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He searched little ponds for frogs and dug up the earth with his nails for worms, though he knew in spite that neither frogs nor worms existed so far north. HE SEARCHED LITTLE PONDS FOR FROGS AND DUG UP THE EARTH WITH HIS NAILS FOR WORMS THOUGH HE KNEW IN SPITE THAT NEITHER FROGS NOR WORMS EXISTED SO FAR NORTH
lt a wild desire to run after them, a certitude that he could run them down. A black fox came toward him, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth. The man shouted. It was a fearful cry, but the fox, leaping away in fright, did not drop the ptarmigan. Late in the afternoon he followed a stream, milky with lime, which ran through sparse patches of rush-grass. Grasping these rushes firmly near the root, he pulled up what resembled a young onion-sprout no larger than a shingle-nail. It was tender, and his teeth sank into it with a crunch that promised deliciously of food. But its fibers were tough. It was composed of stringy filaments saturated with water, like the berries, and devoid of nourishment. He threw off his pack and went into the rush-grass on hands and knees, crunching and munching, like some bovine creature. He was very weary and often wished to rest--to lie down and sleep; but he was continually driven on--not so much by his desire to gain the land of little sticks as by his hunger. IZINGLY WITHIN RIFLE RANGE HE FELT A WILD DESIRE TO RUN AFTER THEM A CERTITUDE THAT HE COULD RUN THEM DOWN A BLACK FOX CAME TOWARD HIM CARRYING A PTARMIGAN IN HIS MOUTH THE MAN SHOUTED IT WAS A FEARFUL CRY BUT THE FOX LEAPING AWAY IN FRIGHT DID NOT DROP THE PTARMIGAN LATER IN THE DAY HE FOLLOWED A STREAM MILKY WITH LIME WHICH RAN THROUGH SPARSE PATCHES OF RUSH GRASS GRASPING THESE RUSHES FIRMLY NEAR THE ROOT HE PULLED UP WHAT RESEMBLED A YOUNG ONION SPROUT NO LARGER THAN A SHINGLE NAIL IT WAS TENDER AND HIS TEETH SANK INTO IT WITH A CRUNCH THAT PROMISED DELICIOUSLY OF FOOD BUT ITS FIBRES WERE TOUGH IT WAS COMPOSED OF STRINGY FILAMENTS SATURATED WITH WATER LIKE THE BERRIES AND DEVOID OF NOURISHMENT HE THREW OFF HIS PACK AND WENT INTO THE RUSH GRASS ON HANDS AND KNEES CRUNCHING AND MUNCHING LIKE SOME BOVINE CREATURE HE WAS VERY WEARY AND OFTEN WISHED TO REST TO LIE DOWN AND SLEEP BUT HE WAS CONTINUALLY DRIVEN ON NOT SO MUCH BY HIS DESIRE TO GAIN THE LAND OF LITTLE STICKS AS BY HIS HUNGER
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