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From: | Bertie Patel |
Subject: | [Hurdfr-paris] snapshot |
Date: | Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:52:45 -0700 |
My legs have turned to water, and I cannot
walk.
He did not wantto marry again, especially a thing
like this. These he fastened together at the top withfine iron sinews, very many of
them.
But none went lame, and the grey wolf
huntedelsewhere.
Peeguk, who had opened his eyes and was listening
intently, made a soundin his throat. Themore he thought of this the more he liked
it.
The team smelled fresh meat, looked furtively at
their leader, and didnothing. But, which was most amazing of all,the woman only
laughed.
But if indeed she does not like me, why then does
she stay and pull mysledge?
He did not shirk his work, and pulled with the best
of them.
There was some left, but he bad notthought it worth
while mentioning. That, and the weight of the unending storm, drovehim south in
search of caribou. So there were three enemies to be faced at once.
Then I saw four bottles, very smalland standing up
straight. The heart of Peeguk ached in many places. He of the red face nodded
understandingly.
The inward fire of his body was glowing
now.
Kalauk stared till the lump detached itself and
waddledtoward his igloo.
I saw many strange thingssmall and black, as in a
nest. Peeguk, who had opened his eyes and was listening intently, made a soundin his
throat. He strolled off, the grey shape at his heels, while Kalauk staredsilently
after him.
Peeguk stretched on his back close by, his eyes
shut, his face blisteredwith frost patches.
He got up, shook himself and laid a caressing
handon the lean head. Kitamauk shook his head, and just then Kinniuk shuffled into
camp withAmerauk at his heels.
These he fastened together at the top withfine iron
sinews, very many of them. And with every movement it was as though the spear were
penetratingher own tortured side.
I go to hunt again, so you will stay
here.
So he took the food from the slim brown fingers and
closed his eyes,burdened with a great wonder.
So he took the food from the slim brown fingers and
closed his eyes,burdened with a great wonder.
She managed to twist herself free, and with
ultimate effort dislodged thespear. It will not be long now, whispered the Skilful
Hunter to himself, androlled over and slept.
The heart of Peeguk ached in many places. He
crawled out next morning and grimly surveyed his dogs, half-buried inthe snow. But
ifthe days were Kalauks, the nights were his own.
Instinctively heglanced over his shoulder, as he
often did now, at Amerauk.
I go to hunt again, so you will stay
here.
Kalauk had been about to venture stroking the
beast, butthis last reflection made him hesitate. Dog against man, it would be now,
and what end might notcome to this!
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