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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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Oh,
Man
is
so
blind,
and
makes
himself
so
hated!
But
Fossekal
harmed
none,
so
none
were
afraid
of
him.
Only
he
sang,
and
his
songs
were
sometimes
mixed
with
fun
and
prophecy,
or
perhaps
a
little
scorn.
From
the
top
of
the
tassel-birch
he
could
mark
the
course
of
the
Vand-dam
stream
past
the
Nystuen
hamlet
to
lose
itself
in
the
gloomy
waters
of
Utrovand
or
by
a
higher
flight
he
could
see
across
the
barren
upland
that
rolled
to
Jotunheim
in
the
north.
The
great
awakening
was
on
now.
The
springtime
had
already
reached
the
woods;
the
valleys
were
a-throb
with
life;
new
birds
coming
from
the
south,
winter
sleepers
reappearing,
and
the
Reindeer
that
had
wintered
in
the
lower
woods
should
soon
again
be
seen
on
the
uplands.
Not
without
a
fight
do
the
Frost
Giants
give
up
the
place
so
long
their
own;
a
great
battle
was
in
progress;
but
the
Sun
was
slowly,
surely
winning,
and
driving
them
back
to
their
Jotunheim.
At
every
hollow
and
shady
place
they
made
another
stand,
or
sneaked
back
by
night,
only
to
suffer
another
defeat.
Hard
hitters
these,
as
they
are
stubborn
fighters;
many
a
granite
rock
was
split
and
shattered
by
their
blows
in
reckless
fight,
so
that
its
inner
fleshy
tints
were
shown
and
warmly
gleamed
among
the
gray-green
rocks
that
dotted
the
plain,
like
the
countless
flocks
of
Thor.
More
or
less
of
these
may
be
found
at
every
place
of
battle-brunt,
and
straggled
along
the
slope
of
Suletind
was
a
host
that
reached
for
half
a
mile.
But
stay!
these
moved.
Not
rocks
were
they,
but
living
creatures.
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