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rn by the boat leaving the 3rd of August； so if all goes well I count to be home about the 10th。
Here is a brief description from my diary of the Golden Falls； which served me as a model for those down which Eric es in my saga。
Reached Golden Falls at 12：30。 A most splendid sight。 The yellow river； after tumbling down a cliff； bends a little to the right and leaps in two mighty waterfalls； across which a rainbow streams； into a chasm a hundred feet deep； leaving a bare space of cliff between。 From the deep of this chasm the spray boils up like steam； a glorious thing to see 。 。 。 。 Passed Three Corner Ridge where Gunnar was attacked； and suddenly came on a very fine view of the Njal country； a flat and fertile expanse of land stretching away as far as the eye can reach。 Nothing to eat since breakfast。 Spent fortable night at the priest’s house。 Had arctic tern’s eggs and “skier” for breakfast。 Then sent pack ponies to Bergthors Knoll and rode to Lithend。 I am writing this on the site of Gunnar’s hall； which I can distinctly trace。 The hall looked out over the great Markallflajot plain； now nothing but a waste eaten up of the waters。 To the north is a large glacier…mountain — the hall was built on the side of a hill — and to the left of the house is the fissure into which the dog Sam was decoyed and killed。 The lark now sings over where Gunnar fought and fell； betrayed by Hallgerda。
7 P。M。： Bergthorsknoll。 Arrived here after a long ride over a desolate grassy flat。 The site of Njal’s hall is now for the most part covered with hovels。 It faces sou’west； partly on to the plain and partly on to a river。 To the left of the house is the hollow where the burners tied up their horses as described in the saga。 In front appears the fierce outline of the Westman Islands。
29th： Dug last night and found various relics of the burning。 The floor of the hall seems to have been sprinkled with black sand （see the saga）； but we had not the luck of the American who； when he dug； discovered a gold ring。
On the whole we enjoyed our fishing very much； and I killed a good number of salmon； though； because of the drought； not so many as I ought to have done。 Also there were multitudes of trout。 The trout stream ran out of a gloomy lake surrounded by high mountains。 The Icelanders vowed that there were no trout in this lake。 However we procured an old boat so leaky that we could only row a little way from land and back again before she filled。 Ross； who had been an oar at College； rowed； while I managed the two trolling rods。 Before we had gone a few yards they were both of them bent almost double。 Never before or since did I have such fishing。 To what size the trout ran in that lake I had no idea； for the biggest ones invariably tore the hooks off the Phantoms and brass “devils；” or smashed the tackle； but we caught many up to about four pounds in weight。 Indeed； the sport was so easy that one grew weary of it。 Very charming it was also to stand alone in the blue light at midnight by the banks； or in the water of the wide and brawling salmon river； casting for and sometimes hooking the king of fish。 Never shall I forget the impression it produced upon me。 The mighty black mountains； the solitude； the song of the river； and the whistling flight of the wild duck — by which the silence alone was broken — and； over all； that low unearthly light just strong enough to show my fly upon the water and the boiling rises of the salmon。 It is an experience which I am glad to have known。
At Rejkjavik； for some reason that I have forgotten； we caught not the Danish mail steamer as we had expected； but our old friend the Copeland； now laden with hundreds of ponies； among them that named Hecla； which I had bought near the volcano； and I think another which I had also bought。 We went aboard the night of the 19th with General Bevan…Edwards and some other passengers； and I recall observing with some anxiety the ship’s agent as he rowed round the bows of the vessel； apparently inspecting her draught — also with some anxiety。
I imagine that she had too many ponies in her holds。 However； off we steamed； and soon the coast of Iceland vanished behind us。 It is a country to which I was very sorry to bid farewell； though I think one only to be appreciated （if we leave fishermen out of the question） by those who have made a study of the sagas。 I know not what may now be the case； but at that time these were few indeed。 I believe that the enterprising American who found； or was said to have found； a gold ring amid the ashes of Njal’s hall； was the only foreigner who had journeyed to that spot for some years before my visit。 I wonder how many have been there since that time； and whether proper precautions are taken today in order to preserve these most interesting historical relics of an unique and bygone age。
This is not the place to enter into the subject； so I will only say that outside of the Bible and Homer there exists； perhaps； no literature more truly interesting than that of the Icelandic sagas。 Also they have this merit： in the main they are records of actual facts。 Holding them in hand I have examined the places that they describe； and therefore to this I can testify。 Those men and women lived； they did the things that are recorded； or most of them； and for the reasons that remain to us。 Of course certain circumstances have been added； namely those which deal with the supernatural。
The entries in my diary for the first five days of that disastrous voyage are brief and emphatic。
20th： At sea。 Bad weather。 21st： Gale。 22nd： Worse gale。 23rd： Worse gale still。 Lay to。 24th： Tried to go about four o’clock。 Strained the ship so much that we had to lay to again。
Indeed； with a single exception； that of a voyage I made many years later in the P。 & O。 Macedonia； the weather was the most terrible that I have ever experienced at sea。 Moreover； in our small vessel there is no doubt that we were in some peril of foundering。 The terrific seas swept her continually； and； in order to keep the hundreds of ponies alive。 it was necessary that the hatches should remain open； since otherwise they would have been stifled。 Had any accident occurred to bring the ship broadside on； such as the breaking of the steering gear； it would seem that we must have filled and sunk at once。 As it was we were greatly knocked about； and a good many of the poor ponies died from the cold of the water that washed over them。
At last the weather moderated； and about ten A。M。 on the 25th we arrived off Thurso in a dead calm。 Here we should have stayed because of the fog； but this the captain could not do； as owing to the prolongation of the voyage the ponies were starving。 So he took the risk and pushed on。 About 11：30 I was on deck； when suddenly the dense mist seemed to roll up in front of us； like the drop…scene at a theatre； and there appeared immediately ahead black cliffs and all about us rocks on which the breakers broke and the water boiled； as it can do after a great gale in the Pentland Firth when the tide is running I know not how many knots an hour。 There was a cry： the engines were reversed； but the current and that terrible tide caught the Copeland and dragged her forward。 Then came the sickening sensation that will be familiar to anyone who has been aboard a vessel when she struck upon rocks。 Scrape； quiver！ — scrape； quiver！ and we were fast。 Or rather our forepart was fast； for the stern still floated in deep water。
Almost immediately the firemen rushed up from the engine…room； which had begun to flood； though I suppose that the water did not reach the boilers at first or they would have exploded。
Orders were given to get out the boats； and it was attempted with the strangest results。 My belief is that those boats had never been in the water since the day the ship was built。 Some of them went down by the stern with their bows hanging in the air； some of them went down by the bows with their stern hanging in the air； or would not move。 Also in certain instances the plugs could not be found。 Not one of them was got into the water： at any rate at that time。
Understanding that the position was serious I went to my cabin； packed what things I could； then called the steward a