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though they were something outside you, because you're already more'n half out of your body. But, if so, those jerks ought to have gotten weaker. Instead, they grew stronger. I was being pulled along, with big, swinging jerks. I must be on a sled, I thought. It was then that I began to give up the death idea.
" There was only one alternative: Rescue. I tried to shift, but found myself fast. Finally, I worked a goggle so I could see through a slit in the wrappings, sideways. The blizzard had stopped. The stars were dazzlingly clear. You remember, it was just at the end of the season when we were lost; we got late on our schedule. I lay awhile, peering out, watching a large star hanging clearly above the edge of the plain over which we'd tramped all those days, and now I was pulsing along. I was just turning over and over in my mind: what the dickens could be the team that could pull the way I was being pulled? when suddenly I stopped dead from wondering about that and switched to asking Where? For that bright star had crept down, down toward the horizon.
" Don't you see? I knew my bearings that amount, you bet. I was lying on my right side. The star was setting. We weren't going North-we were going Southl Again I felt I must be dead, or mad. Anyhow, I was frightened out of my acquiescence. I forced my head up a bit so my goggles could get a line ahead. What I saw kept my neck cricked till it nearly broke.
" Yes, I was strapped to a sled heaped over with some wrapping. It was certainly effective enough, for I felt no excessive cold, though it must have been as cold as Dante's Hell. What did send cold right through me, though, was my-my retinue.

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