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But
the
tremendous
cold
had
already
driven
the
life
out
of
his
fingers
.
In
his
effort
to
separate
one
match
from
the
others
,
the
whole
bunch
fell
in
the
snow
.
He
tried
to
pick
it
out
of
the
snow
,
but
failed
.
The
dead
fingers
could
neither
touch
nor
clutch
.
He
was
very
careful
.
He
drove
the
thought
of
his
freezing
feet
;
and
nose
,
and
cheeks
,
out
of
his
mind
,
devoting
his
whole
soul
to
the
matches
.
He
watched
,
using
the
sense
of
vision
in
place
of
that
of
touch
,
and
when
he
saw
his
fingers
on
each
side
the
bunch
,
he
closed
them
--
that
is
,
he
willed
to
close
them
,
for
the
wires
were
drawn
,
and
the
fingers
did
not
obey
.
He
pulled
the
mitten
on
the
right
hand
,
and
beat
it
fiercely
against
his
knee
.
Then
,
with
both
mittened
hands
,
he
scooped
the
bunch
of
matches
,
along
with
much
snow
,
into
his
lap
.
Yet
he
was
no
better
off
.
After
some
manipulation
he
managed
to
get
the
bunch
between
the
heels
of
his
mittened
hands
.
In
this
fashion
he
carried
it
to
his
mouth
.
The
ice
crackled
and
snapped
when
by
a
violent
effort
he
opened
his
mouth
.
He
drew
the
lower
jaw
in
,
curled
the
upper
lip
out
of
the
way
,
and
scraped
the
bunch
with
his
upper
teeth
in
order
to
separate
a
match
.
He
succeeded
in
getting
one
,
which
he
dropped
on
his
lap
.
He
was
no
better
off
.
He
could
not
pick
it
up
.
Then
he
devised
a
way
.
He
picked
it
up
in
his
teeth
and
scratched
it
on
his
leg
.
Twenty
times
he
scratched
before
he
succeeded
in
lighting
it
.
As
it
flamed
he
held
it
with
his
teeth
to
the
birch-bark
.
But
the
burning
brimstone
went
up
his
nostrils
and
into
his
lungs
,
causing
him
to
cough
spasmodically
.
The
match
fell
into
the
snow
and
went
out
.
The
old-timer
on
Sulphur
Creek
was
right
,
he
thought
in
the
moment
of
controlled
despair
that
ensued
:
after
fifty
below
,
a
man
should
travel
with
a
partner
.
He
beat
his
hands
,
but
failed
in
exciting
any
sensation
.
Suddenly
he
bared
both
hands
,
removing
the
mittens
with
his
teeth
.
He
caught
the
whole
bunch
between
the
heels
of
his
hands
.
His
arm-muscles
not
being
frozen
enabled
him
to
press
the
hand-heels
tightly
against
the
matches
.
Then
he
scratched
the
bunch
along
his
leg
.
It
flared
into
flame
,
seventy
sulphur
matches
at
once
!
There
was
no
wind
to
blow
them
out
.
He
kept
his
head
to
one
side
to
escape
the
strangling
fumes
,
and
held
the
blazing
bunch
to
the
birch-bark
.
As
he
so
held
it
,
he
became
aware
of
sensation
in
his
hand
.
His
flesh
was
burning
.
He
could
smell
it
.
Deep
down
below
the
surface
he
could
feel
it
.
The
sensation
developed
into
pain
that
grew
acute
.
And
still
he
endured
it
,
holding
the
flame
of
the
matches
clumsily
to
the
bark
that
would
not
light
readily
because
his
own
burning
hands
were
in
the
way
,
absorbing
most
of
the
flame
.
At
last
,
when
he
could
endure
no
more
,
he
jerked
his
hands
apart
.
The
blazing
matches
fell
sizzling
into
the
snow
,
but
the
birch-bark
was
alight
.
He
began
laying
dry
grasses
and
the
tiniest
twigs
on
the
flame
.
He
could
not
pick
and
choose
,
for
he
had
to
lift
the
fuel
between
the
heels
of
his
hands
.
Small
pieces
of
rotten
wood
and
green
moss
clung
to
the
twigs
,
and
he
bit
them
off
as
well
as
he
could
with
his
teeth
.
