O. J. OLSEN by O. J. Olsen

Pacific Press Publishing Association

FromSigns of the Times, Harvest Ingathering Number

O. J. OLSEN

By O. J. Olsen

From Iceland

O. J. OLSEN

THE first glimpse of Iceland raises the question, Can a person live there? For miles from the shore, one can see nothing but snow and ice. But it takes only a short sojourn to demonstrate that not all is snow and ice, for there is warmth and hospitality in the hearts of the Icelanders.

There are no trees, no railways, and but few roads. Our only means of transportation are the little Icelandic ponies in summer, and strong legs in winter. Our worst enemy is the snowstorm, which is sure to bewilder the traveler, and cause him to lose his way unless he has a compass.

The people here appreciate our bringing them the gospel. Often they say: "What would have become of us had you not come to us with the blessed truth of the gospel? Send our greetings to those who sent you to us."

We are not many in Iceland, and Greenland is right by us unentered. We need help.