‘. . . ashore we go and land in a street of little low wooden houses, pitched, and with whitesash frames; the streets of black volcano sand; little ragged gardens about some of the houses growing potatoes, cabbages, and huge stems of angelica: not a…

‘The town now lying ahead is a commonplace-looking little town of wood principally; but there are pretty-looking homesteads on some of the islands off it, and the bright green of their home-meads is a great relief to us after all the grey of the sea,…

‘. . . we rounded a low ragged headland presently and were in the firth and off a narrow bight, at the end of which was the trading-station of Djupivogur (Deepbay): half a dozen wooden roofs, a flagstaff and two schooners lying at anchor’ (IJ pp.…