"Here I will build my house," he said.
So they did and lived there that summer and pastured their cattle and cut hay for the winter and fished and hunted.
The next spring Eric said:
"The land stretches far north. I am hungry to know what is there."
Then they all got into the boat again and sailed north.
"We can leave no one here," Eric had said. "We cannot tell what might come between us. Perhaps giants or dragons or strange men might come out of this inland ice and kill our people. We must stay together."
Farther north they found only the same bare, frozen country. So after a while they sailed back to their home and lived there.
One spring after they had been in that land for four years, Eric said:
"My eyes are hungry for the sight of men and green fields again. My stomach is sick of seal and whale and bear. My throat is dry for mead. This is a bare and cold and hungry land. I will visit my friends in Iceland."
"And our swords are rusty with long resting," said his men. "Perhaps we can find play for them in Iceland."