IS MEN
THE WARDER OF THE SHORE
BEOWULF RECEIVED BY HROTHGAR
THE CONTEST WITH GRENDEL
THE FEAST OF JOY
GRENDEL'S MOTHER
THE WAY TO THE POOL
BEOWULF IN THE POOL
BEOWULF'S RETURN
HROTHGAR HONOURS BEOWULF
BEOWULF AND HYGELAC
THE DRAGON OF THE MOUNTAIN
BEOWULF GOES AGAINST THE DRAGON
WIGLAF AIDS HIS KING
THE DEATH OF BEOWULF

ILLUSTRATIONS

Ingeborg the Fair . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

King Bele and his sons

Burial mounds

Viking ship

Frithiof asking for Ingeborg

Ingeborg at Balder's temple

Frithiof's song

Into the hall came a man unknown to any there

King Ring's sleigh

The boy on the shield

Ingeborg given to Frithiof

The departure of Beowulf

The landing of Beowulf in Hrothgar's realm

Beowulf presenting his gifts to Hygelac

The dragon

Pronouncing vocabulary of proper names

THE STORY OF FRITHIOF

In Hilding's Garden

So they grew up in joy and glee,
And Frithiof was the young oak tree;
Unfolding in the vale serenely
The rose was Ingeborg the queenly.

In the garden of Hilding, the teacher, were two young children.
Ingeborg was a princess, the daughter of a King of Norway. The boy,
Frithiof, was a viking's son. Their fathers, King Bele and Thorsten,
were good friends, and the children were brought up together in the
home of Hilding, their foster-father and teacher.

Hilding was very fond of them both. He called the boy Frithiof an oak,
for he was straight and strong. The little Ingeborg he called his
rose, she was so rosy and sweet.

All day roaming over field and grove the strong lad cared for the
little maid. If they came to a swift-flowing brook he would carry her
over. When the first spring flowers showed their pretty heads Frithiof
gathered them for Ingeborg. For her he found the red berries and the
golden-cheeked apples.

In the evening they sat at the feet of their kind teacher and together
they learned to read. Often they danced on the sward at twilight, when
they looked like golden-haired elves in a fairy dance.

When Frithiof had grown into a sturdy youth he often hunted in the
forests. He was so strong that he needed neither spear nor lance.
When he met the wild bear they struggled breast to breast. Both bear
and youth fought bravely, but at last Frithiof won. Home he went
gaily, carrying the great bear-skin, which he gave to Ingeborg. She
praised his bravery and strength, for every