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twg_000012586000 | were wont to beguile the evening hours in her father's mansion; but about a year before the time of which we write, an aged stranger had come from the south, and taken up his abode in the valley, in a secluded and dilapidated hut, in which he was suffered to dwell unmolested by its owner, Haldor the Fierce; whose fierc... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586001 | by the way, was never exhibited except in time of war and in the heat of battle! With this hermit Hilda had held frequent converse, and had listened with horror, but with a species of fascination which she could not resist, to his calm and unanswerable reasoning on the fallacy of the religion of Odin, and on the truth ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586002 | that of Jesus Christ. At first she resolved to fly from the old man, as a dangerous enemy, who sought to seduce her from the paths of rectitude; but when she looked at his grave, sad face, and listened to the gentle and--she knew not why--persuasive tones of his voice, she changed her mind, and resolved to hear what he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586003 | had to say. Without being convinced of the truth of the new religion--of which she had heard rumours from the roving vikings who frequented Horlingdal--she was much shaken in regard to the truth of her own, and now, for the first time, she had ventured to hint to a human being what was passing in her mind. At this peri... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586004 | Christianity had not penetrated into Norway, but an occasional wanderer or hermit had found his way thither from time to time to surprise the inhabitants with his new doctrines, and then, perchance, to perish as a warlock because of them. Erling had heard of this old man, and regarded him with no favour, for in his sea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586005 | met with so-called Christians, whose conduct had not prepossessed him in their favour. As for their creed, he knew nothing whatever about it. His mind, however, was of that bold, straightforward, self-reliant, and meditative cast, which happily has existed in all ages and in all climes, and which, in civilised lands, u... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586006 | in barbarous countries and ages, if not associated with extreme caution and reticence, it is apt to bring its possessor into trouble. It was with astonishment that Erling heard sentiments which had long been harboured in his own mind drop from the lips of one whose natural character he knew to be the reverse of sceptic... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586007 | or speculative in matters of opinion. Instead of making a direct reply to Hilda's remark, he said, after a pause: "Hilda, I have my doubts of the old man Christian; men say he is a warlock, and I partly believe them, for it is only such who shun the company of their fellows. I would caution thee against him. He | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586008 | believes not in Odin or Thor, which is matter of consideration mainly to himself, but methinks he holdeth fellowship with Nikke, [Satan, or the Evil One] which is matter of consideration for all honest men, aye, and women too, who would live in peace; for if the Evil Spirit exists at all, as I firmly believe he does, i... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586009 | shape or other, it were well to keep as far from him as we may, and specially to avoid those erring mortals who seem to court his company." "The old man is misjudged, believe me," replied the girl earnestly; "I have spoken much with him and oft. It may be he is wrong in some things--how can a woman judge | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586010 | of such matters?--but he is gentle, and has a kind heart." "I like him not," was Erling's curt reply. The youth and maiden had now reached a part of the valley where a small footpath diverged from the main track which led to Ulf's dwelling. The path ran in the direction of the hayfields that bordered the fiord. Just as | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586011 | they reached it, Hilda observed that her father was labouring there with his thralls. "See," she exclaimed, stopping abruptly, and taking her pitcher from Erling, "my father is in the hayfield." The youth was about to remonstrate and insist on being allowed to carry the pitcher to the house before going to the field; b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586012 | his slight burden, and, saying "farewell", turned on his heel and descended the path with rapid step and a somewhat burdened heart. "She loves me not," he muttered to himself, almost sternly. "I am a brother, nothing more." Indulging in these and kindred gloomy reflections, he advanced towards a rocky defile where the ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586013 | the turn he looked back. Hilda was standing on the spot where they had parted, but her face was not directed towards her late companion. She was looking steadily up the valley. Presently the object which attracted her attention appeared in view, and Erling felt a slight sensation of anger, he scarce knew why, on observ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586014 | had been the subject of their recent conversation issue from among the rocks. His first impulse was to turn back, but, checking himself, he wheeled sharply round and hurried away. Scarcely had he taken three steps, however, when he was arrested by a sound that resembled a crash of thunder. Glancing quickly upwards, he ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586015 | which had become detached from the mountain side, descending in shattered fragments into the valley. The formation of Horlingdal at that particular point was peculiar. The mountain ranges on either side, which rose to a height of at least four thousand feet, approached each other abruptly, thus forming a dark gloomy de... