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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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Even
masterful
Borgrevinck
could
not
but
mark
with
pleasure
the
noble
creature
that
had
balked
him
last
night
and
now
was
lending
its
speed
to
his
purpose;
for
it
was
his
intention
to
arrive
hours
before
the
horse-sleigh,
if
possible.
Up
the
rising
road
they
sped
as
though
downhill,
and
the
driver's
spirits
rose
with
the
exhilarating
speed.
The
snow
groaned
ceaselessly
under
the
prow
of
the
pulk,
and
the
frosty
creaking
under
the
hoofs
of
the
flying
Ren
was
like
the
gritting
of
mighty
teeth.
Then
came
the
level
stretch
from
Nystuen's
hill
to
Dalecarl's,
and
as
they
whirled
by
in
the
early
day,
little
Carl
chanced
to
peep
from
a
window,
and
got
sight
of
the
Great
White
Ren
in
a
white
pulk
with
a
white
driver,
just
as
it
is
in
the
stories
of
the
Giants,
and
clapped
his
hands,
and
cried,
"Good,
good!"
But
his
grandfather,
when
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
white
wonder
that
went
without
even
sound
of
bells,
felt
a
cold
chill
in
his
scalp,
and
went
back
to
light
a
candle
that
he
kept
at
the
window
till
the
sun
was
high,
for
surely
this
was
the
Storbuk
of
Jotunheim.
But
the
Ren
whirled
on,
and
the
driver
shook
the
reins
and
thought
only
of
Bergen.
He
struck
the
White
Steed
with
the
loose
end
of
the
rope.
The
Buk
gave
three
great
snorts
and
three
great
bounds,
then
faster
went,
and
as
they
passed
by
Dyrskaur,
where
the
Giant
sits
on
the
edge,
his
head
was
muffled
in
scud,
which
means
that
a
storm
is
coming.
The
Storbuk
knew
it.
He
sniffed,
and
eyed
the
sky
with
anxious
look,
and
even
slacked
a
little;
but
Borgrevinck
yelled
at
the
speeding
beast,
though
going
yet
as
none
but
he
could
go,
and
struck
him
once,
twice,
and
thrice,
and
harder
yet.
So
the
pulk
was
whirled
along
like
a
skiff
in
a
steamer's
wake;
but
there
was
blood
in
the
Storbuk's
eye
now;
and
Borgrevinck
was
hard
put
to
balance
the
sled.
The
miles
flashed
by
like
roods
till
Sveggum's
bridge
appeared.
The
storm-wind
now
was
blowing,
but
there
was
the
Troll.
Whence
came
he
now,
none
knew,
but
there
he
was,
hopping
on
the
keystone
and
singing
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