The Norsemen in the West | Page 3

anything of their elegance.
"You are always dreaming, widow Gudrid," said Leif, with a quiet smile,--for he was no believer in dreams or superstitions, in which respect he differed much from the men and women of his time; "nevertheless, I am bound to admit that you did tell me that `something' was going to happen, and no one can deny that something is about to occur just now. But your dream happened a month or six weeks ago, and the `something,' which you are pleased to assume is these two ships, is only happening to-day. See, now, I can be a more definite prophet than thou: I will prophesy that Yule is coming,--and it will surely come if you only wait long enough!"
"You are an unbeliever, brother-in-law," retorted Gudrid, with a laugh; "but I have not time to reason with you. These ships will bring strangers, and I must prepare to show them hospitality.--Come, Olaf, help me to put the house in order."
Thus summoned, Olaf followed Gudrid into the house with alacrity, for he was passionately fond of his pretty aunt, who stood in the place of a mother to him, his own mother having died when he was an infant.
"But, aunt," said Olaf, checking himself in the doorway and looking wistfully back, "I want to see the ships come in."
"You shall see that, my son; I will not keep you too long."
This was quite sufficient. Olaf thoroughly believed in his aunt's truthfulness and wisdom. He set to work to assist in clearing away the confusion--part of which, in the shape of toys and chips--was of his own creating--and became so busy that he almost forgot the ships--at least if he did remember them they did not weigh heavily on his mind.
"Now, Olaf," said Gudrid, going to the window when the preparations were nearly completed, "you may run down to the shore, for the ships will soon be on the strand."
The boy waited no second bidding, you may be sure. He flew out of the house, and to his great surprise beheld the two ships--which so lately had appeared like sea-birds on the horizon--coming grandly up the fiord, their great square sails bulging out before a smart breeze.
All the men of the little colony were assembled on the shore--all, at least, who chanced to be at home at the time; but many of the inhabitants were absent--some fishing, some gone to Iceland, and others on viking-cruise. There were probably about thirty men on the sands, besides a good many women and children.
It must not be supposed, however, that this was the whole of that Greenland colony. It was only the part of it that had settled at Brattalid in Ericsfiord. There was another portion, a few miles distant, named Heriulfness, nearly as large as that of Ericsfiord, which had been founded by Heriulf a friend and companion of Eric the Red. Heriulf had soon followed his friend Eric to the grave, leaving the management of the colony of Heriulfness to his son Biarne.
Biarne had not been present when the two sails were first observed, but he chanced to come over to Brattalid just before their arrival.
"What, ho! Biarne," shouted Leif, as the son of Heriulf went down to the beach, "come up hither."
Leif stood on an elevated rock apart, and Biarne, a good deal excited, went up to him.
"Why, what ails thee?" asked Leif.
"Nothing," replied Biarne, "but I think I know whose ship that first one is."
"Ay! is it the ship of a friend or a foe?"
"A friend," replied Biarne--"at least he was a friend when I knew him in Norway, nigh twenty summers past, and I did not think him changeable. You and I, Leif, have often sailed these northern seas together and apart, but I do not think that in all our wanderings either of us has met before or since a finer man than Karlsefin, though he was a mere stripling when I knew him."
The Norseman's eyes flashed as he spoke of his friend, for, besides being a strong and handsome man, he possessed a warm enthusiastic heart. Indeed, he had been noted in the settlement for the strength of his affection for his father Heriulf, and his dutiful conduct towards him as long as the old man lived.
"Karlsefin," repeated Leif, musing; "I know him not."
"Yet he knows you," said Biarne; "when I met him in Norway I told him all about your discovery of Vinland."
"Nay, thine own discovery of it," said Leif.
"Not so," replied the other, with a blush, in which a frown mingled; "I did but look upon the land--you went ashore and took possession."
"Well, if I did so I have not retained it," replied Leif, with a laugh; "but say, how know you that this is Karlsefin's ship?"
"I know by the cut of her figure-head