The Legend of the White Reindeer 
up the place so long their own; a great battle 
was in progress; but the Sun was slowly, surely 
winning, and driving them back to their Jétun- 
heim. At every hollow and shady place they 
made another stand, or sneaked back by night, 
only to suffer another defeat. Hard _ hitters 
these, as they are stubborn fighters; many a 
granite rock was split and shattered by their 
blows in reckless fight, so that its inner fleshy 
tints were shown and warmly gleamed among 
the gray-green rocks that dotted the plain, like 
the countless flocks of Thor. More or less of 
these may be found at every place of battle- 
brunt, and straggled along the slope of Sule- 
tind was a host that reached for half a mile. 
But stay! these moved. Not rocks were they, 
but living creatures. 
They drifted along erratically, yet one way, 
allup the wind. They swept out of sight in a 
hollow, to reappear on a ridge much nearer, 
and serried there against the sky, we marked 
their branching horns, and knew them for the 
Reindeer in their home. 
The band came drifting our way, feeding 
like Sheep, grunting like only themselves. Each 
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