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We come to where we can see a long way over the snow, and that for which they look is before them. WE COME TO WHERE WE CAN SEE A LONG WAY OVER THE SNOW AND THAT FOR WHICH THEY LOOK IS BEFORE THEM
 new harness out of his blankets. The man and woman stare hard at what is to be seen, and as I look at them my back feels the chill as of a cold wind against the skin. Their eyes are toil-mad and hunger-mad, and burn like fire deep in their heads. Their faces are like the faces of people who have died of hunger, and their cheeks are black with the dead flesh of many freezings. 'Let us go on,' says the man. But the woman coughs and falls in the snow. It is the dry cough where the frost has bitten the lungs. For a long time she coughs, then like a woman crawling out of her grave she crawls to her feet. The tears are ice upon her cheeks, and her breath makes a noise as it comes and goes, and she says, 'Let us go on.' "We go on. And we walk in dreams through the silence. And every time we walk is a dream and we are without pain; and every time we fall down is an awakening, and we see the snow and the mountains and the fresh trail of the man who is before us, and we know all our pain again. HEIR HARNESS AND HE HAS MADE NEW HARNESS OUT OF HIS BLANKETS THE MAN AND WOMAN STARE HARD AT WHAT IS TO BE SEEN AND AS I LOOK AT THEM MY BACK FEELS THE CHILL AS OF A COLD WIND AGAINST THE SKIN THEIR EYES ARE TOIL MAD AND HUNGER MAD AND BURN LIKE FIRE DEEP IN THEIR HEADS THEIR FACES ARE LIKE THE FACES OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED OF HUNGER AND THEIR CHEEKS ARE BLACK WITH THE DEAD FLESH OF MANY FREEZINGS LET US GO ON SAYS THE MAN BUT THE WOMAN COUGHS AND FALLS IN THE SNOW IT IS THE DRY COUGH WHERE THE FROST HAS BITTEN THE LUNGS FOR A LONG TIME SHE COUGHS THEN LIKE A WOMAN CRAWLING OUT OF HER GRAVE SHE CRAWLS TO HER FEET THE TEARS ARE ICE UPON HER CHEEKS AND HER BREATH MAKES A NOISE AS IT COMES AND GOES AND SHE SAYS LET US GO ON WE GO ON AND WE WALK IN DREAMS THROUGH THE SILENCE AND EVERY TIME WE WALK IS A DREAM AND WE ARE WITHOUT PAIN AND EVERY TIME WE FALL DOWN IS AN AWAKENING AND WE SEE THE SNOW AND THE MOUNTAINS AND THE FRESH TRAIL OF THE MAN WHO IS BEFORE US AND WE KNOW ALL OUR PAIN AGAIN
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