Here he passed the night. At the evening meal he alone ate two of the oxen Hymir had prepared.
"I shall have to go fishing tomorrow to feed you," grumbled the host.
In the morning Hymir made his boat ready to go fishing. Thor offered to accompany him.
"Much use a midget like you would be," returned the giant. "You can eat, of a certainty; but rowing is quite another matter. Worse than that, you would get cold and terrified if I go out to my fishing-grounds and stay as I am accustomed to."
Sorely tempted to try Miolnir on the giant's skull, Thor dissembled:
"I will row as far as you say. We shall see which wishes to turn back first. What bait do we use?"
"Get a bait for yourself," returned the surly fellow.
Thor walked off to where the herd of oxen grazed. The leader was a huge coal-black bull. Seizing the beast by its horns, the Asa wrung off its head, carried it back to the boat and threw it in.
"Better if you had sat still," grumbled Hymir.