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his teeth chattered. "I am going down the hill to warm myself. Who comes?"
But the fear of the fire was on the people, and they whimpered and whined and smote themselves, and told him that he was mad and would be killed. He could not budge them.
"In a little," said old One Eye. "we shall be rested and have strength to go on—but not back."
"Then I go alone," said Sunrise, and he arose and called his mother by name.
