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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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So
they
drifted
away
to
the
high
mountains,
to
be
gone
all
summer.
"Gone
to
be
taught
by
the
spirits
who
dwell
where
the
Black
Loon
laughs
on
the
ice,"
said
Lief
of
the
Lower
Dale;
but
Sveggum,
who
had
always
been
among
the
Reindeer,
said:
"Their
mothers
are
the
teachers,
even
as
ours
are."
When
the
autumn
came,
old
Sveggum
saw
a
moving
sno-flack
far
off
on
the
brown
moor-land;
but
the
Troll
saw
a
white
yearling,
a
Nekbuk;
and
when
they
ranged
alongside
of
Utrovand
to
drink,
the
still
sheet
seemed
fully
to
reflect
the
White
One,
though
it
barely
sketched
in
the
others,
with
the
dark
hills
behind.
Many
a
little
Calf
had
come
that
spring,
and
had
drifted
away
on
the
moss-barrens,
to
come
back
no
more;
for
some
were
weaklings
and
some
were
fools;
some
fell
by
the
way,
for
that
is
law;
and
some
would
not
learn
the
rules,
and
so
died.
But
the
White
Calf
was
strongest
of
them
all,
and
he
was
wise,
so
he
learned
of
his
mother,
who
was
wisest
of
them
all.
He
learned
that
the
grass
on
the
sun
side
of
a
rock
is
sweet,
and
though
it
looks
the
same
in
the
dark
hollows,
it
is
there
worthless.
He
learned
that
when
his
mother's
hoofs
crackled
he
must
be
up
and
moving,
and
when
all
the
herd's
hoofs
crackled
there
was
danger,
and
he
must
keep
by
his
mother's
side.
For
this
crackling
is
like
the
whistling
of
a
Whistler
Duck's
wings:
it
is
to
keep
the
kinds
together.
He
learned
that
where
the
little
Bomuldblomster
hangs
its
Cotton
tufts
is
dangerous
bog;
that
the
harsh
cackle
of
the
Ptarmigan
means
that
close
at
hand
are
Eagles,
as
dangerous
for
Fawn
as
for
Bird.
He
learned
that
the
little
troll-berries
are
deadly,
that
when
the
verra-flies
come
stinging
he
must
take
refuge
on
a
snow-patch,
and
that
of
all
animal
smells
only
that
of
his
mother
was
to
be
fully
trusted.
He
learned
that
he
was
growing.
His
flat
calf
sides
and
big
joints
were
changing
to
the
full
barrel
and
clean
limbs
of
the
Yearling,
and
the
little
bumps
which
began
to
show
on
his
head
when
he
was
only
a
fortnight
old
were
now
sharp,
hard
spikes
that
could
win
in
fight.
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