e below, p. 203. From Tyrker's grimaces one commentator
sagely infers that he had been eating grapes and got drunk; and
another (even Mr. Laing!) thinks it necessary to remind us that
all the grape-juice in Vinland would not fuddle a man unless it
had been fermented,--and then goes on to ascribe the absurdity
to our innocent chronicle, instead of the stupid annotator. See
_Heimskringla_, vol. i. p. 168.]

[Sidenote: Voyages of Thorvald and Thorstein, 1002-05.]

In the spring of 1001 Leif returned to Greenland with a cargo of
timber.[185] The voyage made much talk. Leif's brother Thorvald caught
the inspiration,[186] and, borrowing Leif's ship, sailed in 1002, and
succeeded in finding Vinland and Leif's huts, where his men spent two
winters. In the intervening summer they went on an exploring expedition
along the coast, fell in with some savages in canoes, and got into a
fight in which Thorvald was killed by an arrow. In the spring of 1004
the ship returned to Brattahlid. Next year the third brother, Thorstein
Ericsson, set out in the same ship, with his wife Gudrid and a crew of
thirty-five men; but they were sore bestead with foul weather, got
nowhere, and accomplished nothing. Thorstein died on the voyage, and his
widow returned to Greenland.

[Footnote 185: On the homeward voyage he rescued some
shipwrecked sailors near the coast of Greenland, and was
thenceforward called Leif the Lucky (et postea cognominatus est
Leivus Fortunatus). The pleasant reports from the newly found
country gave it the name of "Vinland the Good." In the course
of the winter following Leif's return his father died.]

[Footnote 186: "Jam crebri de Leivi in Vinlandiam profectione
sermones serebantur, Thorvaldus vero, frater ejus, nimis pauca
terrae loca explorata fuisse judicavit." Rafn, p. 39.]

[Sidenote: Thorfinn Karlsefni, and his unsuccessful attempt to found a
colony in Vinland, 1007-10.]

In the course of the next summer, 1006, there came to Brattahlid from
Iceland a notable personage, a man of craft and resource, wealthy withal
and well born, with the blood of many kinglets or jarls flowing in his
veins. This man, Thorfinn Karlsefni, straightway fell in love with the
young and beautiful widow Gudrid, and in the course of the winter there
was a merry wedding at Brattahlid. Persuaded by his adventurou