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Show Santa and The White Fox Telegra m'sJJhristmas Seria I . . . . . . BStgfidTAfne i The monr to far: In order to rascu ! Hrlgft from th whit fox th aallor doll hu challenged him to a race. The sailor u to take Helga In hla Iceboat, Ice-boat, and the lux takea the tlnr aquirrel. CHAPTER 1 The Race - Th white fox aeemed t be mightily ple&sed with the Idea of racing the sailor in his ice-boaL He was so pleased with the idea thar -she "stopped to brush his ionff. white hair and admire himself in the mirror. He started to tie about bia neck the collar of silver bells that Helga had given him. But the sailor remembered re-membered that the Queen of Fairies had told him he should get those bells. So he said: "That collar may add some weight and become very tiresome as you run. "Right you are." said the fox, and put them down. They all trooped out of the den, the white fox carrying the tiny squirrel and the sailor with Helga who was tying on her ermine cape. 'There's my boat," said the sailor, pointing down the hill. They all walked down the hill to the boat, , and the sailor helped Helga into hef Seat, tucking her cape about he!" 1 feet. Ready, Set Go! When they were all ready, the white fox drew a line in the snow. The white fox toed it. and the sailor swung his boat along jo its bow just crossed the line. "We're off!" growled the fox. He sprinted across the line and streaked away across the hills. But the sailor's boat was slow in getting get-ting started because his sails had to fill with the wind. "What ho. North Wind," he shouted. "Come and help." The North Wind had been watching watch-ing from behind the mountain, so he came running. He puffed into the sailor's sails until they looked like fat, white mushrooms, and the boat sung across the snow. Soon it was alongside the fox. He was grinning, his red tongue hung out and his eyes blazed red. But then the boat began to pass him. He lunged to try to push the boat over, but the sailor saw him, and swung out of hla road. Way Ahead Helga was so excited she stood up in the boat and shouted, "Watch the sails; I'll handle the tiller." They passed the fox eaaily and the last they saw of him he was so angry ha was howling his bead off. The sailor and Helga aped along in the boat, enjoying the ride. Finally the sailor said, with a little admiring smile: "I must say you took hold of the boat welL" "This is wonderful," said Helga. "I've always wanted to sail, and I'm so glad I'm free of the fox." "You should be," said the sailor. "But we must go back to his home just once more to rescue the tiny squirrel." Continued Tuesday |