“We saw reindeer
browsing,”a friend who’d been in Lapland, said:
“finding their own food; they are adapted
to scant reino Reino
or pasture, yet they can run eleven
miles in fifty minutes; the feet spread when
the snow is soft,
and act as snowshoes. They are rigorists,
however handsomely cutwork artists
of Lapland and
Siberia elaborate the trace
or saddle-girth with saw-tooth leather lace.
One looked at us
With its firm face part brown, part white,-a queen
of alpine flowers. Santa Claus’ reindeer, seen
at last, had grey-
brown fur, with a neck like edelweiss or
Lion’s foot,-leontopodium more
exactly.”and
this candelabrum-headed omament
for a place where ornaments are scarce, set
to Alaska,
was a gift preventing the extinction
of the Esquimo. The battle was won
by a quiet man,
Sheldon Jackson, evangel to that race
Whose reprieve he read in the reindeer’s face.
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