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Then he harnessed up his steed once more and galloped off to his home. Thus ended Ilmarinen's wedding and the feasts that followed it. These two stories took Antero's fancy, and he begged that 'Pappa Mikko would tell about some more times when they had good things to eat.
'But I'm so glad that Wainamoinen always got the best of it, she added. 'There was one time when he was defeated, however, said Father Mikko, 'and now I shall tell it you. It is the last story, and is about Wainamoinen's departure from Kalevala. So he began. There lived a fair and lovely maiden in Kalevala, called Mariatta.
As for the little boy, Antero, he was too shy to say anything; but he was so much interested to hear 'Pappa Mikko' that he actually forgot to nibble away at a piece of candy which 'Pappa Mikko' had brought from St. Michel.
But Father Mikko said: 'People can't be eating all the time, Antero, and I think the others would rather hear about what Lemminkainen did, when he heard of the feast and was not invited himself. Mimi cried 'Yes, yes! and so the old man began. As Lemminkainen was ploughing his fields one day, he heard the noise of sledges as if a vast number of people were on their way past.
When this important formality was finished the four members of the family and Father Mikko made themselves comfortable around the fire, and they began to ask him how things had prospered with him since they had seen him last, and to tell him about themselves how Erik, the father of the family, had been sick, and the harvest had been extra good that year, and one of the cows had a calf, and all the things that happen to people in the country.
About three o'clock in the afternoon it was dark as night then they had all finished dinner and settled down around the fire as on the day before, and Father Mikko was easily persuaded to go on with his stories. Erik was at work on a pair of snow-shoes, just like those that Lemminkainen wore in the story of the hunt after the Hisi-deer.
All his listeners seemed very much dissatisfied at the turn the story had taken, so Father Mikko hastened to assure them that Wainamoinen was not really dead, and then he began the next story. But Wainamoinen was not dead, but swam on for eight days and seven nights trying to reach land.
But now it had grown quite late, nearly nine o'clock, and so they all ate their supper and then Erik and Father Mikko sat smoking and talking while Mother Stina and the little ones went into the other room to bed, for Erik had actually two rooms in his house, and it isn't every Finnish country cabin that has that, you know.
And lastly, there was Father Mikko himself, an old man over sixty, yet strong and hearty, with a long gray beard and gray hair, and eyes that fairly twinkled with good humour.
After the old man had ended his account it was dinner-time, and they all ate with splendid appetites, while Father Mikko declared that the herring and potatoes and rye-bread and beer made a far better dinner than any he had had in the big cities in the south not even in Helsingfors had he had a better.
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