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Then they talked gaily and drank together.

      At last Yule was coming near. Eric went about the house gloomy then. One day Thorfinn put his hand on Eric's shoulder and said:

      "Something is troubling you, Eric. We have all noticed that you are not gay as you used to be. Tell me what is the matter."

      "You have carried yourselves like noble men in my house," Eric answered. "I am proud to have you for guests. Now I am ashamed that you should not find a house worthy of you. I am ashamed that when you leave me you will have to say that you never spent a worse Yule than you did with Eric the Red in Greenland. For my cupboards are empty."

      "Oh, that is easily mended," Thorfinn said. "No house could feed eighty men so long and not feel it. I never knew so generous a host before. But I have flour and grain and mead in my boat. You are welcome to all of it. You have only to open the doors of your own storehouses. It is a little gift."

      So Eric used those things, and there was never a merrier Yule feast than in his house that winter.

      When Yule was over, Thorfinn said to Eric:

      "Gudrid is a beautiful and wise woman. I wish to have her for my wife."

      "You seem to be a man worthy of her," Eric said.

      So that winter Gudrid and Thorfinn were married and lived at Eric's house.

      One day Thorfinn said to Eric:

      "I have heard much of this wonderful Wineland since I have been here. It seems to me that it is worth while to go and see more of it."

      "My son Thorstein and I tried it once," said Eric. "It was the year after Leif came back. We set out with a fair ship and with glad hearts, but we tossed about all summer on the sea and got nowhere. We were wet with storm, lean with hunger and illness, and heartsick at our bad luck."

      "And yet," Thorfinn said, "another time we might have better weather. I have never seen so fair a land as this seems to be."

      Then he went to Leif and talked long with him. Leif told him in what direction he had sailed to come home, and how the shores looked that he had passed.

      "I think I could find my way," Thorfinn said. "My heart moves me to try this frolic."

      He spoke to Gudrid about it.

      "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Let us go. It is long since I felt a boat leaping under me. I am tired of sitting still. I want to feel the warm days and see the soft grass and the high trees and taste the grapes of this Wineland the Good."

      Then he talked with his men and with Biarni.

      "We are ready," they all said. "We are only waiting for a leader."

      "Then let us go!" cried Thorfinn.

      So in the spring they fitted up their two ships and put into them provisions and a few cattle. Some of Eric's men also got ready a boat, so that three ships set sail from Eric's harbor carrying one hundred and sixty men to Wineland. As they started, Gudrid stood on the deck and sang:

      "I will feast my eyes on new things—

       On mighty trees and purple grapes,

       On beds of flowers and soft grass.

       I will sun myself in a warm land."

      They sailed on and past those shores that Leif had spoken of. Whenever they saw any interesting place they sailed in and looked about and rested there.

      They had gone far south, past many fair shores with woods on them, when Gudrid said one day:

      "This is a beautiful bay with a smooth, green field by it, and the great mountains far back. I should like to stay there for a little while."

      So they sailed in and drew their ships up on shore. They put up the awnings in them.

      "These shall be our houses," Thorfinn said.

      They were strange-looking houses—shining dragons with gay backs lying on the yellow sand. Near them the Norsemen lighted fires and cooked their supper. That night they slept in the ships. In the morning Gudrid said:

      "I long to see what is back of that mountain."

      So they all climbed it. When they stood on the top they could see far over the country.

      "There is a lake that we must see," Thorfinn said.

      "I should like to sail around that bay," said Biarni, pointing.

      "I am going to walk up that valley yonder," one of the men said.

      And everyone saw some place where he would like to go. So for all that summer they camped in that spot and went about the country seeing new things. They hunted in the woods and caught rabbits and birds and sometimes bears and deer. Every day some men rowed out to sea and fished. There was an island in the bay where thousands of birds had their nests. The men gathered eggs here.

      "We have more to eat than we had in Greenland or Iceland," Thorfinn said, "and need not work at all. It is all play."

      Near the end of summer Thorfinn spoke to his comrades.

      "Have we not seen everything here? Let us go to a new place. We have not yet found grapes."

      Thorfinn and Biarni and all their men sailed south again. But some of Eric's men went off in their boat another way. Years afterward the Greenlanders heard that they were shipwrecked and made slaves in Ireland.

      After Thorfinn and Biarni had sailed for many days they landed on a low, green place. There were hills around it. A little lake was there.

      "What is growing on those hillsides?" Thorfinn said, shading his eyes with his hand.

      He and some others ran up there. The people on shore heard them shout. Soon they came running back with their hands full of something.

      "Grapes! Grapes!" they were shouting.

      All those people sat down and ate the grapes and then went to the hillside and picked more.

      "Now we are indeed in Wineland," they said. "It is as wonderful as Leif's stories. Surely we must stay here for a long time."

      The very next day they went into the woods and began to cut out lumber. The huts that they built were little things. They had no windows, and in the doorways the men hung their cloaks instead of doors.

      "We can be out in the air so much in this warm country," said Gudrid, "that we do not need fine houses."

      The huts were scattered all about, some on the side of the lake, some at the shore of the harbor, some on the hillside. Gudrid had said:

      "I want to live by the lake where I can look into the green woods and hear sweet bird-noises."

      So Thorfinn built his hut there.

      As they sat about the campfire one night, Biarni said:

      "It is strange that so good a land should be empty. I suppose that these are the first houses that were ever built in Wineland. It is wonderful to think that we are alone here in this great land."

      All that winter no snow fell. The cattle pastured on the grass.

      "To think of the cold, frozen winters in Greenland!" Gudrid said. "Oh! this is the sun's own land."

      In the beginning of that winter a little son was born to Gudrid and Thorfinn.

      "A health to the first Winelander!" the men shouted and drank down their wine; for they had made some from Wineland grapes.

      "Will he be the father of a great country, as Ingolf was?" Biarni mused.

      Gudrid looked at her baby and smiled.

      "You will be as sunny as this good land, I hope," she said.

      They named him Snorri. He grew fast and soon crept along the yellow sand, and toddled among the grapevines, and climbed into the boats and learned to talk. The men

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