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If you went to a sanatorium andlived very carefully you might have longer. Im
just a poordevil thats been born in the wrong century. The other cross was new
and it had not suffered thestorms of more than a couple of winters.
Theres
plenty here knows Lew, Johnny reported.
Ata little distance in a sheltered
hollow were two crosses ofdriftwood.
The matter was dead as far as
Ravelstonswere concerned.
Fear of publicity, of course, in that
over-publicworld.
Youd be surprised how many of us slip off herenow and then to
get a little quiet.
If he hadstarted early in May he should just about have
reached the Arcticshores.
Theyve gottenthe start of us by a week or maybe more.
On the way to thetent they came on an Eskimo cemetery. The dead-level of land
and sea made the arc of sky seemimmense, the intense inane of Shelleys poem. He
was not of their world, and they admired and lovedhim, but uncomprehendingly.
It seemed to stiffenhis purpose and to quicken his fancy.
But take my advice
and dont put off your return toolate. He knew what lay beyond that nick which
was likethe back-sight of a rifle. I didnt get a great deal out of the old man,
said Johnny. Seconded forspecial service, as we used to say in the army. Why
had his wife and his friends in New York been so oddly supinein looking for
him? Johnny Frizel went up the track in the bush to where a countrymanwas
cutting stakes.
FrancisGalliard was a disembodied ghost, a mere premise in an
argument.
On that occasion I came to hunt, but myhunting days are over.
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