not go together--the
acceptance of the one implied the rejection of the other.
Frequently during the winter Karlsefin and Leif had earnest
conversations about the prospects of the infant colony.
"Leif," said Karlsefin, one day, "my mind is troubled."
"That is bad," replied Leif; "what troubles it?"
"The thoughts that crowd upon me in regard to this settlement."
"I marvel not at that," returned Leif, stopping and looking across the
lake, on the margin of which they were walking; "your charge is a heavy
one, calling for earnest thought and careful management. But what is
the particular view that gives you uneasiness?"
"Why, the fact that it does not stand on a foundation which is likely to
be permanent. A house may not be very large, but if its foundation be
good it will stand. If, however, its foundation be bad, then the bigger
and grander it is, so much the worse for the house."
"That is true. Go on."
"Well, it seems to me that the foundation of our settlement is not good.
It is true that some of us have our wives here, and there is, besides,
a sprinkling of young girls, who are being courted by some of the men;
nevertheless it remains a stubborn truth that far the greater part of
the men are those who came out with Thorward and me, and have left
either wives or sweethearts in Norway and in Iceland. Now these may be
pleased to remain here for a time, but it cannot be expected that they
will sit down contentedly and make it their home."
"There is truth in what you say, Karlsefin. Have any of your men spoken
on that subject?"
"No, none as yet; but I have not failed to note that some of them are
not so cheerful and hearty as they used to be."
"What is to prevent you making a voyage to Iceland and Norway next
spring," said Leif, "and bringing out the wives and families, and, if
you can, the sweethearts of these men?"
Karlsefin laughed heartily at this suggestion. "Why, Leif," he said,
"has your sojourn on the barren coast of Greenland so wrought on your
good sense, or your feelings, that you should suppose thirty or forty
families will agree at once to leave home and kindred to sail for and
settle in a new land of the West that they have barely,--perhaps never--
heard of; and think you that sweethearts have so few lovers at home that
they will jump at those who are farthest away from them? It is one
thing to take time and trouble to collect men and households that are
willing to emigrate;
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