Lonely and grand in the north Atlantic rise the storm-scarred cliffs of Faroe. They are the stepping stones to Iceland and as such were used as a resting place by the first mariners of these waters.
CHAPTER IV
FAROE
“And still the eye may faint resemblance trace
In the blue eye, tall form, proportion fair,
The limbs athletic, and the long light hair,—
(Such was the mien, as Scald and Minstrel sings,
Of fair-haired Harold, first of Norway’s Kings);
But their high deeds to scale these crags confined,