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vanished forms from the Sagas, thou wilt
people these islands, and let us glide past
these reminiscences of the olden time with
the mind full of them; clearly and truly wilt
thou let us glide, as we now with the power
of steam fly past that firmly standing scenery,
the swelling sea, rocks and reefs, the main
land, and wood-grown islands.
We are already past Braavigen, where
numberless ships from the northern kingdoms
lay, when Upsala’s King, Sigurd Ring, came,
challenged by Harald Hildetand, who, old
and grey, feared to die on a sick bed, and
would fall in battle; and the mainland
thundered like the plains of Marathon beneath the
tramp of horses’ hoofs during the battle:
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bards and female warriors surrounded the
Danish King. The blind old man raised
himself high in his chariot, gave his horse
free rein, and hewed his way. Odin himself
had due reverence paid to Hildetand’s bones;
and the pile was kindled, and the King laid on
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