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What provisions were provided, What did they collect together, For a lengthy feast at Pohja, For the multitude of drinkers, For the feasting of the people, For the multitude of feasters? In Carelia grew a bullock, Fat the ox they reared in Suomi, Not a large one, not a small one, But a calf of middle stature. 20 While he switched his tail in Hame Stooped his head to Kemi's river, Long his horns one hundred fathoms, Muzzle broad as half a hundred, For a week there ran an ermine All along the yoke he carried, All day long there flew a swallow 'Twixt the mighty ox's horn-tips, Striving through the space to hasten, Nor found resting-place between them; 30 Month-long ran a summer-squirrel From his neck unto his tail-end, Nor did he attain the tail-tip, Till a month had quite passed over. 'Twas this calf of size stupendous, 'Twas this mighty bull of Suomi, Whom they led forth from Carelia Till they reached the fields of Pohja. By his horns, a hundred led him, And a thousand dragged his muzzle, 40 And they led the ox still further, Till to Pohjola they brought him. On his road the ox proceeded By the Sound of Sariola strayed; Browsed the grass in marshy places, While his back the clouds were touching; But they could not find a butcher, Who could fell the country's marvel On the list of Suomi's children, 'Mid the mighty host of people, 50 Not among the youthful people, Nor among the very aged. From afar an old man journeyed Virokannas from Carelia; And he spoke the words which follow: "Wait thous wait, thou ox unhappy, While I go and fetch my mallet. If I strike you with my mallet On the skull, unhappy creature, Never in another summer, 60 Would you turn about your muzzle, Or your tail would jerk around you, Here among the fields of Pohja, By the Sound of Sariola stray." Then the old man went to strike him, Virokannas moved against him, Went to slay the ox unhappy; But his head the ox was turning, And his black eyes he was blinking. To a pine-tree sprang the old man, 70 Virokannas in the bushes, In the scrubby willow-thicket. After this they sought a butche
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