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He finally set it to one side and proceeded to roll the pack. He paused to gaze at the squat moose hide sack. He picked it up hastily with a defiant glance about him, as though the desolation were trying to rob him of it; and when he rose to his feet to stagger on into the day, it was included in the pack on his back. HE FINALLY SET IT TO ONE SIDE AND PROCEEDED TO ROLL THE PACK HE PAUSED TO GAZE AT THE SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK HE PICKED IT UP HASTILY WITH A DEFIANT GLANCE ABOUT HIM AS THOUGH THE DESOLATION WERE TRYING TO ROB HIM OF IT AND WHEN HE ROSE TO HIS FEET TO STAGGER ON INTO THE DAY IT WAS INCLUDED IN THE PACK ON HIS BACK
e or so was consumed in straightening up, so that he could stand erect as a man should stand. He crawled up a small knoll and surveyed the prospect. There were no trees, no bushes, nothing but a gray sea of moss scarcely diversified by gray rocks, gray lakelets, and gray streamlets. The sky was gray. There was no sun nor hint of sun. He had no idea of north, and he had forgotten the way he had come to this spot the night before. But he was not lost. He knew that. Soon he would come to the land of the little sticks. He felt that it lay off to the left somewhere, not far--possibly just over the next low hill. He went back to put his pack into shape for travelling. He assured himself of the existence of his three separate parcels of matches, though he did not stop to count them. But he did linger, debating, over a squat moose-hide sack. It was not large. He could hide it under his two hands. He knew that it weighed fifteen pounds,--as much as all the rest of the pack,--and it worried him. Y GAINED HIS FEET ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO WAS CONSUMED IN STRAIGHTENING UP SO THAT HE COULD STAND ERECT AS A MAN SHOULD STAND HE CRAWLED UP A SMALL KNOLL AND SURVEYED THE PROSPECT THERE WERE NO TREES NO BUSHES NOTHING BUT A GREY SEA OF MOSS SCARCELY DIVERSIFIED BY GREY ROCKS GRAY LAKELETS AND GREY STREAMLETS THE SKY WAS GREY THERE WAS NO SUN NOR HINT OF SUN HE HAD NO IDEA OF NORTH AND HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE WAY HE HAD COME TO THIS SPOT THE NIGHT BEFORE BUT HE WAS NOT LOST HE KNEW THAT SOON HE WOULD COME TO THE LAND OF THE LITTLE STICKS HE FELT THAT IT LAY OFF TO THE LEFT SOMEWHERE NOT FAR POSSIBLY JUST OVER THE NEXT LOW HILL HE WENT BACK TO PUT HIS PACK INTO SHAPE FOR TRAVELLING HE ASSURED HIMSELF OF THE EXISTENCE OF HIS THREE SEPARATE PARCELS OF MATCHES THOUGH HE DID NOT STOP TO COUNT THEM BUT HE DID LINGER DEBATING OVER A SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK IT WAS NOT LARGE HE COULD HIDE IT UNDER HIS TWO HANDS HE KNEW THAT IT WEIGHED FIFTEEN POUNDS AS MUCH AS ALL THE REST OF THE PACK AND IT WORRIED HIM
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