The Legend of the White Reindeer 
took all the influence he could bring to bear, this 
time, to get old Sveggum’s leave. 
The Storbuk was quietly sleeping in the cor- 
ral when Sveggum came to bring him. He 
rose leisurely, hind legs first, stretched one, 
then the other, curling his tail tight on his back 
as he did so, shook the hay from the great 
antlers as though they were a bunch of 
twigs, and slowly followed Sveggum at the end 
of the tight halter. He was so sleepy and 
slow that Borgrevinck impatiently gave him a 
kick, and got for response a short snort from 
the Buk, and from Sveggum an earnest warn- 
ing, both of which were somewhat scornfully 
received. The tinkling bells on the harness 
had been replaced, but Borgrevinck wanted 
them removed. He wished to go in silence. 
Sveggum would not be left behind when his 
favorite Ren went forth, so he was given a seat 
in the horse-sleigh which was to follow, and 
the driver thereof received from his master a 
secret hint to delay. 
Then, with papers on his person to death- 
doom a multitude of misguided men, with 
fiendish intentions in his heart as well as the 
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