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Animal Heroes
·
Ernest Thompson Seton
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When
they
ranked
together
by
the
lake
that
fall,
the
Fossekal
sang
his
old
song:
When
I
am
hiding
Norway's
luck
On
a
White
Storbuk
Comes
riding,
riding,
as
though
this
was
something
he
had
awaited,
then
disappeared
no
one
knew
where.
Old
Sveggum
had
seen
it
flying
through
the
stream,
as
birds
fly
through
the
air,
walking
in
the
bottom
of
a
deep
pond
as
a
Ptarmigan
walks
on
the
rocks,
living
as
no
bird
can
live;
and
now
the
old
man
said
it
had
simply
gone
southward
for
the
winter.
But
old
Sveggum
could
neither
read
nor
write:
how
should
he
know?
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