track had been for years, if ever. 
¢ us sighed the mighty pines of 
s forest. Hundreds of miles 
‘he barrier of nature, were 
hu v of the noise and strife 
of the vn maki Here, alone in the 
solitudes, two human atoms wander- 
ing on the trail of tis nted, and —the 
cook and I. 
I sat on my rubber | n rt and 
thought — there was ; ge do 
—and was cold, cold from 
in, and from the inside out. J! 
a thing alive, not even myself — : 
but the cook. 
Outside, I could hear him washing 
the breakfast tinware, and whistling some 
kind of a jiggling tune that ran up and 
down me like a shiver. This went on 
for an eternity. 
Suddenly it stopped, and I heard the 
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