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touch it; 130 And no arm shall urge it onward, Neither shall a shoulder guide it." Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, Answered in the words which follow: "None in any land or country, Under all the vault of heaven, Like myself can build a vessel, Or so deftly can construct it." Then he took the spindle-splinters, Of the reel he took the fragments, 140 And began the boat to fashion, Fixed a hundred planks together, On a mount of steel he built it, Built it on the rocks of iron. At the boat with zeal he laboured, Toiling at the work unresting, Working thus one day, a second, On the third day likewise working, But the rocks his axe-blade touched not, And upon the hill it rang not. 150 But at length, upon the third day, Hiisi turned aside the axe-shaft, Lempo turned the edge against him, And an evil stroke delivered. On the rocks the axe-blade glinted, On the hill the blade rang loudly, From the rock the axe rebounded, In the flesh the steel was buried, In the victim's knee 'twas buried, In the toes of Vainamoinen, 160 In the flesh did Lempo drive it, To the veins did Hiisi guide it, From the wound the blood flowed freely, Bursting forth in streaming torrents. Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, He, the oldest of magicians, Uttered words like those which follow, And expressed himself in this wise: "O thou evil axe ferocious, With thy edge of gleaming sharpness, 170 Thou hast thought to hew a tree-trunk, And to strike upon a pine-tree, Match thyself against a fir-tree, Or to fall upon a birch-tree. 'Tis my flesh that thou hast wounded, And my veins thou hast divided." Then his magic spells he uttered, And himself began to speak them, Spells of origin, for healing, And to close the wound completely. 180 But he could not think of any Words of origin of iron, Which might serve to bind the evil, And to close the gaping edges Of the great wound from the iron, By the blue edge deeply bitten. But the blood gushed forth in torrents, Rushing like a foaming river, O'er the berry-bearing bushes, And the heath the ground that covered. 190 There remained no singl
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