letters from high latitudes-第27章
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n band； so that thou couldst not find the means to undo it。 After that thou struckest at me three times with the hammer。 The first stroke was the weakest； and it had been my death had it hit me。 Thou sawest by my castle a rock； with three deep square holes； of which one was very deep： those were the marks of thy hammer。 The rock I placed in the way of the blow； without thy perceiving it。
〃'So also in the games； when thou contendedst with my courtiers。 When Lopt made his essay； the fact was this： he was very hungry； and ate voraciously； but he who was called Loge； was FIRE； which consumed the trough as well as the meat。 And Huge （mind） was my THOUGHT with which Thjalfe ran a race； and it was impossible for him to match it in speed。 When thou drankest from the horn； and thoughtest that its contents grew no less； it was； notwithstanding； a great marvel； such as I never believed could have taken place。 The one end of the horn stood in the sea； which thou didst not perceive； and when thou comest to the shore thou wilt see how much the ocean has diminished by what thou hast drunk。 MEN WILL CALL IT THE EBB。
〃'Further；' said he； 'most remarkable did it seem to me that thou liftedst the cat； and in truth all became terrified when they saw that thou liftedst one of its feet from the ground。 For it was no cat； as it seemed unto thee； but the great serpent that lies coiled round the world。 Scarcely had he length that his tail and head might reach the earth； and thou liftedst him so high up that it was but a little way to heaven。 That was a marvellous wrestling that thou wrestledst with Ella （old age）； for never has there been any one； nor shall there ever be； let him approach what great age he will； that Ella shall not overcome。
〃'Now we must part； and it is best for us on both sides that you do not often come to me； but if it should so happen； I shall defend my castle with such other arts that you shall not be able to effect anything against me。'
〃When Thor heard this discourse he grasped his hammer and lifted it into the air； but as he was about to strike he saw Utgard Loke nowhere。 Then he turned back to the castle to destroy it； and he saw only a beautiful and wide plain； but no castle。〃
So ends the story of Thor's journey to Jotunheim。
It was now just upon the stroke of midnight。 Ever since leaving England； as each four…and…twenty hours we climbed up nearer to the pole； the belt of dusk dividing day from day had been growing narrower and narrower； until having nearly reached the Arctic circle； this；the last night we were to traverse；had dwindled to a thread of shadow。 Only another half…dozen leagues more； and we would stand on the threshold of a four months' day！ For the few preceding hours clouds had completely covered the heavens； except where a clear interval of sky； that lay along the northern horizon； promised a glowing stage for the sun's last obsequies。 But like the heroes of old he had veiled his face to die； and it was not until he dropped down to the sea that the whole hemisphere overflowed with glory and the gilded pageant concerted for his funeral gathered in slow procession round his grave； reminding one of those tardy honours paid to some great prince of song； wholeft during life to languish in a garretis buried by nobles in Westminster Abbey。 A few minutes more the last fiery segment had disappeared beneath the purple horizon； and all was over。
〃The king is deadthe king is deadthe king is dead！ Long live the king！〃 And up from the sea that had just entombed his sire； rose the young monarch of a new day； while the courtier clouds； in their ruby robes； turned faces still aglow with the favours of their dead lord； to borrow brighter blazonry from the smile of a new master。
A fairer or a stranger spectacle than the last Arctic sunset cannot well be conceived： Evening and Morninglike kinsmen whose hearts some baseless feud has kept asunder clasping hands across the shadow of the vanished night。
You must forgive me if sometimes I become a little magniloquent；for really； amid the grandeur of that fresh primaeval world； it was almost impossible to prevent one's imagination from absorbing a dash of the local colouring。 We seemed to have suddenly waked up among the colossal scenery of Keats' Hyperion。 The pulses of young Titans beat within our veins。 Time itself；no longer frittered down into paltry divisions；had assumed a more majestic aspect。 We had the appetite of giantswas it unnatural we should also adopt 〃the large utterance of the early gods？〃
As the 〃Reine Hortense〃 could not carry coals sufficient for the entire voyage we had set out upon； it had been arranged that the steamer 〃Saxon〃 should accompany her as a tender； and the Onunder Fiord； on the north…west coast of the island； had been appointed as the place of rendezvous。 Suddenly wheeling round therefore to the right we quitted the open sea； and dived down a long grey lane of water that ran on as far as the eye could reach between two lofty ranges of porphyry and amygdaloid。 The conformation of these mountains was most curious： it looked as if the whole district was the effect of some prodigious crystallization； so geometrical was the outline of each particular hill； sometimes rising cube…like； or pentagonal； but more generally built up into a perfect pyramid； with stairs mounting in equal gradations to the summit。 Here and there the cone of the pyramid would be shaven off； leaving it flat…topped like a Babylonian altar or Mexican teocalli； and as the sun's level rays；shooting across above our heads in golden rafters from ridge to ridge；smote brighter on some loftier peak behind； you might almost fancy you beheld the blaze of sacrificial fires。 The peculiar symmetrical appearance of these rocks arises from the fact of their being built up in layers of trap； alternating with Neptunian beds； the disintegrating action of snow and frost on the more exposed strata having gradually carved their sides into flights of terraces。
It is in these Neptunian beds that the famous surturbrand is found； a species of bituminous timber； black and shining like pitch coal； but whether belonging to the common carboniferous system； or formed from ancient drift…wood； is still a point of dispute among the learned。 In this neighbourhood considerable quantities both of zerlite and chabasite are also found； but； generally speaking； Iceland is less rich in minerals than one would suppose； opal； calcedony； amethyst； malachite； obsidian； agate； and feldspar； being the principal。 Of sulphur the supply is inexhaustible。
After steaming down for several hours between these terraced hills； we at last reached the extremity of the fiord； where we found the 〃Saxon〃 looking like a black sea…dragon coiled up at the bottom of his den。 Up fluttered a signal to the mast…head of the corvette； and blowing off her steam； she wore round upon her heel； to watch the effects of her summons。 As if roused by the challenge of an intruder； the sleepy monster seemed suddenly to bestir itself； and then pouring out volumes of sulphureous breath； set out with many an angry snort in pursuit of the rash troubler of its solitude。 At least； such I am sure might have been the notion of the poor peasant inhabitants of two or three cottages I saw scattered here and there along the loch； as； startled from their sleep； they listened to the stertorous breathing of the long snake…like ships； and watched them glide past with magic motion along the glassy surface of the water。 Of course the novelty and excitement of all we had been witnessing had put sleep and bedtime quite out of our thoughts： but it was already six o'clock in the morning； it would require a considerable time to get out of the fiord； and in a few hours after we should be within the Arctic circle； so that if we were to have any sleep at allnow was the time。 Acting on these considerations； we all three turned in； and for the next half…dozen hours I lay dreaming of a great funeral among barren mountains； where white bears in peers' robes were the pall…bearers； and a sea…dragon chief…mourner。 When we came on deck again； the northern extremity of Iceland lay leagues away on our starboard quarter； faintly swimming through the haze； up overhead bla
