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"Sometimes, at the trading posts, the man and woman get letters. I do not know what is in the letters. But it is the scent that they follow, these letters themselves are the scent. One time an Indian gives them a letter. I talk with him privately. He says it is a man with one eye who gives him the letter, a man who travels fast down the Yukon. That is all. But I know that the baby wolves are after the man with the one eye. SOMETIMES AT THE TRADING POSTS THE MAN AND WOMAN GET LETTERS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS IN THE LETTERS BUT IT IS THE SCENT THAT THEY FOLLOW THESE LETTERS THEMSELVES ARE THE SCENT ONE TIME AN INDIAN GIVES THEM A LETTER I TALK WITH HIM PRIVATELY HE SAYS IT IS A MAN WITH ONE EYE WHO GIVES HIM THE LETTER A MAN WHO TRAVELS FAST DOWN THE YUKON THAT IS ALL BUT I KNOW THAT THE BABY WOLVES ARE AFTER THE MAN WITH THE ONE EYE
lived on the trail. And yet have these two baby wolves made me very tired. I am lean, like a starved cat, and I am glad of my bed at night, and in the morning am I greatly weary. Yet ever are we hitting the trail in the dark before daylight, and still on the trail does the dark after nightfall find us. These two baby wolves! If I am lean like a starved cat, they are lean like cats that have never eaten and have died. Their eyes are sunk deep in their heads, bright sometimes as with fever, dim and cloudy sometimes like the eyes of the dead. Their cheeks are hollow like caves in a cliff. Also are their cheeks black and raw from many freezings. Sometimes it is the woman in the morning who says, 'I cannot get up. I cannot move. Let me die.' And it is the man who stands beside her and says, 'Come, let us go on.' And they go on. And sometimes it is the man who cannot get up, and the woman says, 'Come, let us go on.' But the one thing they do, and always do, is to go on. Always do they go on.  ON THE TRAIL AND ALL MY DAYS HAVE I LIVED ON THE TRAIL AND YET HAVE THESE TWO BABY WOLVES MADE ME VERY TIRED I AM LEAN LIKE A STARVING CAT AND I AM GLAD OF MY BED AT NIGHT AND IN THE MORNING I AM GREATLY WEARY YET EVER ARE WE HITTING THE TRAIL IN THE DARK BEFORE DAYLIGHT AND STILL ON THE TRAIL DOES THE DARK AFTER NIGHTFALL FIND US THESE TWO BABY WOLVES IF I AM LEAN LIKE A STARVED CAT THEY ARE LEAN LIKE CATS THAT HAVE NEVER EATEN AND HAVE DIED THEIR EYES ARE SUNK DEEP IN THEIR HEADS BRIGHT SOMETIMES AS WITH FEVER DIM AND CLOUDY SOMETIMES LIKE THE EYES OF THE DEAD THEIR CHEEKS ARE HOLLOW LIKE CAVES IN A CLIFF ALSO ARE THEIR CHEEKS BLACK AND RAW FROM MANY FREEZINGS SOMETIMES IT IS THE WOMAN IN THE MORNING WHO SAYS I CANNOT GET UP I CANNOT MOVE LET ME DIE AND IT IS THE MAN WHO STANDS BESIDE HER AND SAYS COME LET US GO ON AND THEY GO ON AND SOMETIMES IT IS THE MAN WHO CANNOT GET UP AND THE WOMAN SAYS COME LET US GO ON BUT THE ONE THING THEY DO AND ALWAYS DO IS TO GO ON ALWAYS DO THEY GO ON
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