The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-06-05
HOW HUNGER FEELS.
s.n.asaons q Fasting Arctic Explorers IL
sight OF Musk Omen

seu.ssaons ef Fasting Arctic Explorers II
sight OF Musk Omen
wonder If a single one of my
readers really knows what hunger
Isl Hen On and myself were worn
to the bU.ie with scant ratiOns and
hard work, and that hard work had
left the little covering on our bones
N the shape Of lean. tense muscles
and wires of sinew. The supper from
the hare-that meal Of fresh, hot.
luscious meat, the first adequate
meal in nearly 600 miles of daily
snowshoeing-had wakened every
meroiless hunger fang that during
the previous weeks had been grad
ually dulled into ineensibility. II
had been the taste of freshly spilled
blood TO the long tanned tiger, and
now the big black animals before US
were not game. but meat. and every
nerve and nber In my gaunt body
was vibrating with a savage lust for
that meat-meat that should be soft
end warm, meat into which the
teeth could sink and tear and rend,
meat that would not blister lips and
tongue with ita frost, nor ring like
a rock against the teeth Painting
and quivering with excitement, we
lay for a few moments. We could
not risk q shot at that distance.
do you thirk they will come for
usi" eaid Matt.
"God knowsl hope 30, boy. for
then we are sure Of some Of them
Are you readyi"
"Yes. SIR. +"
Come on, then"
One of as one side Of the big bowl
der, the other the other, and we
dashed across the rocks and snow
straight toward them. There was IA
snort and stamp from the big bull
guarding the herd, and the next in
slant every animal was on his feet
and, thank God. facing as. The next
they were in close line, with lower
ed heads and horna 1 could havo
yelled for JOY If / had had the breath
to spare Every one of US has read
some of the thrilling stories of trav-
elers in the Russian forests. chasei
by hungry wolves, and our feelinga
have been wrought up to the highest
pitch of sympathy for the poor Eel
lows in their efforts to escape But
did any of US ever stopt to think how
those other poor fellows. the wolves.
felt with their empty stomaohsi
know now what their feelings are
and my sympathies are with thu
wolves. was a wolf myself at thas
Wewere within less than so yardi
of the herd when the big bull, with
a quick motion. lowered his horn~
still more. Instinct, Providence
Gall Ii what you will-told me il was
the signal for the herd to charge
Without slackening my pace, pull
cd my winchester TO my shoulder
and sent a bullet at the back of his
neck over the white, impervious
shield Of the great hornA Heart anil
soul and brain and eyes went with
that singing bullet I felt that was
strong enough and hungry enough
and wolf enough that. had the bull
been alone. could have sprupy
upon him barehanded and torn tho
lifeblood from his throat, but against
the entire herd we would have been
Once the black ava.
Lanche had gained momentum we
would have been crushed by II like
The crunching snow crystals under
our feet. AS the bull fell upon his
knees the herd wavsred. A cow
half turned and, as n it's rifle crack.
ID, fell with a bullet back Of her
lore shoulder. Without raising my
life above my hips. another one
iropped Then another for Matt.
Then the herd broke, and we hur-
ned in pursuit. Peary
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