The Giants And The Lake

The road leading from the Knights' Manors of Luba and Sesswegen to the city of Riga along, about fifty kilometers from the last mentioned, rises on a slope leading to the southeast of the great Kangarvuori two hills, about a hundred paces apart. From this place the following fable is told: There once lived a giant whose sleeping place was in the area between both hill laws. On the western hill rested his head, but against the east he leaned with his feet. He was unusually strong and traveled very quickly. When his mother put to the cauldron fire, to cook dinner or supper, he went Riga and brought from there, before the food was ready, a hundred pounds of salt in each hand.

At that time, there were no mountains or meadows in these regions, but only a large lake, across which everyone had to row a boat I came and went to Riga. But this lake demanded from everyone human sacrifice from the passenger crowd. If it wasn't given one, it got angry it and destroyed all overpassers.

One day a giant went to the shore of the lake and looked here and there passing through the busy life of old people. This time the lake didn't get it no victim -- and went into a wild rage about it. This selfish behavior angered the giant and he decided to clear the way of this evil plotter across the lake. He filled his big sack with soil and started walking through the bubbles. The bottom of the sack was punctured, so that the sand poured out gradually into the lake in some places larger, in some places smaller piles. Thus Kangarvuoret was born, which everyone could reach passengers pass safely across the water.

That made the lake angry and raged for three days and three nights, but could not destroy mountains; therefore it decided to get itself a new one the bed. It rose into the air and went straight to Ewst like a thundercloud towards the stream, whose beautiful, fertile banks abounded rich peasant houses. Maids who by the stream were drying their laundry, saw a cloud and heard a crack. Then exclaimed many: "It crackles just like burning chaff!" -- But another said: "This cloud is nothing but a great lake." Hardly had it been said, when the cloud rolled towards the ground and flooded the whole across the beautiful region. Only the girls who had guessed the value of the cloud and the name of the lake, were thrown by the waves on the shore, so they were saved. But until now the lake has been called "Lubajärvi" [Luba = (Latin) rind, shell.]