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His movements were slow. He shook as with a palsy. When he started to collect dry moss, he found he could not rise to his feet. He tried again and again, then contented himself with crawling about on hands and knees. Once he crawled near to the sick wolf. The animal dragged itself reluctantly out of his way, licking its chops with a tongue which seemed hardly to have the strength to curl. The man noticed that the tongue was not the customary healthy red. HIS MOVEMENTS WERE SLOW HE SHOOK AS WITH A PALSY WHEN HE STARTED TO COLLECT DRY MOSS HE FOUND HE COULD NOT RISE TO HIS FEET HE TRIED AGAIN AND AGAIN THEN CONTENTED HIMSELF WITH CRAWLING ABOUT ON HANDS AND KNEES ONCE HE CRAWLED NEAR TO THE SICK WOLF THE ANIMAL DRAGGED ITSELF RELUCTANTLY OUT OF HIS WAY LICKING ITS CHOPS WITH A TONGUE WHICH SEEMED HARDLY TO HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CURL THE MAN NOTICED THAT THE TONGUE WAS NOT THE CUSTOMARY HEALTHY RED
d the Hudson Bay Company chart he had seen long ago, and it was all clear and reasonable to him. He sat up and turned his attention to immediate affairs. He had worn through the blanket-wrappings, and his feet were shapeless lumps of raw meat. His last blanket was gone. Rifle and knife were both missing. He had lost his hat somewhere, with the bunch of matches in the band, but the matches against his chest were safe and dry inside the tobacco pouch and oil paper. He looked at his watch. It marked eleven o'clock and was still running. Evidently he had kept it wound. He was calm and collected. Though extremely weak, he had no sensation of pain. He was not hungry. The thought of food was not even pleasant to him, and whatever he did was done by his reason alone. He ripped off his pants' legs to the knees and bound them about his feet. Somehow he had succeeded in retaining the tin bucket. He would have some hot water before he began what he foresaw was to be a terrible journey to the ship. NATION GULF HE REMEMBERED THE HUDSON BAY COMPANY CHART HE HAD SEEN LONG AGO AND IT WAS ALL CLEAR AND REASONABLE TO HIM HE SAT UP AND TURNED HIS ATTENTION TO IMMEDIATE AFFAIRS HE HAD WORN THROUGH THE BLANKET WRAPPINGS AND HIS FEET WERE SHAPELESS LUMPS OF RAW MEAT HIS LAST BLANKET WAS GONE RIFLE AND KNIFE WERE BOTH MISSING HE HAD LOST HIS HAT SOMEWHERE WITH A BUNCH OF MATCHES IN THE BAND BUT THE MATCHES AGAINST HIS CHEST WERE SAFE AND DRY INSIDE THE TOBACCO POUCH AND OIL PAPER HE LOOKED AT HIS WATCH IT MARKED ELEVEN O'CLOCKCK AND WAS STILL RUNNING EVIDENTLY HE HAD KEPT IT WOUND HE WAS CALM AND COLLECTED THOUGH EXTREMELY WEAK HE HAD NO SENSATION OF PAIN HE WAS NOT HUNGRY THE THOUGHT OF FOOD WAS NOT EVEN PLEASANT TO HIM AND WHATEVER HE DID WAS DONE BY HIS REASON ALONE HE RIPPED OFF HIS PANT LEGS TO THE KNEES AND BOUND THEM ABOUT HIS FEET SOMEHOW HE HAD SUCCEEDED IN RETAINING THE TIN BUCKET HE WOULD HAVE SOME HOT WATER BEFORE HE BEGAN WHAT HE FORESAW WAS TO BE A TERRIBLE JOURNEY TO THE SHIP
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