settling down—hake proves that his arms, as well as his legs, are good—a wonderful fishing incident, which ends in a scene between freydissa and krake.

the little hamlet on the vinland lake, which had been so long silent and deserted, resounded from that time forth with the voices and activities of energetic labourers, for these adventurous norsemen had much to do before their new home could be made comfortable.

the forest and undergrowth around had to be cleared; the huts, of which there were six, had to be cleaned out, fitted up with new parchment in the windows—for there was no glass in those days—and new thatch on the roofs, besides being generally repaired; additional huts had to be built for the people, pens for the sheep, and stabling for the cattle, all of which implied felling and squaring timber, while the smaller articles of household furniture and fittings kept the people generally in full occupation. of course a party had to be told off as hunters for the community, while another party were set to attend to the nets in the lake, and a third, under the special charge of karlsefin, went out at intervals to scour the woods, with the double purpose of procuring food and investigating the character and resources of the new land.

in regard to this last these settlers had every reason to be satisfied. the country appeared to be boundless in extent, and was pleasantly diversified in form; the waters teemed with fish, the land was rich with verdure, and the forests swarmed with game, large and small.

one day karlsefin and biarne, attended by hake and several men, went out for a ramble of exploration in the direction of the small river, or branch of the large river, mentioned in a previous chapter. some of the party were armed with bows and arrows, others had spears, the leader and his friend carried short spears or javelins. all wore their swords and iron head-pieces, and carried shields. indeed, no party was ever allowed to go beyond the neighbourhood of the settlement without being fully armed, for although no natives had yet been seen, it was quite possible, nay, highly probable, that when they did appear, their arrival would be sudden and unexpected.

as they advanced, they heard a rustle of leaves behind a knoll, and next instant a large deer bounded across their path. karlsefin hurled his spear with sudden violence, and grazed its back. biarne flung his weapon and missed it. there was an exclamation of disappointment among the men, which, however, was turned into a cheer of satisfaction when hake let fly an arrow and shot it through the heart. so forcibly was the shaft sent that it passed quite through the animal, and stood, bloodstained and quivering, in the stem of a tree beyond, while the deer leaped its own height into the air, and fell stone-dead upon the sward.

“a brave shot—excellently done!” exclaimed karlsefin, turning to the young scot with a look of admiration; “and not the first or second time i have seen thee do something of the same sort, from which i conclude that it is not chance, but that your hand is always quick, and your eye generally true. is it not so?”

“i never miss my mark,” said hake.

“how now? you never miss your mark? it seems to me, young man, that though your air is modest, your heart and words are boastful.”

“i never boast,” replied hake gravely.

“say you so?” cried karlsefin energetically, glancing round among the trees. “come, clear yourself in this matter. see you yonder little bird on the topmost branch of that birch-tree that overhangs the stream? it is a plain object, well defined against the sky. touch it if you can.”

“that little bird,” said hake, without moving, “is not my mark. i never make a mark of the moon, nor yet of an object utterly beyond the compass of my shafts.”

“well, it is considerably out of range,” returned karlsefin, laughing; “but come, i will test you. see you the round knot on the stem of yonder pine? it is small truly, so small that i can barely see it, nevertheless it is not more than half a bow-shot off. do you object to make that your mark?”

the words had scarcely left his lips when an arrow stood quivering in the knot referred to.

with an exclamation and look of surprise karlsefin said it must have been a chance, and biarne seemed inclined to hold the same opinion; but while they were yet speaking, hake planted another arrow close by the side of the first.

“once more, hake,” said krake, who stood close behind the archer; “there’s a saying in ireland that there’s good fortune in odd numbers: try it again.”

the scot readily complied, and sent a third shaft into the knot, with its head touching the heads of the other two arrows.

“enough, enough, your arms are as good as your legs,” said karlsefin. “ye are a valuable thrall, hake, and leif ericsson has reason to be grateful to king olaf of norway for his gift.—here, two of you, sling that deer on a pole and bear it to gudrid. tell her how deftly it was brought down, and relate what you have seen just now. and hark ’ee,” he added, with a peculiar smile, “there is no occasion to say anything about what occurred before the successful shot. it always adds to the value of a good story that it be briefly as well as pithily told, and disencumbered from unnecessary details. a wise tongue is that which knows when to wag and when to lie still.—come, biarne, we will proceed in our examination of this stream.”

leaving behind them the two men who were to return to the huts with the deer, they proceeded down the banks of little river, until they came to the pool where hake and his brother had seen the salmon leap. on the way down, however, the leader had been convinced of the fact that many salmon were there, having seen several rise, and observed others passing over some of the pebbly shallows.

