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Late in the afternoon he followed a stream, milky with lime, which ran through sparse patches of rush grass. Grasping these rushes firmly near the root, he pulled up what resembled a young onion sprout no larger than a shingle nail. It was tender, and his teeth sank into it with a crunch that promised deliciously of food. But its fibers were tough. It was composed of stringy filaments saturated with water, like the berries, and devoid of nourishment. LATER IN THE DAY HE FOLLOWED A STREAM MILKY WITH LIME WHICH RAN THROUGH SPARSE PATCHES OF RUSH GRASS GRASPING THESE RUSHES FIRMLY NEAR THE ROOT HE PULLED UP WHAT RESEMBLED A YOUNG ONION SPROUT NO LARGER THAN A SHINGLE NAIL IT WAS TENDER AND HIS TEETH SANK INTO IT WITH A CRUNCH THAT PROMISED DELICIOUSLY OF FOOD BUT ITS FIBRES WERE TOUGH IT WAS COMPOSED OF STRINGY FILAMENTS SATURATED WITH WATER LIKE THE BERRIES AND DEVOID OF NOURISHMENT
 was not aware of it, so great was his fever for food. And always the ptarmigan rose, whirring, before him, till their ker--ker--ker became a mock to him, and he cursed them and cried aloud at them with their own cry. Once he crawled upon one that must have been asleep. He did not see it till it shot up in his face from its rocky nook. He made a clutch as startled as was the rise of the ptarmigan, and there remained in his hand three tail-feathers. As he watched its flight he hated it, as though it had done him some terrible wrong. Then he returned and shouldered his pack. As the day wore along he came into valleys or swales where game was more plentiful. A band of caribou passed by, twenty and odd animals, tantalizingly within rifle range. He felt a wild desire to run after them, a certitude that he could run them down. A black fox came toward him, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth. The man shouted. It was a fearful cry, but the fox, leaping away in fright, did not drop the ptarmigan.  AND CHILLING HIS BODY BUT HE WAS NOT AWARE OF IT SO GREAT WAS HIS FEVER FOR FOOD AND ALWAYS THE PTARMIGAN ROSE WORRYING BEFORE HIM TILL THEIR CUR CUR CUR BECAME A MOCK TO HIM AND HE CURSED THEM AND CRIED ALOUD AT THEM WITH THEIR OWN CRY ONCE HE CRAWLED UPON ONE THAT MUST HAVE BEEN ASLEEP HE DID NOT SEE IT TILL IT SHOT UP IN HIS FACE FROM ITS ROCKY NOOK HE MADE A CLUTCH AS STARTLED AS WAS THE RISE OF THE PTARMIGAN AND THERE REMAINED IN HIS HAND THREE TAIL FEATHERS AS HE WATCHED ITS FLIGHT HE HATED IT AS THOUGH IT HAD DONE HIM SOME TERRIBLE WRONG THEN HE RETURNED AND SHOULDERED HIS PACK AS THE DAY WORE ALONG HE CAME INTO VALLEYS OR SWALES WHERE GAME WAS MORE PLENTIFUL A BAND OF CARIBOO PASSED BY TWENTY AND ODD ANIMALS TANTALIZINGLY WITHIN RIFLE RANGE HE FELT A WILD DESIRE TO RUN AFTER THEM A CERTITUDE THAT HE COULD RUN THEM DOWN A BLACK FOX CAME TOWARD HIM CARRYING A PTARMIGAN IN HIS MOUTH THE MAN SHOUTED IT WAS A FEARFUL CRY BUT THE FOX LEAPING AWAY IN FRIGHT DID NOT DROP THE PTARMIGAN
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