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"
I
wisht
they
'd
spring
up
a
bunch
of
moose
or
something
,
an
'
go
away
an
'
leave
us
alone
,
"
Bill
said
.
Henry
grunted
with
an
intonation
that
was
not
all
sympathy
,
and
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
they
sat
on
in
silence
,
Henry
staring
at
the
fire
,
and
Bill
at
the
circle
of
eyes
that
burned
in
the
darkness
just
beyond
the
firelight
.
"
I
wisht
we
was
pullin
'
into
McGurry
right
now
,
"
he
began
again
.
"
Shut
up
your
wishin
'
and
your
croakin
'
,
"
Henry
burst
out
angrily
.
"
Your
stomach
's
sour
.
That
's
what
's
ailin
'
you
.
Swallow
a
spoonful
of
sody
,
an
'
you
'll
sweeten
up
wonderful
an
'
be
more
pleasant
company
.
"
In
the
morning
Henry
was
aroused
by
fervid
blasphemy
that
proceeded
from
the
mouth
of
Bill
.
Henry
propped
himself
up
on
an
elbow
and
looked
to
see
his
comrade
standing
among
the
dogs
beside
the
replenished
fire
,
his
arms
raised
in
objurgation
,
his
face
distorted
with
passion
.
"
Hello
!
"
Henry
called
.
"
What
's
up
now
?
"
"
Frog
's
gone
,
"
came
the
answer
.
"
No
.
"
"
I
tell
you
yes
.
"