“it was here, was it not,” asked biarne, “that you and your brother saw the salmon leaping on the occasion of your first visit?”

“it was,” replied hake.

“at what part of the pool?”

“just below the tail of the island, where the water is deep, and rolls with numberless oily ripples.”

“ha! a likely spot,” said karlsefin.

at that moment a salmon leaped out of the pool, as if to assure him that hake’s statement was true, and immediately afterwards another fish rose and flourished its fan-like tail, as if to make assurance doubly sure.

for some time they went about examining that part of the river, which, the reader will remember, has been described as being divided for some distance by a long island into two streams, which again united after spreading out into a broad rippling shallow. here biarne was very silent and very close in his inspection of the bed of the river, particularly at the top and lower end of the island.

“it appears to me as if some plan were rolling in your head, biarne,” said karlsefin; “what may it be?”

“truly a plan is forming in my brain. simple enough too, only the details require consideration.”

“well, we must now return home, so we can discuss it on the way.”

“you know of our custom in iceland,” said biarne, as they retraced their steps, “in regard to a river which is similar to this in the matter of having two channels—they shut off the water from one channel and catch the fish when the bed is dry.”

“know it? ay, i know it well; why, man, how comes it that this did not occur to me before? we will have it tried, and that without delay. what is worth doing at all is worth doing at once, unless it can be clearly shown that there shall be distinct gain by delay. as this cannot be shown on the present occasion we will begin to-morrow.”

accordingly, in pursuance of this resolve, karlsefin went down to the island on little river with a large party of men, and set to work. biarne undertook to superintend what may be termed the engineering operations, and thorward, who was a handy fellow, directed the mechanical details.

first of all, biarne fixed on the spot at the top of the island where a dam was to be thrown across the right branch of the stream—that being the channel which was to be run dry—and planned the direction in which it was to be placed and the form it was to take. then strong stakes were driven into the bed of the river all across the head of that branch. while this was being done thorward marked off some tall straight trees in the forest, and set men to cut them down, while karlsefin directed, and with his own hands aided, a party appointed to collect large piles of earth, sand, stones, mud, and branches, on the river’s bank.

although the men were numerous and active, the work was so extensive that it was sunset before all the stakes were driven, the first of the heavy logs laid down in the bed of the stream, and the rest of the material collected in readiness on the banks. having completed these preparations they returned to the huts and made arrangements for a grand effort on the following day.

early in the morning nearly the whole body of the people set off to little river, leaving the settlement in charge of one or two men who chanced at that time to be sick. of course olaf was with them, armed with a huge iron hook fastened to the end of a stout pole. all the women also went, being quite as anxious as the men to witness the sport.

the island reached, karlsefin divided his party into two bands. the smaller body, numbering about twenty-five, were stationed in the water at the lower end of the channel, at equal distances from each other, so as to extend from the tail of the island to the right bank of the stream. these carried strong poles about seven feet long, and were placed there to frighten back any fish that might attempt to rush down the river. the rest of the men went in a body to the dam, and there awaited orders.

when all was ready karlsefin said to them— “my lads, if we would act well we must act together. here is the plan on which you are to proceed. on getting the word from biarne to begin, you will all set to work to dam up the water, right across from this bank to the head of the island. you see that we have already done the work in part, so that it only requires to be completed, and to have the centre gap stopped up. that will be the difficult point, for the great rush of water will be there, and you will have to do it quickly—to heave in the logs and stones and rubbish, not forgetting the branches and the turf, which will keep all together—as if your very lives depended on your speed. a certain number of you, who shall be told off presently, will do your best at the same time to deepen the channel of the other branch of the stream. when this is done you will have a little breathing space, for doubtless the water will take a little time to run off. you will take advantage of this time to get your hooks and poles and landing-nets in readiness. for the rest your own sense will guide you.—now, biarne, tell off the men and go to work.”

