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The sharp rocks cut through his pants' legs till his knees left a trail of blood; but the hurt was lost in the hurt of his hunger. He squirmed over the wet moss, saturating his clothes and chilling his body; but he 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. THE SHARP ROCKS CUT THROUGH HIS PANT LEGS TILL HIS KNEES LEFT A TRAIL OF BLOOD BUT THE HURT WAS LOST IN THE HURT OF HIS HUNGER HE SQUIRMED OVER THE WET MOSS SATURATING HIS CLOTHES 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
aused 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. 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 placed his pack on the ground and stalked them as a cat stalks a sparrow.  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 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 HE PLACED HIS PACK ON THE GROUND AND STALKED THEM AS A CAT STALKS A SPARROW
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