On arrival at the ferry we found a good boat into which we loaded four of the ponies at a time with the packing cases. It was here that we met the venerable poet, _Matthias Jochumsson_. Remounting we crossed a wonderfully rich grass plain. It is in this valley that the best ponies of Iceland are bred. Later in the day we arrived at _Viðimýri_, Wide-Bog. Here we were fortunate in witnessing a pony-fair at which hundreds of ponies changed hands. They are gathered from the mountains for sale to the exporters and it is here that the Icelandic gentleman comes for his private saddle pony. Steadily we climbed the mountain in a driving wind with some rain. The wind blew cold from off the _Skagafjörðr_, Cape-Fiord. The ocean was clear and an excellent view was had of _Drangey_, Lonely-Island. It was on this island that _Grettir_, the Strong, the favorite hero of Iceland, met his death at the hands of his enemies. He had been an outlaw for many years. Sometimes he made his home in the lava waste between _Hoffs Jökull_ and _Láng Jökull_. I visited the cave in 1913 which is marked by several cairns. At one time he lived at _Arnavatn_, Eagle-Lake and at another he dwelt in the remote fastness of _Thórisdalr_ at the south end of _Láng Jökull_. In the summer of 1913 I went to the entrance to this fastness. It is the finest retreat for an outlaw that any country could possibly provide in its natural configurations. The _Saga of Grettir_ relates that he found his way over the lava wastes of _Skjalbreith_, Broad-Shield, by sighting the summit of _Skjalbreith_ through a hole in a block of lava and noting the intervening points of prominence. In the old days the youth of Iceland used to assemble on the level grass plain at the extreme northern end of _Thingvellir_ during the annual meeting of the _Althing_ to hold their sports. At one time _Grettir_ came down from _Thórisdalr_ in disguise and entered into the wrestling. One by one he threw all the champions from the different sections of Iceland and did it with apparent ease. The maidens sat upon the high conglomerate knob overlooking the plain and saw with sorrow their respective favorites beaten in the feats of strength. The seat upon which they sat is known as _Meijarsoeti_, Maidens’-Seat. It was not till _Grettir_ left the arena and climbed the narrow pass which runs upward beside _Meijarsoeti_ that it was discovered that the unknown wrestler was in truth _Grettir_, though some of the wise ones had hinted as much.