reader, you should have seen the countenance of little olaf ericsson when all this was being said and done! many a time had he seen nets hauled and fish taken, and often had he dreamt of netting whales and other sea-monsters, but never before had he imagined such a thing as laying the bed of a river dry; and his exuberant fancy depicted to him scenes which it is not possible to describe. his visage glowed, and his large blue eyes glared with excitement, while his little bosom heaved and his heart beat high with expectation.

this condition of course increased tenfold when he saw the men cast off more or less of their upper garments and spring to the work with the energy of lunatics. in his own small way he carried logs and branches and mud and stones till he was as dirty and dishevelled as the best of them; and when gudrid looked horrified at him, and said that it would be next to impossible to clean him, he burst into such a fit of laughter that he lost his balance, fell head over heels into the river, which was only knee-deep at the place, and came out more than half-washed in a moment!

“you see it won’t be so difficult as you think,” he cried, laughing and gasping when he emerged; “another plunge like that would make me quite clean, aunty.”

“ho! olaf, were you after a salmon?” cried swend, as he passed with a large log on his shoulder.

“not i, swend; it was a whale i was after.”

“you don’t say that, boy?” cried krake, in a tone of admiration. “was he a big one?”

“oh! frightful—so big that—that—i couldn’t see him all.”

“couldn’t see him at all? ah, then, he was a big one, sure. the things we can’t see at all are always the most wonderful.”

“foolish boy,” said gudrid; “come, i will wring the water out of your clothes.”

“’tis hardly worth while, aunty,” said olaf, coming on shore; “i’ll be as wet, as ever in a few minutes.”

the careful gudrid nevertheless wrung as much water out of his dripping garments as was possible without taking them off. by the time this was done the dam had been completed, and the men stood on the banks of the river wiping off and wringing out the superabundant mud and water from their clothes, besides getting ready hooks, nets, and staves. some of the nets were several fathoms in length. others were small bags fastened to wooden rings at the end of long poles.

presently a shout was heard from the men at the lower end of the pool, and they were seen to use their staves smartly several times, as some of the fish, alarmed no doubt at the strange doings above, endeavoured to shoot down the river. ere long the stony ground on which these men stood became a rippling shallow, and, soon afterwards, a neck of land connecting the lower end of the island with the shore. they therefore abandoned it and rejoined their comrades higher up. the fish were now imprisoned in a pool, retreat having been effectually cut off above and below, and the whole river diverted into the bed of its left branch.

as the water lowered it became obvious that the pool thus isolated was absolutely swarming with salmon, for they could be seen darting hither and thither in shoals, making for the deeper parts of the pool, and jostling one another under stones. gradually little islets began to appear as the water continued to sink, and then the fish seemed to be seized with a panic. they shot like silver arrows from bank to bank—up the pool and down again, as if enjoying a piscatorial country dance, or, in blind flight, rushed clear out upon the pebbly islets, in half dozens at a time, where they leaped, slid, twirled, and bounded frantically, in what bore some resemblance to a piscatorial reel. then, slipping into the water again, and recovering their fins and tails, they shot away to encounter similar misfortune elsewhere, or to thrust their noses under stones, and—entertaining the same delusive notions that are said to characterise the ostrich—imagine that they were not seen!

by degrees the islets enlarged until they joined here and there, and, finally, the state of things being inverted, the bed of the stream became a series of little ponds, which were absolutely boiling with fish—not unlike, as krake remarked, to the boiling springs of iceland, only that those boiled with heat instead of with living fish.

and now commenced a scene such as, unquestionably, had not been witnessed there since vinland was created. the norsemen were half mad with excitement. the women ran up and down the banks clapping their hands and shouting with delight, while freydissa, unable to contain herself, cast appearances to the dogs, leaped among the men, and joined in the fray.

“the big pool first; this way, lads!” shouted karlsefin, as he seized the end of a long net and dragged it towards the pool in question.

twenty willing hands assisted. the net encircled the pool and was thrust in; men with poles forced one side of it down to the bottom, and the two ends were hauled upon might and main. at the same moment, other men went with hand nets to smaller pools, and, scooping up the fish, sent them writhing and struggling through the air towards the bank, where gudrid, thora, astrid, gunhild, sigrid, and even timid bertha, sought in vain to restrain their struggles and prevent them from wriggling back into the almost dry bed of the stream.

