I told the boys, "There's a caribou coming along."
We all fell flat on the ground; but he was on the lee side of us
and soon found out we were there. He stood--behind some little
trees and had his head up looking towards where we were, and all of
a sudden he was gone, and we didn't have the chance to fire. I got
up. A swamp I knew of. I made for that swamp thinking I would cut
across him. I tried to run, yet I was so very, very weak. Oh! how
hard I tried to run. But when I got out there he was across on the
other side. I was away for some time, yet when I came to the boys,
they were still lain the same way, and their faces to the ground,
and did not move till I spoke to them. We were more than sorry
about the caribou, and each one said what he would do, and how much
we could eat if we killed that caribou and that we would stay right
there for a few days till we got a little stronger.
Though I was feeling so very weak myself, when we would have
nothing else but tea, as we often just had tea, nothing else, when
I would hand the boys a cup of tea each, I would ask them to pass
it back, as I would pretend I'd forgotten to put any sugar in.
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