REYKJAVIK
“When the old world is sterile
And the ages are effete,
He will from wrecks and sediment
The fairer world complete.”
—_Emerson._
After searching three years, _Ingölfr_ found the storm-driven pillars
cast ashore in a steaming creek. He called the place _Reykjavik_, the
_Smoking Creek_.
Hardly was the anchor down in the midstream before a rosy cheeked and
genial gentleman came on board and introduced himself as Helgi Zoëga. He
was the man with whom I had corresponded relative to arranging our trip,
providing ponies, a guide and a pack train. To his quiet forethought and
courteousness in after days I had much for which to be thankful. We were
absolute strangers to land and people. He took us ashore in his boat
and conducted us to _Hotel Island_ where we found a comfortable, large
and well furnished room. Shortly our baggage appeared by the same quiet
agency. I then went to his office and spent some time in going over the
plan of the route to be followed, the ponies, their equipment and the
provisions to be taken.
I had been judiciously forwarned by the books of several English
travellers about the snares into which the uninitiated would fall in
dealing with an Icelandic guide so I was forearmed. I recall the quiet
smile that scarcely spread from Zoëga’s lips when I asked about the extra
straps, the extra shoes for the ponies and the price that was to be paid
at the end of the journey, the reliability of the guide and if the
agreement had not better be placed in writing to avoid misunderstanding
at time of settlement. He replied that all was in readiness according to
my wishes and his experience and assured me of a satisfactory ending of
the journey. Let me state that in my long experience with Mr. Zoëga and
many other Icelandic gentlemen, I was always squarely treated in small
as well as in larger matters. Never has an Icelander attempted to take
advantage of my ignorance. As far as my experience of four summers in
Iceland goes the English statements are libels on Icelandic integrity.
Could we do business in America with the same frankness and reliability
we would need less bookkeeping, there would be less locking of doors and
less work for the courts; we might close many of our jails and divert a
whole army of people from corrective and restraining work into productive
occupations.
The route decided upon, the arrangements completed to our satisfaction,
Mrs. Russell and I set out to view the city of _Reykjavik_ and receive
our first impressions of Iceland. We turned our steps in the direction
of the _Laug_, hot spring, which is about two miles from the city
square. The route is along the _Laugarvegur_, a street with many houses
of comfortable design and good construction. The hot springs are on a
small stream running out of the meadow into the bay. Along the route
we saw many women with bundles on their backs, boys with wheelbarrows
filled with clothes and others carrying large wicker baskets. It is the
“city laundry.” A long iron grill has been erected over the run-way from
the boiling springs to prevent accidents. The clothes are washed in the
running water and hung up to dry on numerous lines strung in the meadow.
Commodious sheds have been erected for protection during rain and for
ironing and repairing garments. Great piles of wool were scattered over
the hillside to dry after being washed in the springs. Throughout the
country the hot springs are made use of for woolwashing. The water seems
to have special properties for removing the animal grease.
When we had returned from our long trip across the country in 1910 we
sent a generous supply of soiled, torn and buttonless clothes to this
out-of-door laundry. What was our amazement to find on its return to
the hotel that the buttons had been replaced and all the rents neatly
repaired. What a contrast to an American laundry!
The flow of the boiling water is quite constant throughout the year
and the temperature is constant. My thermometer registered 95°C in the
runway. Considerable steam rises from the water and when the air is still
it is most difficult to obtain an unclouded photograph. The water is
impregnated with hydrogen sulfid and a little carbon dioxid. This is true
of most of the hot springs in the country.
On our return to the city we passed near the Leper Hospital, an excellent
modern structure located near the sea. None but physicians are allowed
admission to visit. While the Teutonic races are quite free from this
ancient disease, nevertheless it does exist in Norway, around the
shores of the Baltic, in Iceland, Scotland and in those portions of the
United States settled by Scandinavians. It seems to effect islands and
sea-coasts and because of this it is often stated that the disease in
Iceland has been perpetuated by eating tainted fish in times of famine.
Credit is due the physicians of Iceland in not only controlling the
plague but in actually obtaining a steady decrease. This disease goes
hand in hand with tuberculosis, that is, lepers are usually tubercular.
