So he managed to get the bridle off his head, and leapt into the precipice. (bls. 89)
After a while they came to a waterfall, up which the monster leaped with a spring that made the land tremble for a while (bls. 73)
No sooner had I stretched forth mine in return, than she grasped it tightly, and leaping from the shore into the skiff with me, rowed it swiftly to a small island which stood in the midst of the lake. (bls. 54) bls. 55
And purchased another in a dark and dismal valley, over which the sun seldom shone in summer and never in winter, and in the darkest and gloomiest recess intended to take up her abode. http://baekur.is/bok/000197449/1/8/Icelandic/?iabr=on#page/Blaðsíða+18++(24+/+308)/mode/2up
“Then the whole troop rode between Arnór and the farm, and drove him back.” Túngustapi, bls. 35-41, mynd bls. 39 Icelandic Legends collected by Jón Árnason. Translated by George E. J. Powell and Eiríkur Magússon. London, Richard Bentley, 1864. Myndir: Worms, Zwecker, Powell, &c.