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The frost dust is like the dust of diamonds, and all the air is filled with it. Now the woman coughs, and lies still in the snow until the fit has passed, when she crawls on again. Now the man looks ahead, and he is blear eyed as with old age and must rub his eyes so that he can see the stranger man. And now the stranger man looks back over his shoulder. THE FROST DUST IS LIKE THE DUST OF DIAMONDS AND ALL THE AIR IS FILLED WITH IT NOW THE WOMAN COUGHS AND LIES STILL IN THE SNOW UNTIL THE FIT IS PAST WHEN SHE CRAWLS ON AGAIN NOW THE MAN LOOKS AHEAD AND HE IS BLEARY EYED AS WITH OLD AGE AND MUST RUB HIS EYES SO THAT HE CAN SEE THE STRANGER MAN AND NOW THE STRANGER MAN LOOKS BACK OVER HIS SHOULDER
dogs and go on alone across the snow. The man and the woman are nearly gone, and they moan and groan and sob, but they go on. I, too, go on. I have but one thought. It is to come up to the stranger-man. Then it is that I shall rest, and not until then shall I rest, and it seems that I must lie down and sleep for a thousand years, I am so tired. "The stranger-man is fifty yards away, all alone in the white snow. He falls and crawls, staggers, and falls and crawls again. He is like an animal that is sore wounded and trying to run from the hunter. By and by he crawls on hands and knees. He no longer stands up. And the man and woman no longer stand up. They, too, crawl after him on hands and knees. But I stand up. Sometimes I fall, but always do I stand up again. "It is a strange thing to see. All about is the snow and the silence, and through it crawl the man and the woman, and the stranger-man who goes before. On either side the sun are sun-dogs, so that there are three suns in the sky.  S THAT ARE HUNGRY THEN WE TOO LEAVE OUR DOGS AND GO ON ALONE ACROSS THE SNOW THE MAN AND WOMAN ARE NEARLY GONE AND THEY MOAN AND GROAN AND SOB BUT THEY GO ON I TOO GO ON I HAVE BUT ONE THOUGHT IT IS TO COME UP TO THE STRANGER MAN THEN IT IS THAT I SHALL REST AND NOT UNTIL THEN SHALL I REST AND IT SEEMS THAT I MUST LIE DOWN AND SLEEP FOR A THOUSAND YEARS I AM SO TIRED THE STRANGER MAN IS FIFTY YARDS AWAY ALL ALONE IN THE WHITE SNOW HE FALLS AND CRAWLS STAGGERS AND FALLS AND CRAWLS AGAIN HE IS LIKE AN ANIMAL THAT IS SORE WOUNDED AND TRYING TO RUN FROM THE HUNTER BY AND BY HE CRAWLS ON HANDS AND KNEES HE NO LONGER STANDS UP AND THE MAN AND WOMAN NO LONGER STAND UP THEY TOO CRAWL AFTER HIM ON HANDS AND KNEES BUT I STAND UP SOMETIMES I FALL BUT ALWAYS DO I STAND UP AGAIN IT IS A STRANGE THING TO SEE ALL ABOUT IS THE SNOW AND THE SILENCE AND THROUGH IT CRAWL THE MAN AND THE WOMAN AND THE STRANGER MAN WHO GOES BEFORE ON EITHER SIDE THE SUN ARE SUN DOGS SO THAT THERE ARE THREE SUNS IN THE SKY 
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