Until recently tuberculosis was prevalent in Iceland owing to the damp
and unventilated houses especially on the farms. Thanks to the energetic
crusade of the Icelandic doctors the conditions are rapidly improving
and both leprosy and tuberculosis are decreasing. The Surgeon-General,
Guðmundur Björnsson, told me with considerable pride that the percentage
of tuberculosis in Iceland was now less than in Europe or the United
States.
_Reykjavik_ is pleasantly situated on the north side of a headland
projecting into _Faxafjörðr_. There are two high hills in the city up
which the city is slowly creeping. The ancient portion of the city is
on the level ground along the waterfront. It is not the untidy and
ill-smelling place that many English writers would have us believe. On
the contrary it is clean, the streets are wide and well kept, running
water has been brought from a distance of eight miles to the capital.
The fish curing is confined to the shore as it is in all the coast
towns and it is not offensive. Indeed I might cite worse conditions in
the fishing centers of Old England and New England. Many a street in
Edinburgh, London, Boston and New York is in worse sanitary condition
than the meanest streets of _Reykjavik_. The stores are numerous and well
stocked with European and American wares. Two of the emporiums rise to
the dignity of apartment stores, where the necessities of life as well as
many of its luxuries may be obtained. The small shops are numerous where
specialties are carried such as shoestores, tobacconists, dairy products
and stationery shops. Telegraph and telephone connect the capital with
all the towns and many of the isolated farms. The submarine cable which
lands at _Seyðisfjörðr_ connects the island with the world beyond. A
modern gas plant supplies illumination for the city and a convenient fuel.
The population is a little less than 12,000 and has rapidly increased
during the past fifty-eight years under the influence of the new life
that has come to Iceland since in 1854 the people obtained commercial
liberty. In 1874 Iceland got its constitution which was amended in 1903
to the effect that the Governor must be an Icelander and reside in
_Reykjavik_. To all intents Iceland is an independent, self-governing
republic with a liberal constitution. The following is a brief outline of
the government.
It has a constitution. It is governed by the _Althing_, a legislative
body composed of a Senate with fourteen members and a House of
Representatives of twenty-six members. These forty members are chosen by
popular ballot and when they assemble they choose the fourteen senators
from their own number. Until 1911 six of the senators were appointed
by the King of Denmark under the direction of the Icelandic Governor.
This virtually gave the Governor the control of the Senate. This is now
abolished. This same constitutional amendment completely enfranchises the
women.
The Supreme Court is located in _Reykjavik_ and consists of two judges
and a Chief Justice. Their decision may be appealed to the Supreme Court
of Denmark. The King of Denmark has a veto over the acts of the Icelandic
Parliament but so far it has never been exercised. With this exception
and the lack of the power to make treaties, the country is virtually an
independent republic under a fair and liberal constitution. Some of the
progressives desire a step further and would entirely sever themselves
from Denmark. Owing to their defenseless condition and the inroads of the
French and English upon the fishing grounds it will be wise to keep the
protection of Denmark for some years.
There are several excellent buildings in the capital. The more modern
ones such as the _Thinghüs_, Government Building, the _Safnahüs_,
Library, are pleasing in architecture and solid in construction. The
_Thinghüs_ is situated on one side of the public square close to the
Cathedral. Its interior is well arranged for legislative purposes and the
decorations are simple, dignified and relieved with slight ornamentation.
It contains many good paintings by Danish masters. There is a young
school of Icelandic painting and some of the works are in this building.
If Baedeker were writing a guide to _Reykjavik_ he would double star
“The Lögberg,” a view towards _Hengil_. There are several portraits
of the Danish Kings and an excellent one of Jon Sigurðsson, the man
who holds the same place in the hearts of the Icelanders that George
Washington holds in ours and for the same reason. He is the Father of
modern Iceland but he won the constitution without bloodshed. There is a
painting by Otto Bache, “The Killing of Thoranin by Skarpðin.” Special
notice should be taken of “The Ride of the Valkyrie” by P. Arbo. It is a
wonderful conception and is full of action. Here also is a grand piece of
wood carving made entirely with a jackknife by an Icelandic farmer as a
memorial to Jon Sigurðsson. It is in the form of a frame to a pier glass
and a pier stand. It is equal in design and execution to that famous
carved pulpit in St. Gudule at Brussels, which was made by Verbruggen
in 1669. There is an excellent bronze of Jonas Hallgrimsson who died in
1845. On leaving the _Thinghüs_ the custodian gave us a friendly smile
and a cordial handshake. This treatment is refreshing after the customary
request for the shilling, the mark or the franc as is the common
experience elsewhere.
The Government House which contains the executive offices is older and
much more simple in design. There are two banks in the city and one of
them is housed in its own building, which was the finest in Iceland until
the completion of the _Safnahüs_.
This building houses over 80,000 bound volumes besides 6,000 manuscripts,
many of them priceless. For a city of less than 12,000 people this is
a good sized library. A thorough examination of the bookshelves and
the lists of the book charges yields abundant evidence of the inborn
aptness of this people for education. Mind culture reaches a high level.
It is pleasing to an American to note Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary
in a prominent position and a well used set of the works of the Sage
of Concord, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The library contains a well balanced
collection of history, literature, science, philosophy, poetry and
economics, not only in the native language but in all the spoken tongues
of Europe. For the benefit of those who do not read English there are
translations of our masterpieces of drama, poetry and romance. I was
pleased to note the evidence of much use of the American classics and
almost the entire absence of that great class of light reading which
lumbers our bookstalls, follows us on the train and burdens the card
catalogs of the American libraries.
The basement shelters the collections of natural history and that portion
devoted to Icelandic birds is practically complete. The botanical
collection is far from complete and awaits the labor of some enthusiastic
collector. I have seen in an isolated home far from the influence of the
University a collection made by a boy that surpasses this one in the
National Library. The collection of the minerals and lavas of the country
forms a good nucleus and that is all. It seems strange with all the
opportunities for work that some Icelandic geologist does not complete
the work so well begun by Thorvaldur Thoroddsen. This man has produced an
excellent geological map, as nearly complete as one man could possibly
make it, considering the difficulties of travel and the miscellaneous
character of the lavas. Most of the work on this topic has been done by
Danes and Germans.
[Illustration: _The Hay Market and the Harbor at Reykjavik._
_An Odd Corner in Reykjavik._]
On the upper floor of the _Safnahús_ there is a large and valuable
collection of Icelandic antiquities. No visitor to Iceland, who would get
a glimpse of the early times in the country, should miss this collection.
When he has seen it, it will then be necessary to go to Copenhagen to
view the remainder. Many of the finest things were taken there decades
since. As a salve to its conscience the Danish treasury pays annually
to Iceland the sum of $15,600 as “interest” on the borrowed treasures.
Among the items of value we enumerate the following,—A wooden crucifix
taken from a lava cave and supposed to be a Culdee relic from the days
antedating the settlement by the Norse; enamelled and jewelled crucifixes
from the thirteenth century; many weapons from the eleventh and twelfth
centuries such as halberds, bills, two handed swords, spears and daggers;
female wearing apparel from many centuries, brocaded, embroidered and
variously adorned with filigree work in silver and gold; snuff horns of
ivory and “horns” for mead and ale variously and richly carved; tapestry,
very old, that would bring a fabulous price in the great museums of
Europe; riding costumes, bridles, saddles and a great variety of wooden
boxes, bowls and foot boards ornately carved. Here also is preserved
the first Bible printed in Iceland bearing the date of 1584. It was
printed at _Hólar_ by Bishop Gudbrand Thorlaksson who translated it from
the German of Martin Luther and carved with his own hand most of the
blocks that illustrate it. This Bible was reprinted at _Hólar_ in 1644
and the edition was limited to 1000 copies. The writer counts himself
fortunate to possess a copy of this ancient book, which was presented
to him by an Icelandic friend. It is the work of Bishop Thorlak and is
translated directly from the Greek and Latin to correct some errors in
Thorlaksson’s translation from the German. It is the first Bible to have
the text divided into verses.
The religion of Iceland is Lutheran and is connected with the state.
There are three Bishops in the country, the head Bishop is at _Reykjavik_
and this man must go to Copenhagen to be ordained. The Bishop of
_Reykjavik_ goes to _Hólar_ or to _Skálholt_, dwelling-ridge, in the
seats of the secondary Bishops to ordain them respectively. At the age of
fourteen the children are confirmed and at that time must possess a good
knowledge of reading, writing, arithmetic, geography, natural history in
general, Icelandic history in detail and general history both ancient and
modern. The Cathedral at _Reykjavik_ is a very plain and uninteresting
building and would disappoint the stranger did he not know that the
Icelander is unpretentious in his religion. It is the internal and not
the external qualities that appeal to him. The building contains one of
Thorvaldsen’s masterpieces, a font which was presented to the nation by
this famous son of Iceland. In the square which is close to the Cathedral
and the _Thinghüs_ there is a large statue of Albert Thorvaldsen. It is
appropriately mounted on a stone pedestal and was the gift of the people
of Copenhagen at the national celebration of 1874.
Denmark claims Thorvaldsen as her son. The facts are as follows, and the
reader may choose for himself the country to which he really belongs.
His father was an Icelander, a wood carver, his mother was a Dane, the
daughter of a parson. Albert Thorvaldsen was born at sea midway between
Denmark and Iceland. Porcelain copies of his _Dawn_ and _Evening_, bas
reliefs, are set into many tombstones in _Reykjavik_. The dead white of
the porcelain is in fine contrast to the cold grey of the stone. This
method of ornamenting a tombstone is unique and is not without a fine
touch of sentiment.
The University includes the Medical College, the Theological Seminary,
the Law School besides the Liberal Arts. Medical graduates, before taking
up their labors in Iceland must spend at least six months in clinical
work in some approved hospital in Copenhagen. The reason is obvious.
There are fifty doctors in the employment of the government and scattered
throughout the country. They are all directly in charge of the Surgeon
General. There is little done in science at the University. Students who
wish to become proficient in any of its numerous branches must go to
the Universities of Europe. Within the city there are also a Commercial
School, a Nautical School and a Female High School besides the Grammar
School and the common schools.
There are about fifteen newspapers published in the city and several
magazines. Most of the papers are weeklies. Among these periodicals
we note a Theological Journal, an Agricultural Paper, a Good Templar
Journal, the “War Cry” and a Woman Suffragist Journal. No mention is here
made of the essays, romances, _Sagas_, translations and poetry published
in the city. In the bookbinding establishments the work is done by hand
and it is efficient. Honest work goes with every stitch.
There are two comfortable hotels in the city and several small boarding
houses. _Hotel Ísland_ is a temperance house and is kept by a group of
Good Templars. _Hotel Reykjavik_, which is more modern, supplies liquors.
In 1909 a law was passed which forbids the importation of any liquors
after 1912 and prohibits the sale of all alcoholic beverages after 1915.
This is the work of the Good Templars and the anti-prohibitionists
are trying to get it repealed before 1915. The service at the hotels
is excellent and one dines to the accompaniment of the minor music of
Iceland by an orchestra. The table surely does not lack variety and
abundance is the rule. The bill of fare is after the Danish mode. One may
choose from at least a dozen different dishes of meats and cured fish
at breakfast and supper. Smoked salmon, eaten without further cooking,
pickled fish with raw onion, anchovies, sardines, smoked herring, the
breast of goose smoked and pressed with spices, duck eggs in a variety
of modes, rye bread and coffee, the finest brew in the world, are among
the appetizers with which one breaks his fast at ten in the morning.
About two in the afternoon there is a real dinner. It is prefaced with a
sweet soup of a purple hue and surprisingly palatable, then comes fish
cooked to perfection, vegetables and a roast, usually mutton or veal,
and a delicious dessert. The coffee is taken in the reception room or in
the smoking parlor as one chooses. Oatmeal may be procured at the hotels
by asking before hand to have “porridge” cooked. In all my wanderings
through the country I never found it except at one farm. The supper at
seven is a repetition of the breakfast. Coffee and cakes may be had at
any time at a moment’s notice. Coffee is also brought to the room about
seven in the morning. This with rusks is taken in bed and one is supposed
to take the “coffee nap” afterwards.
_Reykjavik_ is the commercial metropolis and the larger industries center
here, although _Akureyri_ is the clearing house for the north coast.
