inted that she sends a magic bear to devour him
and his brother. But, hearing this monster is coming, Wainamoinen
directs the blacksmith to make him a wonderful spear, with which he
slays the bear, whose skin and flesh prove a boon to his people.

_Runes XLVII and XLVIII._ Still angry, Louhi steals from Wainamoinen
the sun, moon, and fire, and thus all the homes in Kalevala are cold,
dark, and cheerless. Gazing downward, Ukko, king of the heaven,
wonders because he sees no light, and sends down a flash of lightning,
which, after striking the earth, drops into the sea and is swallowed
by a pike. This fiery mouthful, however, proves so uncomfortable, that
the fish swims madly around until swallowed by another. Learning that
the fire-ball is now in a pike, Wainamoinen fishes until he secures
that greedy denizen of the deep. Opening his quarry, he seizes the
lightning, which burns his fingers so badly that he drops it, until he
decides to convey it to his people in the wood of an elm.

_Rune XLIX._ Although fire is thus restored to mankind, the sun and
the moon are still missing. Ilmarinen therefore forges a magnificent
silver moon and golden sun, in the vain hope of replacing the orbs
which Louhi has stolen, and which are hidden in the cave where she
once treasured the Sampo. Discovering this fact by magic means,
Wainamoinen starts out in quest of sun and moon, and, by changing
himself into a pike to cross the river, reaches the land of Louhi,
defeats her sons, and finds the orbs he is seeking guarded by a
multitude of snakes. Although Wainamoinen slays these keepers, he
cannot recover the captive sun or moon until Louhi, who has meantime
assumed the form of an eagle and then of a dove, sends them back to
Kalevala, where their return is hailed with joy.

"Greetings to thee, Sun of fortune;
Greetings to thee, Moon of good-luck;
Welcome sunshine, welcome moonlight;
Golden is the dawn of morning!
Free art thou, O Sun of silver,
Free again, O Moon beloved,
As the sacred cuckoo's singing,
As the ring-dove's liquid cooing.
Rise, thou silver Sun, each morning,
Source of light and life hereafter,
Bring us daily joyful greetings,
Fill our homes with peace and plenty,
That our sowing, fishing, hunting,
May be prospered by thy coming.
Travel on thy daily journey,
Let the Moon be ever with thee;
Glide along thy way rejoicing,
End thy journeyings in slumber;
Rest at evening in the ocea