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This was a signal for him to strap on his pack and stumble onward, he knew not where. He was not concerned with the land of little sticks, nor with Bill and the cache under the upturned canoe by the river Dease. THIS WAS A SIGNAL FOR HIM TO STRAP ON HIS PACK AND STUMBLE ONWARD HE KNEW NOT WHERE HE WAS NOT CONCERNED WITH THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS NOR WITH BILL AND THE CASH UNDER THE UPTURNED CANOE BY THE RIVER DESE
 long time after he was shaken by great dry sobs. He built a fire and warmed himself by drinking quarts of hot water, and made camp on a rocky ledge in the same fashion he had the night before. The last thing he did was to see that his matches were dry and to wind his watch. The blankets were wet and clammy. His ankle pulsed with pain. But he knew only that he was hungry, and through his restless sleep he dreamed of feasts and banquets and of food served and spread in all imaginable ways. He awoke chilled and sick. There was no sun. The gray of earth and sky had become deeper, more profound. A raw wind was blowing, and the first flurries of snow were whitening the hilltops. The air about him thickened and grew white while he made a fire and boiled more water. It was wet snow, half rain, and the flakes were large and soggy. At first they melted as soon as they came in contact with the earth, but ever more fell, covering the ground, putting out the fire, spoiling his supply of moss-fuel. GED HIM AROUND AND FOR A LONG TIME AFTER HE WAS SHAKEN BY GREAT DRY SOBS HE BUILT A FIRE AND WARMED HIMSELF BY DRINKING QUARTS OF HOT WATER AND MADE A CAMP ON A ROCKY LEDGE IN THE SAME FASHION HE HAD THE NIGHT BEFORE THE LAST THING HE DID WAS TO SEE THAT HIS MATCHES WERE DRY AND TO WIND HIS WATCH THE BLANKETS WERE WET AND CLAMMY HIS ANKLE PULSED WITH PAIN BUT HE KNEW ONLY THAT HE WAS HUNGRY AND THROUGH HIS RESTLESS SLEEP HE DREAMED OF FEASTS AND BANQUETS AND OF FOOD SERVED AND SPREAD IN ALL IMAGINABLE WAYS HE AWOKE CHILLED AND SICK THERE WAS NO SUN THE GRAY OF EARTH AND SKY HAD BECOME DEEPER MORE PROFOUND A RAW WIND WAS BLOWING AND THE FIRST FLURRIES OF SNOW WERE WHITENING THE HILLTOPS THE AIR ABOUT HIM THICKENED AND GREW WHITE WHILE HE MADE A FIRE AND BOILED MORE WATER IT WAS WET SNOW HALF RAIN AND THE FLAKES WERE LARGE AND SOGGY AT FIRST THEY MELTED AS SOON AS THEY CAME IN CONTACT WITH THE EARTH BUT EVERMORE FELL COVERING THE GROUND PUTTING OUT THE FIRE SPOILING A SUPPLY OF MOSS FUEL
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