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He is like an animal that is sore wounded and trying to run from the hunter. By and by he crawls on hands and knees. He no longer stands up. And the man and woman no longer stand up. They, too, crawl after him on hands and knees. HE IS LIKE AN ANIMAL THAT IS SORE WOUNDED AND TRYING TO RUN FROM THE HUNTER BY AND BY HE CRAWLS ON HANDS AND KNEES HE NO LONGER STANDS UP AND THE MAN AND WOMAN NO LONGER STAND UP THEY TOO CRAWL AFTER HIM ON HANDS AND KNEES
hen you have a nightmare and run away very fast for your life and go very slow. The man who is with me is mad. The woman is mad. I am mad. All the world is mad, and I want to laugh, it is so funny. "The stranger-man who is before us leaves his dogs behind and goes on alone across the snow. After a long time we come to the dogs. They lie helpless in the snow, their harness of blanket and canvas on them, the sled behind them, and as we pass them they whine to us and cry like babies that are hungry. "Then we, too, leave our dogs and go on alone across the snow. The man and the woman are nearly gone, and they moan and groan and sob, but they go on. I, too, go on. I have but one thought. It is to come up to the stranger-man. Then it is that I shall rest, and not until then shall I rest, and it seems that I must lie down and sleep for a thousand years, I am so tired. "The stranger-man is fifty yards away, all alone in the white snow. He falls and crawls, staggers, and falls and crawls again. D DEAD DOGS IT IS LIKE IN A DREAM WHEN YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE AND RUN AWAY VERY FAST FOR YOUR LIFE AND GO VERY SLOW THE MAN WHO IS WITH ME IS MAD THE WOMAN IS MAD I AM MAD ALL THE WORLD IS MAD AND I WANT TO LAUGH IT IS SO VERY FUNNY THE STRANGER MAN WHO IS BEFORE US LEAVES HIS DOGS BEHIND AND GOES ON ALONE ACROSS THE SNOW AFTER A LONG TIME WE COME TO THE DOGS THEY LIE HELPLESS IN THE SNOW THEIR HARNESS OF BLANKET AND CANVAS ON THEM THE SLED BEHIND THEM AND AS WE PASS THEM THEY WHINE TO US AND CRY LIKE BABIES THAT ARE HUNGRY THEN WE TOO LEAVE OUR DOGS AND GO ON ALONE ACROSS THE SNOW THE MAN AND WOMAN ARE NEARLY GONE AND THEY MOAN AND GROAN AND SOB BUT THEY GO ON I TOO GO ON I HAVE BUT ONE THOUGHT IT IS TO COME UP TO THE STRANGER MAN THEN IT IS THAT I SHALL REST AND NOT UNTIL THEN SHALL I REST AND IT SEEMS THAT I MUST LIE DOWN AND SLEEP FOR A THOUSAND YEARS I AM SO TIRED THE STRANGER MAN IS FIFTY YARDS AWAY ALL ALONE IN THE WHITE SNOW HE FALLS AND CRAWLS STAGGERS AND FALLS AND CRAWLS AGAIN
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