Folk-Lore and Legends; Scandinavian eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 183 pages of information about Folk-Lore and Legends; Scandinavian.

Folk-Lore and Legends; Scandinavian eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 183 pages of information about Folk-Lore and Legends; Scandinavian.

At length, on the evening of the third day, they discovered an island of tolerable magnitude, and surrounded by a number of smaller ones.  Orm immediately steered for it, but just as he came near to it there suddenly arose a violent wind, and the sea rolled higher and higher against him.  He turned about with a view of approaching it on another side, but with no better success.  His vessel, as often as he approached the island, was driven back as if by an invisible power.

“Lord God!” cried he, and blessed himself and looked on poor Aslog, who seemed to be dying of weakness before his eyes.

Scarcely had the exclamation passed his lips when the storm ceased, the waves subsided, and the vessel came to the shore without encountering any hindrance.  Orm jumped out on the beach.  Some mussels that he found upon the strand strengthened and revived the exhausted Aslog so that she was soon able to leave the boat.

The island was overgrown with low dwarf shrubs, and seemed to be uninhabited; but when they had got about the middle of it, they discovered a house reaching but a little above the ground, and appearing to be half under the surface of the earth.  In the hope of meeting human beings and assistance, the wanderers approached it.  They listened if they could hear any noise, but the most perfect silence reigned there.  Orm at length opened the door, and with his companion walked in; but what was their surprise to find everything regulated and arranged as if for inhabitants, yet not a single living creature visible.  The fire was burning on the hearth in the middle of the room, and a kettle with fish hung on it, apparently only waiting for some one to take it off and eat.  The beds were made and ready to receive their weary tenants.  Orm and Aslog stood for some time dubious, and looked on with a certain degree of awe, but at last, overcome with hunger, they took up the food and ate.  When they had satisfied their appetites, and still in the last beams of the setting sun, which now streamed over the island far and wide, discovered no human being, they gave way to weariness, and laid themselves in the beds to which they had been so long strangers.

They had expected to be awakened in the night by the owners of the house on their return home, but their expectation was not fulfilled.  They slept undisturbed till the morning sun shone in upon them.  No one appeared on any of the following days, and it seemed as if some invisible power had made ready the house for their reception.  They spent the whole summer in perfect happiness.  They were, to be sure, solitary, yet they did not miss mankind.  The wild birds’ eggs and the fish they caught yielded them provisions in abundance.

When autumn came, Aslog presented Orm with a son.  In the midst of their joy at his appearance they were surprised by a wonderful apparition.  The door opened on a sudden, and an old woman stepped in.  She had on her a handsome blue dress.  There was something proud, but at the same time strange and surprising in her appearance.

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