The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
The son of Kalev then left the brook, took the boards on his
back, and set out for home. On his
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journey he passed through a pine forest which belonged to men,
a leafy forest sacred to women, and a hazel thicket, the last
refuge of the maidens, the orphans, and the sick. Here his
foot touched something soft, which he found to be a man of
about the stature of our present race, who was quaking with
fear and besought his protection. The Kalevide took him up
kindly by the hair, and dropped him into his wallet, where he
fell as down a deep precipice, till he came to a stop among
the bread and herrings at the bottom. Then the hero asked him
what had frightened him so much.
Up from the bottom of the bag came a voice like the croaking of
a frog from the bottom of a deep well, and this was the man's
story:—"Yesterday evening I was wandering on the shores of Lake
Peipus, and lost my way. Presently I came to a footpath which
led me to a poor hut, where I thought to find a night's
lodging. I came into a great empty room, where an old woman was
standing by the hearth preparing supper. She was cooking half a
pig in a great pot with peas, and kindly gave me a cupful, but
told me to eat my supper quick. As soon as I had finished, she
told me to hide among the straw which she had laid under the
table, and
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to lie as still as a mouse, for if I only moved a finger after
her sons returned, they would be sure to kill me. I thanked
the good old woman, and crept into the straw, where three men
could easily have hidden themselves; and I hoped to sleep. But
presently I heard steps approaching which shook the house; and
whether or not it was my fear that makes me think so, I fancy,
noble scion of the Kalevides, that even your heavy tread never
made such a noise.
"The two brothers rushed into the room like wild bears, and one of them
sniffed about the room and said, 'Mother, who has been here? I smell
man's sweat.' 'Nobody has even been near the house to-day, my son,'
answered the old woman. 'If you smell anything, you must have brought
the smell with you from out of doors.'
"Then she gave them their supper, and they ate as much as would have
satisfied fifty of our race, and left something over. Then they laid
themselves down on the hard floor, one on each side the table, while
the old woman crept cautiously up the ladder to her couch above the
stove.
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