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Thorvaldur Thoroddsen, memoir.
Þorvaldur Thoroddsen's memoirs never came to be more than two volumes. Childhood - Teaching and research in Iceland 1880-1898.
I took my first excursion up to Borgarfjörður in 1871, when Páll Blöndal lived at Hvítárvellir.
I accompanied him from Reykjavík on the evening of July 1st at 11 pm, and we landed
We were in a large group of schoolboys on their way home. The journey was very difficult, as
and then it was crowded, and the journey was rough, both because some were drunk, which
They set off, and most of them had to get dirty on the way. One had to be left behind.
A horse-drawn carriage passed by Ártún, he could get no further, and with him another man who was more skilled.
There was some fighting and sleeping at Svínaskarð, and there all the horses were lost, but were found.
but quickly back up the pass. At Möðruvellir there was a feast again, eating skyr and drinking heavily,
The pit was always in the air, as long as there was something. Then we rode as far as the road allowed.
around Hvalfjörður, we didn't get any tide*), but we got a bit of rain in the gullies and climbs
for Þyril, and we became flesh-wet, for defenses were of no use, anger was very much in
Many are in disarray, their harnesses and straps are always breaking and the horses are very uneven. I
I never tasted wine, never while I was at school, and I didn't participate in wine drinking.
the others, was wet and very sleepy, and had a hard time hanging on to the horse, falling over
and we. We were in this coolness all day on July 2nd and until 2 a.m. the next night, then
We finally reached Hvítárvellir, having separated from the others at Hesthásli.
Þorvaldur Thoroddsen's memoirs never came to be more than two volumes. Childhood - Teaching and research in Iceland 1880-1898.
I took my first excursion up to Borgarfjörður in 1871, when Páll Blöndal lived at Hvítárvellir.
I accompanied him from Reykjavík on the evening of July 1st at 11 pm, and we landed
We were in a large group of schoolboys on their way home. The journey was very difficult, as
and then it was crowded, and the journey was rough, both because some were drunk, which
They set off, and most of them had to get dirty on the way. One had to be left behind.
A horse-drawn carriage passed by Ártún, he could get no further, and with him another man who was more skilled.
There was some fighting and sleeping at Svínaskarð, and there all the horses were lost, but were found.
but quickly back up the pass. At Möðruvellir there was a feast again, eating skyr and drinking heavily,
The pit was always in the air, as long as there was something. Then we rode as far as the road allowed.
around Hvalfjörður, we didn't get any tide*), but we got a bit of rain in the gullies and climbs
for Þyril, and we became flesh-wet, for defenses were of no use, anger was very much in
Many are in disarray, their harnesses and straps are always breaking and the horses are very uneven. I
I never tasted wine, never while I was at school, and I didn't participate in wine drinking.
the others, was wet and very sleepy, and had a hard time hanging on to the horse, falling over
and we. We were in this coolness all day on July 2nd and until 2 a.m. the next night, then
We finally reached Hvítárvellir, having separated from the others at Hesthásli.