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The man ceased suddenly. How could he have the laugh on Bill if that were Bill; if those bones, so pinky white and clean, were Bill? He turned away. THE MAN SEIZED SUDDENLY HOW COULD HE HAVE THE LAUGH ON BILL IF THAT WERE BILL IF THOSE BONES SO PINKY WHITE AND CLEAN WERE BILL HE TURNED AWAY
he thought in a dull, uninterested way. He had no curiosity. In fact, sensation and emotion had left him. He was no longer susceptible to pain. Stomach and nerves had gone to sleep. Yet the life that was in him drove him on. He was very weary, but it refused to die. It was because it refused to die that he still ate muskeg berries and minnows, drank his hot water, and kept a wary eye on the sick wolf. He followed the trail of the other man who dragged himself along, and soon came to the end of it--a few fresh-picked bones where the soggy moss was marked by the foot-pads of many wolves. He saw a squat moose-hide sack, mate to his own, which had been torn by sharp teeth. He picked it up, though its weight was almost too much for his feeble fingers. Bill had carried it to the last. Ha! ha! He would have the laugh on Bill. He would survive and carry it to the ship in the shining sea. His mirth was hoarse and ghastly, like a raven's croak, and the sick wolf joined him, howling lugubriously.  THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE BILL BUT HE THOUGHT IN A DULL UNINTERESTED WAY HE HAD NO CURIOSITY IN FACT SENSATION AND EMOTION HAD LEFT HIM HE WAS NO LONGER SUSCEPTIBLE TO PAIN STOMACH AND NERVES HAD GONE TO SLEEP YET THE LIFE THAT WAS IN HIM DROVE HIM ON HE WAS VERY WEARY BUT IT REFUSED TO DIE IT WAS BECAUSE IT REFUSED TO DIE THAT HE STILL ATE MUSKEG BERRIES AND MINNOWS DRANK HIS HOT WATER AND KEPT A WARY EYE ON THE SICK WOLF HE FOLLOWED THE TRAIL OF THE OTHER MAN WHO DRAGGED HIMSELF ALONG AND SOON CAME TO THE END OF IT A FEW FRESH PICKED BONES WHERE THE SOGGY MOSS WAS MARKED BY THE FOOTPATHS OF MANY WOLVES HE SAW A SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK MADE TO HIS OWN WHICH HAD BEEN TORN BY SHARP TEETH HE PICKED IT UP THOUGH ITS WEIGHT WAS ALMOST TOO MUCH FOR HIS FEEBLE FINGERS BILL HAD CARRIED IT TO THE LAST HA HA HE WOULD HAVE THE LAUGH ON BILL HE WOULD SURVIVE AND CARRY IT TO THE SHIP IN THE SHINING SEA HIS MIRTH WAS HOARSE AND GHASTLY LIKE A RAVEN'S CROAK AND THE SICK WOLF JOINED HIM HOWLING LUGUBRIOUSLY
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