ICELAND! BUT WHAT NEXT?
The day for our departure arrived.

The day before it our kind friend M.Thomsen brought us letters of introduction to Count Trampe, the Governor of Iceland, M.Picturssen, the bishop's suffragan, and M.
Finsen, mayor of Rejkiavik.

My uncle expressed his gratitude by tremendous compressions of both his hands.
On the 2nd, at six in the evening, all our precious baggage being safely on board the _Valkyria,_ the captain took us into a very narrow cabin.
"Is the wind favourable ?" my uncle asked.
"Excellent," replied Captain Bjarne; "a sou'-easter.

We shall pass down the Sound full speed, with all sails set." In a few minutes the schooner, under her mizen, brigantine, topsail, and topgallant sail, loosed from her moorings and made full sail through the straits.

In an hour the capital of Denmark seemed to sink below the distant waves, and the _Valkyria_ was skirting the coast by Elsinore.