. Norse stories retold from the Eddas / by Hamilton Wright Mabie ; with illistrations in color and decorations by George Wright . ized her, but thetighter his grasp became the firmershe stood. Her thin arms grippedhim like a vise, her strength seemedto grow as she put it forth, and atlast after a hard struggle, in whichThor strained every muscle to thebreaking point, he sank on oneknee. 192 •- Thors Wonderful Journey That is enough, said Utgard-and the old woman creptfeebly out of the hall, leaving Thorstunned and bewildered in the midstof the silent giants. There were nomore trials of strengt
. Norse stories retold from the Eddas / by Hamilton Wright Mabie ; with illistrations in color and decorations by George Wright . ized her, but thetighter his grasp became the firmershe stood. Her thin arms grippedhim like a vise, her strength seemedto grow as she put it forth, and atlast after a hard struggle, in whichThor strained every muscle to thebreaking point, he sank on oneknee. 192 •- Thors Wonderful Journey That is enough, said Utgard-and the old woman creptfeebly out of the hall, leaving Thorstunned and bewildered in the midstof the silent giants. There were nomore trials of strength, and Thorand his companions were generouslyfeasted after their defeats. The next morning, after they hadpartaken of a bountiful breakfast ofmeat and drink, they started on theirjourney homeward. Utgard-Lokewent with them as far as the gate ofthe city, where he stopped. How do you think your journeyhas turned out ? he asked Thor; and have you met any menstronger than yourself? I have brought shame upon my-self/ answered Thor frankly andhonestly, after his nature, and itvexes me to think that you will13 193 Vfe f Ss> \. f Norse Stories hereafter speak of me as a weakfellow. Now that you are out of thecity I will tell you the truth aboutthese things, said Utgard-Loke. If I had known how mighty youare I would never have allowed youto enter the gates, and you may bevery sure you will never get in asecond time. I have beaten you bydeception, not by strength. I havebeen deluding you from the the forest I tied the sack with atough iron wire in such a way youcould not discern the secret of theknot. Thrice you struck at mewith your hammer, and the firstblow, though the lightest, wouldhave killed me had it fallen on me ;(but each time I slipped a mountainbetween myself and the hammer, andthe blows made three deep clefts & «8/ xV m 1 .-
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