Page 104,—_Brúará_:—There is another story differing from the one I gave in Chapter VIII, though that one is correct, relative to the way in which this river received its name of Bridge River. In the old days there was a natural lava arch spanning the stream just below the site of the present bridge. The story relates that a woman on the side of the river nearest to _Geysir_ was widely known for her hospitality. In those days it was the custom of the people to go “guesting” in the autumn and stay until spring. The _Sagas_ are replete with such incidents. At length this good lady became weary because of the large number of her uninvited guests from across the river. She dispatched two of her thralls in the autumn to break down the lava arch. This they did but they both lost their lives in the flood when the arch fell. The natural arch gave this stream the name of Bridge River. The illustration facing page 114 was taken from the present bridge. * * * * * Page 134,—_Galtalaekur_:—During the severe earthquake that preceded the eruption of _Hekla_ in the latter part of April 1913 these ancient buildings were entirely demolished. It was one of the oldest of Icelandic turf houses. It has sheltered nearly all the people who have ascended _Hekla_ for many generations. * * * * * Page 215,—_Skútustaðir_:—This should be derived, not from the Icelandic _skúti_, cave, but from an old Viking who settled here by the name of _Skúti_. I am indebted for this correction to Thorður Floventsson of _Svatákot_. * * * * * Page 216,—_Kraká_:—This word is more correctly derived from the Icelandic _Kraká_, the name of a witch. In Chapter XIII I derived it from _kraki_, crow or raven. The following story was related to me in 1913, while struggling along its boggy margin by my guide, Ólafur Eyvindsson. “There was a witch by the name of _Kraká_ who lived in the mountains up the valley. She became angry with a farmer over a piece of fine meadow land which he refused to convey to her under any condition. Thereupon she threatened to destroy it if he did not yield at once. He remained obstinate. Soon a river poured out from the mountains, laid waste the farm and flooded the great meadow, as may be seen to this day, especially if the traveller goes from _Skútustaðir_ to _Svatákot_, Black-River-Farm, as we are now doing. In this instance his route will be across _Graenavatn_, Green-Lake.” _Graenavatn_ is a mighty meadow with water over all of it, but so shallow that the grass stands in most places out of the water. It is only along the edge of the river, _Kraká_, where the water has thrown up the black sand, that it is possible for ponies to proceed. * * * * *