When we recall that _zero_ on the Centigrade thermometer is the _freezing point_ these figures will correct our erroneous ideas of the extreme low temperatures which we have ever associated with _Iceland_. The lowest temperature in twenty-five years at this station was only _nine and one half degrees below zero_ on the Fahrenheit scale. During the summer of 1910 I travelled in the north and crossed the country in the vicinity of the western glaciers and the lowest temperature recorded during six weeks was 32°F. in a mountain pass in the north and the highest was 56°F. the mean for the entire time was 44°F. All these temperatures were taken in the shade at 7 A. M., Noon and 9 P. M. At the summer solstice the midnight sun is just visible in the south and at longer periods in the north on the table lands. Even after the sun has set, it is as light as day and one can read at midnight in the houses during several weeks. In a country so diversified with sea, glaciers, naked volcanoes, uplands and rivers the sunsets are glorious. Many nights have I climbed the hill back of the city at eleven to watch the sunset and to be present at the ushering in of the dawn. Below me lay the dreaming city with here and there a strolling couple by the waterside. South and east the scattered peaks of the Fire Peninsula, though twenty miles distant they seemed in the clear atmosphere to be near at hand and the purple perfect cone of _Keilir_, Tusk, stood apart, a guardian of the fire group beyond. Behind me stretched the long and precipitous table land of _Esja_, its slopes scarred and ragged and the patches of pale green sphagnum marking the location of the water pockets in the debris. It was crowned with a heavy cap of ice and the fluttering folds of fog hung over it like the bridal veil of an Icelandic maid. To the west and north is spread the broad and glimmering bay of _Faxa_ while sixty miles beyond, though appearing less than half that distance, _Snaefells Jökull_ at the head of its regiment of volcanic cones towers from the sea.