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"
On
rising
to
my
feet
,
I
discovered
that
I
could
not
walk
.
Worse
still
,
I
was
scarce
able
to
stand
.
"
To
stay
on
that
spot
was
to
perish
--
at
least
I
so
thought
at
the
time
.
"
Urged
by
the
thought
,
I
exerted
all
the
strength
left
me
,
in
an
effort
to
reach
water
.
"
I
knew
there
was
a
stream
near
by
;
and
partly
by
crawling
,
--
partly
by
the
help
of
a
rude
crutch
procured
in
the
thicket
--
I
succeeded
in
reaching
it
.
"
Having
satisfied
my
thirst
,
I
felt
refreshed
;
and
soon
after
fell
asleep
.
"
I
awoke
to
find
myself
surrounded
by
coyotés
.
"
There
were
at
least
two
score
of
them
;
and
although
at
first
I
had
no
fear
--
knowing
their
cowardly
nature
--
I
was
soon
brought
to
a
different
way
of
thinking
.
"
They
saw
that
I
was
disabled
;
and
for
this
reason
had
determined
upon
attacking
me
.
"
After
a
time
they
did
so
--
clustering
around
and
springing
upon
me
in
a
simultaneous
onslaught
.
"
I
had
no
weapon
but
my
knife
;
and
it
was
fortunate
I
had
that
.
Altogether
unarmed
,
I
must
have
been
torn
to
pieces
,
and
devoured
.