Herr Knudson had engaged a guide for me, with whom I was to take my departure in a few days.

But it happened that the magistrate wished also to take a trip, and sent for my guide.

The latter expected to be better paid by him, and went; he did not come to me to discharge himself, but merely sent me word on the eve of my departure, that he was ill, and could therefore not go with me.

I could enumerate many more such examples, which do not much tend to give a high estimate of Icelandic morality.
I consoled myself with the hope of finding simplicity and honesty in the more retired districts, and therefore anticipated a twofold pleasure from my journey into the interior.

I found many virtues, but unfortunately so many faults, that I am no longer inclined to exalt the Icelandic peasants as examples.
The best of their virtues is their honesty.