Yet she found herself hard put to keep the pace of a bunch of Scandinavians ahead of her.

They were huge strapping blond-haired giants, each striding along with a hundred pounds on his back, and all harnessed to a go-cart which carried fully six hundred more.

Their faces were as laughing suns, and the joy of life was in them.

The toil seemed child's play and slipped from them lightly.

They joked with one another, and with the passers-by, in a meaningless tongue, and their great chests rumbled with cavern-echoing laughs.