These are the centers for exporting the fish, mutton, butter, wool,
skins, etc. Nearly all the handicrafts are represented in the capital.
There is a woolen mill where _vaðmal_, an Icelandic cloth, is woven, a
sawmill dresses the crude lumber brought from Norway. There are several
silversmiths who equal the artists of Europe in delicate engraving and in
filigree as well as enamelling. One man has discovered a process, which
he wisely keeps secret, for coloring the precious metals.
The foreign Consuls resident in _Reykjavik_ are only two, one from France
and the other from Norway. The following countries are represented
through Icelanders who are appointed by the foreign governments,
England, Germany, Sweden, Belgium and Holland. The United States has no
representation whatever.
The Thorvaldsen Bazar is an attractive place, verging upon a museum of
antiquities. It is coöperative and the proceeds go to a charity. It is
conducted by groups of ladies who give their time. Many women on the
farms knit stockings, mittens, gloves, make skin shoes, embroidery in
linen and send the items to the bazar to be sold on commission. There
are also exposed for sale stuffed birds, minerals, odd items such as
footboards, horn spoons, snuff horns, skyr bowls and a great variety of
other items that have long been hoarded by families in the interior.
Some of the carved pieces of wood are of great age and the carving is
artistically done. The foot board is of interest and as reference to
it will be made later in connection with the homes of the people I
will describe the one which now adorns my guest room wall. It is made
of Norway spruce, four feet long and seven inches wide. It is ornately
carved on both sides. On one side there are three circles five and one
half inches in diameter, one at each end and one in the middle. The
circles are cut to represent _Balder’s brá_, marguerite, which blooms
abundantly throughout the country near the coast. The central circle
shows only the ends of the numerous petals while the center of the
circle is used for engraving the name and the date, 1868. Between the
two circles at either side of the center a prayer is carved in the _Ogam
rune_. On the reverse side there is a series of six prows of the Viking
ship. The design of the prow of the ancient ship lends itself well to the
wood carver and it appears in a variety of forms on the ancient as well
as the modern pieces. There is an expert wood carver in _Reykjavik_ and
it is well worth while to visit Stefán Eiriksson in his workshop. I have
before me a _skyr áskr_, bowl for curds. In old times each person had
his own _áskr_ which he carved to suit his fancy. This one is completely
covered with fine carving. The handles represent dragons and to the back
of one with a wooden hinge is attached the cover. The center of the cover
is carved to represent _Balder’s brá_. It is a beautiful piece of work
and is carved out of a solid piece of the Iceland birch.
There are several good photographers in the city and one of them, M.
Ólafsson, has made excellent stereoscopic views of the natural wonders
of Iceland. He has travelled over most of the country to obtain the
negatives and he made his own stereoscopic camera as well as the
different cameras in his studio. There are several shops where good
photographs may be obtained. The city has an excellent public bath with
steam, shower, hot and cold water. There are two hospitals, Chemist’s
shops, (drug stores), barbers, in fact every thing required in civilized
life.
We know so little of Iceland. Its very name suggests all the cold and
inhospitable conditions of the north and the stranger unread in Icelandic
conditions has many a surprise in store. The worst thing I know about
Iceland is its name. It should have been christened _Fireland_.
[Illustration: _The Latin School at Reykjavik._
_The Thinghús, Parliament Building, Reykjavik._]
The climate of Iceland is exceedingly mild in winter and in the summer it
never gets very warm. The annual mean temperature of the extreme north is
about 2°C. lower than in the south. The climate changes very little with
the latitude but more with the glaciers, the coast and the solfataras.
The following table, compiled from the Meteorological Records at
_Berufjörðr_, will convey a good idea of the conditions in the country.
This table covers _twenty-five_ years for the Max. and Min. temperatures.
The station is in Long. 14° 15´ W., Lat. 64° 40´ N. and it is 55 feet
above the sea. The temperatures are given in degrees _Centigrade_.
Max.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12th Mo.
10.5 12.3 12.1 14.3 20.4 25.4 26.3 20.7 20.5 16.4 11.7 11.5 C.
Min.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12th Mo.
23.1 -19.3 -21.9 -18.3 -8.5 -4.2 0.8 -2.9 -5.8 -10.3 -17.4 -20.4 C.
