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"That morning is the 1st of March, and on that morning I see the first sign of that after which the baby wolves are in search. It is clear weather, and cold. The sun stay longer in the sky, and there are sun dogs flashing on either side, and the air is bright with frost dust. THAT MORNING IS THE FIRST OF MARCH AND ON THAT MORNING I SEE THE FIRST SIGN OF THAT AFTER WHICH THE BABY WOLVES ARE IN SEARCH IT IS CLEAR WEATHER AND COLD THE SUNS STAY LONGER IN THE SKY AND THERE ARE SUN DOGS FLASHING ON EITHER SIDE AND THE AIR IS BRIGHT WITH FROST DUST
an with the one eye in the snow. "There is little travel on the big cut-off. Sometimes two or three months and nobody goes by. The snow had covered the trail, and there was no sign that men had ever come or gone that way. All day the wind blew and the snow fell, and all day we travelled, while our stomachs gnawed their desire and our bodies grew weaker with every step they took. Then the woman began to fall. Then the man. I did not fall, but my feet were heavy and I caught my toes and stumbled many times. "That night is the end of February. I kill three ptarmigan with the woman's revolver, and we are made somewhat strong again. But the dogs have nothing to eat. They try to eat their harness, which is of leather and walrus-hide, and I must fight them off with a club and hang all the harness in a tree. And all night they howl and fight around that tree. But we do not mind. We sleep like dead people, and in the morning get up like dead people out of their graves and go on along the trail. VING NO THOUGHT TO THE MAN WITH THE ONE EYE IN THE SNOW THERE IS LITTLE TRAVEL ON THE BIG CUT OFF SOMETIMES TWO OR THREE MONTHS AND NOBODY GOES BY THE SNOW HAD COVERED THE TRAIL AND THERE WAS NO SIGN THAT MEN HAD EVER COME OR GONE THAT WAY ALL DAY THE WIND BLEW AND THE SNOW FELL AND ALL DAY WE TRAVELL WHILE OUR STOMACHS GNAWED THEIR DESIRE AND OUR BODIES GREW WEAKER WITH EVERY STEP THEY TOOK THEN THE WOMAN BEGAN TO FALL THEN THE MAN I DID NOT FALL BUT MY FEET WERE HEAVY AND I CAUGHT MY TOES AND STUMBLED MANY TIMES THAT NIGHT IS THE END OF FEBRUARY I KILL THREE PTARMIGAN WITH THE WOMAN'S REVOLVER AND WE ARE MADE SOMEWHAT STRONG AGAIN BUT THE DOGS HAVE NOTHING TO EAT THEY TRY TO EAT THEIR HARNESS WHICH IS OF LEATHER AND WALRUS HIDE AND I MUST FIGHT THEM OFF WITH A CLUB AND HANG ALL THE HARNESS IN A TREE AND ALL NIGHT THEY HOWL AND FIGHT AROUND THAT TREE BUT WE DO NOT MIND WE SLEEP LIKE DEAD PEOPLE AND IN THE MORNING WE GET UP LIKE DEAD PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR GRAVES AND GO ON ALONG THE TRAIL
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