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Not many hours will elapse before you will see the ground swell like a molehill; an eruption will ensue, and you will be the happy possessor of a Stromboli of your own! Volcanoes of Iceland Mount Hecla Earliest Eruption Great Eruption in 1845 Skaptar Yokul Terrible Eruption in 1783 Rise and Disappearance of Nyoe Katlugaia The Geysers A very hot Bath Californian Geysers Iceland-spar Jan Mayen
About a month before this great eruption of Skaptar Yokul, a volcanic island was thrown up from the sea, at a distance of about seventy miles from Iceland. So great was the quantity of ashes and dross ejected from its crater, that it overspread the sea to a distance of a hundred and fifty miles, forming a crust which obstructed the progress of ships.
There are several others; and from one of them, named Skaptar Yokul, there was, in the year 1783, an eruption still more violent than that from Hecla above described. It began on the 8th of June, and raged with little abatement till the end of August, whence onward it continued, but with less violence, till the following year.
On the eleventh day we sighted Cape Portland, over which towered Mount Myrdals Yokul, which, the weather being clear, we made out very readily. The cape itself is nothing but a huge mount of granite standing naked and alone to meet the Atlantic waves. The <i>Valkyrie</i> kept off the coast, steering to the westward. On all sides were to be seen whole "schools" of whales and sharks.
Spring is waking, and the Yokul lifts on high his glittering shield, Far and wide in sunny splendor gleams the ice-engirded field, And the swelling freshet murmurs gay spring-ditties as it flows, Till its noisy life it mingles in the ocean's grand repose; And in silence, Dream-fraught silence, O'er its course the billows close.
The cave is in the form of a tunnel a mile or more in length, with innumerable ramifications, in the lava which has flowed from the Bald Yökul. It lies on the edge of the uninhabited waste called the Arnavatns-heidi, in a district described by Captain Forbes as distorted and devilish, a cast-iron sea of lava.
So the parish-people told me; and as years went rolling by Oft they saw him sadly staring on the flaming sunset sky; Watched the purple-stainèd Yokul, half in joy and half in pain, As if hoped he there to see her coming back to earth again; Mourned his silence, Fateful silence, That had rent two lives atwain.
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