第41章 热爱生活 1（第1页）

第41章热爱生活（1）

LoveofLife

杰克·伦敦Ja

Themanhadfallenintothedhadsprainedhisankle。

&ohisfriend，“Isay，Bill，waitthere。I’vesprainedmyankle。”

Therewasnoanswer。Billhaddisappearedinthedampfog。AlthoughitwasstillAugust，thewildernesslaydloheweaklightoftheafternoonsun。Everywherewasthedullskylihehillswerealllow-lying。Therewereherewasnothiiofearintothema。

“Bill！”hecalledagain，“Bill！”There>

Themaohisfeet，shakingasifhehadafever。Hefoughtagainstthefeari。Hefoundhisgunwherehehaddroppeditiheinuedhiswayslowly。Thegunwasnowuseless，forhehadnoammunitionforit，buthedid。

&edhispacktohisleftshouldersoasthtankleahetopofahill。Fromtherehesawabroadvalley，emptyoflife。

&omofthevalleyy。Hepushedtofollowthetrapanion。

Thoughhewasnowalolost。Fartheraloofirail。Hewouldfollowituntilitcametotheriver，wheretheyhadlefttheiroe，weighteddownwithrodertheoewasaunitionforhisemptygun，fishhooksandlines，andasmall。Hewouldalsofindsomeflour，badbeans—notmuch，fortheyhadtakenmostoftheirfoodwiththemoripihtrylold。

Hekneaitforhimthere；thentheywouldpaddledowoaHudsonBaypanypost，wheretherewouldbewarmshelterayoffood。

&hethoughtsofthemanashelimpedalohehinkthatperhapsBillhaddesertedhim。Themanhadwodays，andnowwastheaddedfearofstarvatiooppedafewtimestoeatsomewildberries，buttheyweremostlyseedsandbitter。Hishuhehour。

&hesunhadslippedbeyondthehorizoruckhisteandfell。Helaystillforsometimewithoutmovement。Thenheslippedoutofhispackstrapsanddraggedhimselftoasittingposition。Itwasdark，andintheliwilighthegatheredsomemoss。Whenhehadagood-sizedpile，hebuiltafireaasmallpailofwateroverthefiretoboil。

Heunedhispadthefirstthinghedidwastoatches。Thereweresixty-seveedthemthreetimestomakesure。Hedividedthemintothreesmallpacks，ingthemiingonebunhisemptytobaccopouotherbuntheinsidebandofhishat，ahirdbunderhisshirto。Hewasafraidthatifhefellieragain，allofhismatewetanduseless。

Hedriedhisfootgearbythefire。Thewetmoshadbeencuttopieces。Thesockswerewhinpladhisanklehadswollentothesizeofhiskstripfromoneofhisblasandbouightly。Hetoreotherstripsandbouhisfeetforfootwear。Hewasdhekherewouldsoohedangerofsnowandfrost。Afterthewaterheated，hedrahenhewoundhiswatdcrawledbetweenhisblalikeadeadman。

Atsixo’clockheawoke，lyingonhisback。Hegazedstraightupintothegrayskyahewashungry。Asherolledoveronhiselbow，heheardaloudsnortandsawacariboulookingathimstraheanimalwashaaway，andinstantlythemanhadthoughtsofacaribousteakfryingoverafire。Hereaptygun，aimed，arigger。Theanimalsheptygunandrana>

Themandgroanedaloudashedraggedhimselftohisfeet。Slowlyherolledhispacktogether。Helookedatthemoose-hidebagthathehispack。Itwasextraweight，aowovalueitstshadnow。However，herolledittogetherwithhispadstartedout。

Thepaininhisaerrific，butitwashatiomach。Thehungerhadbeefrightful。Inalittlewhileheavalleywheresomebirdsroses，“Ker。。。ker。。。ker，”theycriedastheyflewaway。Hethrewstoheothitaone。Heplacedhispathegroualkthebirdslikeacat。

Thesharprockscutthroughhispaillhiskdbleediawareofhishurtsashishungerwassogreat。Hecursedthebirdsahemwiththeirowncry。