Herr Horfuson is one of the best men I have ever met with.

He eagerly sought opportunities for giving me pleasure, and to him I owe several fine minerals and an Icelandic book of the year 1601.
May God reward his kindness and benevolence! July 1st.
We retraced our steps as far as the river Huitha, over which we rowed, and then turned in another direction.

Our journey led us through beautiful valleys, many of them producing abundance of grass; but unfortunately so much moss grew among it, that these large plains were not available for pastures, and only afforded comfort to travellers by their aspect of cheerfulness.

They were quite dry.
The valley in which Hjalmholm, our resting-place for this night, was situated, is traversed by a stream of lava, which had, however, been modest enough not to fill up the whole valley, but to leave a space for the pretty stream Elvas, and for some fields and hillocks, on which many cottages stood.

It was one of the most populous valleys I had seen in Iceland.
Hjalmholm is situated on a hill.