[2]. “What kind of a peasant is yon, | that calls o’er the bay?”
Thor spake:
[3]. “Ferry me over the sound; | I will feed thee therefor in the morning;
A basket I have on my back, | and food therein, none better;
At leisure I ate, | ere the house I left,
Of herrings and porridge, | so plenty I had.”
The ferryman spake:
[4]. “Of thy morning feats art thou proud, | but the future thou knowest not wholly;
Doleful thine home-coming is: | thy mother, methinks, is dead.”
Thor spake: