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"They do not look at the dead man. 'Let us go on,' they say. And we go on. But now that they have found that for which they look, they are like dead. The last strength has gone out of them. They can stand no more upon their feet. They will not crawl, but desire only to close their eyes and sleep. THEY DO NOT LOOK AT THE DEAD MAN LET US GO ON THEY SAY AND WE GO ON BUT NOW THAT THEY HAVE FOUND THAT FOR WHICH THEY LOOK THEY ARE LIKE DEAD THE LAST STRENGTH HAS GONE OUT OF THEM THEY CAN STAND NO MORE UPON THEIR FEET THEY WILL NOT CRAWL BUT DESIRE ONLY TO CLOSE THEIR EYES IN SLEEP
 that I, Sitka Charley, saw the baby wolves make their kill. No word is spoken. Only does the stranger-man snarl with his hungry face. Also does he rock to and fro, his shoulders drooping, his knees bent, and his legs wide apart so that he does not fall down. The man and the woman stop maybe fifty feet away. Their legs, too, are wide apart so that they do not fall down, and their bodies rock to and fro. The stranger-man is very weak. His arm shakes, so that when he shoots at the man his bullet strikes in the snow. The man cannot take off his mitten. The stranger-man shoots at him again, and this time the bullet goes by in the air. Then the man takes the mitten in his teeth and pulls it off. But his hand is frozen and he cannot hold the revolver, and it fails in the snow. I look at the woman. Her mitten is off, and the big Colt's revolver is in her hand. Three times she shoot, quick, just like that. The hungry face of the stranger-man is still snarling as he falls forward into the snow. WITH THE DUST OF DIAMONDS AND THUS IT WAS THAT I SITKA CHARLI SAW THE BABY WOLVES MAKE THEIR KILL NO WORD IS SPOKEN ONLY DOES THE STRANGER MAN SNARL WITH HIS HUNGRY FACE ALSO DOES HE ROCK TO AND FRO HIS SHOULDERS DROOPING HIS KNEES BENT AND HIS LEGS WIDE APART SO THAT HE DOES NOT FALL DOWN THE MAN AND WOMAN STOP MAYBE FIFTY FEET AWAY THEIR LEGS TOO ARE WIDE APART SO THEY DO NOT FALL DOWN AND THEIR BODIES ROCK TO AND FRO THE STRANGER MAN IS VERY WEAK HIS ARM SHAKE SO THAT WHEN HE SHOOTS AT THE MAN HIS BULLET STRIKES IN THE SNOW THE MAN CANNOT TAKE OFF HIS MITTEN THE STRANGER MAN SHOOTS AT HIM AGAIN AND THIS TIME THE BULLET GOES BY IN THE AIR THEN THE MAN TAKES THE MITTEN IN HIS TEETH AND PULLS IT OFF BUT HIS HAND IS FROZEN AND HE CANNOT HOLD THE REVOLVER AND IT FALLS IN THE SNOW I LOOK AT THE WOMAN HER MITTEN IS OFF AND THE BIG COLT'S REVOLVER IS IN HER HAND THREE TIMES SHE SHOOT QUICK JUST LIKE THAT THE HUNGRY FACE OF THE STRANGER MAN IS STILL SNARLING AS HE FALLS FORWARD INTO THE SNOW
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