Benson's as poor a hand at stalking as I know, while a day's rest may save you from getting a snowshoe leg.

As we haven't a sled, it would be awkward to carry you to the factory." They let him go; but when he reached the open his face hardened.

The sky had a threatening look, the snow was soft, and there were wolves about; but he was comparatively safe while daylight lasted, and food must be found.

During the morning he saw wolf tracks, but no sign of a deer, and at noon he sat down for a few minutes in a sheltered hollow and managed to light the half-frozen pipe he kept in an inner pocket.
He had brought nothing to eat, for they had decided that it would be prudent to dispense with a midday meal.

Getting stiffly on his feet, after he had smoked a while, he plodded from bluff to bluff throughout the afternoon.