But this will never be my luck . ' ` What are you thinking of ? ' asked Matte . ` Nothing , ' said his wife ; but all the time she was pondering over some magic rhymes she had heard in her childhood from an old lame man , which were supposed to bring luck in fishing . ` What if I were to try ? ' thought she . Now this was Saturday , and on Saturday evenings Matte never set the herring-net , for he did not fish on Sunday . Towards evening , however , his wife said : ` Let us set the herring-net just this once . ' ` No , ' said her husband , ` it is a Saturday night . ' ` Last night was so stormy , and we caught so little , ' urged his wife ; ` to-night the sea is like a mirror , and with the wind in this direction the herring are drawing towards land . ' ` But there are streaks in the north-western sky , and Prince was eating grass this evening , ' said the old man . ` Surely he has not eaten my garlic , ' exclaimed the old woman . ` No ; but there will be rough weather by to-morrow at sunset , ' rejoined Matte . ` Listen to me , ' said his wife , ` we will set only one net close to the shore , and then we shall be able to finish up our half-filled cask , which will spoil if it stands open so long . ' The old man allowed himself to be talked over , and so they rowed out with the net . When they reached the deepest part of the water , she began to hum the words of the magic rhyme , altering the words to suit the longing of her heart : Oh , Ahti , with the long , long beard , Who dwellest in the deep blue sea , Finest treasures have I heard , And glittering fish belong to thee . The richest pearls beyond compare Are stored up in thy realm below , And Ocean 's cows so sleek and fair Feed on the grass in thy green meadow . King of the waters , far and near , I ask not of thy golden store , I wish not jewels of pearl to wear , Nor silver either , ask I for , But one is odd and even is two , So give me a cow , sea-king so bold , And in return I 'll give to you A slice of the moon , and the sun 's gold . ` What 's that you 're humming ? ' asked the old man .
` Oh , only the words of an old rhyme that keeps running XXXXX my head , ' answered the old woman ; and she raised her voice and went on : Oh , Ahti , with the long , long beard , Who dwellest in the deep blue sea , A thousand cows are in thy herd , I pray thee give one onto me .
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