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His knees had become raw meat like his feet, and though he padded them with the shirt from his back it was a red track he left behind him on the moss and stones. HIS KNEES HAD BECOME RAW MEAT LIKE HIS FEET AND THOUGH HE PATTED THEM WITH A SHIRT FROM HIS BACK IT WAS A RED TRACK HE LEFT BEHIND HIM ON THE MOSS AND STONES
 staggered on. He came to a pool of water. Stooping over in quest of minnows, he jerked his head back as though he had been stung. He had caught sight of his reflected face. So horrible was it that sensibility awoke long enough to be shocked. There were three minnows in the pool, which was too large to drain; and after several ineffectual attempts to catch them in the tin bucket he forbore. He was afraid, because of his great weakness, that he might fall in and drown. It was for this reason that he did not trust himself to the river astride one of the many drift-logs which lined its sand-spits. That day he decreased the distance between him and the ship by three miles; the next day by two--for he was crawling now as Bill had crawled; and the end of the fifth day found the ship still seven miles away and him unable to make even a mile a day. Still the Indian Summer held on, and he continued to crawl and faint, turn and turn about; and ever the sick wolf coughed and wheezed at his heels. AROUND HE MUSED AS HE STAGGERED ON HE CAME TO A POOL OF WATER STOOPING OVER IN QUEST OF MINNOWS HE JERKED HIS HEAD BACK AS THOUGH HE HAD BEEN STUNG HE HAD CAUGHT SIGHT OF HIS REFLECTED FACE SO HORRIBLE WAS IT THAT SENSIBILITY AWOKE LONG ENOUGH TO BE SHOCKED THERE WERE THREE MINNOWS IN THE POOL WHICH WAS TOO LARGE TO DRAIN AND AFTER SEVERAL INEFFECTUAL ATTEMPTS TO CATCH THEM IN THE TIN BUCKET HE FORBORE HE WAS AFRAID BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT WEAKNESS THAT HE MIGHT FALL IN AND DROWN IT WAS FOR THIS REASON THAT HE DID NOT TRUST HIMSELF TO THE RIVER ASTRIDE ONE OF THE MANY DRIFT LOGS WHICH LINED ITS SAND SPITS THAT DAY HE DECREASED THE DISTANCE BETWEEN HIM AND THE SHIP BY THREE MILES THE NEXT DAY BY TWO FOR HE WAS CRAWLING NOW AS BILL HAD CRAWLED AND THE END OF THE FIFTH DAY FOUND THE SHIP STILL SEVEN MILES AWAY AND HIM UNABLE TO MAKE EVEN A MILE A DAY STILL THE INDIAN SUMMER HELD ON AND HE CONTINUED TO CRAWL AND FAINT TURN AND TURN ABOUT AND EVER THE SICK WOLF COUGHED AND WHEEZED AT HIS HEELS
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