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Welcome to Shetland. You shall come to my house and rest your legs from ship-going and fill your stomachs. I hunger for news of Norway."

      So they went to his house and stayed there for three days. And good it seemed to be near a fire and in a quiet bed and before a steaming platter. When they went to the shore to start off again, the Shetland man had his thralls carry a keg of ale and a great kettle of cooked meat and put them into the ship.

      "Think of me when you eat this," he said.

      Then the Norsemen put to sea again and sailed for a long time.

      One day a terrible storm came up; the sky was black; the wind howled through the ship. Great waves leaped in the sea.

      "Down with the sail and out with the oars!" Ingolf shouted.

      So the men furled the sail and took down the mast and laid it along the bottom of the boat. As they worked, one man was washed overboard and drowned. The men sat down to row, but the tumbling waves tossed the boat about and poured over her and broke three of the oars. But still the men held on. They were wet to the skin and were cold, and their arms and legs ached with the hard work, and they were hungry from the long waiting, but not one face was white with fear.

      "Ran, in her caves under sea, wants us for company to-night," Ingolf laughed.

      So they tossed about all night, but in the morning the wind died down. Great waves still rolled, and for days the sea was rough, but they could put up the sail. Then one day Leif, as he sat in the pilot's seat, jumped to his feet and sang:

      "To eyes grown tired with looking far,

       All at once appeared an island,

       A stretching-place for sea-legs,

       A quiet bed for backs grown stiff

       On rowing-bench on rolling sea.

       A place to build a red fire

       And thaw the blood that sea-winds froze."

      But when they came near they saw no place to land. The island was like a mountain of rock standing out of the water. The sides were steep and smooth. They sailed around it, but found no place to climb up.

      "There are many other islands here," said Leif. "We will try another."

      So he steered to another. It, too, was a steep rock, but one side sloped down to the water and was green with grass.

      "Oh, I have not seen anything so good as that green grass since I looked into my mother's face," one man said.

      There was a little harbor there. The men rowed in and quickly jumped out and put the rollers under the ship and pulled her upon shore. Then they threw themselves down on the grass and rolled and stretched their arms and shouted for joy. After that they built a fire and warmed themselves and cooked a meal and ate like wolves. They slept there that night.

      In the morning before Ingolf's men started away they were standing high up on the hillside, looking about. They saw no houses on any of the islands, but they saw smoke rise from one hillside.

      "Some other men, like us, weary of the sea and stopping to rest," said Ingolf.

      They saw the island that they had sailed around the night before.

      "There can surely be nothing but birds' nests on top of that," Sighvat said.

      "Look!" cried another, pointing.

      Men were standing on the flat top of that island. They were letting a boat down the steep side with ropes. When it struck the water, they made a rope fast to the rock and slid down it into the ship and sailed off.

      "Some robber vikings from Scotland or Ireland," laughed Leif. "It is a good hiding place for treasure."

      Soon Ingolf and his men got into their ship and were off. Old Sighvat grumbled.

      "Is this land not new enough and empty enough and far enough? I am tired of sea, sea, sea, and nothing else."

      "We started for Iceland," said Ingolf, "and I will not stop before I come there. I have a vow. Did you make none, Sighvat?"

      Then they were on the water again for weeks with no sight of land.

      "Oh! I would give my right hand to see a dragon pawing the water off there and to fling a word to its men," Sighvat said.

      "No hope of that," replied Ingolf. "Only three dragons before ours have ever swept this water, and men are not sailing this way for pleasure or riches."

      So only the desolate sea stretched around them. Sometimes it was smooth and shining under the sun. Often it was torn by winds, and a gray sky hung over it, and the men were drenched with rain. Once they ran into a fog. For three days and nights they could not see sun or stars to steer by. They forgot which way was north. When after three days the fog lifted, they found that they had been going in the wrong direction, and they had to turn around and sail all that weary way over again. But at last one afternoon they saw a white cloud resting on the water far off. As they sailed toward it, it grew into long stretches of black, hilly shore with a blue ice mountain rising from it. The sun was going down behind that mountain, and long lines of pink and of shining green, and great purple shadows streaked the blue.

      "It is Iceland!" shouted the men.

      "It is like Asgard the Shining," Ingolf said.

      But it was still far off. Men can see a long way there because the air is so clear. So Ingolf and his people sailed on for hours and at last came into a harbor. A little green valley sloped up from it. On one side was the bright ice mountain. Back of it were bare black and red hills. In that valley Ingolf and his men drew up their boat and camped. At supper that night one of the men said:

      "I almost think I never felt a fire before or had warm food in my mouth."

      The men laughed.

      "It is four months since we left Norway," Ingolf said. "Few men have ever been on the sea so long."

      That night they put up the awning in the boat and slept under it.

      After that some men went fishing every day in the rowboat that they had. And Ingolf took others, and they sailed along the shore, seeing what kind of a land this was. But winter began to come on. Then Ingolf said:

      "Remember what Floki said of the ice and the rough sea in winter. Soon we cannot sail any longer. Let us choose a place to stay and build a hut there and cut hay for our cattle."

      So they did. Their hut was a little mean thing of stones and turf. They kept the cattle and the hay in it. Sometimes they slept there, when it was very cold. But most of the time they ate and slept by a great bonfire out of doors where it was clean. Leif said:

      "I like the cold air of the sea better than the bad-smelling air of a house, even though it is warm."

      Now every day Ingolf and Leif and some of the men walked about the island. At night they all sat around the campfire and talked of what they had seen during the day.

      "This is surely a wonderful land," Ingolf said once. "It is at the same time like Niflheim and like Asgard. Here is a spot green and soft, a sweet cradle for men. Next it is a mountain of ice where men would freeze to death. And next to that is a hill of rock that seems to have come out of some great fire. Yesterday I saw a cave on the seashore. The door of it was big enough for a giant. The waves broke at the doorstep. A terrible roaring came from the cave. I think it is the home of a giant. I think that giants of fire and giants of frost made this island. I have seen great basins in the rocks filled with warm water. They looked like giants' bath-tubs. I have seen boiling water shoot up out of the ground. I have walked, and have felt and heard a great rumbling under me as though some giant were sleeping there and turning over in his sleep. One day I stood on a mountain and looked inland. There was a wide desert of sand and black and red rock with nothing growing on it. The fierce wind blew dirt into my eyes, and the cold of it froze the marrow in my bones. When I have seen these things I have cursed the country, and have said: 'The gods hate Iceland. I will not stay here.' But then I have walked through

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