As for Biorn he sorrowed bitterly for a week, and then, boylike, forgot his grief in the wonder of living.
But that winter brought death in another form.

Storms never ceased, and in the New Year the land lay in the stricture of a black frost which froze the beasts in the byres and made Biorn shiver all the night through, though in ordinary winter weather he was hardy enough to dive in the ice-holes.

The stock of meal fell low, and when spring tarried famine drew very near.

Such a spring no man living remembered.

The snow lay deep on the shore till far into May.