ith bright feast halls and temples.
Horses and cattle pastured on the hillsides. Smoke curled up from
kitchens and smithies. Gay ships sailed the waters, taking Iceland cloth
and wool and Iceland fish and oil and the soft feathers of Iceland birds
to Norway to sell, and bringing back wood and flour and grain.

When Ingolf died, his men drew up on the shore the boat in which he had
come to Iceland. They painted it freshly and put new gold on it, so that
it stood there a glittering dragon with head raised high, looking over
the water. Old Sighvat lifted a huge stone and carried it to the ship's
side. With all his strength he threw it into the bottom. The timbers
cracked.

"If this ship moves from here," he said, "then I do not know how to moor
a ship. It is Ingolf's grave."

Then men laid Ingolf upon his shield and carried him and placed him on
the high deck in the stern near the pilot's seat where he had sat to
steer to Iceland. They hung his sword over his shoulder. They laid his
spear by his side. In his hand they put his mead-horn. Into the ship
they set a great treasure-chest filled with beautiful clothes and
bracelets and head-bands. Beside the treasure-chest they piled up many
swords and spears and shields. They put gold-trimmed saddles and bridles
upon three horses. Then they killed the horses and dragged them into the
ship. They killed hunting-dogs and put them by the horses; for they
said:

"All these things Ingolf will need in Valhalla. When he walks through
the door of that feast hall, Odin must know that a rich and brave man
comes. When he fights with those heroes during the day, he must have
weapons worthy of him. He must have dogs for the hunt. When he feasts
with those heroes at night he must wear rich clothes, so that those
feasters shall know that he was a wealthy man and generous, and that his
friends loved him."

Ingolf's son tied on his hell-shoes for the long journey.

"If these shoes come untied," he said, "I do not know how to fasten
hell-shoes."

Then he went out of the ship and stood on the ground with his family.
All the men of Iceland were there.

"This is a glorious sight," they said. "Surely no ship ever carried a
richer load. Inside and out the boat blazes with gold and bronze, and,
high over his riches, lies the great Ingolf, ready to take the tiller
and guide to Valhalla, where all the heroes will rise up and shout him
welcome."

Then the thralls heaped a mound of earth over th