The North-West Peninsula of Iceland; Being the Journal of a Tour in Iceland in the Spring and Summer of 1862

The North-West Peninsula of Iceland; Being the Journal of a Tour in Iceland in the Spring and Summer of 1862

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...the westward, the snow-streaked buttresses of Dranga stood up almost perpendicularly from the waters. But the view on the opposite shore was by far the grandest. A long row of mountain headlands rose up in echelon, stretching far out to the Arctic Ocean, dark, blue, huge, precipitous monsters, with the largest Stiga-hliS, on the seaward flank, in shape like a vast pyramid with its apex cut off, and one side bent in. It was more than twenty-five miles away; and yet its outline was as clearly defined as if it had been no more than two. Such a noble row of mountains was a rare sight. The sides of some of the nearer ones were traversed by regular terraces like vine parallels, which continued all round their sea fronts, and far up into the country, till the view was intercepted by the next mountain. On one I counted seven of these parallels clearly and distinctly marked. The colour was most beautiful, something between indigo and blue, brightly illumined by the sun. Many of them were far too steep for snow, and (as I learnt afterwards from some of the natives) dangerous to be near in windy weather, owing to the incessant fall of rocks and stones from their sides and summits. With such a beautiful view our two hours' ride seemed but short. We then approached the bank of a broad and rapid river. Olavur and his horses were standing at the door of the farm-house of A'rmuli, on the opposite bank. He did not notice our approach; and I, deeming all was right, pursued the path into the water, and pushed my pony across the stream; but all was not right. A few steps, and the water was above my knees; another, and my pony was swimming. It did not take me a moment to assume a sort of halfcrouch, half-kneeling posture on the saddle. I preferred that position (if...
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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236680510
  • 9781236680518