At Thingvellir—the Lögberg—scenes once witnessed there—Execution
Pool—our ponies run away—we start without guide—Ravnegja—lava floods—a
plain of desolation—wilderness, mountain, and sky—Laugerdal—Hekla—we
miss our way—snuffing—handshaking and kissing—honesty of
Icelanders—Efstaydalr—precious grass—the Bruera—a midnight halt—we reach
the Geysirs—and sleep in a church—some of our comforts—our menu—and
ecclesiastical domicile—waiting for the Strokr to spout—the Great Geysir
and the Strokr—their temperature, dimensions, &c.—a contrast—the
Grumbler—“there shall be no night there.”