HVAMORE. 
247 
On reaching the morass below, we were at no 
great distance from Hvamore, the house of the 
Amptman Stephensen, though, before we could 
arrive at it, we had to cross several rivers and a 
very unpleasant country. In our way we passed 
three or four residences of respectable appearance, 
which seemed to possess plenty of good cows and 
sheep. Hvamore itself was easily distinguishable 
from the other buildings by its superior size and 
style of architecture, and still more by the nu¬ 
merous and happy groupe of its inhabitants who 
came out to welcome us to their home. Beside 
our host, hostess, and their servants, nine of the 
handsomest children that I ever saw in the island 
were present. All these were the Amptman’s, 
and as I happen to have a list of the whole 
of this family written down in my pocket-book 
by the Tatsroed, it may be inserted as a spe¬ 
cimen of the Christian names that are made use 
of in Iceland: 
Stephen Stephensen, Amptman of the Western 
Quarter of the Island. 
Gudrun Stephensen, his wife. 
Sigrid Stephensen, his daughter. 
Olav Stephensen, 
Magnus, 
Peter, 
Johannes, 
Stephen, 
