In 982 A.D. a fleet of little dragon-prowed ships with red sails moved slowly westward from Iceland. Somewhere in the grey Atlantic their Norwegian outlaw leader Eric the Red expected to find a new land. North Atlantic gales blew up. Many a little ship foundered, its red-bearded vikings drowned stolidly in their iron helmets and shirts of mail. But Eric sailed on until he came on a mountainous waste of land. Four years later he sailed there again with 14 shiploads of colonists, survivors of 25 ships that had tacked away from...
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