sh, and the thickets rustled with
game, and the islands were covered with innumerable wild fowl; where
even the dew upon the grass was honey-sweet!

As they gazed upon the blooming banks and woods and low hills, warm and
green with sunlight, cries of admiration burst from every throat.

Valbrand made bold to warn his chief, "Though I do not dispute your will
in this, any more than in anything else, I will say that difficulties
are to be expected if men are to be parted from such a land without at
least tasting of its good things."

Even for those who had been longest with him, the Lucky One was full of
surprises.

"It has never been my intention to continue sailing after we had
accomplished the three landings," he answered quietly. "Ungrateful to
God would we be, were we to fail in showing honor to the good things He
has led us to. I expect to stay over winter in this place."

CHAPTER XXVI

VINLAND THE GOOD

"... They sailed toward this land, and came to an
island lying north of it, and went ashore in fine
weather and looked round. They found dew on the
grass, and touched it with their hands, and put it
to their mouths, and it seemed to them that they
had never tasted anything so sweet as this dew.
Then they went on hoard and sailed into the
channel, which was between the island and the cape
which ran north from the mainland. They passed the
cape, sailing in a westerly direction. There the
water was very shallow, and their ship went
aground, and at ebb-tide the sea was far out from
the ship. But they were so anxious to get ashore
that they could not wait till the high-water
reached their ship, and ran out on the beach where
a river flowed from a lake. When the high-water
set their ship afloat they took their boat and
rowed to the ship and towed it up the river into
the lake. There they cast anchor, and took their
leather-bags ashore, and there built
booths."--FLATEYJARBO'K.

It was October, and it was the new camp, and it was Helga the Fair
tripping across the green background with a skirtful of red and yellow
thorn-berries and a wreath of fiery autumn leaves upon her sunny head.

Where a tongue of land ran out between a lake-like bay and a river that
hurried down to throw herself into its arms, there lay the new
settlement. Facing seaward, the five newly-built huts stood on the edge
of a grove that crowned the river bluffs. Behind them stretched some
hundred yards of wooded highland, ending in