ” them. 
To-morrow I leave Copenhagen, and my good 
Sigurdr, whose companionship has heen a constant 
source of enjoyment, hoth to Fitz and myself, during 
the whole voyage; I trust that I leave with him a 
friendly remembrance of our too short connexion, and 
pleasant thoughts of the strange places and things we 
have seen together; as I take away with me a most 
affectionate memory of his frank and kindly nature, his 
ready sympathy, and his imperturbable good humour. 
From the day on which I shipped him — an entire 
stranger—until this eve of our separation—as friends, 
through scenes of occasional discomfort, and circum¬ 
stances which might sometimes have tried both temper 
and spirits—shut up as we were for four months in 
the necessarily close communion of life on board a 
vessel of eighty tons,—there has never been the shadow 
of a cloud between us ; henceforth, the words “ an 
Icelander” can convey no cold or ungenial associations 
to my ears, and however much my imagination has 
