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With
his
helpless
hands
he
could
neither
draw
nor
hold
his
sheath-knife
nor
throttle
the
animal
.
He
released
it
,
and
it
plunged
wildly
away
,
with
tail
between
its
legs
,
and
still
snarling
.
It
halted
forty
feet
away
and
surveyed
him
curiously
,
with
ears
sharply
pricked
forward
.
The
man
looked
down
at
his
hands
in
order
to
locate
them
,
and
found
them
hanging
on
the
ends
of
his
arms
.
It
struck
him
as
curious
that
one
should
have
to
use
his
eyes
in
order
to
find
out
where
his
hands
were
.
He
began
threshing
his
arms
back
and
forth
,
beating
the
mittened
hands
against
his
sides
.
He
did
this
for
five
minutes
,
violently
,
and
his
heart
pumped
enough
blood
up
to
the
surface
to
put
a
stop
to
his
shivering
.
But
no
sensation
was
aroused
in
the
hands
.
He
had
an
impression
that
they
hung
like
weights
on
the
ends
of
his
arms
,
but
when
he
tried
to
run
the
impression
down
,
he
could
not
find
it
.
A
certain
fear
of
death
,
dull
and
oppressive
,
came
to
him
.
This
fear
quickly
became
poignant
as
he
realized
that
it
was
no
longer
a
mere
matter
of
freezing
his
fingers
and
toes
,
or
of
losing
his
hands
and
feet
,
but
that
it
was
a
matter
of
life
and
death
with
the
chances
against
him
.
This
threw
him
into
a
panic
,
and
he
turned
and
ran
up
the
creek-bed
along
the
old
,
dim
trail
.
The
dog
joined
in
behind
and
kept
up
with
him
.
He
ran
blindly
,
without
intention
,
in
fear
such
as
he
had
never
known
in
his
life
.
Slowly
,
as
he
ploughed
and
floundered
through
the
snow
,
he
began
to
see
things
again
--
the
banks
of
the
creek
,
the
old
timber-jams
,
the
leafless
aspens
,
and
the
sky
.
The
running
made
him
feel
better
.
He
did
not
shiver
.
Maybe
,
if
he
ran
on
,
his
feet
would
thaw
out
;
and
,
anyway
,
if
he
ran
far
enough
,
he
would
reach
camp
and
the
boys
.
Without
doubt
he
would
lose
some
fingers
and
toes
and
some
of
his
face
;
but
the
boys
would
take
care
of
him
,
and
save
the
rest
of
him
when
he
got
there
.
And
at
the
same
time
there
was
another
thought
in
his
mind
that
said
he
would
never
get
to
the
camp
and
the
boys
;
that
it
was
too
many
miles
away
,
that
the
freezing
had
too
great
a
start
on
him
,
and
that
he
would
soon
be
stiff
and
dead
.
This
thought
he
kept
in
the
background
and
refused
to
consider
.
Sometimes
it
pushed
itself
forward
and
demanded
to
be
heard
,
but
he
thrust
it
back
and
strove
to
think
of
other
things
.
It
struck
him
as
curious
that
he
could
run
at
all
on
feet
so
frozen
that
he
could
not
feel
them
when
they
struck
the
earth
and
took
the
weight
of
his
body
.
He
seemed
to
himself
to
skim
along
above
the
surface
and
to
have
no
connection
with
the
earth
.
Somewhere
he
had
once
seen
a
winged
Mercury
,
and
he
wondered
if
Mercury
felt
as
he
felt
when
skimming
over
the
earth
.
His
theory
of
running
until
he
reached
camp
and
the
boys
had
one
flaw
in
it
:
he
lacked
the
endurance
.
Several
times
he
stumbled
,
and
finally
he
tottered
,
crumpled
up
,
and
fell
.
When
he
tried
to
rise
,
he
failed
.
He
must
sit
and
rest
,
he
decided
,
and
next
time
he
would
merely
walk
and
keep
on
going
.
As
he
sat
and
regained
his
breath
,
he
noted
that
he
was
feeling
quite
warm
and
comfortable
.
He
was
not
shivering
,
and
it
even
seemed
that
a
warm
glow
had
come
to
his
chest
and
trunk
.
And
yet
,
when
he
touched
his
nose
or
cheeks
,
there
was
no
sensation
.
Running
would
not
thaw
them
out
.
Nor
would
it
thaw
out
his
hands
and
feet
.
Then
the
thought
came
to
him
that
the
frozen
portions
of
his
body
must
be
extending
.
He
tried
to
keep
this
thought
down
,
to
forget
it
,
to
think
of
something
else
;
he
was
aware
of
the
panicky
feeling
that
it
caused
,
and
he
was
afraid
of
the
panic
.
But
the
thought
asserted
itself
,
and
persisted
,
until
it
produced
a
vision
of
his
body
totally
frozen
.
This
was
too
much
,
and
he
made
another
wild
run
along
the
trail
.
Once
he
slowed
down
to
a
walk
,
but
the
thought
of
the
freezing
extending
itself
made
him
run
again
.
And
all
the
time
the
dog
ran
with
him
,
at
his
heels
.
When
he
fell
down
a
second
time
,
it
curled
its
tail
over
its
forefeet
and
sat
in
front
of
him
facing
him
curiously
eager
and
intent
.
The
warmth
and
security
of
the
animal
angered
him
,
and
he
cursed
it
till
it
flattened
down
its
ears
appeasingly
.
This
time
the
shivering
came
more
quickly
upon
the
man
.
He
was
losing
in
his
battle
with
the
frost
.
It
was
creeping
into
his
body
from
all
sides
.
The
thought
of
it
drove
him
on
,
but
he
ran
no
more
than
a
hundred
feet
,
when
he
staggered
and
pitched
headlong
.
It
was
his
last
panic
.
When
he
had
recovered
his
breath
and
control
,
he
sat
up
and
entertained
in
his
mind
the
conception
of
meeting
death
with
dignity
.
However
,
the
conception
did
not
come
to
him
in
such
terms
.
His
idea
of
it
was
that
he
had
been
making
a
fool
of
himself
,
running
around
like
a
chicken
with
its
head
cut
off
--
such
was
the
simile
that
occurred
to
him
.
Well
,
he
was
bound
to
freeze
anyway
,
and
he
might
as
well
take
it
decently
.
With
this
new-found
peace
of
mind
came
the
first
glimmerings
of
drowsiness
.
A
good
idea
,
he
thought
,
to
sleep
off
to
death
.
It
was
like
taking
an
anaesthetic
.
Freezing
was
not
so
bad
as
people
thought
.
There
were
lots
worse
ways
to
die
.
He
pictured
the
boys
finding
his
body
next
day
.
Suddenly
he
found
himself
with
them
,
coming
along
the
trail
and
looking
for
himself
.
And
,
still
with
them
,
he
came
around
a
turn
in
the
trail
and
found
himself
lying
in
the
snow
.
He
did
not
belong
with
himself
any
more
,
for
even
then
he
was
out
of
himself
,
standing
with
the
boys
and
looking
at
himself
in
the
snow
.
It
certainly
was
cold
,
was
his
thought
.
When
he
got
back
to
the
States
he
could
tell
the
folks
what
real
cold
was
.
He
drifted
on
from
this
to
a
vision
of
the
old-timer
on
Sulphur
Creek
.
He
could
see
him
quite
clearly
,
warm
and
comfortable
,
and
smoking
a
pipe
.
"
You
were
right
,
old
hoss
;
you
were
right
,
"
the
man
mumbled
to
the
old-timer
of
Sulphur
Creek
.