He
cherished
the
flame
carefully
and
awkwardly
.
It
meant
life
,
and
it
must
not
perish
.
The
withdrawal
of
blood
from
the
surface
of
his
body
now
made
him
begin
to
shiver
,
and
he
grew
more
awkward
.
A
large
piece
of
green
moss
fell
squarely
on
the
little
fire
.
He
tried
to
poke
it
out
with
his
fingers
,
but
his
shivering
frame
made
him
poke
too
far
,
and
he
disrupted
the
nucleus
of
the
little
fire
,
the
burning
grasses
and
tiny
twigs
separating
and
scattering
.
He
tried
to
poke
them
together
again
,
but
in
spite
of
the
tenseness
of
the
effort
,
his
shivering
got
away
with
him
,
and
the
twigs
were
hopelessly
scattered
.
Each
twig
gushed
a
puff
of
smoke
and
went
out
.
The
fire-provider
had
failed
.
As
he
looked
apathetically
about
him
,
his
eyes
chanced
on
the
dog
,
sitting
across
the
ruins
of
the
fire
from
him
,
in
the
snow
,
making
restless
,
hunching
movements
,
slightly
lifting
one
forefoot
and
then
the
other
,
shifting
its
weight
back
and
forth
on
them
with
wistful
eagerness
.
The
sight
of
the
dog
put
a
wild
idea
into
his
head
.
He
remembered
the
tale
of
the
man
,
caught
in
a
blizzard
,
who
killed
a
steer
and
crawled
inside
the
carcass
,
and
so
was
saved
.
He
would
kill
the
dog
and
bury
his
hands
in
the
warm
body
until
the
numbness
went
out
of
them
.
Then
he
could
build
another
fire
.
He
spoke
to
the
dog
,
calling
it
to
him
;
but
in
his
voice
was
a
strange
note
of
fear
that
frightened
the
animal
,
who
had
never
known
the
man
to
speak
in
such
way
before
.
Something
was
the
matter
,
and
its
suspicious
nature
sensed
danger
,
--
it
knew
not
what
danger
but
somewhere
,
somehow
,
in
its
brain
arose
an
apprehension
of
the
man
.
It
flattened
its
ears
down
at
the
sound
of
the
man
's
voice
,
and
its
restless
,
hunching
movements
and
the
liftings
and
shiftings
of
its
forefeet
became
more
pronounced
but
it
would
not
come
to
the
man
.
He
got
on
his
hands
and
knees
and
crawled
toward
the
dog
.
This
unusual
posture
again
excited
suspicion
,
and
the
animal
sidled
mincingly
away
.
The
man
sat
up
in
the
snow
for
a
moment
and
struggled
for
calmness
.
Then
he
pulled
on
his
mittens
,
by
means
of
his
teeth
,
and
got
upon
his
feet
.
He
glanced
down
at
first
in
order
to
assure
himself
that
he
was
really
standing
up
,
for
the
absence
of
sensation
in
his
feet
left
him
unrelated
to
the
earth
.
His
erect
position
in
itself
started
to
drive
the
webs
of
suspicion
from
the
dog
's
mind
;
and
when
he
spoke
peremptorily
,
with
the
sound
of
whip-lashes
in
his
voice
,
the
dog
rendered
its
customary
allegiance
and
came
to
him
.
As
it
came
within
reaching
distance
,
the
man
lost
his
control
.
His
arms
flashed
out
to
the
dog
,
and
he
experienced
genuine
surprise
when
he
discovered
that
his
hands
could
not
clutch
,
that
there
was
neither
bend
nor
feeling
in
the
lingers
.
He
had
forgotten
for
the
moment
that
they
were
frozen
and
that
they
were
freezing
more
and
more
.
All
this
happened
quickly
,
and
before
the
animal
could
get
away
,
he
encircled
its
body
with
his
arms
.
He
sat
down
in
the
snow
,
and
in
this
fashion
held
the
dog
,
while
it
snarled
and
whined
and
struggled
.
But
it
was
all
he
could
do
,
hold
its
body
encircled
in
his
arms
and
sit
there
.
He
realized
that
he
could
not
kill
the
dog
.
There
was
no
way
to
do
it
.
