Last of the food is gone.
Getting weaker every day.
Had to eat the last of the sled dogs yesterday.
Finally came upon the shack of an old miner who fixed me a plate of BBQ pork-upine ribs, fries and thick sourdough bread. .
I had to spit out the quills, but it renewed my strength.
Save those quills, Rick. They make good tooth picks, sewing needles, and tube-beads that you can trade to marooned travelers for things to trade with others for supplies for the winter.
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