“He stayed by the river so he could be close to a source of water. It was already September, he calculated, and winter would come sooner than any man liked in this high country. Just as Bodie had told him so many years ago. He crawled, not knowing where he was going. He had to keep moving, somehow to get back to the fort or to find some other human being—anyone. He had heard some of the remarkable survival stories of other men who had been lost in the wilderness with no weapon, no food, no one e...lse. He had been a man of the mountains himself for a dozen years, through every season, every condition of nature. He was determined that he too would survive. He ate berries and nuts that he found close to the water’s edge, and he crawled on, sleeping at night, moving during the daylight hours. Luckily, he still had his clothes and his knife. And Dog. So he felt he wasn’t totally alone. His fever lingered for several days, but slowly receded, lessening with each slow, agonizing mile and each troubled night of sleep.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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