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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. 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
eam which flowed through a wide and shallow valley. He did not see this stream nor this valley. He saw nothing save visions. Soul and body walked or crawled side by side, yet apart, so slender was the thread that bound them. He awoke in his right mind, lying on his back on a rocky ledge. The sun was shining bright and warm. Afar off he heard the squawking of caribou calves. He was aware of vague memories of rain and wind and snow, but whether he had been beaten by the storm for two days or two weeks he did not know. For some time he lay without movement, the genial sunshine pouring upon him and saturating his miserable body with its warmth. A fine day, he thought. Perhaps he 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-lying than any hills he had yet encountered. ALLY FOLLOWED A LARGE STREAM WHICH FLOWED THROUGH A WIDE AND SHALLOW VALLEY HE DID NOT SEE THIS STREAM NOR THIS VALLEY HE SAW NOTHING SAVE VISIONS SOUL AND BODY WALKED OR CRAWLED SIDE BY SIDE YET APART SO SLENDER WAS THE THREAD THAT BOUND THEM HE AWOKE IN HIS RIGHT MIND LYING ON HIS BACK ON A ROCKY LEDGE THE SUN WAS SHINING BRIGHT AND WARM AFAR OFF HE HEARD THE SQUAWKING OF CARIBOO CALVES HE WAS AWARE OF VAGUE MEMORIES OF RAIN AND WIND AND SNOW BUT WHETHER HE HAD BEEN BEATEN BY THE STORM FOR TWO DAYS OR TWO WEEKS HE DID NOT KNOW FOR SOME TIME HE LAY WITHOUT MOVEMENT THE GENIAL SUNSHINE POURING UPON HIM AND SATURATING HIS MISERABLE BODY WITH ITS WARMTH A FINE DAY HE THOUGHT PERHAPS HE 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
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