Sleet.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12th Mo.
0.1 0.5 0.0 0.1 0.0 0.0 0.0 0.0 0.0 0.0 0.2 0.1 Days.
Snow.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12th Mo.
9. 8. 9. 5. 4. 1. 0.0 0.0 1.0 3.0 6.0 8.0 Days.
Rain.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12th Mo.
17.0 17.0 16.0 14.0 13.0 11.0 11.0 12.0 15.0 16.0 17.0 18.0 Days.
When we recall that _zero_ on the Centigrade thermometer is the _freezing
point_ these figures will correct our erroneous ideas of the extreme low
temperatures which we have ever associated with _Iceland_. The lowest
temperature in twenty-five years at this station was only _nine and one
half degrees below zero_ on the Fahrenheit scale. During the summer of
1910 I travelled in the north and crossed the country in the vicinity of
the western glaciers and the lowest temperature recorded during six weeks
was 32°F. in a mountain pass in the north and the highest was 56°F. the
mean for the entire time was 44°F. All these temperatures were taken in
the shade at 7 A. M., Noon and 9 P. M.
At the summer solstice the midnight sun is just visible in the south and
at longer periods in the north on the table lands. Even after the sun has
set, it is as light as day and one can read at midnight in the houses
during several weeks.
In a country so diversified with sea, glaciers, naked volcanoes, uplands
and rivers the sunsets are glorious. Many nights have I climbed the hill
back of the city at eleven to watch the sunset and to be present at the
ushering in of the dawn. Below me lay the dreaming city with here and
there a strolling couple by the waterside. South and east the scattered
peaks of the Fire Peninsula, though twenty miles distant they seemed in
the clear atmosphere to be near at hand and the purple perfect cone of
_Keilir_, Tusk, stood apart, a guardian of the fire group beyond. Behind
me stretched the long and precipitous table land of _Esja_, its slopes
scarred and ragged and the patches of pale green sphagnum marking the
location of the water pockets in the debris. It was crowned with a heavy
cap of ice and the fluttering folds of fog hung over it like the bridal
veil of an Icelandic maid. To the west and north is spread the broad and
glimmering bay of _Faxa_ while sixty miles beyond, though appearing less
than half that distance, _Snaefells Jökull_ at the head of its regiment
of volcanic cones towers from the sea.
It is midnight, local time. The sun has been in his ocean bath for
thirty minutes and in an equal length of time he will emerge near by
the locality of his plunge. It is an entrancing scene and recalls the
Twilight of the Gods. The heavens are overcast with a rose-flesh hue of
varying tones. No stars dot the bending dome, no moon skirts the far
horizon. The _Faxa_ is like a molten sea of precious metal and across it
roll billows of purple light which striking the base of _Keilir_, surge
to its pointed summit in waves of lighter hue to break in confusion on
the distant volcanoes. _Esja_ catches the color of the sky, its dripping
parapet glistens as at noon and its ice mantle is transformed into rosy
quartz. The crowning glory of the moment is _Snaefells_. Behind it is
the sun. A broad streamer rises vertically to the zenith from behind the
mountain. It splits the warmer shades with a band of saffron. It spreads
outward like an opening fan. _Snaefells_ is the jewel in the end of the
fan handle. The fan unfolds until a full quadrant of the heavens have
turned to gold with radiating streaks of crimson. The ice-cap has become
a ruby and _Esja_ a fiery opal. Kaleidoscopic is the change. Like the
Borealis the colors come and go, the mists open and close and the tints
deepen. _Esja_ lives doubly in the bosom of the fiord within whose shadow
the fishing fleet rock gently at their moorings. Even the ribbons of mist
are imaged in the sea and in those vast depths drift softly like the real
ones of the upper air. The cone of _Keilir_ brightens, the slumbering
tints burst into fire, the fire resolves itself into white light. The
sun has risen from its midnight bath, morning has come and I seek the
hotel conscious that neither pen nor brush can catch the true values of
this great harmony of colors, that it is impossible to set it to meter
or spread it upon the canvas. But it lives indelibly in the soul of the
poet, the painter and the musician. Yes it is music, a great symphony,—
“It is passion that left the ground
To loose itself in the sky.”