d cries for help from time to time, and
as they kept on she mounted the hill to see what it was. There she saw
Bernt up on the cliff, and the overturned _Femboering_ bobbing up and
down against it. She immediately dashed down to the boat-place, got out
the old rowing-boat, and rowed along the shore and round the island
right out to him.

Bernt lay sick under her care the whole winter through, and didn't go a
fishing all that year. Ever after this, too, it seemed to folks as if
the lad were a little bit daft.

On the open sea he never would go again, for he had got the sea-scare.
He wedded the Finn girl, and moved over to Malang, where he got him a
clearing in the forest, and he lives there now, and is doing well, they
say.

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[1] A district in northern Norway.

[2] A boat with three oars on each side.

[3] A long pole, with a hooked iron spike at the end of it, for spearing
Kvejte or hallibut with.

[4] A large boat with five oars on each side, used for winter fishing in
northern Norway.

[5] The chief port in those parts.

[6] _Hin Karen_ = "the devil." _Karen_ is the Danish _Karl_.

[7] The _Kloer_, or clews, were rings in the corner of the sail to fasten
it down by in a strong wind. _Setja ei Klo_ = "take in the sail a clew."
_Setja tvo_, or _tri Kloer_ = "take it in two or three clews," _i.e._,
diminish it still further as the wind grew stronger.

[8] A demon peculiar to the north Norwegian coast. It rides the seas in
a half-boat. Compare Icelandic _draugr_.

[9] See note 3 above.

[10] _Vaere med hu, Mor. Hu_ is the Danish _Hun_.

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_JACK OF SJOEHOLM AND THE GAN-FINN_

[Illustration: _THE GAN-FINN._]

JACK OF SJOEHOLM AND THE GAN[1]-FINN

In the days of our forefathers, when there was nothing but wretched
boats up in Nordland, and folks must needs buy fair winds by the sackful
from the Gan-Finn, it was not safe to tack about in the open sea in
wintry weather. In those days a fisherman never grew old. It was mostly
womenfolk and children, and the lame and halt, who were buried ashore.

Now there was once a boat's crew from Thjoettoe in Helgeland, which had
put to sea, and worked its way right up to the East Lofotens.

But that winter the fish would not bite.

They lay to and waited week after week, till the month was out, and
there was nothing for it but to turn home again with their fishing gear
and e