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Sometimes they rise to their knees and fall forward, maybe four or five 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. SOMETIMES THEY RISE TO THEIR KNEES AND FALL FORWARD MAYBE FOUR OR FIVE 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
 eyes are dim, and I must stiffen my soul to see. And I see one man with dogs and a sled. The baby wolves see, too. They can no longer talk, but they whisper, 'On, on. Let us hurry!' "And they fall down, but they go on. The man who is before us, his blanket harness breaks often, and he must stop and mend it. Our harness is good, for I have hung it in trees each night. At eleven o'clock the man is half a mile away. At one o'clock he is a quarter of a mile away. He is very weak. We see him fall down many times in the snow. One of his dogs can no longer travel, and he cuts it out of the harness. But he does not kill it. I kill it with the axe as I go by, as I kill one of my dogs which loses its legs and can travel no more. "Now we are three hundred yards away. We go very slow. Maybe in two, three hours we go one mile. We do not walk. All the time we fall down. We stand up and stagger two steps, maybe three steps, then we fall down again. And all the time I must help up the man and woman.  TS UPON THE SNOW THE BLACK SPOTS MOVE MY EYES ARE DIM AND I MUST STIFFEN MY SOUL TO SEE AND I SEE ONE MAN WITH DOGS AND A SLED THE BABY WOLVES SEE TOO THEY CAN NO LONGER TALK BUT THEY WHISPER ON ON LET US HURRY AND THEY FALL DOWN BUT THEY GO ON THE MAN WHO IS BEFORE US HIS BLANKET HARNESS BREAKS OFTEN AND HE MUST STOP AND MEND IT OUR HARNESS IS GOOD FOR I HAVE HUNG IT IN TREES EACH NIGHT AT ELEVEN O'CLOCK THE MAN IS HALF A MILE AWAY AT ONE O'CLOCK HE IS A QUARTER OF A MILE AWAY HE IS VERY WEAK WE SEE HIM FALL DOWN MANY TIMES IN THE SNOW ONE OF HIS DOGS CAN NO LONGER TRAVEL AND HE CUTS IT OUT OF THE HARNESS BUT HE DOES NOT KILL IT I KILL IT WITH THE AXE AS I GO BY AS I KILL ONE OF MY DOGS WHICH LOSES ITS LEGS AND CAN TRAVEL NO MORE NOW WE ARE THREE HUNDRED YARDS AWAY WE GO VERY SLOW MAYBE IN TWO THREE HOURS WE GO ONE MILE WE DO NOT WALK ALL THE TIME WE FALL DOWN WE STAND UP AND STAGGER TWO STEPS MAYBE THREE STEPS THEN WE FALL DOWN AGAIN AND ALL THE TIME I MUST HELP UP THE MAN AND WOMAN 
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