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was finished, thankful at last to slink out of 

 the way of the tumbling mob ; and Johannes 

 himself seized a great pair of antlers that had 

 topped the load, and brought them over as a 

 present for myself. I looked at the happy 

 little man ; and as I looked there was a picture 

 in my mind of a solitary little fur-clad Eskimo 

 driving a team of ten wolfish and hungry dogs 

 into the very teeth of an Arctic storm. &quot; Why 

 did you not turn back with the others ? &quot; I 

 asked him. Johannes s eyes twinkled. 



&quot;It is quite a long time since I slept in a 

 snow house,&quot; he said, &quot; so I built a snow house 

 instead of turning back, and I sat inside and 

 listened to the storm. It was splendid. And 

 now I am the first home with meat. I will 

 go and fetch you a leg.&quot; 



