` Are you satisfied now ? ' asked Matte . ' I should be quite satisfied , ' said Maie , ` if only I had thirty cows . At least that number is required for such a household . ' ` Go to the fairies , ' said Matte . His wife set out in the new steamer and sang to the sea-king . Next morning thirty cows stood on the shore , all finding food for themselves . ` Know ` st thou , good man , that we are far too cramped on this wretched rock , and where am I to find room for so many cows ? ' ` There is nothing to be done but to pump out the sea . ' ` Rubbish ! ' said his wife . ` Who can pump out the sea ? ' ` Try with thy new steamer , there is a pump in it . ' Maie knew well that her husband was only making fun of her , but still her mind was set upon the same subject . ' I never could pump the sea out , ' thought she , ` but perhaps I might fill it up , if I were to make a big dam . I might heap up sand and stones , and make our island as big again . ' Maie loaded her boat with stones and went out to sea . The fiddler was with her , and fiddled so finely that Ahti and Wellamos and all the sea 's daughters rose to the surface of the water to listen to the music . ` What is that shining so brightly in the waves ? ' asked Maie .
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