In the _Saga_ of the farm of _Grimstunga_, Grim’s Tongue, (_tunga_ is frequently used with reference to a narrow strip of grass land in a sand waste or between masses of lava), at the head of the valley, we find the following story of _Ingólfr_:— “An autumn feast was held at _Grimstunga_ and a playing at the ball. _Ingólfr_ came to the game, and many men with him from the Dale,” (Water Dale.) “The weather was fine and the women sat out and watched the game. _Valgerðr_, _Ottar’s_ daughter, sat on the hill-side and other women with her. _Ingólfr_ was in the game and his ball flew far up among the girls. _Valgerðr_ took the ball and hid it under her cloak and bade him find it who had cast it. _Ingólfr_ came up and found it and bade the others go on with the game; but he played no more himself. He sat down by _Valgerðr_ and talked the rest of the day.” It was the story of love that did not go smoothly for he flirted and did not propose to her father for her hand in marriage. Her father sold his farm and moved to the south. Man-slayings followed and _Valgerðr_ was forced by her father to marry another man when _Ingólfr_ deserted her for another maiden. He had many love affairs for he was inconstant. In the end he was wounded by outlaws and when dying he requested that he might be laid in the mound with his forefathers near the river path in Water Dale that “the maidens might remember him when they walked that way.” _Valgerðr_ had a famous brother, _Halfreðr_ nicknamed _Vandaeðaskald_, signifying the “Troublesome Scald.” He was the favorite _scald_ of the powerful Norwegian King, _Olaf Tryggvason_, who reigned from 995 to 1000 A. D. A full account of this King and of his favorite singer is given in _Heimskringla_ by _Snorri Sturlason_, the Norse Historian, from which the following brief account is condensed. _Halfreðr_ was a wayward youth, given to wandering and adventure, a real Viking in spirit. He was born in 968 and raised at this very farm of _Haukagil_, Hawk-Gulley, where the notes for this chapter were roughly penned in 1910. He was “a tall man, strong and manly looking, somewhat swarthy, his nose rather ugly, his hair brown and setting him off well.” A little brook tumbles down from the heath behind the house, the rolling meadow reaches away to the river and beyond it the mountains rise in glorious colors in this evening light just as they did when _Halfreðr_ played beside this same brook as a child and _Ingólfr_ flirted with _Halfreðr’s_ sister. The turf house and the _tún_, the noisy dogs bringing up the ewes for the evening milking, the swish of the scythe in the grass and the call of the plover on the heights,—all are as in the days of old and it requires little fancy to place this sturdy youth in his old surroundings.