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All day the wind blew and the snow fell, and all day we travelled, while our stomachs gnawed their desire and our bodies grew weaker with every step they took. Then the woman began to fall. Then the man. I did not fall, but my feet were heavy and I caught my toes and stumbled many times. ALL DAY THE WIND BLEW AND THE SNOW FELL AND ALL DAY WE TRAVELL WHILE OUR STOMACHS GNAWED THEIR DESIRE AND OUR BODIES GREW WEAKER WITH EVERY STEP THEY TOOK THEN THE WOMAN BEGAN TO FALL THEN THE MAN I DID NOT FALL BUT MY FEET WERE HEAVY AND I CAUGHT MY TOES AND STUMBLED MANY TIMES
. He had eaten his grub and died. I looked for his cache, but there was no grub in it. "'Let us go on,' said the woman. Her eyes were hungry, and her hand was upon her heart, as with the hurt of something inside. She bent back and forth like a tree in the wind as she stood there. 'Yes, let us go on,' said the man. His voice was hollow, like the _klonk_ of an old raven, and he was hunger-mad. His eyes were like live coals of fire, and as his body rocked to and fro, so rocked his soul inside. And I, too, said, 'Let us go on.' For that one thought, laid upon me like a lash for every mile of fifteen hundred miles, had burned itself into my soul, and I think that I, too, was mad. Besides, we could only go on, for there was no grub. And we went on, giving no thought to the man with the one eye in the snow. "There is little travel on the big cut-off. Sometimes two or three months and nobody goes by. The snow had covered the trail, and there was no sign that men had ever come or gone that way. CABIN THE WIND AND THE SNOW HAD COVERED THE CABIN HE HAD EATEN HIS GRUB AND DIED I LOOKED FOR HIS CASH BUT THERE WAS NO GRUB IN IT LET US GO ON SAID THE WOMAN HER EYES WERE HUNGRY AND HER HAND WAS UPON HER HEART AS WITH THE HURT OF SOMETHING INSIDE SHE BENT BACK AND FORTH LIKE A TREE IN THE WIND AS SHE STOOD THERE YES LET US GO ON SAID THE MAN HIS VOICE WAS HOLLOW LIKE THE CLUNK OF AN OLD RAVEN AND HE WAS HUNGER MAD HIS EYES WERE LIKE LIVE COALS OF FIRE AND AS HIS BODY ROCKED TO AND FRO SO ROCKED HIS SOUL INSIDE AND I TOO SAID LET US GO ON FOR THAT ONE THOUGHT LAID UPON ME LIKE A LASH FOR EVERY MILE OF FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES HAD BURNED ITSELF INTO MY SOUL AND I THINK THAT I TOO WAS MAD BESIDES WE COULD ONLY GO ON FOR THERE WAS NO GRUB AND WE WENT ON GIVING NO THOUGHT TO THE MAN WITH THE ONE EYE IN THE SNOW THERE IS LITTLE TRAVEL ON THE BIG CUT OFF SOMETIMES TWO OR THREE MONTHS AND NOBODY GOES BY THE SNOW HAD COVERED THE TRAIL AND THERE WAS NO SIGN THAT MEN HAD EVER COME OR GONE THAT WAY
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