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He was very weary and often wished to rest  to lie down and sleep; but he was continually driven on  not so much by his desire to gain the land of little sticks as by his hunger. HE WAS VERY WEARY AND OFTEN WISHED TO REST TO LIE DOWN AND SLEEP BUT HE WAS CONTINUALLY DRIVEN ON NOT SO MUCH BY HIS DESIRE TO GAIN THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS AS BY HIS HUNGER
k. As the day wore along he came into valleys or swales where game was more plentiful. A band of caribou passed by, twenty and odd animals, tantalizingly within rifle range. He felt a wild desire to run after them, a certitude that he could run them down. A black fox came toward him, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth. The man shouted. It was a fearful cry, but the fox, leaping away in fright, did not drop the ptarmigan. Late in the afternoon he followed a stream, milky with lime, which ran through sparse patches of rush-grass. Grasping these rushes firmly near the root, he pulled up what resembled a young onion-sprout no larger than a shingle-nail. It was tender, and his teeth sank into it with a crunch that promised deliciously of food. But its fibers were tough. It was composed of stringy filaments saturated with water, like the berries, and devoid of nourishment. He threw off his pack and went into the rush-grass on hands and knees, crunching and munching, like some bovine creature. E RETURNED AND SHOULDERED HIS PACK AS THE DAY WORE ALONG HE CAME INTO VALLEYS OR SWALES WHERE GAME WAS MORE PLENTIFUL A BAND OF CARIBOO PASSED BY TWENTY AND ODD ANIMALS TANTALIZINGLY WITHIN RIFLE RANGE HE FELT A WILD DESIRE TO RUN AFTER THEM A CERTITUDE THAT HE COULD RUN THEM DOWN A BLACK FOX CAME TOWARD HIM CARRYING A PTARMIGAN IN HIS MOUTH THE MAN SHOUTED IT WAS A FEARFUL CRY BUT THE FOX LEAPING AWAY IN FRIGHT DID NOT DROP THE PTARMIGAN LATER IN THE DAY HE FOLLOWED A STREAM MILKY WITH LIME WHICH RAN THROUGH SPARSE PATCHES OF RUSH GRASS GRASPING THESE RUSHES FIRMLY NEAR THE ROOT HE PULLED UP WHAT RESEMBLED A YOUNG ONION SPROUT NO LARGER THAN A SHINGLE NAIL IT WAS TENDER AND HIS TEETH SANK INTO IT WITH A CRUNCH THAT PROMISED DELICIOUSLY OF FOOD BUT ITS FIBRES WERE TOUGH IT WAS COMPOSED OF STRINGY FILAMENTS SATURATED WITH WATER LIKE THE BERRIES AND DEVOID OF NOURISHMENT HE THREW OFF HIS PACK AND WENT INTO THE RUSH GRASS ON HANDS AND KNEES CRUNCHING AND MUNCHING LIKE SOME BOVINE CREATURE
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