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The Legend of the White Reindeer 
self in ice-cold streams that somehow reach the 
lake. These svd-flacks show no sign of life, not 
even the ‘red-snow’ tinge, and around each 
is a belt of barren earth, to testify that life and 
warmth can never be divorced. 
Birdless and lifeless, the gray-green snow-pied 
waste extends over all the stretch that is here 
betweer the timber-line and the snow-line, 
above which winter never quits its hold. Far- 
ther north both come lower, till the timber-line 
is at the level of the sea; and all the land is in 
that treeless belt called Tundra in the Old World, 
and Barrens in the New, and that everywhere 
is the Home of the Reindeer—the Realm of the 
Reindeer-moss. 
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In and out it flew, in and out, over the water 
and under, as the Varsimlé, the leader doe of 
the Reindeer herd, walked past on the vernal 
banks, and it sang : — 
“ Skoal! Skoal! Gamle Norge Skoal!” and 
more about “a White Reindeer and Norway’s 
good luck,” as though the singer were gifted 
with special insight. 
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