第 39 节
作者:卡车      更新:2021-02-19 00:08      字数:9322
  suddenly and in great strength; a huge blot of dark brown sprang rumbling
  from a rocky ledge; and straight for the foremostthe White Calf。 His eye
  caught the flash of a whirling; shaggy mass; with gleaming teeth and eyes;
  hot…breathed and ferocious。 Blank horror set his hair on end; his nostrils
  flared in fear: but before he fled there rose within another feelingone of
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  anger at the breaker of his peace; a sense that swept all fear away; braced
  his legs; and set his horns at charge。 The brown brute landed with a deep…
  chested growl; to be received on the young one's spikes。 They pierced him
  deeply; but the shock was overmuch; it bore the White One down; and he
  might yet have been killed but that his mother; alert and ever near; now
  charged the attacking monster; and heavier; better armed; she hurled and
  speared him to the ground。 And the White Calf; with a very demon glare in
  his once mild eyes; charged too; and even after the Wolverene was a mere
  hairy mass; and his mother had retired to feed; he came; snorting out his
  rage;   to   drive   his   spikes   into   the   hateful   thing;   till   his   snowy   head   was
  stained with his adversary's blood。
  Thus he showed that below the ox…like calm exterior was the fighting
  beast;   that   he   was   like the  men   of   the  north;  rugged;  square…built;   calm;
  slow to wrath; but when aroused 〃seeing red。〃
  When they ranked together by the lake that fall; the Fossekal sang his
  old song:
  When I am hiding Norway's luck On a White Storbuk Comes riding;
  riding;
  as though this was something he had awaited; then disappeared no one
  knew where。 Old Sveggum had seen it flying through the stream; as birds
  fly through the air; walking in the bottom of a deep pond as a Ptarmigan
  walks on the rocks; living as no bird can live; and now the old man said it
  had simply gone southward for the winter。 But old Sveggum could neither
  read nor write: how should he know?
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  Each springtime when the Reindeer passed over Sveggum's mill…run;
  as they moved from the lowland woods to the bleaker shore of Utrovand;
  the Fossekal was there to sing about the White Storbuk; which each year
  became more truly the leader。
  That first spring he stood little higher than a Hare。 When he came to
  drink in the autumn; his back was above the rock where Sveggum's stream
  enters Utrovand。 Next year he barely passed under the stunted birch; and
  the third year the Fossekal on the painted rock was looking up; not down;
  at him as he passed。 This was the autumn when Rol and Sveggum sought
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  the   Hoifjeld   to   round   up   their      half…wild   herd   and   select   some   of   the
  strongest      for  the   sled。  There    was    but   one   opinion     about   the   Storbuk。
  Higher than the others; heavier; white as snow; with a mane that swept the
  shallow  drifts;   breasted   like   a   Horse   and   with   horns   like   a   storm…grown
  oak; he was king of the herd; and might easily be king of the road。
  There are two kinds of deer…breakers; as there are two kinds of horse…
  breakers:      one   that   tames    and   teaches    the   animal;    and   gets   a  spirited;
  friendly   helper;   one   that   aims   to   break   its   spirit;   and   gets   only   a   sullen
  slave; ever   ready  to   rebel   and   wreak   its hate。  Many  a   Lapp   and   many  a
  Norsk has paid with his life for brutality to his Reindeer; and Rol's days
  were shortened by his own pulk…Ren。 But Sveggum was of gentler sort。 To
  him   fell   the   training   of   the   White   Storbuk。   It   was   slow;   for   the   Buck
  resented all liberties from man; as he did from his brothers; but kindness;
  not fear; was the power that tamed him; and when he had learned to obey
  and glory in the sled race; it was a noble sight to see the great white mild…
  eyed   beast   striding   down   the   long   snow…stretch   of   Utrovand;   the   steam
  jetting   from   his   nostrils;   the   snow   swirling   up   before   like   the   curling
  waves on a steamer's bow; sled; driver; and Deer all dim in flying white。
  Then came the Yule…tide Fair; with the races on the ice; and Utrovand
  for   once   was   gay。   The   sullen   hills   about   reechoed   with   merry   shouting。
  The Reindeer races were first; with many a mad mischance for laughter。
  Rol himself was there with his swiftest sled Deer; a tall; dark; five…year…
  old; in his primest prime。 But over…eager; over…brutal; he harried the sullen;
  splendid slave till in mid…racejust when in a way to winit turned at a
  cruel blow; and Rol took refuge under the upturned sled until it had vented
  its rage against the wood; and so he lost the race; and the winner was the
  young White Storbuk。 Then he won the                     five…mile race around the lake;
  and for each triumph Sveggum hung a little silver bell on his harness; so
  that now he ran and won to merry music。
  Then   came   the   Horse   races;running   races   these;   the   Reindeer   only
  trots;and   when   Balder;   the   victor   Horse;   received   his   ribbon   and   his
  owner   the   purse;   came   Sveggum   with   all   his   winnings   in   his   hand;   and
  said: 〃Ho; Lars; thine is a fine Horse; but mine is a better Storbuk; let us
  put our winnings together and race; each his beast; for all。〃
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  A Ren against a Race…horsesuch a race was never seen till now。 Off
  at the pistol…crack they flew。 〃Ho; Balder! (cluck!) Ho; hi; Balder!〃 Away
  shot the beautiful Racer; and the Storbuk; striding at a slower trot; was left
  behind。
  〃Ho;   Balder!〃   〃Hi;   Storbuk!〃   How   the   people   cheered   as   the   Horse
  went bounding and gaining! But he had left the line at his top speed; the
  Storbuk's rose as he flewfasterfaster。 The Pony ceased to gain。 A mile
  whirled by; the gap began to close。 The Pony had over…spurted at the start;
  but the Storbuk was warming to his workstriding evenly; swiftly; faster
  yet; as Sveggum cried in encouragement: 〃Ho; Storbuk! good Storbuk!〃 or
  talked to him only with a gentle rein。 At the turning…point the pair were
  neck and neck; then the Ponythough well driven and well shod…slipped
  on   the   ice;   and   thenceforth   held   back   as   though   in   fear;   so   the   Storbuk
  steamed away。 The Pony and his driver were far behind when a roar from
  every human throat in Filefjeld told that the Storbuk had passed the wire
  and won the race。 And yet all this was before the White Ren had reached
  the years of his full strength and speed。
  Once that day Rol essayed to drive the 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。 In a moment there was a change。 The Racer's
  speed was checked; all four legs braced forward till he stood; the drooping
  lids   were   raised;   the   eyes   rolledthere   was   a   green   light   in   them   now。
  Three   puffs   of   steam   were   jetted   from   each   nostril。   Rol   shouted;   then;
  scenting   danger;   quickly   upset   the   sled   and     hid   beneath。   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 of him。
  In twenty minutes he could carry old Sveggum round the six…mile rim of
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  Utrovand。 When the   snow…slide   buried   all   the village of   Holaker;  it   was
  the   Storbuk   that   brought   the   word   for   help   to   Opdalstole   and   returned
  again over the forty miles of deep snow in seven hours; to carry brandy;
  food; and promise of speedy aid。
  When over…venturesome young Knute Sveggumsen broke through the
  new   thin   ice   of   Utrovand;   his   cry   for   help   brought   the   Storbuk   to   the
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