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Were I riding in a fox-sledge,

And in Lapland sledge were fleeing,

Than in sledge of such a suitor,

’Neath the rug of one so wrinkled,

For the hairs of fox are finer,

And his mouth-cleft is more handsome.”

Thereupon smith Ilmarinen

Bit his lips, his head turned sideways,

And the sledge drove rattling onward,

And a little way they journeyed,

When the horse pricked ears to listen,

And the long-eared steed was shying.

Then her head the maiden lifted,

In the snow she saw fresh footprints,

And she thereupon inquired,

“What has passed across our pathway?“

Said the smith, said Ilmarinen,

“’Twas a wolf that ran across it.”

Then the hapless girl was sighing,

Much she sobbed, and much was sighing,

And she spoke the words which follow:

“Woe to me, unhappy creature!

Better surely had I found it,

And my lot were surely better

If a growling wolf I followed,

Tracked the pathway of the Snouted,

Than in sledge of such a suitor,

’Neath the rug of one so wrinkled,

For the hair of wolf is finer,

And his mouth-cleft is more handsome.”

Thereupon smith Ilmarinen

Bit his lips, his head turned sideways,

And the sledge drove rattling onwards,

And at night they reached a village.

With the journey overwearied,

Slept the smith, and slept profoundly,

And another than her husband

Made the girl laugh as he slept there.

Thereupon smith Ilmarinen

In the morning when he wakened,