The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1898-04-09
HOW HUNGER FEELS.
Sensations of Fasting Arctic Explorers In
Sight of III uszl Oxen.

Sight OF III usti oxen.
wonder if single one Of my
readers really knows what hunger
isl Henson and my>Af were worn
to the bone with scans cations and
hard work, and that haro Work had
left the little covering on our bones
in 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 Weakened every
merciless hunger fang that during
the previous weeks had been grad
ually dulled into insensibi]ity. It
had been the taste of freshly spilled
blood to the long tanned tiger, and
now the big black animals before us
we're not game, but meat, and every
nerve and fiber in my gaunt body
was vibrating with a savage lust for
that meat-meat that should be soft
and warm, meat into which the
teeth could sink and tear and rend,
meat that would not blister lips and
tongue with it's frost, nor ring like
a rock against the teeth. Painting
and quivering with excitement, we
Law for a few moments. We could
not risk shot at that distance.
"Do you think they will come for
us?" said Matt.
9"God knows! l hope SO, boy, for
then we are sure of some of them.
Are you ready?''
eyes, sir. -
"Come on, then"
One of US one side Of the big bowl.
der, 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 in
slant every animal was on his feet
and, thank God, facing us. The next
they were in close line, with lower
ed heads and horns. could have
yelled for joy if I had had the breath
to spare. Every one of us has read
some of the thrilling stories Of trav-
elers in the Russian forests, chased
by hungry wolves, and our feelings
have been wrought up to the highest
pitch of sympathy for the poor fel
lows in their efforts to escape. But
did any Of us ever stop to think how
those other poor fellows, the wolves,
felt with their empty stomaohs? !
know now what their feelings are.
and my sympathies are with the
wolves. was wolf myself at that
moment.
We were within less than SO yards
of the herd when the big bull, with
a. quick 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, pull
ed my winchester to my shoulder
and sent a bullet at the back OF his
neck over the white, impervious
shield of the great horns. Heart and
soul and brain and eyes went with
that singing bullet. felt that Twas
strong enough and hungry enough
and wolf enough that, had the bul
been alone, l could have sprung
upon him barehanded and torn thu
lifeblood from his throat, but agalns
the entire herd we would have beer
powerless. Once the black ava
lanche had gained momentum WI
would have been crushed by it lik'
the crunching snow crystals unde:
our feet. As the bull fell upon hi
knees the herd wavered. A GOV
half turned and, as Matt rifle crack
ed. fell with bullet back of he
fore shoulder. Without raising IN,
rifle above my hips, another on
dropped. Then another for Matt
Then the herd broke, and we hun
ried in ursuit.-Lieutenant Pear,
| IN Windsor Maoazino.