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He came upon a valley where rock ptarmigan rose on whirring wings from the ledges and muskegs. Ker  ker  ker was the cry they made. He threw stones at them, but could not hit them. HE CAME UPON A VALLEY WHERE ROCK PTARMIGAN ROSE ON WHIRRING WINGS FROM THE LEDGES AND MUSKEGS KER KAUR KER WAS THE CRY THEY MADE HE THREW STONES AT THEM BUT COULD NOT HIT THEM
ating, over a squat moose-hide sack. It was not large. He could hide it under his two hands. He knew that it weighed fifteen pounds,--as much as all the rest of the pack,--and it worried him. He finally set it to one side and proceeded to roll the pack. He paused to gaze at the squat moose-hide sack. He picked it up hastily with a defiant glance about him, as though the desolation were trying to rob him of it; and when he rose to his feet to stagger on into the day, it was included in the pack on his back. He bore away to the left, stopping now and again to eat muskeg berries. His ankle had stiffened, his limp was more pronounced, but the pain of it was as nothing compared with the pain of his stomach. The hunger pangs were sharp. They gnawed and gnawed until he could not keep his mind steady on the course he must pursue to gain the land of little sticks. The muskeg berries did not allay this gnawing, while they made his tongue and the roof of his mouth sore with their irritating bite. THEM BUT HE DID LINGER DEBATING OVER A SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK IT WAS NOT LARGE HE COULD HIDE IT UNDER HIS TWO HANDS HE KNEW THAT IT WEIGHED FIFTEEN POUNDS AS MUCH AS ALL THE REST OF THE PACK AND IT WORRIED HIM HE FINALLY SET IT TO ONE SIDE AND PROCEEDED TO ROLL THE PACK HE PAUSED TO GAZE AT THE SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK HE PICKED IT UP HASTILY WITH A DEFIANT GLANCE ABOUT HIM AS THOUGH THE DESOLATION WERE TRYING TO ROB HIM OF IT AND WHEN HE ROSE TO HIS FEET TO STAGGER ON INTO THE DAY IT WAS INCLUDED IN THE PACK ON HIS BACK HE BORE AWAY TO THE LEFT STOPPING NOW AND AGAIN TO EAT MUSKEG BERRIES HIS ANKLE HAD STIFFENED HIS LIMP WAS MORE PRONOUNCED BUT THE PAIN OF IT WAS AS NOTHING COMPARED WITH THE PAIN OF HIS STOMACH THE HUNGER PAINS WERE SHARP THEY GNAWED AND GNAWED UNTIL HE COULD NOT KEEP HIS MIND STEADY ON THE COURSE HE MUST PURSUE TO GAIN THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS THE MUSK BERRIES DID NOT ALLAY THIS GNAWING WHILE THEY MADE HIS TONGUE AND THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH SOAR WITH THEIR IRRITATING BITE
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