large/506/short_stories_009_64kb_mp3/love_of_life_london_jwt_64kb_200
large/506/short_stories_009_64kb_mp3/love_of_life_london_jwt_64kb
English
506
He used his gun as a club with which to knock her over, but she dodged out of reach. He threw stones at her and with one chance shot broke a wing. HE USED HIS GUN AS A CLUB WITH WHICH TO KNOCK HER OVER BUT SHE DODGED OUT OF REACH HE THREW STONES AT HER AND WITH ONE CHANCE SHOT BROKE A WING
onal, he untied the leather string that fastened the squat moose-hide sack. From its open mouth poured a yellow stream of coarse gold-dust and nuggets. He roughly divided the gold in halves, caching one half on a prominent ledge, wrapped in a piece of blanket, and returning the other half to the sack. He also began to use strips of the one remaining blanket for his feet. He still clung to his gun, for there were cartridges in that cache by the river Dease. This was a day of fog, and this day hunger awoke in him again. He was very weak and was afflicted with a giddiness which at times blinded him. It was no uncommon thing now for him to stumble and fall; and stumbling once, he fell squarely into a ptarmigan nest. There were four newly hatched chicks, a day old--little specks of pulsating life no more than a mouthful; and he ate them ravenously, thrusting them alive into his mouth and crunching them like egg-shells between his teeth. The mother ptarmigan beat about him with great outcry. ORNING BEING MORE RATIONAL HE UNTIED THE LEATHER STRING THAT FASTENED THE SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK FROM ITS OPEN MOUTH POURED A YELLOW STREAM OF COARSE GOLD DUST AND NUGGETS HE ROUGHLY DIVIDED THE GOLDEN HALVES CASHING ONE HALF ON A PROMINENT LEDGE WRAPPED IN A PIECE OF BLANKET AND RETURNING THE OTHER HALF TO THE SACK HE ALSO BEGAN TO USE THE STRIPS OF THE ONE REMAINING BLANKET FOR HIS FEET HE STILL CLUNG TO HIS GUN FOR THERE WERE CARTRIDGES IN THAT CASH BY THE RIVER DESE THIS WAS A DAY OF FOG AND THIS DAY HUNGER AWOKE IN HIM AGAIN HE WAS VERY WEAK AND WAS AFFECTED WITH A GIDDINESS WHICH AT TIMES BLINDED HIM IT WAS NO UNCOMMON THING NOW FOR HIM TO STUMBLE AND FALL AND STUMBLING ONCE HE FELL SQUARELY INTO A PTARMIGAN NEST THERE WERE FOUR NEWLY HATCHED CHICKS A DAY OLD LITTLE SPECKS OF PULSATING LIFE NO MORE THAN A MOUTHFUL AND HE ATE THEM RAVENOUSLY THRUSTING THEM ALIVE INTO HIS MOUTH AND CRUNCHING THEM LIKE EGG SHELLS BETWEEN HIS TEETH THE MOTHER PTARMIGAN BEAT ABOUT HIM WITH GREAT OUTCRY
large/506/short_stories_009_64kb_mp3/love_of_life_london_jwt_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/506/short_stories_009_64kb_mp3/love_of_life_london_jwt_64kb.flac