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But he knew only that he was hungry, and through his restless sleep he dreamed of feasts and banquets and of food served and spread in all imaginable ways. BUT HE KNEW ONLY THAT HE WAS HUNGRY AND THROUGH HIS RESTLESS SLEEP HE DREAMED OF FEASTS AND BANQUETS AND OF FOOD SERVED AND SPREAD IN ALL IMAGINABLE WAYS
ving to be cool, though his heart was pounding against his chest and his hands were trembling. At the end of half an hour the pool was nearly dry. Not a cupful of water remained. And there was no fish. He found a hidden crevice among the stones through which it had escaped to the adjoining and larger pool--a pool which he could not empty in a night and a day. Had he known of the crevice, he could have closed it with a rock at the beginning and the fish would have been his. Thus he thought, and crumpled up and sank down upon the wet earth. At first he cried softly to himself, then he cried loudly to the pitiless desolation that ringed him around; and for a long time after he was shaken by great dry sobs. He built a fire and warmed himself by drinking quarts of hot water, and made camp on a rocky ledge in the same fashion he had the night before. The last thing he did was to see that his matches were dry and to wind his watch. The blankets were wet and clammy. His ankle pulsed with pain.  MORE CAREFULLY STRIVING TO BE COOL THOUGH HIS HEART WAS POUNDING AGAINST HIS CHEST AND HIS HANDS WERE TREMBLING AT THE END OF HALF AN HOUR THE POOL WAS NEARLY DRY NOT A CUPFUL OF WATER REMAINED AND THERE WAS NO FISH HE FOUND A HIDDEN CREVICE AMONG THE STONES THROUGH WHICH IT HAD ESCAPED TO THE ADJOINING AND LARGER POOL A POOL WHICH HE COULD NOT EMPTY IN A NIGHT AND A DAY HAD KNOWN OF THE CREVICE HE COULD HAVE CLOSED IT WITH A ROCK AT THE BEGINNING AND THE FISH WOULD HAVE BEEN HIS THUS HE THOUGHT AND CRUMPLED UP AND SANK DOWN UPON THE WET EARTH AT FIRST HE CRIED SOFTLY TO HIMSELF THEN HE CRIED LOUDLY TO THE PITILESS DESOLATION THAT RINGED HIM AROUND AND FOR A LONG TIME AFTER HE WAS SHAKEN BY GREAT DRY SOBS HE BUILT A FIRE AND WARMED HIMSELF BY DRINKING QUARTS OF HOT WATER AND MADE A CAMP ON A ROCKY LEDGE IN THE SAME FASHION HE HAD THE NIGHT BEFORE THE LAST THING HE DID WAS TO SEE THAT HIS MATCHES WERE DRY AND TO WIND HIS WATCH THE BLANKETS WERE WET AND CLAMMY HIS ANKLE PULSED WITH PAIN
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