Голод
Part III
Now,whatconcernwasitofhisifIstoodandstroveforastrikingclimaxtoanarticlefortheCommandor?Lord,howutterlyimpossibleitwasformetokeepmyheadabovewater,nomatterhowmuchItried!Istayedthereforthespaceofanhour.Theconstablewenthisway.Thecoldbegantogettoointenseformetokeepstill.Disheartenedanddespondentoverthisabortiveeffort,Iopenedthedooragain,andwentuptomyroom.
Itwascoldupthere,andIcouldbarelyseemywindowfortheintensedarkness.Ifeltmytowardsthebed,pulledoffmyshoes,andsetaboutwarmingmyfeetbetweenmyhands.ThenIlaydown,asIhaddoneforalongtimenow,withallmyclotheson.
ThefollowingmorningIsatupinbedassoonasitgotlight,andsettoworkattheessayoncemore.Isatthustillnoon;Ihadsucceededbytheningettingten,perhapstwentylinesdown,andstillIhadnotfoundanending.
Irose,putonmyshoes,andbegantowalkupanddownthefloortotryandwarmmyself.Ilookedout;therewasrimeonthewindow;itwassnowing.Downintheyardathicklayerofsnowcoveredthepaving-stonesandthetopofthepump.
