The Legend of the White Reindeer 
herd, all led, as it seemed, by a little White 
Calf. 
So they drifted away to the high mountains, 
to be gone all summer. ‘‘Gone to be taught 
by the spirits who dwell where the Black Loon 
laughs on the ice,” said Lief of the Lower 
Dale; but Sveggum, who had always been 
among the Reindeer, said: “Their mothers 
are the teachers, even as ours are.” 
When the autumn came, old Sveggum saw a 
moving sn6-flick far off on the brown moor- 
land; but the Troll saw a white yearling, a | 
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Nekbuk; and when they ranged alongside of 
Utrovand to drink, the still sheet seemed fully 
to reflect the White One, though it barely 
sketched in the others, with the dark hills be- 
hind. 
Many a little Calf had come that spring, and 
had drifted away on the moss-barrens, to come 
back no more; for some were weaklings and 
some were fools; some fell by the way, for that 
is law; and some would not learn the rules, 
and so died. But the White Calf was strongest 
of them all, and he was wise, so he learned of 
his mother, who was wisest of them all. He 
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