The farmer at _Kalmungstúnga_, in former days, was accused by English writers of overcharging travellers. In comparison with other Icelandic rates it must be stated that there is still some truth in the assertion. However, he is enterprising, has built a fine large house with many arrangements for comfort and all his supplies have to be transported from the coast on the backs of the ponies. These things are expensive. If the traveller enjoys unusual comfort here or elsewhere in Iceland it is no more than common justness that he should pay unusual prices for his accommodation. On this farm there has recently been constructed a reinforced concrete stable, spacious enough for housing 500 sheep besides numerous horses and cows. The Governor pointed out to me the signs of prosperity while we were saddling the ponies and stated that more of the farmers might do as well if they had the enterprise. I might say with reference to our own bill at this farm that it was moderate but this is possibly due to the fact that I had been of some assistance in treating one of his favorite ponies that had a bad saddle gall on the shoulder. It was one in the afternoon when we parted with the Governor to meet him some days later in his beautiful home in _Reykjavik_. We then rode down the green slope, and through the birch copse to the river, which we found easily fordable, though it has a bad reputation. Looking up from the hayfield, with its harvest in the full gathering, with men and women busy, the ice-crowned pyramids stand,— “Like giants clad in armor blue, With helmets of a silver hue.” This view is of great interest and beauty and I gazed longingly to the peaks that enclose _Thórisdalr_, Thief’s-Dale, and desired to climb those ridges of tumbled moraine and examine that great wall of eternal ice that hangs above. The lack of sufficient time made it impossible. This pleasure was experienced in 1913 when I came into _Kaldidalr_, Cold-Valley from the opposite direction, having pitched my camp at _Brunnar_, Springs, for several days. This view from _Kalmungstúnga_ leaves no doubt in the mind of the traveller that he is in the land of _ice_; but when he turns towards the west, passes into the green valley of the _Hvitá_ and comes into close proximity with the numerous hot springs scattered over the plains and along the banks of the river a more temperate climate is suggested.