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e hillock, Which was not completely flooded By the overflowing bloodstream, Which came rushing forth in torrents From the knee of one most worthy, From the toes of Vainamoinen. Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, Gathered from the rocks the lichen, From the swamps the moss collected, Earth he gathered from the hillocks, 200 Hoping thus to stop the outlet Of the wound that bled so freely, But he could not check the bleeding, Nor restrain it in the slightest. And the pain he felt oppressed him, And the greatest trouble seized him. Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, Then began to weep full sorely. Thereupon his horse he harnessed, In the sledge he yoked the chestnut, 210 On the sledge himself he mounted, And upon the seat he sat him. O'er the horse his whip he brandished, With the bead-decked whip he lashed him. And the horse sped quickly onward. Rocked the sledge, the way grew shorter, And they quickly reached a village, Where the path in three divided. Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, Drove along the lowest pathway, 220 To the lowest of the homesteads, And he asked upon the threshold, "Is there no one in this household, Who can cure the wounds of iron. Who can soothe the hero's anguish, And can heal the wound that pains him?" On the floor a child was playing, By the stove a boy was sitting, And he answered him in this wise: "There is no one in this household 230 Who can heal the wounds of iron, Who can soothe the hero's anguish, To the rock can fix it firmly, And can heal the wound that pains him. Such may dwell in other houses: Drive away to other houses." Vainamoinen, old and steadfast, O'er the horse his whip then brandished, And the sledge went rattling onward. Thus a little way he travelled, 240 On the midmost of the pathways, To the midmost of the houses, And he asked upon the threshold, And beseeching at the window, "Is there no one in this household, Who can heal the wounds of iron, Who can stanch the blood when flowing, And can check the rushing bloodstream?" 'Neath the quilt a crone was resting, By the stove there sat a gossip, 250 And she spoke and answered plainly, As h
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