“Then at the season when the leaves are blood-red and bright gold came in from the woods Thorkel the German, smacking his lips and making strange faces and jabbering in his own language.  When they asked what ailed him he said that he had found vines loaded with grapes, and having seen none since he left his own country, which was a land of vineyards, he was out of his senses with delight.  Therefore was that country named Vinland the Fair.  In the spring went Leif home, well pleased, with a cargo of timber, but his father being dead he voyaged no more to Vinland, but remained to be head of his house.

“Next went Thorvald, Leif’s brother, to Vinland and stayed two winters in the booths that Leif built, until he was slain in a fight with the men of that land.  His men buried him there and returned sorrowfully to their own land.

“Next went Thorestein, Leif’s second brother, forth, with Gudrid his wife, to get the body of Thorvald but he died on the voyage and his widow returned to Brattahlid.

“Next came to Brattahlid Thorfin Karlsefne, the Viking from Iceland, who loved and married Gudrid and from her heard the story of Vinland, and desired it for his own.  In good time went he forth in a long ship with his wife, and there went with him three other valiant ships.  They had altogether one hundred and sixty men and five women, with cattle, grain and all things fit for a settlement.  This was seven years after Leif Ericsson found Vinland.  Among the stores for trading was scarlet cloth, which the Skroelings greatly covet, insomuch that one small strip of scarlet would buy many rich furs.  But when they came to trade, hearing a bull bellow, with a great squalling they all ran away and left their packs on the ground, nor did they show their faces again for three weeks.  Snorre, the son of Thorfin Karlsefne, born in Vinland, was three years old when the Northmen left that land.  They had found the winter hard and cold, and in a fight with the Skroelings many had been killed, so that they took ship and returned to Iceland.

“They had gone but a little way when one of the ships, which was commanded by Bjarni Grimulfsson, lagged so far behind that it lost sight of the others.  The men then discovered that shipworms[4] had bored the hull so that it was about to sink.  None could hope to be saved but in the stern boat, and that would not hold half of them.

“Then stood Bjarni Grimulfsson forth, and said to his men that in this matter there should be no advantage of rank, but they would draw lots, who should go in the boat and who remain in the ship.  When this had been done it was Bjarni’s lot to go in the boat.  After all had gone down into the boat who had the right, an Icelander who had been Bjarni’s companion made outcry dolefully saying, ’Bjarni, Bjarni, do you leave me here to die in the sea?  It was not so you promised me when I left my father’s house.’  Then said Bjarni, for the lot was fairly cast, ’What else can be done?’