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Everywhere there were small hills of snow where the wind had piled it up. I have a thought, and I dig in one and another of the hills of snow. Soon I find the walls of the cabin, and I dig down to the door. I go inside. EVERYWHERE THERE WERE SMALL HILLS OF SNOW WHERE THE WIND HAD PILED IT UP I HAVE A THOUGHT AND I DIG IN ONE AND ANOTHER OF THE HILLS OF SNOW SOON I FIND THE WALLS OF THE CABIN AND I DIG DOWN TO THE DOOR I GO INSIDE
s another wolf, an old wolf, and he, too, thinks but the one thought, to go on. So we give him our grub, which is not much, and we chop wood for his fire, and we take his strongest dogs and go on. We left the man with one eye there in the snow, and he died there in the snow, for McKeon never went back for him. And who that man was, and why he came to be there, I do not know. But I think he was greatly paid by the man and the woman, like me, to do their work for them. "That day and that night we had nothing to eat, and all next day we travelled fast, and we were weak with hunger. Then we came to the Black Rock, which rose five hundred feet above the trail. It was at the end of the day. Darkness was coming, and we could not find the cabin of McKeon. We slept hungry, and in the morning looked for the cabin. It was not there, which was a strange thing, for everybody knew that McKeon lived in a cabin at Black Rock. We were near to the coast, where the wind blows hard and there is much snow. E BUT DO YOU GO ON HERE IS ANOTHER WOLF AN OLD WOLF AND HE TOO THINKS BUT THE ONE THOUGHT TO GO ON SO WE GIVE HIM OUR GRUB WHICH IS NOT MUCH AND WE CHOP WOOD FOR HIS FIRE AND WE TAKE HIS STRONGEST DOGS AND GO ON WE LEFT THE MAN WITH THE ONE EYE THERE IN THE SNOW AND HE DIED THERE IN THE SNOW FOR MC KEEN NEVER WENT BACK FOR HIM AND WHO THAT MAN WAS AND WHY HE CAME TO BE THERE I DO NOT KNOW BUT I THINK HE WAS GREATLY PAID BY THE MAN AND THE WOMAN LIKE ME TO DO THEIR WORK FOR THEM THAT DAY AND THE NEXT NIGHT WE HAD NOTHING TO EAT AND ALL NEXT DAY WE TRAVELED FAST AND WE WERE WEAK WITH HUNGER THEN WE CAME TO THE BLACK ROCK WHICH ROSE FIVE HUNDRED FEET ABOVE THE TRAIL IT WAS AT THE END OF THE DAY DARKNESS WAS COMING AND WE COULD NOT FIND THE CABIN OF MC KEEN WE SLEPT HUNGRY AND IN THE MORNING LOOKED FOR THE CABIN IT WAS NOT THERE WHICH WAS A STRANGE THING FOR EVERYBODY KNEW THAT MC KEEN LIVED IN A CABIN AT BLACK ROCK WE WERE NEAR TO THE COAST WHERE THE WIND BLOWS HARD AND THERE IS MUCH SNOW
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