wsomever,
I knew there was nothin' to do but to keep at it until I got that axe, so
after a lot o' false throws I got the loop over the handle agin. This
time it held better, and at last the head o' the axe broke through the
snow crust an' then it was easy t' pull it up to me. When I felt the haft
in my hand a little hope come back to me, an' I figgered there might be a
chance t' cut myself loose. But I was lyin' in sech a way that I couldn't
rightly get at the tree noway, an' finally I had to give up tryin'.

"I've hearn more'n once of wild animals caught in traps gnawin' their own
feet off fer the sake o' goin' free, an' the thought come to me of tryin'
to chop myself loose in the same way. I think the only thing that kept me
from doin' it was the thought that I'd rather be dead than be a cripple,
anyway. An' o' course, I knew that arter a while, when I didn't show up
at camp, the boys would suspicion thet somethin' was wrong an' make up
a searchin' party to look for me. There's somethin'in all of us, I
reckon, that keeps right on hopin' up to the very minute that we cash in
an' leaves this here vale o' tears.

"But the worst was yet to come, as the story-book fellers say. It had
begun t' get real dark, when I thinks I hears a rustlin' sound in the
dead underbrush. I grabbed my axe, an' made up my mind to die fightin',
anyway. I knew sooner or later some hungry critter would come along an'
find me laid out there nice an' invitin', without a chance o' protectin'
myself, and I figgered that arter that the end wouldn't be a long ways
off.

"In a few minutes I heard the rustlin' sound again, only this time
nearer. I twisted as far around as I could, and then I saw what was
makin' the noise. Not thirty feet from me one o' the biggest painters I
ever laid eyes on was creepin' stealthily along, sizin' me up with his
glistenin' green eyes as he went.

"When he saw thet I had spotted him he stopped, crouchin' down clost t'
the ground, ready to fight or run, accordin' t' the way things looked
to him. Chances are he was half minded t' run, anyway, fer all the wild
critters is mighty shy of a man, an' as a rule will go the long way
around to keep out o' his way. But this brute was hungry, as I could tell
by his lean flanks, an' he didn't scare as easy as usual. I yelled at
him, but he didn't move, jest sat there an' looked at me with them
unwinkin' eyes, tryin' his best to figger out the way things stood. Every
onct in a whil