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He had not proceeded far when he found it cast up on the shore, and so full of fish that not a mesh was visible. 'It is all very fine to possess a cow, said Matte, as he cleaned the fish; 'but what are we going to feed her on? 'We shall find some means, said his wife; and the cow found the means herself.
'She could not swim so far, and our boat is not large enough to bring her over here; and even if we had her, we have nothing to feed her on. 'We have four alder bushes and sixteen tufts of grass, rejoined Maie. 'Yes, of course, laughed Matte, 'and we have also three plants of garlic. Garlic would be fine feeding for her. 'Every cow likes salt herring, rejoined his wife.
'What are you thinking of? asked Matte. 'Nothing, said his wife; but all the time she was pondering over some magic rhymes she had heard in her childhood from an old lame man, which were supposed to bring luck in fishing. 'What if I were to try? thought she. Now this was Saturday, and on Saturday evenings Matte never set the herring-net, for he did not fish on Sunday.
This question so struck her to the heart that she could not reply. 'We have no cow, Matte answered; 'but we have good smoked herring, and can cook them in a couple of hours. 'All right, then, that will do, said the students, as they flung themselves down on the rock, while fifty silvery-white herring were turning on the spit in front of the fire.
'The maiden who can work such wonders is fitted to be the wife of the greatest chief, he said, and so he married her, and took her with him across the sea to his own home, where they lived happily for ever after. From 'Folk Lore, by A. F. Mackenzie. The Sea King's Gift There was once a fisherman who was called Salmon, and his Christian name was Matte.
The rock Ahtola became so grand and Maie so grand that all the sea-urchins and herring were lost in wonderment. Even Prince was fed on beefsteaks and cream scones till at last he was as round as a butter jar. 'Are you satisfied now? asked Matte. 'I should be quite satisfied, said Maie, 'if only I had thirty cows. At least that number is required for such a household.
'Go to the fairies, said Matte. His wife set out in the new steamer and sang to the sea-king. Next morning thirty cows stood on the shore, all finding food for themselves. 'Know'st thou, good man, that we are far too cramped on this wretched rock, and where am I to find room for so many cows? 'There is nothing to be done but to pump out the sea. 'Rubbish! said his wife.
'Nothing, said his wife; but all the time she was pondering over some magic rhymes she had heard in her childhood from an old lame man, which were supposed to bring luck in fishing. 'What if I were to try? thought she. Now this was Saturday, and on Saturday evenings Matte never set the herring-net, for he did not fish on Sunday.
And when we find a man persevering indeed, in his fault, as all of us do, and openly overtaken, as not all of us are, by its consequences, to gloss the matte over, with too polite biographers, is to do the work of the wrecker disfiguring beacons on a perilous seaboard; but to call him bad, with a self-righteous chuckle, is to be talking in one's sleep with Heedless and Too-bold in the arbour.
In autumn, when Matte and Maie went ashore, the cow went to sea, and in spring, when they returned to the rock, there she stood awaiting them. 'We shall require a better house, said Maie the following summer; 'the old one is too small for ourselves and the men. 'Yes, said Matte.
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