Florence Holbrook,
Northland Heroes
“ The tree that I planted on the grave-mound of my father—can it be that it lives now? Why do I linger in distant waves, taking tribute and conquering in war? My soul despises the glittering gold, and enough have I of renown. "There's a flag on the mast and it points to the north, in the north is the land I hold dear; I will follow the course of the heavenly winds, and back to the Northland I'll steer." To his foster-brother Frithiof said: "Bjorn, I am weary of riding the sea. My heart longs for the firm earth of the Northland, and her lofty mountains are calling to me. ”
