The Legend of the White Reindeer 
drive is the string of silver bells that Sveggum 
had taken from the Storbuk’s neck—the vic- 
tory bells, each the record of a triumph won; 
and when the old man came to understand, he 
sighed, and hung to the string a final bell, the 
largest of them all. 
Nothing more was ever seen or heard of 
the creature who so nearly sold his country, or 
of the White Storbuk who balked him. Yet 
those who live near Jétunheim say that on 
stormy nights, when the snow is flying and the 
wind is raving in the woods, there sometimes 
passes, at frightful speed, an enormous White 
Reindeer with fiery eyes, drawing a snow-white 
pulk, in which is a screaming wretch in white, 
and on the head of the Deer, balancing by the 
horns, is a brown-clad, white-bearded Troll, 
bowing and grinning pleasantly at him, and 
singing 
Of Norway’s luck 
And a White Storbuk — 
the same, they say, as the one that with pro- 
phetic vision sang by Sveggum’s Vand-dam on 
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