The Legend of the White Reindeer 
But nothing escapes the Fossekal. He had 
seen her leave the herd, and now he sat on a 
gorgeous rock that overhung, and sang as 
though he had waited for this and knew that 
the fate of the nation might turn on what 
passed in this far glen. He sang: 
Skoal! Skoal! For Norway Skoal! 
Sing ye the song of the Vand-dam troll. 
When I am hiding 
Norway’s luck 
On a White Storbuk 
Comes riding, riding. 
‘ 
There are no Storks in Norway, and yet an 
hour later there was a wonderful little Reindeer 
lying beside the Varsimlé. She was brushing 
his coat, licking and mothering him, proud and 
happy as though this was the first little Rens- 
kalv ever born. There might be hundreds 
born in the herd that month, but probably no 
more like this one, for he was snowy white, 
and the song of the singer on the painted rock 
was about 
Good luck, good luck, 
And a White Storbuk, 
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