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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 393 pages of information about Kalevala .
Through the valley to the ocean;
Home return and do her honor,
Lay her in the lap of Kalma.” 
These the words of Kullerwoinen: 
“Has my beauteous sister perished,
Fallen from my race forever,
There is home a sable filly
That will take her to her resting,
Lay her in the lap of Kalma.” 
Still Kullervo journeyed onward,
Through the fens he went rejoicing,
Sounding war upon his bugle,
Till a messenger appearing
Brought to him these words of sorrow: 
“Lo! thy mother too has perished,
Died in anguish, broken-hearted;
Home return and do her honor,
Lay her in the lap of Kalma.” 
These the measures of Kullervo: 
“Woe is me, my life hard-fated,
That my mother too has perished,
She that nursed me in my cradle,
Made my couch a golden cover,
Twirled for me the spool and spindle! 
Lo!  Kullervo was not present
When his mother’s life departed;
May have died upon the mountains,
Perished there from cold and hunger. 
Lave the dead form of my mother
In the crystal waters flowing;
Wrap her in the robes of ermine,
Tie her hands with silken ribbon,
Take her to the grave of ages,
Lay her in the lap of Kalma. 
Bury her with songs of mourning,
Let the singers chant my sorrow;
Cannot leave the fields of battle
While Untamo goes unpunished,
Fell destroyer of my people.” 
Kullerwoinen journeyed onward,
Still rejoicing, to the combat,
Sang these songs in supplication: 
“Ukko, mightiest of rulers,
Loan to me thy sword of battle,
Grant to me thy matchless weapon,
And against a thousand armies
I will war and ever conquer.” 
Ukko, gave the youth his broadsword,
Gave his blade of magic powers
To the wizard, Kullerwoinen. 
Thus equipped, the mighty hero
Slew the people of Untamo,
Burned their villages to ashes;
Only left the stones and ovens,
And the chimneys of their hamlets. 
Then the conqueror, Kullervo,
Turned his footsteps to his home-land,
To the cabin of his father ’
To his ancient fields and forests. 
Empty did he find the cabin,
And the forests were deserted;
No one came to give him greeting,
None to give the hand of welcome;
Laid his fingers on the oven,
But he found it cold and lifeless;
Then he knew to satisfaction
That his mother lived no longer;
Laid his hand upon the fire-place,
Cold and lifeless were the hearth-stones;
Then he knew to satisfaction
That his sister too had perished;
Then he sought the landing-places,
Found no boats upon the rollers;
Then he knew to satisfaction
That his brother too had perished;
Then he looked upon the fish-nets,
And he found them torn and tangled;
And he knew to satisfaction
That his father too had perished. 
Bitterly he wept and murmured,
Wept one day, and then a second,
On the third day spake as follows: 
“Faithful mother, fond and tender,
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