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# The Forging of the Sampo

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The Forging of the Sampo of «The Sampo: A Wonder Tale of the Old North» by James Baldwin: the whole text, 108 sentences and 2000 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.

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The four winds heard the magic call of Ilmarinen, and they hastened from the corners of the sky to do his bidding.[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") First came the East Wind, riding over the sea, combing the crests of the waves with his clammy fingers, and rushing with chilly breath through the dank marshes and across the lonely meadows.[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") He knocked at the door of the smithy, he rattled the latch, and shrieked down the chimney:[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Master of wizards and prince of all smiths, what will you have me do?”[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics")

And Ilmarinen answered, “Set my bellows to blowing that I may forge the wondrous Sampo.”[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics")

Next there was heard a joyous whistling among the pine trees, and a whir-whirring as of the wings of a thousand birds; and there was a fragrance in the air like the fragrance of countless wildflowers, and a soft breathing like the breath of a sleeping child.[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") The South Wind crept softly up to the smithy door, it peeped slyly in, and said merrily:[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics")

“What now, old friend and companion?[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") What will you have me do?”[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics")

And Ilmarinen answered, “Blow into my furnace, and blow hard, that I may forge the wondrous Sampo.”[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics")

Then came the jolly West Wind, roaring among the mountains, dancing in the valleys, playing among the willows and the reeds, and frolicking with the growing grass.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") He laughed as he lifted the roof of the smithy and peered down at the furnace and the forge and the tools of the Smith.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Ha, ha!” he called.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") “Have you some work for me?[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") Let me get at it at once.”[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics")

And Ilmarinen answered, “Feed my fire, so that I may forge the wondrous Sampo.”[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics")

He had scarcely spoken when the sky was overcast and heavy gray clouds obscured the sun. The North Wind, like an untamed monster, came hurtling over the land, howling and shrieking, as fierce as a thousand wolves, as fleet as the swiftest reindeer.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") He filled the air with snowflakes, he covered the hills with a coating of ice.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") The pine trees shivered and moaned because of his chilly breath, and the brooks and waterfalls were frozen with fear.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics")

“What do you wish, master of wizards?” he called from every corner of the smithy.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") “Tell me how I can serve you.”[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics")

And Ilmarinen answered, “Fan the flames around my magic caldron, so that I may forge the wondrous Sampo.”[22](22/ "tree and pragmatics")

So, the chilling East Wind, the whistling South Wind, the laughing West Wind, and the blustering North Wind, joined together in giving aid to the wizard Smith.[23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") From morning till evening, from evening till another morning, they worked with right good will, as their master directed them.[24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") The great bellows puffed and groaned and shook the very ground with its roaring.[25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") The flames filled the furnace; they wrapped themselves around the caldron; they burst out through a thousand cracks and crevices; they leaped, in tongues of fire, through the windows of the smithy.[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") Showers of red sparks issued from the chimney and flew upward to the sky.[27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") The smoke rose in clouds of ink-like blackness and floated in vast masses over the mountains and the sea.[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics")

For three anxious days and three sleepless nights the winds toiled and paused not; and Ilmarinen sang magic incantations, and heaped fresh fuel upon the fire, and cheered his helpers with shouts and cries and words of enchantment which wizards alone can speak.[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics")

On the fourth day he bade the winds cease their blowing.[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") He knelt down and looked into the furnace.[31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") He pushed the cinders aside; he uncovered the caldron and lifted the lid, slowly, cautiously.[32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") How strange and beautiful was the sight that rose before him\![33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") Colors of the rainbow, forms and figures without number, precious metals, floating vapors—all these were mingled in the caldron.[34](34/ "tree and pragmatics")

Ilmarinen drew the vessel quickly out of the furnace.[35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") He thrust his tongs into the mixture, and seized it with the grip of a giant.[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") He pulled it bodily from the caldron, writhing, creeping, struggling, but unable to escape him.[37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") He twirled it in the air as blacksmiths sometimes twirl small masses of half-molten iron; then he held it firmly on his anvil of granite, while with quick and steady strokes he beat it with his heavy hammer.[38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") He turned it and twisted it and shaped it, and put each delicate part in its proper place.[39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") All night and all day, from starlight till starlight, he labored tirelessly and without ceasing.[40](40/ "tree and pragmatics")

