We sometimes lost all traces of a road, and only pushed on towards the quarter in which the place of our destination was situated; and feared withal to sink at every pace into the soft and unresisting soil.
I found the indolence of the Icelandic peasants quite unpardonable.

All the valleys through which we passed were large morasses richly overgrown with grass.

If the single parishes would unite to dig trenches and drain the soil, they would have the finest meadows.

This is proved near the many precipices where the water has an outlet; in these spots the grass grows most luxuriantly, and daisies and herbs flourish there, and even wild clover.

A few cottages are generally congregated on these oases.
Before arriving at the village of Thorfastadir, we already perceived Hecla surrounded by the beautiful jokuls.
I arrived at Thorfastadir while a funeral was going on.