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He closed his eyes for a long while and thought, and then it came to him. He had been making north by east, away from the Dease Divide and into the Coppermine Valley. This wide and sluggish river was the Coppermine. That shining sea was the Arctic Ocean. HE CLOSED HIS EYES FOR A LONG WHILE IN THOUGHT AND THEN IT CAME TO HIM HE HAD BEEN MAKING NORTH BY EAST AWAY FROM THE EAST DIVIDE AND INTO THE COPPER MINE VALLEY THIS WIDE AND SLUGGISH RIVER WAS THE COPPER MINE THAT SHINING SEA WAS THE ARCTIC OCEAN
or ships in the heart of the barren lands, just as he had known there was no cartridge in the empty rifle. He heard a snuffle behind him--a half-choking gasp or cough. Very slowly, because of his exceeding weakness and stiffness, he rolled over on his other side. He could see nothing near at hand, but he waited patiently. Again came the snuffle and cough, and outlined between two jagged rocks not a score of feet away he made out the gray head of a wolf. The sharp ears were not pricked so sharply as he had seen them on other wolves; the eyes were bleared and bloodshot, the head seemed to droop limply and forlornly. The animal blinked continually in the sunshine. It seemed sick. As he looked it snuffled and coughed again. This, at least, was real, he thought, and turned on the other side so that he might see the reality of the world which had been veiled from him before by the vision. But the sea still shone in the distance and the ship was plainly discernible. Was it reality, after all? E HE KNEW THERE WERE NO SEAS OR SHIPS IN THE HEART OF THE BARREN LANDS JUST AS HE HAD KNOWN THERE WAS NO CARTRIDGE IN THE EMPTY RIFLE HE HEARD A SNUFFLE BEHIND HIM A HALF CHOKING GASP OR COUGH VERY SLOWLY BECAUSE OF HIS EXCEEDING WEAKNESS AND STIFFNESS HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS OTHER SIDE HE COULD SEE NOTHING NEAR AT HAND BUT HE WAITED PATIENTLY AGAIN CAME THE SNUFFLE AND COUGH AND OUTLINE BETWEEN TWO JAGGED ROCKS NOT A SCORE FEET AWAY HE MADE OUT THE GRAY HEAD OF A WOLF THE SHARP EARS WERE NOT PRICKED SO SHARPLY AS HE HAD SEEN THEM ON OTHER WOLVES THE EYES WERE BLEARED AND BLOODSHOT THE HEAD SEEMED TO DROOP LIMPLY AND FORLORNLY THE ANIMAL BLINKED CONTINUALLY IN THE SUNSHINE IT SEEMED SICK AS HE LOOKED IT SNUFFLED AND COUGHED AGAIN THIS AT LEAST WAS REAL HE THOUGHT AND TURNED ON THE OTHER SIDE SO THAT HE MIGHT SEE THE REALITY OF THE WORLD WHICH HAD BEEN VEILED FROM HIM BEFORE BY THE VISION BUT THE SEA STILL SHONE IN THE DISTANCE AND THE SHIP WAS PLAINLY DISCERNIBLE WAS IT REALITY AFTER ALL
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