ht. It was a genuine song, for it met with a
response in all hearts, and moved their nobler being to heavenly
thoughts. But again a loud voice rose in the throng, which took up the
ugly chant of the old woman, and again loud laughter echoed through the
assembly. Then the old man on the throne grew angry, gazed wrathfully
down on the foolish throng, and immediately vanished from their eyes.
Only a mighty rushing and clanging was heard, so that all trembled, and
their blood froze in their veins. Who was the hoary singer? Was it not
Vanemuine himself? Where had he vanished to? They talked and asked each
other. But the singer remained invisible, and no one saw him again.

This was Vanemuine's last farewell to the Esthonian people. Only a few
minstrels now enjoy the happiness of listening to his singing and
playing in the far distance, and such minstrels only are able to move
their brothers with the divine voice of song.

* * * * *

In the _Kalevala_, Vaeinaemoeinen has neither wife nor child, but the
Esthonians ascribe to him a foster-daughter, of whom the following story
is related.

JUTTA.

(JANNSEN.)[35]

Once upon a time the God of Song wandered musing by the banks of Lake
Endla, and his harp clanged in unison with the thoughts which moved his
heart. There he saw a little child lying near him in the grass, which
stretched out its hands to him. He looked round everywhere for the
child's mother, but she was nowhere to be seen. So he lifted up the
beautiful little girl, and went to Taara, and begged him to give him the
child as his own. Ukko consented, and as he gazed graciously at his
daughter, her eyes shone like stars, and her hair glittered like bright
gold.

Under the divine protection the child grew up from the tender infant to
the maiden Jutta. The God of Song taught her the sweet art of speech,
and Ilmarine wrought the girl a veil, wondrously woven of silver
threads. He who gazed through her veil saw everything of which the
maiden spoke as if it were passing before his eyes. She is said to have
dwelt by the Lake of Endla, where she was often seen, planning the
flights of the birds of passage, and showing them the way; and also when
she wandered by the shores of the lake, and wept for the death of
Endla,[36] her beloved. But she took the wonderful veil, and gazed upon
the happy past, and then was she happy, for she thought she possessed
what her eyes saw. She has also