Slowly, piece by piece and part by part, the magic Sampo with its wheels and levers grew into being.[41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") The wizard workman forged it with infinite skill and patience, for well he knew that one false stroke would undo all his labor, would be fatal to all his hopes.[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") He scanned it from every side; he touched up the more delicate parts; he readjusted its springs and wheels; he tested its strength and the speed of its running.[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") Finally, after the mill itself was proved satisfactory, he forged the lid to cover it; and the lid was the most marvellous part of all—as many-colored as the rainbow and embossed with gold and lined with silver and ornamented with beautiful pictures.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics")

At length everything was finished.[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") The fire in the furnace was dead; the caldron was empty and void; the bellows was silent; the anvil of granite was idle.[46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") Ilmarinen called to his ten serving-men and put the precious Sampo upon their shoulders.[47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") “Carry this to your Mistress,” he said, “and beware that you touch not the lid of magic colors.”[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics")

Then, leaving the smithy and all his tools in the silence of the forest, he followed the laborers to Pohyola, proud of his great performance, but pale and wan and wellnigh exhausted from long labor and ceaseless anxiety.[49](49/ "tree and pragmatics")

The Wise Woman was standing in the doorway of her smoke-begrimed dwelling.[50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") She smiled grimly as she saw the working men returning.[51](51/ "tree and pragmatics") She welcomed Ilmarinen not unkindly, and he placed before her the result of his long and arduous labors.[52](52/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Behold, I bring you the magic Sampo!” he said.[53](53/ "tree and pragmatics") “In all the world there is no other wizard that could have formed it, no other smith that could have welded its parts together or forged its lid of many colors.[54](54/ "tree and pragmatics") You have only to whisper your wishes into the small orifice on the top of the mill, and it will begin to run—you can hear its wheels buzzing and its levers creaking.[55](55/ "tree and pragmatics") Lay it on this side and it will grind flour—flour for your kitchen, flour for your neighbors, flour for the market.[56](56/ "tree and pragmatics") Turn the mill over, thus, and it will grind salt—salt for seasoning, salt for the reindeer, salt for everything.[57](57/ "tree and pragmatics") But the third side is the best.[58](58/ "tree and pragmatics") Lay the mill on that side and whisper, ‘Money.’[59](59/ "tree and pragmatics") Ah! then you will see what comes out—pieces of gold, pieces of silver, pieces of copper, treasures fit for a king!”[60](60/ "tree and pragmatics")

The Mistress of Pohyola was overcome with joy.[61](61/ "tree and pragmatics") Her toothless face expanded into a smile—a smile that was grim and altogether ill-favored.[62](62/ "tree and pragmatics") She tried to express her feelings in words, but her voice was cracked and broken, and her speech sounded like the yelping of a gray wolf in the frozen marshes.[63](63/ "tree and pragmatics") Without delay she set the mill to grinding; and wonderful was the way in which it obeyed her wishes.[64](64/ "tree and pragmatics") She filled her house with flour; she filled her barns with salt; she filled all her strong boxes with gold and silver.[65](65/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Enough! enough!” she cried, at length.[66](66/ "tree and pragmatics") “Stop your grinding\![67](67/ "tree and pragmatics") I want no more.”[68](68/ "tree and pragmatics")

The tireless Sampo heard not nor heeded.[69](69/ "tree and pragmatics") It kept on grinding, grinding; and no matter on which side it was placed, its wheels kept running, and flour or salt or gold and silver kept pouring out in endless streams.[70](70/ "tree and pragmatics")

“We shall all be buried!” shouted the Mistress in dismay.[71](71/ "tree and pragmatics") “Enough is good, but too much is embarrassment.[72](72/ "tree and pragmatics") Take the mill to some safe place and confine it within strong walls, lest it overwhelm us with prosperity.”[73](73/ "tree and pragmatics")

Forthwith she caused the Sampo to be taken with becoming care to a strong-built chamber underneath a hill of copper.[74](74/ "tree and pragmatics") There she imprisoned it behind nine strong doors of toughest granite, each of which was held fast shut by nine strong locks of hardest metal.[75](75/ "tree and pragmatics") Then she laughed a laugh of triumph, and said; “Lie there, sweet mill, until I have need of you again.[76](76/ "tree and pragmatics") Grind flour, grind salt, grind wealth, grind all things good for Pohyola, but do not smother us with your bounties.”[77](77/ "tree and pragmatics")

