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He found a weed that tasted sour and he ate all he could find of it, which was not much, for it was a creeping growth, easily hidden under the several inches of snow. HE FOUND A WEED THAT TASTED SOUR AND HE ATE ALL HE COULD FIND OF IT WHICH WAS NOT MUCH FOR IT WAS A CREEPING GROWTH EASILY HIDDEN UNDER THE SEVERAL INCHES OF SNOW
y of earth and sky had become deeper, more profound. A raw wind was blowing, and the first flurries of snow were whitening the hilltops. The air about him thickened and grew white while he made a fire and boiled more water. It was wet snow, half rain, and the flakes were large and soggy. At first they melted as soon as they came in contact with the earth, but ever more fell, covering the ground, putting out the fire, spoiling his supply of moss-fuel. This was a signal for him to strap on his pack and stumble onward, he knew not where. He was not concerned with the land of little sticks, nor with Bill and the cache under the upturned canoe by the river Dease. He was mastered by the verb "to eat." He was hunger-mad. He took no heed of the course he pursued, so long as that course led him through the swale bottoms. He felt his way through the wet snow to the watery muskeg berries, and went by feel as he pulled up the rush-grass by the roots. But it was tasteless stuff and did not satisfy. D SICK THERE WAS NO SUN THE GRAY OF EARTH AND SKY HAD BECOME DEEPER MORE PROFOUND A RAW WIND WAS BLOWING AND THE FIRST FLURRIES OF SNOW WERE WHITENING THE HILLTOPS THE AIR ABOUT HIM THICKENED AND GREW WHITE WHILE HE MADE A FIRE AND BOILED MORE WATER IT WAS WET SNOW HALF RAIN AND THE FLAKES WERE LARGE AND SOGGY AT FIRST THEY MELTED AS SOON AS THEY CAME IN CONTACT WITH THE EARTH BUT EVERMORE FELL COVERING THE GROUND PUTTING OUT THE FIRE SPOILING A SUPPLY OF MOSS FUEL THIS WAS A SIGNAL FOR HIM TO STRAP ON HIS PACK AND STUMBLE ONWARD HE KNEW NOT WHERE HE WAS NOT CONCERNED WITH THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS NOR WITH BILL AND THE CASH UNDER THE UPTURNED CANOE BY THE RIVER DESE HE WAS MASTERED BY THE VERB TO EAT HE WAS HUNGER MAD HE TOOK NO HEED OF THE COURSE HE PURSUED SO LONG AS THAT COURSE LED HIM THROUGH THE SWALE BOTTOMS HE FELT HIS WAY THROUGH THE WET SNOW TO THE WATERY MUSKEG BERRIES AND WENT BY FEEL AS HE PULLED UP THE RUSH GRASS BY THE ROOTS BUT IT WAS TASTELESS STUFF AND DID NOT SATISFY
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