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Very slowly, because of his exceeding weakness and stiffness, he rolled over on his other side. He could see nothing near at hand, but he waited patiently. Again came the snuffle and cough, and outlined between two jagged rocks not a score of feet away he made out the gray head of a wolf. The sharp ears were not pricked so sharply as he had seen them on other wolves; the eyes were bleared and bloodshot, the head seemed to droop limply and forlornly. VERY SLOWLY BECAUSE OF HIS EXCEEDING WEAKNESS AND STIFFNESS HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS OTHER SIDE HE COULD SEE NOTHING NEAR AT HAND BUT HE WAITED PATIENTLY AGAIN CAME THE SNUFFLE AND COUGH AND OUTLINE BETWEEN TWO JAGGED ROCKS NOT A SCORE FEET AWAY HE MADE OUT THE GRAY HEAD OF A WOLF THE SHARP EARS WERE NOT PRICKED SO SHARPLY AS HE HAD SEEN THEM ON OTHER WOLVES THE EYES WERE BLEARED AND BLOODSHOT THE HEAD SEEMED TO DROOP LIMPLY AND FORLORNLY
elf. By a painful effort he rolled over on his side. Below him flowed a wide and sluggish river. Its unfamiliarity puzzled him. Slowly he followed it with his eyes, winding in wide sweeps among the bleak, bare hills, bleaker and barer and lower-lying than any hills he had yet encountered. Slowly, deliberately, without excitement or more than the most casual interest, he followed the course of the strange stream toward the sky-line and saw it emptying into a bright and shining sea. He was still unexcited. Most unusual, he thought, a vision or a mirage--more likely a vision, a trick of his disordered mind. He was confirmed in this by sight of a ship lying at anchor in the midst of the shining sea. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them. Strange how the vision persisted! Yet not strange. He knew there were no seas or ships in the heart of the barren lands, just as he had known there was no cartridge in the empty rifle. He heard a snuffle behind him--a half-choking gasp or cough.  COULD MANAGE TO LOCATE HIMSELF BY A PAINFUL EFFORT HE ROLLED OVER ON HIS SIDE BELOW HIM FLOWED A WIDE AND SLUGGISH RIVER ITS UNFAMILIARITY PUZZLED HIM SLOWLY HE FOLLOWED IT WITH HIS EYES WINDING IN WIDE SWEEPS AMONG THE BLEAK BARE HILLS BLEAKER AND BARER AND LOWER LINE THAN ANY HILLS HE HAD YET ENCOUNTERED SLOWLY DELIBERATELY WITHOUT EXCITEMENT OR MORE THAN THE MOST CASUAL INTEREST HE FOLLOWED THE COURSE OF THE STRANGE STREAM TOWARD THE SKY LINE AND SAW IT EMPTYING INTO A BRIGHT AND SHINING SEA HE WAS STILL UNEXCITED MOST UNUSUAL HE THOUGHT A VISION OR A MIRAGE MOST LIKELY A VISION A TRICK OF HIS DISORDERED MIND HE WAS CONFIRMED IN THIS BY SIGHT OF A SHIP LYING AT ANCHOR IN THE MIDST OF THE SHINING SEA HE CLOSED HIS EYES FOR A WHILE THEN OPENED THEM STRANGE HOW THE VISION PERSISTED YET NOT STRANGE HE KNEW THERE WERE NO SEAS OR SHIPS IN THE HEART OF THE BARREN LANDS JUST AS HE HAD KNOWN THERE WAS NO CARTRIDGE IN THE EMPTY RIFLE HE HEARD A SNUFFLE BEHIND HIM A HALF CHOKING GASP OR COUGH
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