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This was a day of fog, and this day hunger awoke in him again. He was very weak and was afflicted with a giddiness which at times blinded him. It was no uncommon thing now for him to stumble and fall; and stumbling once, he fell squarely into a ptarmigan nest. THIS WAS A DAY OF FOG AND THIS DAY HUNGER AWOKE IN HIM AGAIN HE WAS VERY WEAK AND WAS AFFECTED WITH A GIDDINESS WHICH AT TIMES BLINDED HIM IT WAS NO UNCOMMON THING NOW FOR HIM TO STUMBLE AND FALL AND STUMBLING ONCE HE FELL SQUARELY INTO A PTARMIGAN NEST
 moss, and he was able to warm himself with hot water. He had not covered more than ten miles that day; and the next day, travelling whenever his heart permitted him, he covered no more than five miles. But his stomach did not give him the slightest uneasiness. It had gone to sleep. He was in a strange country, too, and the caribou were growing more plentiful, also the wolves. Often their yelps drifted across the desolation, and once he saw three of them slinking away before his path. Another night; and in the morning, being more rational, he untied the leather string that fastened the squat moose-hide sack. From its open mouth poured a yellow stream of coarse gold-dust and nuggets. He roughly divided the gold in halves, caching one half on a prominent ledge, wrapped in a piece of blanket, and returning the other half to the sack. He also began to use strips of the one remaining blanket for his feet. He still clung to his gun, for there were cartridges in that cache by the river Dease. HAD DRIED STRAY SHREDS OF MOSS AND HE WAS ABLE TO WARM HIMSELF WITH HOT WATER HE HAD NOT COVERED MORE THAN TEN MILES THAT DAY AND THE NEXT DAY TRAVELLING WHENEVER HIS HEART PERMITTED HIM HE COVERED NO MORE THAN FIVE MILES BUT HIS STOMACH DID NOT GIVE HIM THE SLIGHTEST UNEASINESS IT HAD GONE TO SLEEP HE WAS IN A STRANGE COUNTRY TOO AND THE CARIBOO WERE GROWING MORE PLENTIFUL ALSO THE WOLVES OFTEN THEIR YELPS DRIFTED ACROSS THE DESOLATION AND ONCE HE SAW THREE OF THEM SLINKING AWAY BEFORE HIS PATH ANOTHER NIGHT AND IN THE MORNING BEING MORE RATIONAL HE UNTIED THE LEATHER STRING THAT FASTENED THE SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK FROM ITS OPEN MOUTH POURED A YELLOW STREAM OF COARSE GOLD DUST AND NUGGETS HE ROUGHLY DIVIDED THE GOLDEN HALVES CASHING ONE HALF ON A PROMINENT LEDGE WRAPPED IN A PIECE OF BLANKET AND RETURNING THE OTHER HALF TO THE SACK HE ALSO BEGAN TO USE THE STRIPS OF THE ONE REMAINING BLANKET FOR HIS FEET HE STILL CLUNG TO HIS GUN FOR THERE WERE CARTRIDGES IN THAT CASH BY THE RIVER DESE
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