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Rh Arranged the hay in cocks—into a hundred heaps, Then piled it into a stack, heaped it into a thick rick.
 * The meadow was already mown—the hay laid out on upright poles,

(When) a Norwegian Lapp came, by name the 'fiery' Tursas, (Who) flung the hay into a fire, tossed it into the flames. A little ash resulted, a small quantity of ashes. Whereupon the girls reflect, the maidens deliberate Where the ashes may be gathered, the hot ash residue may be put: "They are just short of ash, they stand in urgent need of lye To wash the head of Päivä's son—the good hero's eyes."
 * A wind came from the mountains—a heavy storm from the north-east [v. a chilly wind from Olonetz];

Thither the wind bore the ashes, the north-east wind gathered the ashes From the misty headland point, from the foggy island cape A wind brings the acorn of an oak—bore it from a distant land To the 'fiery' rapids' brink, to the 'holy' river's banks, Threw it on a good place—on a border of fat earth. From it a sprout rose, an incomparable shoot sprang, From it grew a splendid oak, an enormous tree raised itself, Its head strove towards the sky, its boughs spread outwards into space.

20 To a pointless cape, to a level beaten plain.