‘While we were riding through this intricate country, Holyfell had been hidden from us, except for a dip or breach now and then; but all at once, turning a corner of some dyke we come upon it: the front of that dry-land and island grey pillars of rock with green slopes breaking away from them, and in front of it facing east a stead and church’ (IJ p 119).
‘ . . . the Helgafell and church associated with the Eyrbyggia saga with Gudrun's grave at it’ (Martin Stott).
‘There are so many houses here that to our unaccustomed eyes it looks quite a town: they are mostly neat wooden ones with trim closes and gardens about them; we ride up to one of the biggest of them where is a sort of a yard, and store-houses, and Magnússon asks for Mr. Thorlacius, a kinsman of his wife’s, who lives here . . .’ (IJ p 120).