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Soul and body walked or crawled side by side, yet apart, so slender was the thread that bound them. He awoke in his right mind, lying on his back on a rocky ledge. The sun was shining bright and warm. Afar off he heard the squawking of caribou calves. He was aware of vague memories of rain and wind and snow, but whether he had been beaten by the storm for two days or two weeks he did not know. SOUL AND BODY WALKED OR CRAWLED SIDE BY SIDE YET APART SO SLENDER WAS THE THREAD THAT BOUND THEM HE AWOKE IN HIS RIGHT MIND LYING ON HIS BACK ON A ROCKY LEDGE THE SUN WAS SHINING BRIGHT AND WARM AFAR OFF HE HEARD THE SQUAWKING OF CARIBOO CALVES HE WAS AWARE OF VAGUE MEMORIES OF RAIN AND WIND AND SNOW BUT WHETHER HE HAD BEEN BEATEN BY THE STORM FOR TWO DAYS OR TWO WEEKS HE DID NOT KNOW
d swallowed them. He pounded his fingers, too, in his haste, and yet found a moment in which to feel surprise at the fact that his fingers did not hurt much when caught under the descending rock. Came frightful days of snow and rain. He did not know when he made camp, when he broke camp. He travelled in the night as much as in the day. He rested wherever he fell, crawled on whenever the dying life in him flickered up and burned less dimly. He, as a man, no longer strove. It was the life in him, unwilling to die, that drove him on. He did not suffer. His nerves had become blunted, numb, while his mind was filled with weird visions and delicious dreams. But ever he sucked and chewed on the crushed bones of the caribou calf, the least remnants of which he had gathered up and carried with him. He crossed no more hills or divides, but automatically followed a large stream which flowed through a wide and shallow valley. He did not see this stream nor this valley. He saw nothing save visions. OCKS POUNDED THEM TO A PULP AND SWALLOWED THEM HE POUNDED HIS FINGERS TOO IN HIS HASTE AND YET FOUND A MOMENT IN WHICH TO FEEL SURPRISED AT THE FACT THAT HIS FINGERS DID NOT HURT MUCH WHEN CAUGHT UNDER THE DESCENDING ROCK CAME FRIGHTFUL DAYS OF SNOW AND RAIN HE DID NOT KNOW WHEN HE MADE CAMP WHEN HE BROKE CAMP HE TRAVELLED IN THE NIGHT AS MUCH AS IN THE DAY RESTED WHEREVER HE FELL CRAWLED ON WHENEVER THE DYING LIFE AT HIM FLICKERED UP AND BURNED LESS DIMLY HE AS A MAN NO LONGER STROVE IT WAS THE LIFE IN HIM UNWILLING TO DIE THAT DROVE HIM ON HE DID NOT SUFFER HIS NERVES HAD BECOME BLUNTED NUMB WHILE HIS MIND WAS FILLED WITH WEIRD VISIONS AND DELICIOUS DREAMS BUT EVER HE SUCKED AND CHEWED ON THE CRUSHED BONES OF THE CARIBOO CALF THE LEAST REMAINS OF WHICH HE HAD GATHERED UP AND CARRIED WITH HIM HE CROSSED NO MORE HILLS OR DIVIDES BUT AUTOMATICALLY FOLLOWED A LARGE STREAM WHICH FLOWED THROUGH A WIDE AND SHALLOW VALLEY HE DID NOT SEE THIS STREAM NOR THIS VALLEY HE SAW NOTHING SAVE VISIONS
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