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He slept like a dead man. The brief darkness around midnight came and went. The sun arose in the northeast  at least the day dawned in that quarter, for the sun was hidden by gray clouds. At six o'clock he awoke, quietly lying on his back. He gazed straight up into the gray sky and knew that he was hungry. As he rolled over on his elbow he was startled by a loud snort, and saw a bull caribou regarding him with alert curiosity. HE SLEPT LIKE A DEAD MAN THE BRIEF DARKNESS AROUND MIDNIGHT CAME AND WENT THE SUN AROSE IN THE NORTHEAST AT LEAST THE DAY DAWNED IN THAT QUARTER FOR THE SUN WAS HIDDEN BY GRAY CLOUDS AT SIX O'CLOCK HE AWOKE QUIETLY LYING ON HIS BACK HE GAZED STRAIGHT UP INTO THE GRAY SKY AND KNEW THAT HE WAS HUNGRY AS HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS ELBOW HE WAS STARTLED BY A LOUD SNORT AND SAW A BULL CARIBOO REGARDING HIM WITH AN ALERT CURIOSITY
wrapped his pack and the first thing he did was to count his matches. There were sixty-seven. He counted them three times to make sure. He divided them into several portions, wrapping them in oil paper, disposing of one bunch in his empty tobacco pouch, of another bunch in the inside band of his battered hat, of a third bunch under his shirt on the chest. This accomplished, a panic came upon him, and he unwrapped them all and counted them again. There were still sixty-seven. He dried his wet foot-gear by the fire. The moccasins were in soggy shreds. The blanket socks were worn through in places, and his feet were raw and bleeding. His ankle was throbbing, and he gave it an examination. It had swollen to the size of his knee. He tore a long strip from one of his two blankets and bound the ankle tightly. He tore other strips and bound them about his feet to serve for both moccasins and socks. Then he drank the pot of water, steaming hot, wound his watch, and crawled between his blankets. OF WATER ON TO BOIL HE UNWRAPPED HIS PACK AND THE FIRST THING HE DID WAS TO COUNT HIS MATCHES THERE WERE SIXTY SEVEN HE COUNTED THEM THREE TIMES TO MAKE SURE HE DIVIDED THEM INTO SEVERAL PORTIONS WRAPPING THEM IN OIL PAPER DISPOSING OF ONE BUNCH IN HIS EMPTY TOBACCO POUCH OF ANOTHER BUNCH IN THE INSIDE BAND OF HIS BATTERED HAT OF A THIRD BUNCH UNDER HIS SHIRT ON THE CHEST THIS ACCOMPLISHED A PANIC CAME UPON HIM AND HE UNWRAPPED THEM ALL AND COUNTED THEM AGAIN THERE WERE STILL SIXTY SEVEN HE DRIED HIS WET FOOT GEAR BY THE FIRE THE MOCCASINS WERE IN SOGGY SHREDS THE BLANKET SOCKS WERE WORN THROUGH IN PLACES AND HIS FEET WERE RAW AND BLEEDING HIS ANKLE WAS THROBBING AND HE GAVE IT AN EXAMINATION IT HAD SWOLLEN TO THE SIZE OF HIS KNEE HE TORE A LONG STRIP FROM ONE OF HIS TWO BLANKETS AND BOUND THE ANKLE TIGHTLY HE TORE OTHER STRIPS AND BOUND THEM ABOUT HIS FEET TO SERVE FOR BOTH MOCCASINS AND SOCKS THEN HE DRANK THE POT OF WATER STEAMING HOT WOUND HIS WATCH AND CRAWLED BETWEEN HIS BLANKETS
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