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She bent back and forth like a tree in the wind as she stood there. 'Yes, let us go on,' said the man. SHE BENT BACK AND FORTH LIKE A TREE IN THE WIND AS SHE STOOD THERE YES LET US GO ON SAID THE MAN
me to the Black Rock, which rose five hundred feet above the trail. It was at the end of the day. Darkness was coming, and we could not find the cabin of McKeon. We slept hungry, and in the morning looked for the cabin. It was not there, which was a strange thing, for everybody knew that McKeon lived in a cabin at Black Rock. We were near to the coast, where the wind blows hard and there is much snow. Everywhere there were small hills of snow where the wind had piled it up. I have a thought, and I dig in one and another of the hills of snow. Soon I find the walls of the cabin, and I dig down to the door. I go inside. McKeon is dead. Maybe two or three weeks he is dead. A sickness had come upon him so that he could not leave the cabin. The wind and the snow had covered the cabin. He had eaten his grub and died. I looked for his cache, but there was no grub in it. "'Let us go on,' said the woman. Her eyes were hungry, and her hand was upon her heart, as with the hurt of something inside. ERE WEAK WITH HUNGER THEN WE CAME TO THE BLACK ROCK WHICH ROSE FIVE HUNDRED FEET ABOVE THE TRAIL IT WAS AT THE END OF THE DAY DARKNESS WAS COMING AND WE COULD NOT FIND THE CABIN OF MC KEEN WE SLEPT HUNGRY AND IN THE MORNING LOOKED FOR THE CABIN IT WAS NOT THERE WHICH WAS A STRANGE THING FOR EVERYBODY KNEW THAT MC KEEN LIVED IN A CABIN AT BLACK ROCK WE WERE NEAR TO THE COAST WHERE THE WIND BLOWS HARD AND THERE IS MUCH SNOW EVERYWHERE THERE WERE SMALL HILLS OF SNOW WHERE THE WIND HAD PILED IT UP I HAVE A THOUGHT AND I DIG IN ONE AND ANOTHER OF THE HILLS OF SNOW SOON I FIND THE WALLS OF THE CABIN AND I DIG DOWN TO THE DOOR I GO INSIDE MC KEEN IS DEAD MAYBE TWO OR THREE WEEKS HE IS DEAD A SICKNESS HAD COME UPON HIM SO THAT HE COULD NOT LEAVE THE CABIN THE WIND AND THE SNOW HAD COVERED THE CABIN HE HAD EATEN HIS GRUB AND DIED I LOOKED FOR HIS CASH BUT THERE WAS NO GRUB IN IT LET US GO ON SAID THE WOMAN HER EYES WERE HUNGRY AND HER HAND WAS UPON HER HEART AS WITH THE HURT OF SOMETHING INSIDE
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