difficulties regarding intercommunication—the power of finery displayed—also the power of song and sentiment.

the additional force thus opportunely gained by the norsemen, although hailed with so much enthusiasm, did not very materially alter their position. true, they now formed a company of above fifty stout and well-armed men, who, in the hour of extremity, could make a formidable resistance to any foe, however numerous; but what chance had they of ultimately escaping from upwards of a thousand savages, every man of whom was an adept at bush-warfare; could dart from tree to tree, and harass and cut off in detail an enemy whom he would not dare, or did not care, to face in the open field—which latter mode of warfare was more natural and congenial to the norsemen?

this truth soon began to force itself upon karlsefin’s understanding; but as he feared to damp the spirits of his less thoughtful comrades, he kept his anxieties to himself, and made the best disposition of his force that was possible in the circumstances.

very soon there was a movement among the savages on shore, and its object was not long of being apparent, for presently a fleet of canoes was seen ascending the river. at the same time the other fleet renewed its advance from above, while the men on shore moved once more towards the spit of sand.

“they mean to attack on all sides at once,” said biarne.

“let them come,” growled thorward. “’tis death or victory now, lads.”

no one spoke, but the eagle glances of the men, and their firm grasp of sword and spear, told that they were ready; and once more it seemed as if the bloody fight were about to begin, when again it was interrupted by a shout. this time the shout came from the woods, from which, a few minutes later, a solitary savage was seen to issue. he appeared to be in haste, and ran through the crowd of warriors, who made way for him, straight towards the white-haired chief, to whom he appeared to speak with great fervour and many gesticulations, though he was too far off to be heard, or his countenance to be distinctly seen, by the norsemen.

“that fellow brings news of some sort or other. i should say,” remarked biarne.

“whatever his news may be,” replied karlsefin, “i don’t think it will be likely to do much for us.”

“the rascal’s figure seems not unfamiliar to me,” said thorward.

at that moment the crowd of chiefs around whitepow shouted the word “ho!” apparently in approbation of something that he had just remarked, and immediately after the man whom thorward had styled a rascal began to talk and gesticulate again more violently than ever.

“what is the man after now?” said thorward. “it seems to me that he is mad.”

the savage did indeed appear to be slightly deranged, for, in the midst of his talk, he took an arrow and went through the pantomime of discharging it; then he applied the point of it to his own back, and fell down as if wounded; whereupon he rose quietly and kneeled with a tender air, as if in the act of succouring a wounded man; and thereafter went on to perform other pantomimic acts, which at last induced thorward to open his eyes very wide and whistle, as he exclaimed— “why, ’tis utway, that fellow who was half killed in our first brush with the skraelingers.”

“ay, and who was so tenderly nursed by bertha,” added biarne.

“there can be no doubt of it,” said karlsefin, in a cheerful voice; “and now have i some hope of a peaceful end to this affair, for what else can he be doing but pleading our cause?”

“i’m not so sure of that,” replied thorward. “he may just as likely be telling them what lots of good things might be got by killing us all and taking possession of leifsgaard.”

“the question will soon be settled, thorward, for here comes the savage,” said biarne.

this was true. having finished his talk, whatever it was, and heard a brief reply from whitepow, utway turned round and ran fearlessly towards the norsemen.

“i will go meet him,” said karlsefin.

“there may be danger in that,” suggested biarne.

“greater danger in showing distrust,” replied karlsefin. “confidence should beget confidence.”

without more words he flung down sword and shield, and advanced unarmed to meet the savage, whom he shook warmly by the hand—a style of salutation which utway thoroughly understood, having learned it while lying wounded in leifsgaard.

they could not of course make use of speech, but utway was such a powerful gesticulator that it was not difficult to make out his meaning. after shaking hands he put his hand on his heart, then laid it on karlsefin’s breast, and pointed towards the old chief with an air that would have done credit to a courtier.

karlsefin at once took the hand of the savage, and walked with him through the midst of the native chiefs, above whose heads he towered conspicuously, until he stood before whitepow. taking off his iron helmet he bowed to the old chief, an act which appeared to afford that worthy much satisfaction, for, although he did not venture to return the bow, he exclaimed “ho!” with solemn emphasis.

this was all very pleasant, but it was not much. karlsefin, therefore, tried his hand at a little gesticulation, while the natives gazed at him with speechless interest. whitepow and utway then replied with a variety of energetic demonstrations, some of which the norseman understood, while of others he could make nothing at all, but the result of it all was, that utway made a final proposal, which was very clear, to the effect that the norsemen should approach the savages, mingle with them, and be friends.

