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An hallucination began to trouble him. He felt confident that one cartridge remained to him. It was in the chamber of the rifle and he had overlooked it. On the other hand, he knew all the time that the chamber was empty. AN HALLUCINATION BEGAN TO TROUBLE HIM HE FELT CONFIDENT THAT ONE CARTRIDGE REMAINED TO HIM IT WAS IN THE CHAMBER OF THE RIFLE AND HE HAD OVERLOOKED IT ON THE OTHER HAND HE KNEW ALL THE TIME THAT THE CHAMBER WAS EMPTY
the mother ptarmigan; but he exhausted himself. She lay panting on her side. He lay panting on his side, a dozen feet away, unable to crawl to her. And as he recovered she recovered, fluttering out of reach as his hungry hand went out to her. The chase was resumed. Night settled down and she escaped. He stumbled from weakness and pitched head foremost on his face, cutting his cheek, his pack upon his back. He did not move for a long while; then he rolled over on his side, wound his watch, and lay there until morning. Another day of fog. Half of his last blanket had gone into foot-wrappings. He failed to pick up Bill's trail. It did not matter. His hunger was driving him too compellingly--only--only he wondered if Bill, too, were lost. By midday the irk of his pack became too oppressive. Again he divided the gold, this time merely spilling half of it on the ground. In the afternoon he threw the rest of it away, there remaining to him only the half-blanket, the tin bucket, and the rifle. TURN AND INVESTIGATE HE EXHAUSTED THE MOTHER PTARMIGAN BUT HE EXHAUSTED HIMSELF SHE LAY PANTING ON HER SIDE HE LAY PANTING ON HIS SIDE A DOZEN FEET AWAY UNABLE TO CRAWL TO HER AND AS HE RECOVERED SHE RECOVERED FLUTTERING OUT OF REACH AS HIS HUNGRY HAND WENT OUT TO HER THE CHASE WAS RESUMED NIGHT SETTLED DOWN AND SHE ESCAPED HE STUMBLED FROM WEAKNESS AND PITCHED HEAD FOREMOST ON HIS FACE CUTTING HIS CHEEK HIS PACK UPON HIS BACK HE DID NOT MOVE FOR A LONG WHILE THEN HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS SIDE WOUND HIS WATCH AND LAY THERE TILL MORNING ANOTHER DAY OF FOG HALF OF HIS LAST BLANKET HAD GONE INTO FOOT WRAPPINGS HE FAILED TO PICK UP BILL'S TRAIL IT DID NOT MATTER HIS HUNGER WAS DRIVING HIM TOO COMPELLINGLY ONLY ONLY HE WONDERED IF BILL TOO WERE LOST BY MIDDAY THE IRK OF HIS PACK BECAME TOO OPPRESSIVE AGAIN HE DIVIDED THE GOLD THIS TIME MERELY SPILLING HALF OF IT ON THE GROUND IN THE AFTERNOON HE THREW THE REST OF IT AWAY THERE REMAINING TO HIM ONLY THE HALF BLANKET THE TIN BUCKET AND THE RIFLE
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