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He
held
on
through
the
level
stretch
of
woods
for
several
miles
,
crossed
a
wide
flat
of
nigger-heads
,
and
dropped
down
a
bank
to
the
frozen
bed
of
a
small
stream
.
This
was
Henderson
Creek
,
and
he
knew
he
was
ten
miles
from
the
forks
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
It
was
ten
o'clock
.
He
was
making
four
miles
an
hour
,
and
he
calculated
that
he
would
arrive
at
the
forks
at
half-past
twelve
.
He
decided
to
celebrate
that
event
by
eating
his
lunch
there
.
The
dog
dropped
in
again
at
his
heels
,
with
a
tail
drooping
discouragement
,
as
the
man
swung
along
the
creek-bed
.
The
furrow
of
the
old
sled-trail
was
plainly
visible
,
but
a
dozen
inches
of
snow
covered
the
marks
of
the
last
runners
.
In
a
month
no
man
had
come
up
or
down
that
silent
creek
.
The
man
held
steadily
on
.
He
was
not
much
given
to
thinking
,
and
just
then
particularly
he
had
nothing
to
think
about
save
that
he
would
eat
lunch
at
the
forks
and
that
at
six
o'clock
he
would
be
in
camp
with
the
boys
.
There
was
nobody
to
talk
to
and
,
had
there
been
,
speech
would
have
been
impossible
because
of
the
ice-muzzle
on
his
mouth
.
So
he
continued
monotonously
to
chew
tobacco
and
to
increase
the
length
of
his
amber
beard
.
Once
in
a
while
the
thought
reiterated
itself
that
it
was
very
cold
and
that
he
had
never
experienced
such
cold
.
As
he
walked
along
he
rubbed
his
cheek-bones
and
nose
with
the
back
of
his
mittened
hand
.
He
did
this
automatically
,
now
and
again
changing
hands
.
But
rub
as
he
would
,
the
instant
he
stopped
his
cheek-bones
went
numb
,
and
the
following
instant
the
end
of
his
nose
went
numb
.
He
was
sure
to
frost
his
cheeks
;
he
knew
that
,
and
experienced
a
pang
of
regret
that
he
had
not
devised
a
nose-strap
of
the
sort
Bud
wore
in
cold
snaps
.
Such
a
strap
passed
across
the
cheeks
,
as
well
,
and
saved
them
.
But
it
did
n't
matter
much
,
after
all
.
What
were
frosted
cheeks
?
A
bit
painful
,
that
was
all
;
they
were
never
serious
.
Empty
as
the
man
's
mind
was
of
thoughts
,
he
was
keenly
observant
,
and
he
noticed
the
changes
in
the
creek
,
the
curves
and
bends
and
timber
-
jams
,
and
always
he
sharply
noted
where
he
placed
his
feet
.
Once
,
coming
around
a
bend
,
he
shied
abruptly
,
like
a
startled
horse
,
curved
away
from
the
place
where
he
had
been
walking
,
and
retreated
several
paces
back
along
the
trail
.
The
creek
he
knew
was
frozen
clear
to
the
bottom
--
no
creek
could
contain
water
in
that
arctic
winter
--
but
he
knew
also
that
there
were
springs
that
bubbled
out
from
the
hillsides
and
ran
along
under
the
snow
and
on
top
the
ice
of
the
creek
.
He
knew
that
the
coldest
snaps
never
froze
these
springs
,
and
he
knew
likewise
their
danger
.
They
were
traps
.
They
hid
pools
of
water
under
the
snow
that
might
be
three
inches
deep
,
or
three
feet
.
Sometimes
a
skin
of
ice
half
an
inch
thick
covered
them
,
and
in
turn
was
covered
by
the
snow
.
Sometimes
there
were
alternate
layers
of
water
and
ice-skin
,
so
that
when
one
broke
through
he
kept
on
breaking
through
for
a
while
,
sometimes
wetting
himself
to
the
waist
.
That
was
why
he
had
shied
in
such
panic
.
He
had
felt
the
give
under
his
feet
and
heard
the
crackle
of
a
snow-hidden
ice-skin
.
And
to
get
his
feet
wet
in
such
a
temperature
meant
trouble
and
danger
.
At
the
very
least
it
meant
delay
,
for
he
would
be
forced
to
stop
and
build
a
fire
,
and
under
its
protection
to
bare
his
feet
while
he
dried
his
socks
and
moccasins
.
