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The sun rose brightly, and all morning the man tottered and fell toward the ship on the shining sea. THE SUN ROSE BRIGHTLY AND ALL MORNING THE MAN TOTTERED AND FELL TOWARD THE SHIP ON THE SHINING SEA
of hot water the man found he was able to stand, and even to walk as well as a dying man might be supposed to walk. Every minute or so he was compelled to rest. His steps were feeble and uncertain, just as the wolf's that trailed him were feeble and uncertain; and that night, when the shining sea was blotted out by blackness, he knew he was nearer to it by no more than four miles. Throughout the night he heard the cough of the sick wolf, and now and then the squawking of the caribou calves. There was life all around him, but it was strong life, very much alive and well, and he knew the sick wolf clung to the sick man's trail in the hope that the man would die first. In the morning, on opening his eyes, he beheld it regarding him with a wistful and hungry stare. It stood crouched, with tail between its legs, like a miserable and woe-begone dog. It shivered in the chill morning wind, and grinned dispiritedly when the man spoke to it in a voice that achieved no more than a hoarse whisper. ER HE HAD DRUNK A QUART OF HOT WATER THE MAN FOUND HE WAS ABLE TO STAND AND EVEN TO WALK AS WELL AS A DYING MAN MIGHT BE SUPPOSED TO WALK EVERY MINUTE OR SO HE WAS COMPELLED TO REST HIS STEPS WERE FEEBLE AND UNCERTAIN JUST AS THE WOLFS THAT TRAILED HIM WERE FEEBLE AND UNCERTAIN AND THAT NIGHT WHEN THE SHINING SEA WAS BLOTTED OUT BY BLACKNESS HE KNEW HE WAS NEARER TO IT BY NO MORE THAN FOUR MILES THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT HE HEARD THE COUGH OF THE SICK WOLF AND NOW AND THEN THE SQUAWKING OF THE CARIBOO CALVES THERE WAS LIFE ALL AROUND HIM BUT IT WAS STRONG LIFE VERY MUCH ALIVE AND WELL AND HE KNEW THE SICK WOLF CLUNG TO THE SICK MAN'S TRAIL IN THE HOPE THAT THE MAN WOULD DIE FIRST IN THE MORNING ON OPENING HIS EYES HE BEHELD IT REGARDING HIM WITH A WISTFUL AND HUNGRY STARE IT STOOD CROUCHED WITH TAIL BETWEEN ITS LEGS LIKE A MISERABLE AND WOEBEGONE DOG IT SHIVERED IN THE CHILL MORNING WIND AND GRINNED DISPIRITEDLY WHEN THE MAN SPOKE TO IT IN A VOICE THAT ACHIEVED NO MORE THAN A HOARSE WHISPER
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