streams and Isafiord below nie like a map. The outer entrance of the Isafjardarjup is magnificent and was seen about two o'clock in the morning, a bold, deeply fissured and mountainous coast.
Our next stop was Thingeyri, on the Dyrifiord, which was a small place in a rather deep fiord, the sides of the fiord displaying a series of radiating valleys divided from each other by eroded walls of rock, which presented sharp prow-like fronts on the fiord. The landscape here had a dusty, dry and barren expression with poverty of green surfaces, the rock gravelly and crumbling, and a hard strange loneliness enveloped everything. The long morainal wall at the mouth of the fiord has been dissected by elevation and the attacks of the sea, and continues the encircling chain of evidence around the shores of the island, of its elevation since glacial times, its emergence, which has brought in many places beds of marine shells into dry and exposed positions. To the south as we rolled again on the waters of the Denmark Strait, headland after headland succeeded each other down the coast with splendid sweeping beaches between. Then came a most remarkable long precipitous wall, like a creation of masonry, spattered
