Love of Life

hardship long endured.

paused to gaze at the squat moose-hide sack.

The bull snorted and leaped away, his hoofs rattling and clattering as he fled across the ledges.

The man cursed and flung the empty gun from him. He groaned aloud as he started to drag himself to his feet. It was a slow and arduous task. His joints were like rusty hinges. They worked harshly in their sockets, with much friction, and each bending or unbending was accomplished only through a sheer exertion of will. When he finally gained his feet, another minute or so was consumed in straightening up, so that he could stand erect as a man should stand.

grub of the cache

till its first trickle ceased at a divide.

I wish we had just about two of them cartridges that's layin' in that cache of ourn," said the second man.

His lips trembled a little, so that the rough thatch of brown hair which covered them was visibly agitated.

smouldering dimly, almost obscured by

utterly and drearily