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Take one of them for thy wife; she will make thee happy and be an honour to thy home. 'I don't think he had much of a heart if he could be consoled so easily as all that, said Mother Stina, a little indignantly. 'Wait and you shall see, said old Father Mikko with a smile; and he continued.
'How I wish I could have heard Wainamoinen's music! Was his kantele like the one pappa has up in the loft, Pappa Mikko? If it was, I wish pappa would play on ours. 'I expect they are just alike, replied Father Mikko; 'and when your pappa's pappa was alive, I remember that he used to play on the kantele very sweetly, but there are not many in our land that can play the kantele now.
Under it our land has advanced and grown comfortable and happy let us only pray that we may never be less so. They were all silent for some time, and then all of them thanked Father Mikko heartily for the pleasure that he had given them.
Thus Father Mikko ended, adding: 'And I think we must stop now for the night, for it is getting late. Then they had supper, and it was not long before all of them had gone to bed and were sound asleep. Early the next morning they were all awakened by a dull thud and a smothered shout. Erik and Father Mikko jumped up and lit a lantern, and then hurried to the door, which stood open.
And the third sang sadly 'Consolation! Consolation! never ending all his life long for the comfort of the broken-hearted mother. Mother Stina looked at little Mimi very solemnly when this story was ended, as if she wondered whether she herself would ever need to take to heart the warning of Aino's mother. But no one said anything, and Father Mikko continued on with the next story.
'Ah! said little Mimi, with a sigh of relief, 'I was afraid you weren't going to tell us about Wainamoinen at all. And then Father Mikko went on again. Wainamoinen lived for many years upon the island on which he had first landed from the sea, pondering how he should plant the trees and make the mighty forests grow.
They talked of their country, for that was the dearest subject to both of them, they were intelligent men for their class, and when Father Mikko told how the Russian Tsar was taking their liberties away from them, and was beginning to break all his oaths and promises and would no doubt end up by making them as badly off as the people on the south side of the Finnish Gulf when Father Mikko related all this, Erik's eyes flashed and he longed to be able to draw the sword to defend his beloved country's liberty.
But at last they had gone over all these things and were sleepy themselves, so they made up their beds on some sheep-skin rugs on the floor, and soon fell into a sound sleep. The next day it was still storming, and so Father Mikko gave up all idea of leaving that day.
'Woe is me, he sang, 'that I did not woo and marry in my youth, for the old men cannot hope to conquer the young ones when they go a-wooing. When this story was ended, Father Mikko stopped a while to rest, and the others discussed the stories that he had just told.
'Don't be too hard on the poor Lapps, my dear, said Father Mikko, 'for you see this happened a great many hundreds of years ago, and the whole world has grown better since then. But now we will leave Ilmarinen and Wainamoinen for a while, and I will tell you about the reckless Lemminkainen and his adventures. So the old man began as follows:
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