to this karlsefin returned a decided negative, by shaking his head and frowning portentously. at the same time he stooped and held his hand about two feet from the ground, as if to indicate something that stood pretty nearly that height. then he tenderly patted the top of the imaginary thing, whatever it was, and took it up in his arms, kissed it, and laid it on his breast. after that he indicated another thing somewhat higher, which he also patted on the top. thereafter he pressed his arms close to his side and struggled as if to get loose from something, but could not until he had taken hold of an imaginary knife, cut the something which bound him, and set his arms free.

all this was apparently understood and immensely relished by the natives, who nodded to each other and vociferated “ho!” to such an extent that the repetition caused it to sound somewhat like a fiendish laugh. but here whitepow put in his veto, shook his head and appeared inexorable, whereupon karlsefin crossed his arms on his breast and looked frowningly on the ground.

things had just reached this uncomfortable pass, when karlsefin’s eye chanced to fall on the end of a piece of bright scarlet cloth with which gudrid had smilingly ornamented his neck before he set out on this expedition,—just as a young wife might, in chivalrous ages, have tied a scarf to her knight’s arm before sending him off to the wars.

a sudden idea flashed upon him. he unfastened the strip of cloth, and, advancing, presented it to whitepow, with a bland smile.

the aged chief was not proof against this. he gazed at the brilliant cloth with intense admiration, and expressed as much delight at receiving it as if he had been a child—which, by the way, he was, in regard to such fabrics and in his inability to restrain his feelings.

rejoiced to observe the good effect thus produced, karlsefin did his best to assure the chief that there was plenty more of the same in his possession, besides other things—all of which utway corroborated,—and signified that he, whitepow, should have large quantities thereof if he would restore the captives to their friends. in order to add force to what he said, he drew from his pouch or wallet several small metal ornaments strung together like beads, and presented these also to whitepow, as well as to several of the chiefs who stood nearest to him. at the same time he uncovered, as if inadvertently, a magnificent silver brooch which hung round his neck, under his leathern war-shirt.

this brooch was by no means a trifling bauble. it was massive, beautifully carved, and hung round with little silver cups and diamond-shaped pieces of silver about the size of a man’s thumb-nail. it was much prized by its owner on account of being an heirloom of his family, having been carried to iceland by his forefathers when they were expatriated from norway by king harald fairhair.

whitepow’s eye at once fell on the brooch, and he expressed a strong desire to possess it.

karlsefin started as if in alarm, seized the brooch with both hands, held it aloft, and gazed at it in a species of veneration, then, clasping it to his breast, shook his head by way of an emphatic “no!”

of course whitepow became doubly anxious to have it; whereupon karlsefin again stooped, and, placing his hand about two feet from the ground, patted the top of the thing indicated, and said that he might have the brooch for that and the other things previously referred to.

whitepow pondered a few minutes, and utway said something very seriously to him, which resulted in his giving an order to two of his chiefs, who at once left the group. they quickly returned, leading hake and the children between them—the former being still bound at the elbows.

there was something quite startling in the shout of surprise that olaf gave on observing karlsefin. it was only equalled by the shriek of glee that burst from snorro when he recognised his father.

olaf instantly seized snorro and ran towards him. karlsefin met them more than half-way, and, with an expression of deep thankfulness, caught up his little one and strained him to his heart, while olaf tightly embraced his leg!

but, recollecting himself instantly, he set snorro down, removed the silver brooch from his neck and placed it in the hand of the old chief. at the same time he pointed to hake’s bonds. whitepow understood him, and, drawing his stone knife, cut these asunder.

“make no haste, hake,” said his leader, “but take snorro in your arms and olaf by the hand, and walk slowly but steadily towards your comrades. if any one offers to intercept you, resist not, but turn and come back hither.”

hake made no reply, but did as he was bid, and was soon in the midst of his comrades. meanwhile karlsefin, whose joy almost prevented him from maintaining the dignity that was appropriate to the occasion, took off every scrap in the shape of ornament that he possessed and presented all to whitepow, even to the last bauble in the bottom of his wallet, and he tried to make the old man understand that all his men had things of a similar kind to bestow, which would be brought to him if he would order the great mass of his people to retire to a considerable distance, retaining only about his person a party equal in numbers to the norsemen.

to this the chief seemed inclined to object at first, but again utway’s eloquence and urgency prevailed. the old man stood up, shouted an order in the voice of a stentor, and waved his hand. the whole multitude at once fell back to a considerable distance, leaving only a few of the principal men around their chief.

the active scot instantly bounded towards him—not less with desire to serve his deliverer than with delight at finding himself once more free!

“go back, hake, and tell the men to come quietly hither in a compact body, leaving their bows and spears behind them, only carrying each man his sword and shield. let a strong guard stay with the weapons and the children, and see that biarne and thorward also remain with them. quietly place the children in a canoe, and do you and heika stand ready to man it.”

“that has already been done,” said hake.

“by whose orders?” demanded karlsefin.

