The Masters of the Peaks - A Story of the Great North Woods by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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Much of the snow will melt and then freeze again, coating the earth
with ice. It will make it more difficult for us to travel and the hunting that we need so much must be delayed. Then we'll grow hungrier and hungrier." "Stop it, Tayoga," exclaimed Robert. "I believe you're torturing me on purpose. I'm hungry now." "But that is nothing to what Dagaeoga will be tonight, after he has gone many hours without food. Then he will think of the juicy venison, and of the tender steak of the young bear, and of the fine fish from the mountain streams, and he will remember how he has enjoyed them in the past, but it will be only a memory. The fish that he craves will be swimming in the clear waters, and the deer and the bear will be far away, safe from his bullet." "I didn't know you had so much malice in your composition, Tayoga, but there's one consolation; if I suffer you suffer also." The Onondaga laughed. "It will give Dagaeoga a chance to test himself," he said. "We know already that he is brave in battle and skillful on the trail, and now we will see how he can sit for days and nights without anything to eat, and not complain. He will be a hero, he will draw in his belt notch by notch, and never say a word." "That will do, Tayoga," interrupted the hunter. "While you play upon Robert's nerves you play upon mine also, and they tell me you've said enough. Actually I'm beginning to feel famished." |
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