. The trail book . , worn out with its struggles, wouldlie still in the bottom of the Trap, the two wouldrace over the snow-crust whose whiteness cut theeye like a knife, working into every winding of theCanon for some clue to the Dead Mans Journev. V 6 On one of these occasions, caught by a suddenstorm, they hugged themselves for three days andate what food they had, mouthful by mouthful,while the snow slid past them straight and sod-den. It closed smooth over the tree where theirhouse was, to the middle branches. Two days morethey waited until the sun by day and the cold atnight had made a c
. The trail book . , worn out with its struggles, wouldlie still in the bottom of the Trap, the two wouldrace over the snow-crust whose whiteness cut theeye like a knife, working into every winding of theCanon for some clue to the Dead Mans Journev. V 6 On one of these occasions, caught by a suddenstorm, they hugged themselves for three days andate what food they had, mouthful by mouthful,while the snow slid past them straight and sod-den. It closed smooth over the tree where theirhouse was, to the middle branches. Two days morethey waited until the sun by day and the cold atnight had made a crust over the fresh fall. Onthe second day they saw something moving in themiddle of the Canon. Half a dozen wild geese hadbeen caught in one of the wind currents that racelike rivers about the High Places of the World, anddropped exhausted into the Trap. Now they roseheavily; but, starved and blinded, they could notpitch their flight to that great height. Round andround they beat, and back they dropped from the 62.
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