` What else should one beg of the sea-king but fish ? But such songs are not for Sunday . ' His wife pretended not to hear him , and sang and sang the same tune all the time they were on the water . Matte heard nothing more as he sat and rowed the heavy boat , while thinking of his cracked pipe and the fine tobacco . Then they returned to the island , and soon after went to bed . But neither Matte nor Maie could sleep a wink ; the one thought of how he had profaned Sunday , and the other of Ahti 's cow . About midnight the fisherman sat up , and said to his wife : ` Dost thou hear anything ? ' ` No , ' said she . ' I think the twirling of the weathercock on the roof bodes ill , ' said he ; ` we shall have a storm . ' ` Oh , it is nothing but your fancy , ' said his wife . Matte lay down , but soon rose again . ` The weathercock is squeaking now , ' said he . ` Just fancy ! Go to sleep , ' said his wife ; and the old man tried to . For the third time he jumped out of bed . ` Ho ! how the weather-cock is roaring at the pitch of its voice , as if it had a fire inside it ! We are going to have a tempest , and must bring in the net . ' Both rose . The summer night was as dark as if it had been October , the weather-cock creaked , and the storm was raging in every direction .
As they went out the sea lay around them as white XXXXX now , and the spray was dashing right over the fisher-hut .
Ahti For Matte as at in midnight of on to