“at my suggestion,” replied hake.

“thou art a wise man, hake. i thank thee. go; i need not explain that two canoes at least would require to accompany you, so as to repel attack by water, and, if it be necessary, to flee, while we guard the retreat.”

“that has already been arranged,” said hake.

“good, good. then, whatever betide us, the dear children are like to be safe. get you gone, hake; and, harkee, if we should not return, be sure thou bear my love to gudrid.—away.”

hake bowed in silence and retired. in a few minutes the greater part of the norsemen stood before the old chief, and, by karlsefin’s command, every man who chanced to have any trifling ornament of any kind about him took it off and presented it to the savages.

whitepow, in return, ordered a package of furs to be brought, and presented each man with a beautiful sable. karlsefin then made utway explain that he had seen much valuable cloth and many ornaments in the norsemen’s camp, and that these would be given in exchange for such furs,—a piece of news which seemed to gratify the savages, for they possessed an immense number of furs, which were comparatively of little value to them.

thus amicable relations were established; but when whitepow invited the norsemen to accompany him to his village and feast, karlsefin intimated that he intended to sup and pass the night on the spit of sand, and that in the early morning he would return to his home, whither he hoped the savages would soon follow him with their furs. that, meanwhile, a small number might accompany him, if they chose, to view his habitation and take back a report. this was agreed to, and thus happily the conferences ended.

that night the norsemen held high carousal on the spit of sand, partly because they were rejoiced at the successful issue of the expedition as far as it had gone, and partly because they wished to display a free-and-easy spirit to the savages. they drew a line at the narrowest part of the neck of land, and there posted armed sentinels, who resolutely refused to let any one pass. on the outward edge of the spit, other sentinels were placed, who checked all tendency to approach by water, and who—in one or two instances, when some obstinate natives attempted to force a landing—overturned the canoes and left the occupants to swim ashore the best way they could.

the only exception to this rule was made in favour of utway and whitepow, with the grandson of the latter, little powlet. these three came down to the spit after the norsemen had kindled a magnificent bonfire of dry logs, round which they sat and ate their supper, told sagas, sang songs, cracked jokes, and drank to absent friends in cans of pure water, with an amount of dash, fervour, and uproarious laughter that evidently raised quite a new idea in the savage minds, and filled them with amazement unutterable, but not inexpressible, for their glaring eyes, and lengthened jaws, and open mouths were the material embodiment of surprise. in fact, the entire population sat on the surrounding banks and heights nearly the whole night, with their hands and chins resting on their knees, listening and gazing in silent admiration at the proceedings of the norsemen, as a vast audience might witness the entertainments of an amphitheatre.

the utmost hospitality was of course extended by the norsemen to their three visitors, who partook of the food set before them with much relish. fortunately some of the men who had been left to guard the arms still possessed a few trinkets and pieces of bright cloth, so that karlsefin was again enabled to gratify his new friends with a few more presents.

“snorro,” said karlsefin, who sat beside whitepow in front of the fire with the child on his knee, “are you glad to see your father again?”

“iss,” said snorro, responding slightly to the tender embrace which he received.

we are afraid that truth requires us to state, that snorro had not quite reached the age of reciprocal attachment—at least in regard to men. of course we do not pretend to know anything about the mysterious feelings which he was reported to entertain towards his mother and nurse! all we can say is, that up to this point in his history the affections of that first-born of vinland appeared to centre chiefly in his stomach—who fed him best he loved most! it is but simple justice to add, however, that olaf was, in snorro’s eye, an exception to the rule. we really believe that if olaf had starved and beaten him during the first half of a day, by way of experiment, snorro would have clung to him and loved him throughout the other half!

“come hither, olaf, take this bit of cloth in your hand, and present it to that little boy,” said karlsefin, pointing to powlet. “he seems fond of snorro, and deserves something.”

“fond of him!” exclaimed olaf, laughing, as he presented the cloth according to orders, and then returned to snorro’s side. “you should have seen the way he made snorro laugh one day by painting my face.”

here olaf went into a minute account of the operation referred to, and told it with so much humour that the norsemen threw back their wild heads and shook their shaggy beards in fits of uproarious laughter, which awakened the echoes of the opposite cliffs, and caused the natives to think, no doubt, that the very rocks were merry.

after this krake told a story and sang a rollicking song, and of course hake was made to sing, which he readily did, giving them one of his native airs with such deep pathos, that the very savages—unused though they were to music—could not refrain from venting a murmur of admiration, which rose on the night air like a mysterious throb from the hearts of the dark concourse.

immediately after hake’s song the old chief and his friends took their leave. the sentinels were now changed and doubled, the fire was extinguished, each norseman lay down with his hand on his sword-hilt, and his shield above him, and the vast multitude of savages melted away to their respective places of repose.