ting, but not one face was white with fear.

"Ran, in her caves under sea, wants us for company to-night," Ingolf
laughed.

So they tossed about all night, but in the morning the wind died down.
Great waves still rolled, and for days the sea was rough, but they
could put up the sail. Then one day Leif, as he sat in the pilot's seat,
jumped to his feet and sang:

"To eyes grown tired with looking far,
All at once appeared an island,
A stretching-place for sea-legs,
A quiet bed for backs grown stiff
On rowing-bench on rolling sea.
A place to build a red fire
And thaw the blood that sea-winds froze."

But when they came near they saw no place to land. The island was like a
mountain of rock standing out of the water. The sides were steep and
smooth. They sailed around it, but found no place to climb up.

"There are many other islands here," said Leif. "We will try another."

So he steered to another. It, too, was a steep rock, but one side sloped
down to the water and was green with grass.

"Oh, I have not seen anything so good as that green grass since I looked
into my mother's face," one man said.

There was a little harbor there. The men rowed in and quickly jumped out
and put the rollers under the ship and pulled her upon shore. Then they
threw themselves down on the grass and rolled and stretched their arms
and shouted for joy. After that they built a fire and warmed themselves
and cooked a meal and ate like wolves. They slept there that night.

In the morning before Ingolf's men started away they were standing high
up on the hillside, looking about. They saw no houses on any of the
islands, but they saw smoke rise from one hillside.

"Some other men, like us, weary of the sea and stopping to rest," said
Ingolf.

They saw the island that they had sailed around the night before.

"There can surely be nothing but birds' nests on top of that," Sighvat
said.

"Look!" cried another, pointing.

Men were standing on the flat top of that island. They were letting a
boat down the steep side with ropes. When it struck the water, they made
a rope fast to the rock and slid down it into the ship and sailed off.

"Some robber vikings from Scotland or Ireland," laughed Leif. "It is a
good hiding place for treasure."

Soon Ingolf and his men got into their ship and were off. Old Sighvat
grumbled.

"Is this land not new enough and empty enough and far enough? I am tired
of sea, sea, s