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The First.
Yes, see,—
Astern he has it, and in lee!
Another.
A squall! It's caught them!
The Mayor.
Look at that,—
The wind has swept away his hat!
A Woman.
Black as a rook's wing, his wet hair
Streams backward on the angry air.
First Man.
All seethes and surges!
Einar.
What a yell!
Rang through the storm!
A Woman.
'Twas from the fell.
Another.
[Pointing up.]
See, there stands Gerd upon the cliff,
Hallooing at the passing skiff!
First Woman.
She's flinging pebbles like witch-corn,
And blowing through a twisted horn.
Second Woman.
Now she has slung it like a wand,
And pipes upon her hollow'd hand.
