said, to play in a concert. His neglected fingernails,
In the Norderland, and every where except on the coast, the people live by breeding cattle. Many a peasant there possesses from two to four hundred sheep, ten to fifteen cows, and ten to twelve horses. There are not many who are so rich, but at all events they are better off than the inhabitants of the sea-coast. The soil there is for the most part bad, and they are therefore nearly all compelled to have recourse to fishing.
Before quitting Iceland, I must relate a tradition told me by many Icelanders, not only by peasants, but also by people of the so- called higher classes, and who all implicitly believe it.
It is asserted that the inhospitable interior is likewise populated, but by a peculiar race of men, to whom alone the paths through these deserts are known. These savages have no intercourse with their fellow-countrymen during the whole year, and only come to one of the ports in the beginning of July, for one day at the utmost, to buy several necessaries, for which they pay in money. They then vanish suddenly, and no one knows in which direction they are gone. No one knows them; they never bring their wives or children with them, and never reply to the question whence they come. Their language, also, is said to be more difficult than that of the other inhabitants of Iceland.
One gentleman, whom I do not wish to name, expressed a wish to have the command of twenty to twenty-five well-armed soldiers, to search for these wild men.
The people who maintain that they have seen these children of nature, assert that they are taller and stronger than other Icelanders; that their horses' hoofs, instead of being shod earth iron, have shoes of horn; and that they have much money, which they can only have acquired by pillage. When I inquired what respectable inhabitants of Iceland had been robbed by these savages, and when and where, no one could give me an answer. For my part, I scarcely think that one man, certainly not a whole race, could live by pillage in Iceland.
DEPARTURE FROM ICELAND.--JOURNEY TO COPENHAGEN.
I had seen all there was to be seen in Iceland, had finished all my excursions, and awaited with inexpressible impatience the sailing of the vessel which was destined to bring me nearer my beloved home. But I had to stay four very long weeks in Reikjavik, my patience being more exhausted from day to day, and had after this long delay to be satisfied with the most wretched accommodation.
The delay was the more tantalising, as several ships left the port in the mean time, and Herr Knudson, with whom I had crossed over from Copenhagen, invited me to accompany him on his return; but all the vessels went to England or to Spain, and I did not wish to visit either of these countries. I was waiting for an opportunity to go to Scandinavia, to have at least a glance at these picturesque districts.
- December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
- World without end. Amen, said one of the British soldiers
- very simple. I was to take two packages of letters and
- naturally make a point of going fully into the matter.
- at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
- I do not believe in ghosts; and yet I broke down before
- the death. If you will wait five minutes, I will go in
- 'You must know it as you have read your master's orders.
- away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
- The expression of embarrassment upon the speaker’s face
- who had read Ronsard to her and written her those picturesque
- welcome a further opportunity of rearranging the facts
- composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty
- fro the orchard, there somewhere amid the bright sun-dazzled
- in this restaurant there was printed a figure of St. George
- does, Mr. Harley,” he admitted, “but a very confusing
- The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
- a man I believed I recognized, though I could not place
- but which concerns a very well-known man. Before I proceed
- me, a tiny bedroom all white, and at the window the red
- fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
- The man himself, with his tropical bronze and air of eager
- “I chanced to have occasion to open my bureau which I
- sincerity of the narrator, he had formed the opinion that
- up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
- Sir Charles continued, “whom I am at present attending
- America by G.P. Putnam's Sons. By permission of the publishers
- One man improvised a new version of the battle-song, Good-by,
- The people here live chiefly on shell-fish and potatoes.
- He read it once or twice, turned it over, looked at me
- “Nothing of the slightest value, Mr. Harley, to any one
- from rifled woodland and orchard carried in the hands of
- Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
- closed his office in Chancery Lane sharply at the hour
- the rear window, observing the occupants of all other cars
- I tried to answer, but I was unable to utter one word.
- mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess
- Once more I was lying under my favorite apple-tree, half
- him, he said. Indeed, he seemed perturbed, worried, as
- fine linen, and dowered with a mysterious bag of gold.
- wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical
- barns, and the old piano, and the strange orchard; and,
- In other words, the house was empty; and going round to
- proved to be one of those pretty old-fashioned Chippendale
- Even as he realized the fact, the quarry vanished, and
- the books were in French—French poets and French romancers:
- The old house seemed already the abode of Solitude. As
- came on and on and on, and they swarmed and stirred, and
- innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and
- no one to be seen. The orchard had never seemed more lonely.