“haul away with heart, men!” shouted biarne, who was at one end of the large net.

already the stout ropes were strained to the uttermost—at last the net came out bursting with salmon; more hands were hailed; it was run over the pebbles, up the bank, and onwards to a flat open spot, where, with a shout, it was emptied on the greensward.

talk of silver bars! the simile is wretched. no simile is of any avail here. the brightest and freshest silver bars ever cast might shine as much as these salmon did, but they could not glitter so, for they could not wriggle and spring and tumble. they could not show that delicate pink which enhanced the silvery sheen so wondrously. they could not exhibit that vigorous life which told of firm flakes—suggestive of glorious meals for many a day to come. pooh! even their intrinsic value could not suggest anything in this case,—for all the silver bars that ever were coined on earth could not have purchased the appetites which made the mouths of these norsemen to water, as they gazed in admiration on that vast hecatomb of splendid salmon! they absolutely danced round the fish—it might almost be said they danced with them—in triumphant glee!

“come, come,” cried karlsefin loudly; “to work! to work! ye may dance after that is done. here, sweep this pool also.”

with a cheer the men ran down the bank, and little olaf followed, having already used his hook with such effect that he had pulled six large fish out of various holes and added them to the general pile.

“take care, olaf, that you don’t fall in and get drowned,” cried biarne as he ran past.

“hurrah!” shouted olaf, with a flourish of his weapon, which made the narrowest possible miss of cleeking tyrker by the nose.

“have a care!” roared the turk.

“you’ve much need to say that,” replied olaf, with a laugh, for tyrker at that moment set his heel upon a salmon, fell, and rolled heavily down the bank. but tyrker was tough. he rose with a growl and a grin and ran on to join his comrades.

a second pool was netted, and with the like result. as the net was being dragged forth, olaf saw that several fish had escaped. he struck in his hook at random, for the pools, being by that time a thick compound of mud and water, could not be seen into.

“oh! i’ve got him!” he shouted, struggling with the handle of his hook, which jerked so violently that the sturdy little fellow was almost thrown to the ground.

“hold on!” cried thorward, running to his aid.

“why, olaf, what’s this? have a care. not too fast. there. hallo!—an eel.”

and so it was—an enormous eel, that went twirling round the pole in wondrous fashion until it freed itself, and, after twisting round the limbs of olaf and thorward, who in vain sought to hold it fast, made off over the wet stones as if they were its native element, and slid into another large pool, where it disappeared.

“never mind, olaf,” cried thorward, with a laugh, “you’ll catch hold of it again. hook away at it, lad. don’t give.”

a tremendous shriek arose from the women on the bank at this juncture.

“oh! look! look at freydissa!” cried gunhild, pointing wildly to the river bed.

and there freydissa stood—up to the arm-pits in mud and salmon!

whether she had fallen in or been pushed in no one could tell, but unquestionably she was in, having gone in, too, head-foremost, so that, although she had struggled right-end up she reappeared coated with mud to an extent that might have suggested a sculptor’s clay model—had sculptors been known to the norsemen of those days.

there was an irresistible roar of laughter at first, and then loud expressions of condolence and sympathy, while a dozen strong, but wet and dirty, hands were stretched forth to the rescue.

“here, lay hold of my hand, poor thing,” cried krake; “there, now, don’t cry; it would only be wasting tears, with so much water on your face already.”

if anything could have made freydissa cry it would have been that remark, for it implied that she was inclined to weep, while nothing was further from her thoughts at that time.

she did, however, grasp krake’s hand, but instead of aiding herself by it to get out of the hole, she gave it such a vigorous and hearty pull that krake went souse into the mud beside her. before he could recover himself freydissa had put her knee on his body, and, using him as a foot-rest, thrust him deeper down as she stepped out.

the delight with which this was hailed is beyond description, and many a year passed after that before men grew tired of twitting krake about the pleasant mud-bath that had been given him by freydissa on the occasion of the celebrated take of salmon at little river in vinland.