Transcription: We left Reykjavik with Hans walking at a steady, rapid and unvarying step. He was followed by two horses carrying our luggage. My uncle and I came behind, mounted on small but vigorous horses. The journey lasted many days, during which my uncle partly confided in Hans and told him it was his intention to explore the volcano to its limits. Hans listened calmly, then nodded his head. To bury himself in the vowels of the earth, or to travel to its summits, was all the same to him. But one thought began to trouble me. We had seen no evidence to prove that Snifells was really extinct. What proof wa ...
