The Legend of the White Reindeer 
and three great bounds, then faster went, and 
as they passed by Dyrskaur, where the Giant 
sits on the edge, his head was muffled in scud, 
which means that a storm is coming. The 
Storbuk knew it. He sniffed, and eyed the 
sky with anxious look, and even slacked a 
little; but Borgrevinck yelled at the speeding 
beast, though going yet as none but he could 
go, and struck him once, twice, and thrice, and 
harder yet. So the pulk was whirled along 
like a skiff in a steamer’s wake; but there was 
blood in the Storbuk’s eyenow ; and Borgrevinck 
was hard put to balance the sled. The miles 
flashed by like roods till Sveggum’s bridge ap- 
peared. The storm-wind now was blowing, 
but there was the Troll. Whence came he now, 
none knew, but there he was, hopping on the 
keystone and singing of 
Norway’s fate and Norway’s luck, 
Of the hiding Troll and the riding Buk. 
Down the winding highway they came, 
curving inward as they swung around the cor- 
ner. At the voice on the bridge the Deer 
threw back his ears and slackened his pace. 
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