II.
Through long hills and dense forest,
Slocumb’s dogs pulled the sleigh.
Faint traces of Red Billing’s trail
guided Dan along the way.
He found the frozen Indian,
torn apart by many scavengers.
He said then a silent prayer,
since he couldn’t bury him in frozen dirt.
Another day of searching long,
and by a stream he found, at last,
a small gap in a long...
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