I found the body of the animal badly shrunken, but in condition, as far as putrefaction was concerned, as perfect as when alive.

A big gash had been cut in the ham clear to the bone and the sun had dried the flesh in this.

I was so awful hungry that I took my sheath knife and cut a big steak which I devoured as I walked along, without cooking or salt.

Some may say they would starve before eating such meat, but if they have ever experienced hunger till it begins to draw down the life itself, they will find the impulse of self preservation something not to be controlled by mere reason.

It is an instinct that takes possession of one in spite of himself.
I went down a narrow, dark canon high on both sides and perpendicular, and quite so in many places.