ILLUSTRATIONS
| The lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, and gurly grew the sea | [Frontispiece] |
| “I fear not sign,” quoth the grisly elf, “that is made with bloody hands” | [84] |
| He turned him round; but still it hung behind him | [158] |
| But springing up, he raised his club, and aimed a dreadful blow | [318] |