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"Right," he said. "I'll tell you everything. I'm not imaginative, as you know, and my amount of superstition, I should judge, is microscopic." He took a longer breath, then lowered his voice a trifle. RIGHT HE SAID I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING I'M NOT IMAGINATIVE AS YOU KNOW AND MY AMOUNT OF SUPERSTITION I SHOULD JUDGE IS MICROSCOPIC HE TOOK A LONGER BREATH THEN LOWERED HIS VOICE A TRIFLE
 a job getting over the divide, for it was a badly bushed-up place, and where there were no bushes there were boulders and fallen trees, and the going was slow and tiring. But I got across at last and came out upon another stream at the bottom of the new valley. Signs of wapiti were plentiful, though I never came up with a single beast all the afternoon. Blacktail deer were everywhere, but the wapiti remained invisible. Providence, or whatever you like to call that which there is no escaping in our lives, made me save my two cartridges.” Ericssen stopped a minute then. It was not to light his pipe or sip his whisky. Nor was it because the remainder of his story failed in the recollection of any vivid detail. He paused a moment to think. “Tell us the lot,” pleaded Lawson. “Don’t leave out anything.” Ericssen looked up. His friend’s remark had helped him to make up his mind apparently. He had hesitated about something or other, but the hesitation passed. He glanced at both his listeners. ES WITH ME IT WAS THE DEVIL OF A JOB GETTING OVER THE DIVIDE FOR IT WAS A BADLY BUSHED UP PLACE AND WHERE THERE WERE NO BUSHES THERE WERE BOULDERS AND FALLEN TREES AND THE GOING WAS SLOW AND TIRING BUT I GOT ACROSS AT LAST AND CAME OUT UPON ANOTHER STREAM AT THE BOTTOM OF THE NEW VALLEY SIGNS OF WAPPITY WERE PLENTIFUL THOUGH I NEVER CAME UP WITH A SINGLE BEAST ALL THE AFTERNOON BLACKTAIL DEER WERE EVERYWHERE BUT THE WAPPITY REMAINED INVISIBLE PROVIDENCE OR WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL THAT WHICH THERE IS NO ESCAPING IN OUR LIVES MADE ME SAVE MY TWO CARTRIDGES ERISON STOPPED A MINUTE THEN IT WAS NOT TO LIGHT HIS PIPE OR SIP HIS WHISKY NOR WAS IT BECAUSE THE REMAINDER OF HIS STORY FAILED IN THE RECOLLECTION OF ANY VIVID DETAIL HE PAUSED A MOMENT TO THINK TELL US THE LOT PLEADED LAWSON DON'T LEAVE OUT ANYTHING ERICSON LOOKED UP HIS FRIEND'S REMARK HAD HELPED HIM TO MAKE UP HIS MIND APPARENTLY HE HAD HESITATED ABOUT SOMETHING OR OTHER BUT THE HESITATION PASSED HE GLANCED AT BOTH HIS LISTENERS
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