第41章热爱生活（1）
LoveofLife
杰克·伦敦Ja
Themanhadfallenintothedhadsprainedhisankle。
&ohisfriend，“Isay，Bill，waitthere。I’vesprainedmyankle。”
Therewasnoanswer。Billhaddisappearedinthedampfog。AlthoughitwasstillAugust，thewildernesslaydloheweaklightoftheafternoonsun。Everywherewasthedullskylihehillswerealllow-lying。Therewereherewasnothiiofearintothema。
“Bill！”hecalledagain，“Bill！”There>
Themaohisfeet，shakingasifhehadafever。Hefoughtagainstthefeari。Hefoundhisgunwherehehaddroppeditiheinuedhiswayslowly。Thegunwasnowuseless，forhehadnoammunitionforit，buthedid。
&edhispacktohisleftshouldersoasthtankleahetopofahill。Fromtherehesawabroadvalley，emptyoflife。
&omofthevalleyy。Hepushedtofollowthetrapanion。
Thoughhewasnowalolost。Fartheraloofirail。Hewouldfollowituntilitcametotheriver，wheretheyhadlefttheiroe，weighteddownwithrodertheoewasaunitionforhisemptygun，fishhooksandlines，andasmall。Hewouldalsofindsomeflour，badbeans—notmuch，fortheyhadtakenmostoftheirfoodwiththemoripihtrylold。
Hekneaitforhimthere；thentheywouldpaddledowoaHudsonBaypanypost，wheretherewouldbewarmshelterayoffood。
&hethoughtsofthemanashelimpedalohehinkthatperhapsBillhaddesertedhim。Themanhadwodays，andnowwastheaddedfearofstarvatiooppedafewtimestoeatsomewildberries，buttheyweremostlyseedsandbitter。Hishuhehour。
&hesunhadslippedbeyondthehorizoruckhisteandfell。Helaystillforsometimewithoutmovement。Thenheslippedoutofhispackstrapsanddraggedhimselftoasittingposition。Itwasdark，andintheliwilighthegatheredsomemoss。Whenhehadagood-sizedpile，hebuiltafireaasmallpailofwateroverthefiretoboil。
Heunedhispadthefirstthinghedidwastoatches。Thereweresixty-seveedthemthreetimestomakesure。Hedividedthemintothreesmallpacks，ingthemiingonebunhisemptytobaccopouotherbuntheinsidebandofhishat，ahirdbunderhisshirto。Hewasafraidthatifhefellieragain，allofhismatewetanduseless。
Hedriedhisfootgearbythefire。Thewetmoshadbeencuttopieces。Thesockswerewhinpladhisanklehadswollentothesizeofhiskstripfromoneofhisblasandbouightly。Hetoreotherstripsandbouhisfeetforfootwear。Hewasdhekherewouldsoohedangerofsnowandfrost。Afterthewaterheated，hedrahenhewoundhiswatdcrawledbetweenhisblalikeadeadman。
Atsixo’clockheawoke，lyingonhisback。Hegazedstraightupintothegrayskyahewashungry。Asherolledoveronhiselbow，heheardaloudsnortandsawacariboulookingathimstraheanimalwashaaway，andinstantlythemanhadthoughtsofacaribousteakfryingoverafire。Hereaptygun，aimed，arigger。Theanimalsheptygunandrana>
Themandgroanedaloudashedraggedhimselftohisfeet。Slowlyherolledhispacktogether。Helookedatthemoose-hidebagthathehispack。Itwasextraweight，aowovalueitstshadnow。However，herolledittogetherwithhispadstartedout。
Thepaininhisaerrific，butitwashatiomach。Thehungerhadbeefrightful。Inalittlewhileheavalleywheresomebirdsroses，“Ker。。。ker。。。ker，”theycriedastheyflewaway。Hethrewstoheothitaone。Heplacedhispathegroualkthebirdslikeacat。
Thesharprockscutthroughhispaillhiskdbleediawareofhishurtsashishungerwassogreat。Hecursedthebirdsahemwiththeirowncry。