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He plodded on for half an hour, when the hallucination arose again. Again he fought it, and still it persisted, till for very relief he opened his rifle to unconvince himself. HE PLODDED ON FOR HALF AN HOUR WHEN THE HALLUCINATION AROSE AGAIN AGAIN HE FOUGHT IT AND STILL IT PERSISTED TILL FOR VERY RELIEF HE OPENED HIS RIFLE TO UNCONVINCE HIMSELF
ong while; then he rolled over on his side, wound his watch, and lay there until morning. Another day of fog. Half of his last blanket had gone into foot-wrappings. He failed to pick up Bill's trail. It did not matter. His hunger was driving him too compellingly--only--only he wondered if Bill, too, were lost. By midday the irk of his pack became too oppressive. Again he divided the gold, this time merely spilling half of it on the ground. In the afternoon he threw the rest of it away, there remaining to him only the half-blanket, the tin bucket, and the rifle. An hallucination began to trouble him. He felt confident that one cartridge remained to him. It was in the chamber of the rifle and he had overlooked it. On the other hand, he knew all the time that the chamber was empty. But the hallucination persisted. He fought it off for hours, then threw his rifle open and was confronted with emptiness. The disappointment was as bitter as though he had really expected to find the cartridge. S BACK HE DID NOT MOVE FOR A LONG WHILE THEN HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS SIDE WOUND HIS WATCH AND LAY THERE TILL MORNING ANOTHER DAY OF FOG HALF OF HIS LAST BLANKET HAD GONE INTO FOOT WRAPPINGS HE FAILED TO PICK UP BILL'S TRAIL IT DID NOT MATTER HIS HUNGER WAS DRIVING HIM TOO COMPELLINGLY ONLY ONLY HE WONDERED IF BILL TOO WERE LOST BY MIDDAY THE IRK OF HIS PACK BECAME TOO OPPRESSIVE AGAIN HE DIVIDED THE GOLD THIS TIME MERELY SPILLING HALF OF IT ON THE GROUND IN THE AFTERNOON HE THREW THE REST OF IT AWAY THERE REMAINING TO HIM ONLY THE HALF BLANKET THE TIN BUCKET AND THE RIFLE AN HALLUCINATION BEGAN TO TROUBLE HIM HE FELT CONFIDENT THAT ONE CARTRIDGE REMAINED TO HIM IT WAS IN THE CHAMBER OF THE RIFLE AND HE HAD OVERLOOKED IT ON THE OTHER HAND HE KNEW ALL THE TIME THAT THE CHAMBER WAS EMPTY BUT THE HALLUCINATION PERSISTED HE FOUGHT IT OFF FOR HOURS THEN THREW HIS RIFLE OPEN AND WAS CONFRONTED WITH EMPTINESS THE DISAPPOINTMENT WAS AS BITTER AS THOUGH HE HAD REALLY EXPECTED TO FIND THE CARTRIDGE
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