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But he was not lost. He knew that. Soon he would come to the land of the little sticks. He felt that it lay off to the left somewhere, not far  possibly just over the next low hill. BUT HE WAS NOT LOST HE KNEW THAT SOON HE WOULD COME TO THE LAND OF THE LITTLE STICKS HE FELT THAT IT LAY OFF TO THE LEFT SOMEWHERE NOT FAR POSSIBLY JUST OVER THE NEXT LOW HILL
and frying over a fire. Mechanically he reached for the empty gun, drew a bead, and pulled the trigger. The bull snorted and leaped away, his hoofs rattling and clattering as he fled across the ledges. The man cursed and flung the empty gun from him. He groaned aloud as he started to drag himself to his feet. It was a slow and arduous task. His joints were like rusty hinges. They worked harshly in their sockets, with much friction, and each bending or unbending was accomplished only through a sheer exertion of will. When he finally gained his feet, another minute or so was consumed in straightening up, so that he could stand erect as a man should stand. He crawled up a small knoll and surveyed the prospect. There were no trees, no bushes, nothing but a gray sea of moss scarcely diversified by gray rocks, gray lakelets, and gray streamlets. The sky was gray. There was no sun nor hint of sun. He had no idea of north, and he had forgotten the way he had come to this spot the night before.  A CARIBOO STAKE SIZZLING AND FRYING OVER A FIRE MECHANICALLY HE REACHED FOR THE EMPTY GUN DREW A BEAD AND PULLED THE TRIGGER THE BULL SNORTED AND LEAPED AWAY HIS HOOFS RATTLING AND CLATTERING AS HE FLED ACROSS THE LEDGES THE MAN CURSED AND FLUNG THE EMPTY GUN FROM HIM HE GROANED ALOUD AS HE STARTED TO DRAG HIMSELF TO HIS FEET IT WAS A SLOW AND ARDUOUS TASK HIS JOINTS WERE LIKE RUSTY HINGES THEY WORKED HARSHLY IN THEIR SOCKETS WITH MUCH FRICTION AND EACH BENDING OR UNBENDING WAS ACCOMPLISHED ONLY THROUGH A SHEER EXERTION OF WILL WHEN HE FINALLY GAINED HIS FEET ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO WAS CONSUMED IN STRAIGHTENING UP SO THAT HE COULD STAND ERECT AS A MAN SHOULD STAND HE CRAWLED UP A SMALL KNOLL AND SURVEYED THE PROSPECT THERE WERE NO TREES NO BUSHES NOTHING BUT A GREY SEA OF MOSS SCARCELY DIVERSIFIED BY GREY ROCKS GRAY LAKELETS AND GREY STREAMLETS THE SKY WAS GREY THERE WAS NO SUN NOR HINT OF SUN HE HAD NO IDEA OF NORTH AND HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE WAY HE HAD COME TO THIS SPOT THE NIGHT BEFORE
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