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Though the hunger pangs were no longer so exquisite, he realized that he was weak. He was compelled to pause for frequent rests, when he attacked the muskeg berries and rush grass patches. THOUGH THE HUNGER PANES WERE NO LONGER SO EXQUISITE HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS WEAK HE WAS COMPELLED TO PAUSE FOR FREQUENT RESTS WHEN HE ATTACKED THE MUSKEG BERRIES AND RUSH GRASS PATCHES
ay 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. 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. Perhaps, in his previous days' wanderings, he had edged away too far to the left. He now bore off to the right to counteract the possible deviation from his true course. ALLING 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 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 PERHAPS IN HIS PREVIOUS DAY'S WANDERINGS HE HAD EDGED AWAY TOO FAR TO THE LEFT HE NOW BORE OFF TO THE RIGHT TO COUNTERACT THE POSSIBLE DEVIATION FROM HIS TRUE COURSE
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