4 TRACINGS OP ICELAND AND THE FAROE ISLANDS. was this? Only because of the simple fact, that there was six thousand pounds-weiglit of gunpowder closely adjacent beneath our dormitories! Here was hazard the first to be encountered for the sake of seeing Iceland. Strange to say, all of us seemed to feel the fact as a pure ideality—much on the rule, I suppose, of De non apparentibus et non existentibus eadem, est ratio. At least, I never could observe that any one was in the slightest degree discomposed by it. In our little oblong sky-lighted mess-room, we mustered a pretty large party at meals—the captain and three lieutenants (one remaining on deck on duty), the doctor, purser, and engineer, four native and six British passengers. The hofmeister, or steward, kept a good supply of viands, and sherry and Bordeaux were never wanting at dinner. According to the custom of Denmark, drams were taken before and during all meals; and to this custom most of the British passengers seemed to accom- modate themselves fully as easily as to the narrow sleeping- places. The kindness and attention shewn to us in all possible ways by the officers, went far beyond our expectations. While perfectly well-bred, they seemed to us less stiff than English officers are generally inclined to be. Both as to bed and board, they gave us every sort of preference over themselves that politeness could suggest. Indeed, I feel almost ashamed of their extreme good-nature, even while grateful for it. It is perhaps also worthy of notice, as a circumstance marking the universal advance of true refinement, that, throughout the whole time we were together, the conversation was maintained in a tone of cheerfulness and pleasantry, without ever once shewing a tendency to overpass the bounds of a drawing-room-like propriety. What a contrast to our associations regarding the sea-life of the last century! Behold us, then, on the evening of our start, making our way out of the Firth of Forth against a light east wind, the weather rather dull and cold. The towers and steeps of lofty Edinburgh fade and sink behind us: the fertile shores of East Lothian are left on the right: the Bass, 1 sea-rock immense,’ is passed: and the pilot descends into his pinnace at the Isle of May, there to wait till some incoming vessel shall call him again into action.

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