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They can no longer talk, but they whisper, 'On, on. Let us hurry!' "And they fall down, but they go on. THEY CAN NO LONGER TALK BUT THEY WHISPER ON ON LET US HURRY AND THEY FALL DOWN BUT THEY GO ON
 who have died of hunger, and their cheeks are black with the dead flesh of many freezings. 'Let us go on,' says the man. But the woman coughs and falls in the snow. It is the dry cough where the frost has bitten the lungs. For a long time she coughs, then like a woman crawling out of her grave she crawls to her feet. The tears are ice upon her cheeks, and her breath makes a noise as it comes and goes, and she says, 'Let us go on.' "We go on. And we walk in dreams through the silence. And every time we walk is a dream and we are without pain; and every time we fall down is an awakening, and we see the snow and the mountains and the fresh trail of the man who is before us, and we know all our pain again. We come to where we can see a long way over the snow, and that for which they look is before them. A mile away there are black spots upon the snow. The black spots move. My eyes are dim, and I must stiffen my soul to see. And I see one man with dogs and a sled. The baby wolves see, too. CES ARE LIKE THE FACES OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED OF HUNGER AND THEIR CHEEKS ARE BLACK WITH THE DEAD FLESH OF MANY FREEZINGS LET US GO ON SAYS THE MAN BUT THE WOMAN COUGHS AND FALLS IN THE SNOW IT IS THE DRY COUGH WHERE THE FROST HAS BITTEN THE LUNGS FOR A LONG TIME SHE COUGHS THEN LIKE A WOMAN CRAWLING OUT OF HER GRAVE SHE CRAWLS TO HER FEET THE TEARS ARE ICE UPON HER CHEEKS AND HER BREATH MAKES A NOISE AS IT COMES AND GOES AND SHE SAYS LET US GO ON WE GO ON AND WE WALK IN DREAMS THROUGH THE SILENCE AND EVERY TIME WE WALK IS A DREAM AND WE ARE WITHOUT PAIN AND EVERY TIME WE FALL DOWN IS AN AWAKENING AND WE SEE THE SNOW AND THE MOUNTAINS AND THE FRESH TRAIL OF THE MAN WHO IS BEFORE US AND WE KNOW ALL OUR PAIN AGAIN WE COME TO WHERE WE CAN SEE A LONG WAY OVER THE SNOW AND THAT FOR WHICH THEY LOOK IS BEFORE THEM A MILE AWAY THERE ARE BLACK SPOTS UPON THE SNOW THE BLACK SPOTS MOVE MY EYES ARE DIM AND I MUST STIFFEN MY SOUL TO SEE AND I SEE ONE MAN WITH DOGS AND A SLED THE BABY WOLVES SEE TOO
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