He
stood
and
studied
the
creek-bed
and
its
banks
,
and
decided
that
the
flow
of
water
came
from
the
right
.
He
reflected
awhile
,
rubbing
his
nose
and
cheeks
,
then
skirted
to
the
left
,
stepping
gingerly
and
testing
the
footing
for
each
step
.
Once
clear
of
the
danger
,
he
took
a
fresh
chew
of
tobacco
and
swung
along
at
his
four-mile
gait
.
In
the
course
of
the
next
two
hours
he
came
upon
several
similar
traps
.
Usually
the
snow
above
the
hidden
pools
had
a
sunken
,
candied
appearance
that
advertised
the
danger
.
Once
again
,
however
,
he
had
a
close
call
;
and
once
,
suspecting
danger
,
he
compelled
the
dog
to
go
on
in
front
.
The
dog
did
not
want
to
go
.
It
hung
back
until
the
man
shoved
it
forward
,
and
then
it
went
quickly
across
the
white
,
unbroken
surface
.
Suddenly
it
broke
through
,
floundered
to
one
side
,
and
got
away
to
firmer
footing
.
It
had
wet
its
forefeet
and
legs
,
and
almost
immediately
the
water
that
clung
to
it
turned
to
ice
.
It
made
quick
efforts
to
lick
the
ice
off
its
legs
,
then
dropped
down
in
the
snow
and
began
to
bite
out
the
ice
that
had
formed
between
the
toes
.
This
was
a
matter
of
instinct
.
To
permit
the
ice
to
remain
would
mean
sore
feet
.
It
did
not
know
this
.
It
merely
obeyed
the
mysterious
prompting
that
arose
from
the
deep
crypts
of
its
being
.
But
the
man
knew
,
having
achieved
a
judgment
on
the
subject
,
and
he
removed
the
mitten
from
his
right
hand
and
helped
tear
out
the
ice
-
particles
.
He
did
not
expose
his
fingers
more
than
a
minute
,
and
was
astonished
at
the
swift
numbness
that
smote
them
.
It
certainly
was
cold
.
He
pulled
on
the
mitten
hastily
,
and
beat
the
hand
savagely
across
his
chest
.
At
twelve
o'clock
the
day
was
at
its
brightest
.
Yet
the
sun
was
too
far
south
on
its
winter
journey
to
clear
the
horizon
.
The
bulge
of
the
earth
intervened
between
it
and
Henderson
Creek
,
where
the
man
walked
under
a
clear
sky
at
noon
and
cast
no
shadow
.
At
half-past
twelve
,
to
the
minute
,
he
arrived
at
the
forks
of
the
creek
.
He
was
pleased
at
the
speed
he
had
made
.
If
he
kept
it
up
,
he
would
certainly
be
with
the
boys
by
six
.
He
unbuttoned
his
jacket
and
shirt
and
drew
forth
his
lunch
.
The
action
consumed
no
more
than
a
quarter
of
a
minute
,
yet
in
that
brief
moment
the
numbness
laid
hold
of
the
exposed
fingers
.
He
did
not
put
the
mitten
on
,
but
,
instead
,
struck
the
fingers
a
dozen
sharp
smashes
against
his
leg
.
Then
he
sat
down
on
a
snow-covered
log
to
eat
.
The
sting
that
followed
upon
the
striking
of
his
fingers
against
his
leg
ceased
so
quickly
that
he
was
startled
,
he
had
had
no
chance
to
take
a
bite
of
biscuit
.
He
struck
the
fingers
repeatedly
and
returned
them
to
the
mitten
,
baring
the
other
hand
for
the
purpose
of
eating
.
He
tried
to
take
a
mouthful
,
but
the
ice-muzzle
prevented
.
He
had
forgotten
to
build
a
fire
and
thaw
out
.
He
chuckled
at
his
foolishness
,
and
as
he
chuckled
he
noted
the
numbness
creeping
into
the
exposed
fingers
.
Also
,
he
noted
that
the
stinging
which
had
first
come
to
his
toes
when
he
sat
down
was
already
passing
away
.
He
wondered
whether
the
toes
were
warm
or
numbed
.
He
moved
them
inside
the
moccasins
and
decided
that
they
were
numbed
.
