That day his hunger grew worse,worse than the hurt in his foot.
Many times he wanted to lie down, but hunger made him go on.
He saw a few birds.
Once he tried to catch one, but it flew away.
He felt tired and sick.He forgot to follow the way to the camp.
In the afternoon he found some green plants.
He ate them first, like a horse.He saw a small fish in a river.
He tried to catch it with his cup.But the fish swam away into a hole.
Then man cried like a baby, first guietly,then loudly.
He cried alone in that empty world.
That night he made a fire again, and drank hot water.
His blanket was wet, and his foot hurt.
He could think only of his hunger.He woke up cold and sick.
The earth and sky were gray.
He got up and walked, he didn't know where.
But the small bag was with him.
The sun came out again, and he saw that he was lost.
Was he too far north? He turned toward the east.
His hunger was not so great, but he knew he was sick.
He stopped often. He heard wolves, and knew that deer were near him.
He believed he had one more bullet in his gun.
But it was still empty.The small bag became too heavy.
The man opened the bag.It was full of small pieces of gold.
He put half the gold in a piece of his blanket and left it on a rock.
But he kept his gun.
There were bullets in that camp.