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Also, he recinched the injured ankle and prepared himself for a day of travel. When he came to his pack, he paused long over the squat moose hide sack, but in the end it went with him. The snow had melted under the rain, and only the hilltops showed white. The sun came out, and he succeeded in locating the points of the compass, though he knew now that he was lost. ALSO HE RECINCHED THE INJURED ANKLE AND PREPARED HIMSELF FOR A DAY OF TRAVEL WHEN HE CAME TO HIS PACK HE PAUSED LONG OVER THE SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK BUT IN THE END IT WENT WITH HIM THE SNOW HAD MELTED UNDER THE RAIN AND ONLY THE HILLTOPS SHOWED WHITE THE SUN CAME OUT AND HE SUCCEEDED IN LOCATING THE POINTS OF THE COMPASS THOUGH HE KNEW NOW THAT HE WAS LOST
way through the wet snow to the watery muskeg berries, and went by feel as he pulled up the rush-grass by the roots. But it was tasteless stuff and did not satisfy. He found a weed that tasted sour and he ate all he could find of it, which was not much, for it was a creeping growth, easily hidden under the several inches of snow. He had no fire that night, nor hot water, and crawled under his blanket to sleep the broken hunger-sleep. The snow turned into a cold rain. He awakened many times to feel it falling on his upturned face. Day came--a gray day and no sun. It had ceased raining. The keenness of his hunger had departed. Sensibility, as far as concerned the yearning for food, had been exhausted. There was a dull, heavy ache in his stomach, but it did not bother him so much. He was more rational, and once more he was chiefly interested in the land of little sticks and the cache by the river Dease. He ripped the remnant of one of his blankets into strips and bound his bleeding feet.   SWALE BOTTOMS HE FELT HIS WAY THROUGH THE WET SNOW TO THE WATERY MUSKEG BERRIES AND WENT BY FEEL AS HE PULLED UP THE RUSH GRASS BY THE ROOTS BUT IT WAS TASTELESS STUFF AND DID NOT SATISFY HE FOUND A WEED THAT TASTED SOUR AND HE ATE ALL HE COULD FIND OF IT WHICH WAS NOT MUCH FOR IT WAS A CREEPING GROWTH EASILY HIDDEN UNDER THE SEVERAL INCHES OF SNOW HE HAD NO FIRE THAT NIGHT NOR HOT WATER AND CRAWLED UNDER HIS BLANKET TO SLEEP THE BROKEN HUNGER SLEEP THE SNOW TURNED INTO A COLD RAIN HE AWAKENED MANY TIMES TO FEEL IT FALLING ON HIS UPTURNED FACE DAY CAME A GREY DAY AND NO SUN IT HAD CEASED RAINING THE KEENNESS OF HIS HUNGER HAD DEPARTED SENSIBILITY AS FAR AS CONCERNED THE YEARNING FOR FOOD HAD BEEN EXHAUSTED THERE WAS A DULL HEAVY ACHE IN HIS STOMACH BUT IT DID NOT BOTHER HIM SO MUCH HE WAS MORE RATIONAL AND ONCE MORE HE WAS CHIEFLY INTERESTED IN THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS AND THE CASH BY THE RIVER DESE HE RIPPED THE REMNANT OF ONE OF HIS BLANKETS INTO STRIPS AND BOUND HIS BLEEDING FEET 
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