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After a long time we come to the dogs. They lie helpless in the snow, their harness of blanket and canvas on them, the sled behind them, and as we pass them they whine to us and cry like babies that are hungry. AFTER A LONG TIME WE COME TO THE DOGS THEY LIE HELPLESS IN THE SNOW THEIR HARNESS OF BLANKET AND CANVAS ON THEM THE SLED BEHIND THEM AND AS WE PASS THEM THEY WHINE TO US AND CRY LIKE BABIES THAT ARE HUNGRY
o their feet again and stagger two or three steps and fall. But always do they fall forward. Standing or kneeling, always do they fall forward, gaining on the trail each time by the length of their bodies. "Sometimes they crawl on hands and knees like animals that live in the forest. We go like snails, like snails that are dying we go so slow. And yet we go faster than the man who is before us. For he, too, falls all the time, and there is no Sitka Charley to lift him up. Now he is two hundred yards away. After a long time he is one hundred yards away. "It is a funny sight. I want to laugh out loud, Ha! ha! just like that, it is so funny. It is a race of dead men and dead dogs. It is like in a dream when you have a nightmare and run away very fast for your life and go very slow. The man who is with me is mad. The woman is mad. I am mad. All the world is mad, and I want to laugh, it is so funny. "The stranger-man who is before us leaves his dogs behind and goes on alone across the snow.  TIMES BEFORE THEY CAN GET TO THEIR FEET AGAIN AND STAGGER TWO OR THREE STEPS AND FALL BUT ALWAYS DO THEY FALL FORWARD STANDING OR KNEELING ALWAYS DO THEY FALL FORWARD GAINING ON THE TRAIL EACH TIME BY THE LENGTH OF THEIR BODIES SOMETIMES THEY CRAWL ON HANDS AND KNEES LIKE ANIMALS THAT LIVE IN THE FOREST WE GO LIKE SNAILS LIKE SNAILS THAT ARE DYING WE GO SO SLOW AND YET WE GO FASTER THAN THE MAN WHO IS BEFORE US FOR HE TOO FALLS ALL THE TIME AND THERE IS NO SITKA CHARLIE TO LIFT HIM UP NOW HE IS TWO HUNDRED YARDS AWAY AFTER A LONG TIME HE IS ONE HUNDRED YARDS AWAY IT IS A FUNNY SIGHT I WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD HA HA JUST LIKE THAT IT IS SO FUNNY IT IS A RACE OF DEAD MEN AND DEAD DOGS IT IS LIKE IN A DREAM WHEN YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE AND RUN AWAY VERY FAST FOR YOUR LIFE AND GO VERY SLOW THE MAN WHO IS WITH ME IS MAD THE WOMAN IS MAD I AM MAD ALL THE WORLD IS MAD AND I WANT TO LAUGH IT IS SO VERY FUNNY THE STRANGER MAN WHO IS BEFORE US LEAVES HIS DOGS BEHIND AND GOES ON ALONE ACROSS THE SNOW
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