The Greatest World Classics Retold for Children. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу

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СКАЧАТЬ Thor, that Gunnbiorn was a foolish fellow. Why, look! It is only a piece of floating ice such as we sometimes see from Iceland. It is no ship, and there is no one on it."

      His men laughed and one called to another and said:

      "And you thought of frost giants!"

      Then they sailed on for days and days. They met many of these icebergs. On one of them was a white bear.

      "Yonder is a strange pilot," Eric laughed.

      "I have seen bears come floating so to the north shore of Iceland," an old man said. "Perhaps they come from the land that we are going to find."

      One day Eric said:

      "I see afar off an iceberg larger than any one yet. Perhaps that is our white land."

      But even as he said it he felt his boat swing under his hand as he held the tiller. He bore hard on the rudder, but he could not turn the ship.

      "What is this?" he cried. "A strong river is running here. It is carrying our ship away from this land. I cannot make head against it. Out with the oars!"

      So with oars and sail and rudder they fought against the current, but it took the boat along like a chip, and after a while they put up their oars and drifted.

      "Luck has taken us into its own hands," Eric laughed. "But this is as good a way as another."

      Sometimes they were near enough to see the land, then they were carried out into the sea and thought that they should never see any land again.

      "Perhaps this river will carry us to a whirlpool and suck us under," the men said.

      But at last Eric felt the current less strong under his hand.

      "To the oars again!" he called.

      So they fought with the current and sailed out of it and went on toward land. But when they reached the shore they found no place to go in. Steep black walls shot up from the sea. Nothing grew on them. When the men looked above the cliffs they saw a long line of white cutting the sky.

      "It is a land of ice," they said.

      They sailed on south, all the time looking for a place to go ashore.

      "I am sick of this endless sea," Thorhild complained, "but this land is worse."

      After a while they began to see small bays cut into the shore with little flat patches of green at their sides. They landed in these places and stretched and warmed themselves and ate.

      "But these spots are only big enough for graves," the men said. "We can not live here."

      So they went on again. All the time the weather was growing colder. Eric's people kept themselves wrapped in their cloaks and put scarfs around their heads.

      "And it is still summer!" Thorhild said. "What will it be in winter?"

      "We must find a place to build a house now before the winter comes on," said Eric. "We must not freeze here."

      So they chose a little spot with hills about it to keep off the wind. They made a house out of stones; for there were many in that place. They lived there that winter. The sea for a long way out from shore froze so that it looked like white land. The men went out upon it to hunt white bear and seal. They ate the meat and wore the skins to keep them warm. The hardest thing was to get fuel for the fire. No trees grew there. The men found a little driftwood along the shore, but it was not enough. So they burned the bones and the fat of the animals they killed.

      "It is a sickening smell," Thorhild said. "I have not been out of this mean house for weeks. I am tired of the darkness and the smoke and the cattle. And all the time I hear great noises, as though some giant were breaking this land into pieces."

      "Ah, cheer up, good wife!" Eric laughed. "I smell better luck ahead."

      Once Eric and his men climbed the cliffs and went back into the middle of the land. When they came home they had this to tell:

      "It is a country of ice, shining white. Nothing grows on it but a few mosses. Far off it looks flat, but when you walk upon it, there are great holes and cracks. We could see nothing beyond. There seems to be only a fringe of land around the edge of an island of ice."

      The winter nights were very long. Sometimes the sun showed for an hour, sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes it did not show at all for a week. The men hunted by the bright shining of the moon or by the northern lights.

      As it grew warmer the ice in the sea began to crack and move and melt and float away. Eric waited only until there was a clear passage in the water. Then he launched his boat, and they sailed southward again. At last they found a place that Eric liked.

      "Here I will build my house," he said.

      So they did and lived there that summer and pastured their cattle and cut hay for the winter and fished and hunted.

      The next spring Eric said:

      "The land stretches far north. I am hungry to know what is there."

      Then they all got into the boat again and sailed north.

      "We can leave no one here," Eric had said. "We cannot tell what might come between us. Perhaps giants or dragons or strange men might come out of this inland ice and kill our people. We must stay together."

      Farther north they found only the same bare, frozen country. So after a while they sailed back to their home and lived there.

      One spring after they had been in that land for four years, Eric said:

      "My eyes are hungry for the sight of men and green fields again. My stomach is sick of seal and whale and bear. My throat is dry for mead. This is a bare and cold and hungry land. I will visit my friends in Iceland."

      "And our swords are rusty with long resting," said his men. "Perhaps we can find play for them in Iceland."

      "Now I have a plan," Eric suddenly said. "Would it not be pleasant to see other feast halls as we sail along the coast?"

      "Oh! it would be a beautiful sight," his men said.

      "Well," said Eric, "I am going to try to bring back some neighbors from Iceland. Now we must have a name for our land. How does Greenland sound?"

      His men laughed and said:

      "It is a very white Greenland, but men will like the sound of it. It is better than Iceland."

      So Eric and all his people sailed back and spent the winter with his friends.

      "Ah! Eric, it is good to hear your laugh again," they said.

      Eric was at many feasts and saw many men, and he talked much of his Greenland.

      "The sea is full of whale and seals and great fish," he said. "The land has bear and reindeer. There are no men there. Come back with me and choose your land."

      Many men said that they would СКАЧАТЬ