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wishes, they begged that we would allow them 
to kiss our hands, which they did in the most 
respectful manner, bowing at the same time. 
Their mothers and the elder girls brought to our 
tent abundance of cream, skiur, and fuel, and of¬ 
fered it with such evident marks of welcome and 
so much pleasure in their countenances, that the 
lines of a favorite poet of the present day might, 
with the alteration of a single word, be sup¬ 
posed to be spoken by these seemingly happy 
and contented people, with equal propriety as 
by the female dwelling among Lapland snows: 
“ The powers above our Iceland bless, 
ft With good no other people know, 
“ Tenlarge the joys that we possess, 
“ By feeling those that we bestow/’ 
Tuesday, The hope of being able to show to my 
August i. f r - enc j g * n England some sketches of the 
rocks of Farit kept me on the spot till nine or 
ten o’clock this morning, and it was nearly one 
when we arrived at a farm by the shores of Hval- 
fiord, where a man announced himself as the 
servant of the Tatsroed, and added the informa- j 
tion that he had been sent out the day before to 
meet us, and to accompany us to Inderholme. 
Leaving, therefore, my Reikevig guide with the 
luggage and other horses, to follow us at leisure, 
Jacob and myself mounted some steeds sent 
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