Excerpt from The Rich Fisherman, and Other Tales Sheer rock save this small nook alone But here in heaps the men are thrown Though every spark of life is gone. Brains ooze through bloody tangled locks As dashed by surge against the rocks, Slight was the storm, but yet suppose The most did thus their voyage close Strange, I repeat, that not a man Alive should land in Osterhaun. Soldiers by garb these strangers are, Most likely Swedish, from the war Which lasts so long beyond the sea And pays the fighters royally. Some gold or silver sure they bore Secured around them, to the shore, But naught of that, well knowest thou Is on a single body now. Well, Olaf, what hast thou in view? What leads this lengthy preface to Red Einar, this, - that Sigurd knows More of this business than he shows. No sluggard he when tempests rave And plunder loads the midnight wave, And small the chance of wreckage thrown 50 near his house to him unknown. When we aroused him, by the bed I marked his boots were splashed with red, His sealing club - Ha did I hear A human voice in tones of fear? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.