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Runo XXXI]

Whom the bird to Russia carried

Soon grew up into a merchant;

Whom he carried to Carelia,

Kalervo was called by others,

While the third at home remaining,

Bore the name of Untamoinen,

For his father’s lifelong anguish,

And his mother’s deep affliction.

Untamoinen laid his netting

Down in Kalervo’s fish-waters:

Kalervoinen saw the netting,

In his bag he put the fishes.

Untamo of hasty temper

Then became both vexed and angry,

And his fingers turned to battle,

With his open palms he urged it,

Making strife for fishes’ entrails,

And for perch-fry made a quarrel.

Thus they fought and thus contended,

Neither overcame the other,

And though one might smite the other,

He himself again was smitten.

At another time it happened,

On the next and third day after,

Kalervoinen oats was sowing,

Back of Untamoinen’s dwelling.

Sheep of Untamo most reckless

Browsed the oats of Kalervoinen,

Whereupon his dog ferocious

Tore the sheep of Untamoinen.

Untamo began to threaten

Kalervo, his very brother;

Kalervo’s race vowed to slaughter,

Smite the great, and smite the little,

And to fall on all the people,

And their houses burn to ashes.

Men with swords in belt he mustered,

Weapons for their hands provided,

Little boys with spears in girdle,

Handsome youths who shouldered axes,