15 and sing, and bathe in the water as a remedy for various diseases. It is still visited by a few, but the confidence in its healing qualities has almost gone No doubt the cheerful company, and the still more unusual ceremony of bathing had much to do with the cures of days gone by There is one word which acts like an electric shock on these phlegmatic people—the word “ whale,” and the intelligence that a shoal of whales is approaching causes the greatest excite- ment. The whole neighbourhood, old and young, is instantly in motion, and numerous boats shoot off from the shore to intercept their retreat. They are surrounded in a semi-circle, and the fishermen endeavour to drive them into one of the fjords by throwing stones, or by beating and splashing the water with their oars Then begins the work of death. They are slaughtered by lances with blades 14 inches long, and the sea soon becomes red, amid the loud shouts of the executioners and the furious splashings of the victims. The animal is known as the grindehval, and measures from 15 to 24 feet in length, and its capture and distribution is strictly regulated by law. When they have been dragged on shore the provincial judge values them, and the amount is marked on each. One tenth of the catch is divided into three parts—one for the church, one for the priest, and one for the Danish Crown, and the poor and the schools receive one per cent The biggest fish is picked out and given to the boat which first discovered the shoal, and the lucky man who first sighted it gets the head. The remainder is divided into two parts, one of which belongs to the owner of the place where the whales were driven ashore, and the other to those who assisted in driving and and killing them. In this manner 800 were massacred in 1776, 623 in 1817, 2307 in 1872, and an old manuscript tells us, “In 1554, by the providence of God, many whales were captured ” They are anxiously looked for every autumn, but sometimes a year will pass without yielding a single whale to the tender meicies of the Faroese. We got clear of the islands next day, and although the breeze freshened some of the passengers did not, and one, as he studied the waves with pathetic interest, found himself trying to hum the old song, “Oh, dear ! what can the matter be ?”

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