They closed the strong doors and bolted them and left the Sampo alone in its dark prison-house; but through the key-hole of the ninth lock of the ninth door there issued a sweet delightful whirring sound as of wheels rapidly turning.[78](78/ "tree and pragmatics") The Sampo was grinding treasures for Dame Louhi’s people, and laying them up for future uses—richness for the land, golden sap for the trees, and warm and balmy breezes to make all things flourish.[79](79/ "tree and pragmatics")

Meanwhile Ilmarinen sat silent and alone in the Mistress’s hall, thinking of many things, but mostly of the reward which he hoped to receive for his labor.[80](80/ "tree and pragmatics") For an hour he sat there, waiting—yes, for a day of sunlight he remained there, his eyes downcast, his head uncovered.[81](81/ "tree and pragmatics")

Suddenly Dame Louhi, the Wise Woman, came out of the darkening shadows and stood before him.[82](82/ "tree and pragmatics") The flames which darted up, flickering, from the half-burned fagots, lighted her grim features and shone yellow and red upon her gray head and her flour-whitened face.[83](83/ "tree and pragmatics") Very unlovely, even fearful, did she seem to Ilmarinen.[84](84/ "tree and pragmatics") She spoke, and her voice was gruff and unkind.[85](85/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Why do you sit here idle by my hearth-stone?” she asked.[86](86/ "tree and pragmatics") “Why, indeed, do you tarry so long in Pohyola, wearing out your welcome, and wearying us all with your presence?”[87](87/ "tree and pragmatics")

The Smith answered her gently, politely, as men should always answer women: “Have I not forged the Sampo for you—the wondrous Sampo which you so much desired?[88](88/ "tree and pragmatics") Have I not hammered its lid of rainbow colors?[89](89/ "tree and pragmatics") Have I not made you rich—rich in flour, in salt, in silver and gold?[90](90/ "tree and pragmatics") I am now waiting only for my reward—for the prize which you promised.”[91](91/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Never have I promised you any reward,” cried the Mistress angrily.[92](92/ "tree and pragmatics") “Never have I offered to give you a prize;” and her gaunt form and gruesome features seemed truly terrible in their ugliness.[93](93/ "tree and pragmatics")

But Ilmarinen did not forget himself; the master of magic did not falter.[94](94/ "tree and pragmatics")

“I have a friend whose name is Wainamoinen,” he answered.[95](95/ "tree and pragmatics") “He is the first of all minstrels, a singer of sweet songs, a man of honor, old and truthful.[96](96/ "tree and pragmatics") Did you not say to him that you would richly reward the hero who should forge the magic Sampo—that you would give him your daughter, the Maid of Beauty, to be his wife?”[97](97/ "tree and pragmatics")

“Ah, but that was said to him and not to you,” said the Mistress, and she laughed until her toothless mouth seemed to cover the whole of her misshapen face.[98](98/ "tree and pragmatics")

“But a promise is a promise,” gently returned the Smith; “and so I demand of you to fulfil it.”[99](99/ "tree and pragmatics")

The features of the unlovely Mistress softened, they lost somewhat of their grimness as she answered: “Willingly would I fulfil it, prince of wizards and of smiths; but I cannot.[100](100/ "tree and pragmatics") Since Wainamoinen’s visit, the Maid of Beauty has become of age.[101](101/ "tree and pragmatics") She is her own mistress, she must speak for herself.[102](102/ "tree and pragmatics") I cannot give her away as a reward or prize—she does not belong to me.[103](103/ "tree and pragmatics") If you wish her to go to the Land of Heroes with you, ask her.[104](104/ "tree and pragmatics") She has a mind of her own; she will do as she pleases.”[105](105/ "tree and pragmatics")

She ceased speaking.[106](106/ "tree and pragmatics") The firelight grew brighter and then suddenly died away, and the room became dark.[107](107/ "tree and pragmatics")

“I will see her in the morning,” said Ilmarinen.[108](108/ "tree and pragmatics")

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