Historic Tales, Vol. 1 | Page 5

Charles Morris

bring him out of his ecstasy into reason.

"I did not go much farther than you," he at length called out, in their
own tongue "and if I am late I have a good excuse. I can tell you news."
"What are they?"
"I have made a grand discovery. See, I have found vines and grapes,"
and he showed them his hands filled with the purple fruit. "I was born
in a land where grapes grow in plenty. And this land bears them!
Behold what I bring you!"
The memory of his childhood had driven for the time all memory of the
Norse language from his brain. Grapes he had not seen for many years,
and the sight of them made him a child again. The others beheld the
prize with little less joy. They slept where they were that night, and in
the morning followed Tyrker to the scene of his discovery, where he
gladly pointed to the arbor-like vines, laden thickly with wild grapes, a
fruit delicious to their unaccustomed palates.
"This is a glorious find," cried Leif. "We must take some of this
splendid fruit north. There are two kinds of work now to be done. One
day you shall gather grapes the next you shall cut timber to freight the
ship. We must show our friends north what a country we have found.
As for this land, I have a new name for it. Let it be called Vineland, the
land of grapes and wine."
After this discovery there is little of interest to record. The winter,
which proved to be a very mild one, passed away, and in the spring
they set sail again for Greenland, their ship laden deeply with timber,
so useful a treasure in their treeless northern home, while the long-boat
was filled to the gunwale with the grapes they had gathered and dried.
Such is the story of the first discovery of America, as told in the sagas
of the North. Leif the Lucky was the name given the discoverer from
that time forward. He made no more visits to Vineland, for during the
next winter his father died, and he became the governing head of the
Greenland settlements.
But the adventurous Northmen were not the men to rest at ease with an

untrodden continent so near at hand. Thorvald, Leif's brother, one of
the boldest of his race, determined to see for himself the wonders of
Vineland. In the spring of 1002 he set sail with thirty companions, in
the pioneer ship of American discovery, the same vessel which Biarni
and Leif had made famous in that service. Unluckily the records fail to
give us the name of this notable ship.
Steering southward, they reached in due time the lake on whose shores
Leif and his crew had passed the winter. The buildings stood unharmed,
and the new crew passed a winter here, most of their time being spent
in catching and drying the delicious salmon which thronged river and
lake. In the spring they set sail again, and explored the coast for a long
distance to the south. How far they went we cannot tell, for all we
know of their voyage is that nearly everywhere they found white sandy
shores and a background of unbroken forest. Like Leif, they saw no
men.
Back they came to Vineland, and there passed the winter again.
Another spring came in the tender green of the young leafage, and
again they put to sea. So far fortune had steadily befriended them. Now
the reign of misfortune began. Not far had they gone before the vessel
was driven ashore by a storm, and broke her keel on a protruding shoal.
This was not a serious disaster. A new keel was made, and the old one
planted upright in the sands of the coast.
"We will call this place Kial-ar-ness" [Keel Cape], said Thorvald.
On they sailed again, and came to a country of such attractive aspect
that Thorvald looked upon it with longing eyes.
"This is a fine country, and here I should like to build myself a home,"
he said, little deeming in what gruesome manner his words were to be
fulfilled.
For now, for the first time in the story of these voyages, are we told of
the natives of the land,--the Skroelings, as the Norsemen called them.
Passing the cape which Thorvald had chosen for his home, the mariners
landed to explore the shore, and on their way back to the ship saw, on

the white sands, three significant marks. They were like those made by
a boat when driven ashore. Continuing their observation, they quickly
perceived, drawn well up on the shore, three skin-canoes turned keel
upward. Dividing into three parties, they righted these boats, and to
their surprise saw that under
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