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He
sat
for
a
long
while
upon
the
sled
.
There
was
no
need
for
him
to
go
and
see
what
had
happened
.
He
knew
it
as
though
it
had
taken
place
before
his
eyes
.
Once
,
he
roused
with
a
start
and
hastily
got
the
axe
out
from
underneath
the
lashings
.
But
for
some
time
longer
he
sat
and
brooded
,
the
two
remaining
dogs
crouching
and
trembling
at
his
feet
.
At
last
he
arose
in
a
weary
manner
,
as
though
all
the
resilience
had
gone
out
of
his
body
,
and
proceeded
to
fasten
the
dogs
to
the
sled
.
He
passed
a
rope
over
his
shoulder
,
a
man-trace
,
and
pulled
with
the
dogs
.
He
did
not
go
far
.
At
the
first
hint
of
darkness
he
hastened
to
make
a
camp
,
and
he
saw
to
it
that
he
had
a
generous
supply
of
firewood
.
He
fed
the
dogs
,
cooked
and
ate
his
supper
,
and
made
his
bed
close
to
the
fire
.
But
he
was
not
destined
to
enjoy
that
bed
.
Before
his
eyes
closed
the
wolves
had
drawn
too
near
for
safety
.
It
no
longer
required
an
effort
of
the
vision
to
see
them
.
They
were
all
about
him
and
the
fire
,
in
a
narrow
circle
,
and
he
could
see
them
plainly
in
the
firelight
lying
down
,
sitting
up
,
crawling
forward
on
their
bellies
,
or
slinking
back
and
forth
.
They
even
slept
.
Here
and
there
he
could
see
one
curled
up
in
the
snow
like
a
dog
,
taking
the
sleep
that
was
now
denied
himself
.
He
kept
the
fire
brightly
blazing
,
for
he
knew
that
it
alone
intervened
between
the
flesh
of
his
body
and
their
hungry
fangs
.
His
two
dogs
stayed
close
by
him
,
one
on
either
side
,
leaning
against
him
for
protection
,
crying
and
whimpering
,
and
at
times
snarling
desperately
when
a
wolf
approached
a
little
closer
than
usual
.
At
such
moments
,
when
his
dogs
snarled
,
the
whole
circle
would
be
agitated
,
the
wolves
coming
to
their
feet
and
pressing
tentatively
forward
,
a
chorus
of
snarls
and
eager
yelps
rising
about
him
.
Then
the
circle
would
lie
down
again
,
and
here
and
there
a
wolf
would
resume
its
broken
nap
.
But
this
circle
had
a
continuous
tendency
to
draw
in
upon
him
.
Bit
by
bit
,
an
inch
at
a
time
,
with
here
a
wolf
bellying
forward
,
and
there
a
wolf
bellying
forward
,
the
circle
would
narrow
until
the
brutes
were
almost
within
springing
distance
.
Then
he
would
seize
brands
from
the
fire
and
hurl
them
into
the
pack
.
A
hasty
drawing
back
always
resulted
,
accompanied
by
angry
yelps
and
frightened
snarls
when
a
well-aimed
brand
struck
and
scorched
a
too
daring
animal
.
Morning
found
the
man
haggard
and
worn
,
wide-eyed
from
want
of
sleep
.
He
cooked
breakfast
in
the
darkness
,
and
at
nine
o'clock
,
when
,
with
the
coming
of
daylight
,
the
wolf-pack
drew
back
,
he
set
about
the
task
he
had
planned
through
the
long
hours
of
the
night
.
Chopping
down
young
saplings
,
he
made
them
cross-bars
of
a
scaffold
by
lashing
them
high
up
to
the
trunks
of
standing
trees
.
Using
the
sled-lashing
for
a
heaving
rope
,
and
with
the
aid
of
the
dogs
,
he
hoisted
the
coffin
to
the
top
of
the
scaffold
.
"
They
got
Bill
,
an
'
they
may
get
me
,
but
they
'll
sure
never
get
you
,
young
man
,
"
he
said
,
addressing
the
dead
body
in
its
tree-sepulchre
.
Then
he
took
the
trail
,
the
lightened
sled
bounding
along
behind
the
willing
dogs
;
for
they
,
too
,
knew
that
safety
lay
open
in
the
gaining
of
Fort
McGurry
.
The
wolves
were
now
more
open
in
their
pursuit
,
trotting
sedately
behind
and
ranging
along
on
either
side
,
their
red
tongues
lolling
out
,
their
lean
sides
showing
the
undulating
ribs
with
every
movement
.
They
were
very
lean
,
mere
skin-bags
stretched
over
bony
frames
,
with
strings
for
muscles
--
so
lean
that
Henry
found
it
in
his
mind
to
marvel
that
they
still
kept
their
feet
and
did
not
collapse
forthright
in
the
snow
.
He
did
not
dare
travel
until
dark
.
At
midday
,
not
only
did
the
sun
warm
the
southern
horizon
,
but
it
even
thrust
its
upper
rim
,
pale
and
golden
,
above
the
sky-line
.
He
received
it
as
a
sign
.
The
days
were
growing
longer
.
The
sun
was
returning
.
But
scarcely
had
the
cheer
of
its
light
departed
,
than
he
went
into
camp
.
There
were
still
several
hours
of
grey
daylight
and
sombre
twilight
,
and
he
utilised
them
in
chopping
an
enormous
supply
of
fire-wood
.
