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Runo XXIV]

By the shore of Sound of Sima.

On he drove across the sandhills,

Shingle crashed, and sand was snaking,

Swayed the sledge, the pathway rattled,

Loudly rang the iron runners,

And the frame of birch resounded,

And the curving laths were rattling,

Shaking was the cherry collar,

And the whiplash whistling loudly,

And the rings of copper shaking,

As the noble horse sprang forward,

As the White-front galloped onward.

Drove the smith one day, a second,

Driving likewise on the third day;

With one hand the horse he guided,

And with one embraced the damsel,

One foot on the sledge-side rested,

Underneath the rug the other.

Quick they sped, and fast they journeyed,

And at length upon the third day

Just about the time of sunset,

Hove in sight the smith’s fair dwelling

And they came to Ilma’s homestead,

And the smoke in streaks ascended,

And the smoke rose thickly upward,

From the house in wreaths arising,

Up amid the clouds ascending.