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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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Squeak,
crack-squeak,
crack-squeak,
crack--at
regular
intervals
from
the
great
spreading
snow-shoes
of
the
Storbuk,
and
the
steady
sough
of
his
breath
was
like
the
Nordland
as
she
passes
up
the
Hardanger
Fjord.
High
up,
on
the
smooth
road
to
the
left,
they
could
hear
the
jingle
of
the
horse-bells
and
the
shouting
of
Borgrevinck's
driver,
who,
under
orders,
was
speeding
hard
for
Nystuen.
The
highway
was
a
short
road
and
smooth,
and
the
river
valley
was
long
and
rough;
but
when,
in
four
hours,
Borgrevinck
got
to
Nystuen,
there
in
the
throng
was
a
face
that
he
had
just
left
at
Laersdalsoren.
He
appeared
not
to
notice,
though
nothing
ever
escaped
him.
At
Nystuen
none
of
the
men
would
sign.
Some
one
had
warned
them.
This
was
serious;
might
be
fatal
at
such
a
critical
point.
As
he
thought
it
over,
his
suspicions
turned
more
and
more
to
Sveggum,
the
old
fool
that
could
not
write
his
name
at
Laersdalsoren.
But
how
did
he
get
there
before
himself
with
his
speedy
Horses?
There
was
a
dance
at
Nystuen
that
night;
the
dance
was
necessary
to
mask
the
meeting;
and
during
that
Borgrevinck
learned
of
the
swift
White
Ren.
The
Nystuen
trip
had
failed,
thanks
to
the
speed
of
the
White
Buk.
Borgrevinck
must
get
to
Bergen
before
word
of
this,
or
all
would
be
lost.
There
was
only
one
way,
to
be
sure
of
getting
there
before
any
one
else.
Possibly
word
had
already
gone
from
Laersdalsoren.
But
even
at
that,
Borgrevinck
could
get
there
and
save
himself,
at
the
price
of
all
Norway,
if
need
be,
provided
he
went
with
the
White
Storbuk.
He
would
not
be
denied.
He
was
not
the
man
to
give
up
a
point,
though
it
took
all
the
influence
he
could
bring
to
bear,
this
time,
to
get
old
Sveggum's
leave.
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