Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1898-04-03
HOW HUNGER FEELS.
The Peculiar Sensations of Fastinw|
Arctic Explorers in Sight
of MnsIx oxen.

wonder If a single one OF my readers
really knows, what hunger is? Henson
| and myself were worn to the bone with
scant rations and hard work, and that
hard work had left the little coverings
on our bones in the shape of lean, tense
muscles and wires OF sinew. The SUPP
per from the hare, that meal of fresh,
hot luscious meat, the first adequate
meal in nearly GEO miles of daily snow
shoeing, had walsened every mcrciless
hunger fang that during the previous
weeks had been gradually dulled into
insensibility. 1t had been the taste of
freshly spilled blood to the long-tamed
tiger; and now the big black animals
before us were not game, but meat, and
every nerve and fiber in my gaunt body
was vibrating with savage lust for
that meat-meat that should be soft
and warm, meat into which the teeth
could sink and tear and rcnd, meat that
would not blister lips and tongue with
its frost, nor ring lilse a rock against
the teeth Painting and quivering with
excitement, we lay for a few moments.
We could not risk shot at that dis
tanee.
DO you think they viii come for us ?''
said Matt,
God lSnowsl Ihope SO, boy; for then
we are sure of some Of them. Are you
ready?V
Eyes, SIR
"Come on then"
One of us one site of the big bow1der,
the other the other, and we dashed
across the rocks and snow straight
toward them. There was a snort and
stamp from the big bull guarding the
herd, and the next instant every animal
was on his feet, and, thank God, facing
us; the next they were in close line with
lowered heads and horns. could have
yelled for joy If had had the breath to
spare Every one of US has read some Of
the thrilling stories of travellers in the
Russian forests, chased by hungry
wolves, and our feelings have been
wrought up to the highest pitch of SYM
patty for the poor fellows in their cf-
forts to escape. But did any Of US ever
stop to think how those other poor fell
lows, the wolves, felt with their empty
stomachs? / know new what their
feelings are, and my sympathies are
with the wolves. was wolf myselfat
that moment.
We were within less than 30 yards Of
the herd, when the big bull, with nquick
motion, lowered his horns still more.
Instinct, Providence, call it what you
will, told me it was the signal for the
herd to charge. Without slackening my
pace | pulled my Winchester to my
shoulder and sent a bullet at the back OF
his neck over the white, imperpious
shield Of the great horns. Heart, and
soul, and brain, and eyes went with that
singing bullet. / felt that was strong
enough, and hungry enough, and wolf
enough, that, had the bull been alone,
could have sprung upon him barehanded
and torn the lifeblood from his throat.
But against the entire herd we would
have been powerless; once the black
avalanche had gained momentum we
would have been crushed by it like the
cruhching snow crystals under our
feet. As the bull fell upon his knees
the herd wavered. A COW half turned,
and, as Mats rifle cracked, fell with a.
bullet back Of her fore shoulder With
out raising my rifle above my hips, an
other one dropped. Then another for
Matt; then the herd broke, and we
hurried in pursuit.-Lieut Peary, in
Windsor Magazine.