The Legend of the White Reindeer 
Storbuk. They set off at a good pace, the 
White Buk ready, responsive to the single rein, 
and his mild eyes veiled by his drooping 
lashes. But, without any reason other than 
the habit of brutality, Rol struck him. Ina 
moment there was a change. The Racer’s 
speed was checked, all four legs braced for- 
ward till he stood ; the drooping lids were raised, 
the eyes rolled—there was a green light in 
them now. Three pufis of steam were jetted 
from each nostril. Rol shouted, then, scent- 
ing danger, quickly upset the sled and hid be- 
neath. The Storbuk turned to charge the sled, 
sniffing and tossing the snow with his foot ; but 
little Knute, Sveggum’s son, ran forward and 
put his arms around the Storbuk’s neck; then 
the fierce look left the Reindeer’s eye, and he 
suffered the child to lead him quietly back to 
the starting-point. Beware, O driver! the 
Reindeer, too, “sees red.” 
This was the coming of the White Storbuk 
for the folk of Filefjeld. 
In the two years that followed he became 
famous throughout that country as Sveggum’s 
Storbuk, and many a strange exploit was told 
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