out of breath there came a man:
"Thy brother is sailing off, fast as he can."

"Let them sail, my friend, who to sail may choose,
The word of our Lord we will not lose,

"The Mass is the word of our blessed Lord.
Take water, ye swains, for our table board.

"We will sit at board, and the bread we will taste,
Then unto the sea-shore will we haste."

Now down they all sped to the ocean strand,
Where the Ox lay rocking before the land.

And speedily they to the ocean bore
The anchor, and cable, the sail and oar.

Saint Oluf he stood on the prow when on board:
"Now forward, thou Ox, in the name of the Lord!"

He grappled the Ox by the horn so white:
"Hie now as if thou went clover to bite!"

Then forward the Ox began to hie,
In his wake roll'd the billows boisterously.

He hallooed to the lad on the yard so high:
"Do we the Dragon of Harald draw nigh?"

"No more of the pomps of the world I see,
Than the uppermost top of the good oak tree.

"I see, 'neath the land of Norroway, skim
Bright silken sails with a golden rim.

"I see, 'neath Norroway's mountains proud,
The Dragon bearing of sail a cloud.

"I see, I see, by Norroway's side,
The Dragon gallantly forward stride!"

On the ribs of the Ox a blow he gave:
"Now faster, faster, over the wave!"

He struck the Ox on the eye with force:
"To the haven much speedier thou must course!"

Then forward the Ox began to leap,
No sailor on deck his stand could keep.

Then cords he took, and his mariners fast
He tied to the vessel's sheets and mast.

'Twas then, 'twas then, the steersman cried:
"But who shall now the vessel guide?"

His white gloves off Saint Oluf throws,
And he himself to the rudder goes.

"O we will sail o'er cliff and height,
The nearest way like a line of light."

So o'er the hills and dales they career,
To them they became like water clear.

They sailed along o'er the mountains blue,
Then out came running the Elfin crew.

"Who sails o'er the gold in which we joy?
Our ancient father who dares annoy?"

"Elf, turn to stone and a stone remain,
Till I by this path return again!"

So they sailed o'er Skaaney's mountains tall,
And stones became the little elves all.

Out came a Carline, with spindle and rok:
"Saint Oluf! why sailest thou us to mock?

"Saint Oluf, thou who the red beard hast,
Through my chamber wall thy ship hath passed."

With a glance of scorn did Saint Oluf say:
"Stand there