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586016 | precipitous cliffs on either side, and the river roaring in the centre of the pass. The water rushed in white-crested billows through its rock-impeded bed, and terminated in a splendid foss, or fall, forty or fifty feet high, which plunged into a seething caldron, whence it issued in a troubled stream to the plain that... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586017 | found rest in the level fields of Ulfstede, that lay at the head of the fiord. The open amphitheatre above this pass, with its circlet of grand glacier-capped mountains, was the abode of a considerable number of small farmers, in the midst of whose dwellings stood the residence of Haldor, where the meeting in the smith... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586018 | It was in this narrow defile that the landslip happened, a catastrophe which always has been and still is of frequent occurrence in the mountain regions of Norway. Hilda and the old man (whom we shall henceforth call Christian) cast their eyes hastily upwards on hearing the sound that had arrested Erling's steps so sud... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586019 | was detached from the hill on the other side of the river, but the defile was so narrow that falling rocks often rebounded quite across it. The slip occurred just opposite the spot on which Hilda and the old man stood, and as the terrible shower came on, tearing down trees and rocks, the heavier masses being dashed and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586020 | from the hillside in innumerable fragments, it became evident that to escape beyond the range of the chaotic deluge was impossible. Hilda understood the danger so well that she was panic stricken and rooted to the spot. Erling understood it also, and, with a sudden cry, dashed at full speed to the rescue. His cry was o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586021 | for the distance between them was so great that he had no chance, he knew, of reaching her in time. In this extremity the hermit looked round for a crevice or a rock which might afford protection, but no such place of safety was at hand. The side of the pass rose behind them like a wall to a height | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586022 | of several hundred feet. Seeing this at a glance the old man planted himself firmly in front of Hilda. His lips moved, and the single word "Jesus" dropped from them as he looked with a calm steady gaze at the avalanche. Scarcely had he taken his stand when the first stones leaped across the gorge, and, striking on the ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586023 | of rock behind, burst into fragments and fell in a shower around them. Some of the smaller _debris_ struck the old man's breast, and the hands which he had raised to protect his face; but he neither blanched nor flinched. In another instant the greater part of the hurling rubbish fell with a terrible crash and tore up ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586024 | in all directions round them. Still they stood unhurt! The height from which the ruin had descended was so great that the masses were scattered, and although they flew around over, and close to them, the great shock passed by and left them unscathed. But the danger was not yet past. Several of the smaller masses, which... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586025 | arrested in their progress by bushes, still came thundering down the steep. The quick eye of the hermit observed one of these flying straight towards his head. Its force had been broken by a tree on the opposite hill, but it still retained tremendous impetus. He knew that there was no escape for him. To have moved asid... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586026 | exposed Hilda to almost certain destruction. Once again he murmured the Saviour's name, as he stretched out both hands straight before his face. The rock struck full against them, beat them down on his forehead, and next instant old man and maid were hurled to the ground. Well was it for Erling that all this occurred s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586027 | danger was past before he reached the spot. Part of the road he had to traverse was strewn so thickly with the rocky ruin that his destruction, had he been a few seconds sooner on the ground, would have been inevitable. He reached Hilda just in time to assist her to rise. She was slightly stunned by the shock, but | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586028 | otherwise unhurt. Not so the hermit. He lay extended where he had fallen; his grey beard and thin scattered locks dabbled with blood that flowed from a gash in his forehead. Hilda kneeled at his side, and, raising his head, she laid it in her lap. "Now the gods be praised," said Erling, as he knelt beside her, and ende... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586029 | to stanch the flow of blood from the wound; "I had thought thy last hour was come, Hilda; but the poor old man, I fear much he will die." "Not so; he recovers," said the girl; "fetch me some water from the spring." Erling ran to a rill that trickled down the face of the rock at his side, dipped | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586030 | his leathern bonnet into it, and, quickly returning, sprinkled a little on the old man's face, and washed the wound. "It is not deep," he remarked, after having examined the cut. "His hands are indeed badly bruised, but he will live." "Get thee to the stede, Erling, and fetch aid," said Hilda quickly; "the old man is h... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586031 | smiled. "Heavy he is, no doubt, but he wears no armour; methinks I can lift him." So saying Erling raised him in his strong arms and bore him away to Ulfstede, where, under the tender care of Hilda and her foster-sister Ada, he speedily revived. Erling went out meanwhile to assist in the hayfield. ---------------------... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586032 | or parliament, which was considered the only "Thing" which could confer the sovereignty of the whole of Norway, the other Things having no right or powers beyond their circles. It was convened only for the special purpose of examining and proclaiming the right of the aspirant to the crown, but the King had still to rep... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586033 | or Small Thing to obtain its acknowledgement of his right and the power of a sovereign within its jurisdiction. CHAPTER THREE. SHOWS HOW CHIEF FRIENDS MAY BECOME FOES, AND CROSS-PURPOSES MAY PRODUCE CROSS CONSEQUENCES, INVOLVING WORRY AND CONFUSION. When Christian had been properly cared for, Hilda sent Ada to the hayf... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586034 | time. Now it so happened, by one of those curious coincidences which are generally considered unaccountable, that as Ada ascended the track which led to the high field above the foss, Glumm the Gruff descended towards the same point from an opposite direction, so that a meeting between the two, in the secluded dell, wh... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586035 | Whether or not this meeting was anticipated we cannot tell. If it was, the young man and maiden were inimitable actors by nature, for they appeared to be wholly unconscious of aught save the peculiar formation of the respective footpaths along which they slowly moved. There was, indeed, a twinkle in Ada's eyes; but the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586036 | besides, a refractory eyelash might account for such an expression. As for Glumm, he frowned on the path most unamiably while he sauntered along with both hands thrust into the breast of his tunic, and the point of his sword rasping harshly against rocks and bushes. Glumm was peculiar in his weapons. He wore a double-h... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586037 | was so long that he was obliged to sling it across his back in order to keep it off the ground. The handle projected above his left shoulder, and the blade, lying diagonally across his person, extended beyond his right calf. The young man was remarkably expert in the use of this immense weapon, and was not only a terro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586038 | to his foes, but, owing to the enormous sweep of its long blade, an object of some anxiety to his friends when they chanced to be fighting alongside of him. He wore a knife or dagger at his girdle on the right side, which was also of unusual size; in all probability it would have been deemed a pretty good | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586039 | sword by the Romans. There were only two men in the dale who could wield Glumm's weapons. These were Erling and his father, Haldor. The latter was as strong a man as Glumm, Erling was even stronger; though, being an amiable man he could not be easily persuaded to prove his strength upon his friends. Glumm wore his hair... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586040 | short. It was curly, and lay close to his head. As he sauntered along he kicked the stones out of his way savagely, and appeared to find relief to his feelings in so doing, as well as by allowing his sword to rasp across the rocks and shrubs at his side. It might have been observed, however, that Glumm only | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586041 | kicked the little stones out of his way; he never kicked the big ones. It is interesting to observe how trifling a matter will bring out a trait of human nature! Men will sometimes relieve their angry feelings by storming violently at those of their fellows who cannot hurt them, but, strangely enough, they manage to ob... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586042 | same feelings without storming, when they chance to be in the company of stronger men than themselves, thereby proving that they have powers of self-restraint which prudence-- not to say fear--can call into exercise! commend this moral reflection particularly to the study of boys. After Glumm had kicked all the _little... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586043 | ones alone, he came suddenly face to face with Ada, who saluted him with a look of startled surprise, a slight blush, and a burst of hearty laughter. "Why, Glumm," exclaimed the maiden, with an arch smile, "thou must have risen off thy wrong side this morning. Methinks, now, were I a man, I should have to look to my | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586044 | weapons, for that long blade of thine seems inclined to fight with the rocks and shrubs of its own accord." Poor Glumm blushed as red as if he had been a young girl, at being thus unexpectedly caught giving vent to his ill-humour; he stammered something about bad dreams and evil spirits, and then, breaking into a good-... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586045 | "Well, Ada, I know not what it is that ails me, but I do feel somewhat cross-grained. Perchance a walk with thee may cure me, I see thou art bound for the hayfield. But hast thou not heard the news? The Danish vikings are off the coast, burning and murdering wherever they go. It is rumoured, too, that their fleet | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586046 | is under that king of scoundrels, Skarpedin the Red. Surely there is reason for my being angry." "Nay, then, if thou wert a bold man thou wouldst find reason in this for being glad," replied Ada. "Is not the chance of a fight the joy of a true Norseman's heart? Surely a spell must have been laid on thee, if | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586047 | thy brow darkens and thy heart grows heavy on hearing of a stout enemy. It is not thus with Erling the Bold. His brow clears and his eye sparkles when a foe worthy of--But what seest thou, Glumm? Has the Dane appeared in the forest that thy brow becomes so suddenly clouded? I pray thee do not run away and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586048 | leave me unprotected." "Doubtless if I did, Erling the Bold would come to thine aid," replied the young man with some asperity. "Nay, do not be angry with me, Glumm," said the girl, laughing, as they reached the field where Haldor and his stout son were busily at work assisting Ulf, who, with all his thralls and freeme... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586049 | in cutting and gathering in his hay. "Hey! here come cloud and sunshine hand in hand," cried Erling, pausing in his work, as Glumm and his pretty companion approached the scene of labour. "Get on with thy work, then, and make the hay while I am shining," retorted Ada, bestowing on the youth a bright smile, which he ret... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586050 | and with interest. This was the wicked Ada's finishing touch. Glumm saw the exchange of smiles, and a pang of fierce jealousy shot through his breast. "The cloud sometimes darts out lightning," he muttered angrily, and, turning on his heel, began to toss the hay with all his might in order to relieve his feelings. Just... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586051 | field, and Glumm, putting strong constraint on himself, accosted her with extreme cheerfulness and respect--resolved in his heart to show Ada that there were other girls in Horlingdal worth courting besides herself. In this game he was by no means successful as regarded Ada, who at once discerned his intention, but the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586052 | deep in the breast of another victim. Glumm's unusual urbanity took the kind-hearted Hilda so much by surprise, that she was interested, and encouraged him, in what she conceived to be a tendency towards improvement of disposition, by bestowing on him her sweetest smiles during the course of the day, insomuch that Erli... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586053 | last unaccountably cross. Thus did these two men, who had for many years been fast and loving friends, become desperately jealous, though each sought to conceal the fact from the other. But the green-eyed monster having obtained a lodgment in their bosoms, could not be easily cast out. Yet the good sense of each enable... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586054 | success against the passion, for Glumm, although gruff, was by no means a bad man. The presence of those conflicting feelings did not, however, interrupt or retard the work of the field. It was a truly busy scene. Masters, unfreemen, and thralls, mistresses and maidens, were there, cutting and turning and piling up the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586055 | for they knew that the weather could not be trusted to, and the very lives of their cattle depended on the successful ingathering of the hay. As we have here mentioned the three different classes that existed in Norway, it may be well to explain that the masters were peasants or "bonders", but not by any means similar ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586056 | in other lands; on the contrary, they were the udal-born proprietors of the soil--the peasant-nobility, so to speak, the Udallers, or freeholders, without any superior lord, and were entitled to attend and have a voice in the "Things" or assemblies where the laws were enacted and public affairs regulated. The next clas... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586057 | slaves who had wrought out or purchased their freedom, but who, although personally free, and at liberty to go where and serve whom they pleased, were not free to attend the legislative assemblies. They were unfree of the Things, and hence their apparently contradictory designation. They, however, enjoyed the protectio... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586058 | class belonged all the cottars on the land paying a rent in work on the farm of the bonder or udaller, also the house-carles or freeborn indoormen, and the tradesmen, labourers, fishermen, etcetera, about villages and farms. Thralls were slaves taken in war, over whom the owners had absolute control. They might sell th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586059 | as they pleased. Thralls were permitted to purchase their freedom--and all the descendants of those freed thralls, or unfreemen, were free. The clothing of the unfreemen was finer than that of the thralls. The legs and arms of nearly all were bare from the knees and elbows downward, though a few had swathed their limbs... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586060 | cloth, while others used straw for this purpose. Nearly all the men wore shoes of untanned leather, and caps of the same material, or of rough homespun cloth, resembling in form the cap of modern fishermen. The udallers, such as Haldor, Ulf, and their children, were clad in finer garments, which were looped and buttone... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586061 | gold and silver, the booty gathered on those viking cruises, against which Hilda inveighed so earnestly. The work went on vigorously until the sun began to sink behind the mountain range that lay to the north-westward of the dale. By this time the hay was all cut, and that portion which was sufficiently dry piled up, s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586062 | left the work to be finished by the younger hands, and stood together in the centre of the field chatting and looking on. Little change had taken place in the personal appearance of Ulf of Romsdal since the occasion of that memorable duel related in the first chapter of our story. Some of his elasticity, but none of hi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586063 | was gone. There was perhaps a little more thought in his face, and a few more wrinkles on his swarthy brow, but his hair was still black and his figure straight as the blade of his good sword. His old enemy but now fast friend, Haldor the Fierce, had changed still less. True, his formerly smooth chin and cheeks were | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586064 | now thickly covered with luxuriant fair hair, but his broad forehead was still unwrinkled, and his clear blue eye was as bright as when, twenty years before, it gleamed in youthful fire at Ulf. Many a battle had Haldor fought since then, at home and abroad, and several scars on his countenance and shoulders gave eviden... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586065 | come out of these altogether scathless; but war had not soured him. His smile was as free, open, and honest, and his laugh as loud and hearty, as in days of yore. Erling was the counterpart of his father, only a trifle taller and stouter. At a short distance they might have been taken for twin brothers, and those who | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586066 | did not know them could scarcely have believed that they were father and son. Close to the spot where the two friends stood, a sturdy thrall was engaged in piling up hay with an uncommon degree of energy. This man had been taken prisoner on the coast of Ireland by Ulf, during one of his sea-roving expeditions. He had a | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586067 | huge massive frame, with a profusion of red hair on his head and face, and a peculiarly humorous twinkle in his eye. His name was Kettle Flatnose. We have reason to believe that the first part of this name had no connection with that domestic utensil which is intimately associated with tea! It was a mere accidental res... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586068 | no doubt. As to the latter part, that is easily explained. In those days there were no surnames. In order to distinguish men of the same name from each other, it was usual to designate them by their complexions, or by some peculiarity of person or trait of character. A blow from a club in early life had destroyed the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586069 | shape of Kettle's nose, and had disfigured an otherwise handsome and manly countenance. Hence his name. He was about thirty-five years of age, large-boned, broad-shouldered, and tall, but lean in flesh, and rather ungainly in his motions. Few men cared to grapple with the huge Irish slave, for he possessed a superabund... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586070 | which are said to characterise his countrymen even at the present time. He was also gifted with a large share of their characteristic good humour and joviality; which qualities endeared him to many of his companions, especially to the boys of the neighbourhood. In short, there was not a better fellow in the dale than K... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586071 | not light, Kettle," observed Ulf to the thrall as he paused for a few moments in the midst of his work to wipe his heated brow. "Ill would it become me, master," replied the man, "to take my work easy when my freedom is so nearly gained." "Right, quite right," replied Ulf with an approving nod, as the thrall set | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586072 | to work again with redoubled energy. "That man," he added, turning to Haldor, "will work himself free in a few weeks hence. He is one of my best thralls. I give my slaves, as thou knowest, leave to work after hours to purchase their freedom, and Kettle labours so hard that he is almost a free man already, though he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586073 | has been with me little more than two years and a half. I fear the fellow will not remain with me after he is free, for he is an unsettled spirit. He was a chief in his own land, it seems, and left a bride behind him, I am told. If he goes, I lose a man equal to two, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586074 | he is so strong and willing.--Ho! Kettle," continued Ulf, turning to the man, who had just finished the job on which he had been engaged, "toss me yonder stone and let my friend Haldor see what thou art made of." Kettle obeyed with alacrity. He seized a round stone as large as his own head, and, with an unwieldy action | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586075 | of his great frame, cast it violently through the air about a dozen yards in advance of him. "Well cast, well cast!" cried Haldor, while a murmur of applause rose from the throng of labourers who had been instantly attracted to the spot. "Come, I will try my own hand against thee." Haldor advanced, and, lifting the sto... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586076 | for a few moments in his right hand, then, with a graceful motion and an apparently slight effort, hurled it forward. It fell a foot beyond Kettle's mark. Seeing this the thrall leaped forward, seized the stone, ran back to the line, bent his body almost to the ground, and, exerting himself to the utmost, threw it into... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586077 | hollow from which he had lifted it. "Equal!" cried Ulf. "Come, Haldor, try again." "Nay, I will not try until he beats me," replied Haldor with a good-natured laugh. "But do thou take a cast, Ulf. Thine arm is powerful, as I can tell from experience." "Not so," replied Ulf. "It becomes men who are past their prime to r... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586078 | their strength for the sword and battle-axe. Try it once more, Kettle. Mayhap thou wilt pass the mark next time." Kettle tried again and again, but without gaining a hair's-breadth on Haldor's throw. The stalwart thrall had indeed put forth greater force in his efforts than Haldor, but he did not possess his skill. "Wi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586079 | of his strength and skill?" said Haldor, looking round upon the eager faces of the crowd. "Glumm is no doubt anxious to try his hand," said Erling, who stood close to the line, with his arms resting on the head of his long-hafted battle-axe. "The shining of the Sunbeam will doubtless warm thy heart and nerve thine arm.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586080 | the latter part of his speech in a somewhat bitter tone, alluding to Hilda's smiles; but the jealous and sulky Glumm could appreciate no sunbeams save those that flashed from Ada's dark eyes. He understood the remark as a triumphant and ironical taunt, and, leaping fiercely into the ring formed by the spectators, excla... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586081 | I must have a better man than thou, Kettle, to strive with. If Erling the Bold will throw--" "I will not balk thee," interrupted the other quickly, as he laid down his axe and stepped up to the line. Glumm now made a cast. Everyone knew well enough that he was one of the best throwers of the stone in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586082 | all the dale, and confidently anticipated an easy victory over the thrall. But the unusual tumult of conflicting feelings in the young man's breast rendered him at the time incapable of exerting his powers to the utmost in a feat, to excel in which requires the union of skill with strength. At his first throw the stone... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586083 | an inch! At this Ada's face became grave, and her heart began to flutter with anxiety; for although willing enough to torment her lover a little herself, she could not brook the idea of his failing in a feat of strength before his comrades. Furious with disappointment and jealousy, and attributing Ada's expression to a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586084 | cast again with passionate energy, and sent the stone just an inch beyond the thrall's mark. There was a dispute on the point, however, which did not tend to soothe the youth's feelings, but it was ultimately decided in his favour. Erling now stood forth; and as he raised his tall form to its full height, and elevated ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586085 | above his head, he seemed (especially to Hilda) the _beau-ideal_ of manly strength and beauty. He was grieved, however, at Glumm's failure, for he knew him to be capable of doing better than he had done. He remembered their old friendship too, and pity for his friend's loss of credit caused the recently implanted jealo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586086 | He resolved, therefore, to exert himself just sufficiently to maintain his credit. But, unhappily for the successful issue of this effort of self-denial, Erling happened to cast his eye towards the spot where Hilda stood. The tender-hearted maiden chanced at that moment to be regarding Glumm with a look of genuine pity... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586087 | the huge stone went singing through the air, and fell with a crash full two yards beyond Glumm's mark. Happening to alight on a piece of rock, it sprang onward, passed over the edge of the hill or brae on the summit of which the field lay, and gathering additional impetus in its descent, went bounding down the slope, t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586088 | through everything in its way, until it found rest at last on the sea beach below. A perfect storm of laughter and applause greeted this unexpected feat, but high above the din rose the voice of Glumm, who, now in a towering passion, seized his double-handed sword, and shouting-- "Guard thee, Erling!" made a furious bl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586089 | Erling had fortunately picked up his axe after throwing the stone. He immediately whirled the heavy head so violently against the descending sword that the blade broke off close to the hilt, and Glumm stood before him, disarmed and helpless, gazing in speechless astonishment at the hilt which remained in his hands. "My... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586090 | of deep despondency. At this Erling burst into a hearty fit of laughter. "My bad sword, thou must mean," said he. "How often have I told thee, Glumm, that there was a flaw in the metal! I have advised thee more than once to prove the blade, and now that thou hast consented to do so, behold the result! But | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586091 | be not so cast down, man; I have forged another blade specially for thyself, friend Glumm, but did not think to give it thee so soon." Glumm stood abashed, and had not a word to reply. Fortunately his feelings were relieved by the attention of the whole party being attracted at that moment to the figure of a man on | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586092 | the opposite side of the valley, who ran towards them at full speed, leaping over almost every obstacle that presented itself in his course. In a few minutes he rushed, panting, into the midst of the throng, and presented a baton or short piece of wood to Ulf, at the same time exclaiming: "Haste! King Harald holds a Th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586093 | the Springs. Speed on the token." The import of this message and signal were well understood by the men of Horlingdal. When an assembly or Thing was to be convened for discussing civil matters a wooden truncheon was sent round from place to place by fleet messengers, each of whom ran a certain distance, and then delive... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586094 | to another runner, who carried it forward to a third, and so on. In this manner the whole country could be roused and its chief men assembled in a comparatively short time. When, however, the Thing was to be assembled for the discussion of affairs pertaining to war, an arrow split in four parts was the message-token. W... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586095 | arrow passed through the land men were expected to assemble armed to the teeth, but when the baton went round it was intended that they should meet without the full panoply of war. As soon as the token was presented, Ulf looked about for a fleet man to carry forward the message. Several of the youths at once stepped fo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586096 | offering their services. Foremost among them was a stout, deep-chested active boy of about twelve years of age, with long flaxen curls, a round sunburnt face, a bold yet not forward look, a merry smile, and a pair of laughing blue eyes. This was Erling's little brother Alric--a lad whose bosom was kept in a perpetual s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586097 | by the conflict carried on therein between a powerful tendency to fun and mischief, and a strong sense of the obedience due to parents. "I will go," said the boy eagerly, holding out his hand for the token. "Thou, my son?" said Haldor, regarding him with a look of ill-suppressed pride. "Go to thy mother's bower, boy. W... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586098 | fox, or mayhap even a wolf, met thee on the fell?" "Have I not my good bow of elm?" replied Alric, touching the weapon, which, with a quiver full of arrows, was slung across his back. "Tush! boy; go pop at the squirrels till thou be grown big enough to warrant thy boasting." "Father," said Alric with a look of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012586099 | glee, "I'm sure I did not boast. I did but point to my poor weapons. Besides, I have good legs. If I cannot fight, methinks I can run." "Out upon thee--" "Nay, Haldor," said Ulf, interrupting the discussion, "thou art too hard on the lad. Can he run well?" "I'll answer for that," said Erling, laying his large hand on | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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