Note 50 — APPENDIX. (continued 2)

Written in reply to the following lines, by Delta, sent her by way of a challenge.

“To where the Arctic billow foams

Round Shetland’s sad and silent homes,

There sighs the wind and wails the surge

As ’twere of living things the dirge.”

In these old heathen days, be it remembered, where all were sea-rovers there were good and bad among them. For a fine description of the best type of the Viking and his code of honour, see Tegner’s beautiful northern poem, “The Frithjof Saga.”