And snapped the cord which to the mane Had bound my neck in lieu of rein, And, writhing half my form about, Howled back my curse; but 'midst the tread Have paid their insult back again They played me then a bitter prank, When, with the wild horse for my guide, They bound me to his foaming flank: At length I played them one as frank. We rustled through the leaves like wind, Oh! how I wished for spear or sword, At least to die amidst the horde When first my courser's race begun, But now I doubted strength and speed. Onward we went, then slack and slow: His savage force at length o'erspent, The drooping courser, faint and low, All feebly foaming went. . . . And then, while reeling on our way, I strove to cry, my lips were dumb. Came thickly thundering on, The sight re-nerved my courser's feet; And reeking limbs immovable -- On came the troop- they saw him stoop, they start- they sniff the air, They found me senseless on the plain, Me-one day o'er their realm to reign. 66 - From Tales Chiefly Oriental," by Lord Byron. HOW THE MASTER SMITH RODE WOOING LMARINEN, Master of Smiths, surely needed a washing. Grimy with soot and gray with ashes, he stepped into the bathhouse. Out of doors the sun was shining; by the window a cuckoo was calling; in the air sweet voices were sounding. He looked, he listened, his heart throbbed with joy as he disrobed himself and poured the water slowly upon the redhot bath-stones. Soon the house was filled with a mighty steam; the Smith was lost to view in the dense hot vapor. An hour passed by, the sun went down, and at length Ilmarinen came forth from his bathing. Who would have known him? Who would have thought that a bath could work such wonders? His hair was of a golden yellow; his cheeks were as ruddy as cranberries in the late days of autumn; his eyes sparkled like two full moons when the sky is clear and the winds are at rest. And he was clothed, oh, so beautifully! His coat was of linen dyed yellow and prettily embroidered by his mother. His trousers were of soft flannel, scarletcolored. His vest was of crimson silk. His stockings, too, were silken and very long. His shoes were made of softest leather leather tanned from the skin of a reindeer. Over his shoulders he wore a sky-blue shawl, thick and soft. Around his waist was a magic girdle fastened with gold buckles. His hands were incased in reindeer gloves of wondrous warmth and beauty; and on his head was the finest cap that had ever been seen — the cap which his father and grandfather had worn in their youth when they went wooing. His mother threw her arms around his neck and wept for very pride and happiness. "O my beautiful boy!" she cried. "Never was your father so handsomely dressed. Never was any bridegroom more fitly arrayed. Good luck to you! Good luck to you!" Ilmarinen put her away gently, kissing her on the cheek and thanking her. |