In this way, at the hour of midnight, he was dragged backwards and forwards in the half-open doorway, now the men, now the goblin, having the better of the struggle.

All at once the goblin let go his hold, so that the whole crew fell over one another backwards on to the floor.

But the boy was dead, and they understood that it was only then that the goblin had let go.

The following winter they used to hear wailings at midnight in the fishing-hut, and they had no peace until it was moved away to another spot.
The Nordlander has the same, or even a greater pride in owning the fastest sailing-boat, that the East countryman in many places has in having the fastest trotting-horse.

A really good boat is talked of in as many districts in the north, as, a really fine trotter would be in the south.