The pines were so dense, so all alike, they looked almost as
if they kept sort of shifting about me. I tried to follow back on
my footprints, but in some places snow had shaken down from the
branches. And there were so many--so dreadfully many other tracks--of
animals--" She put her hands over her face and shrank down in her
chair.
"Forget about them, Sylvie," Hugh admonished gently. "Even if there
had been bears about, they wouldn't likely have bothered you any."
"I can't bring myself to tell you about that time--I can't!"
"Don't, then--only, how did you live through the night, my dear?"
"I don't know--except that I never stayed still. I got out from the
trees because I was afraid of bears, and I lost my hat. The sun was
like fire shining up from underneath and down from up above. My eyes
began to hurt almost at once, and by the time night came, it was
agony. The darkness didn't seem to help me any either; the glare still
seemed to come in under my lids. I couldn't sleep for the pain. I
knew I'd freeze if I stood still, so I kept moving all night,
trampling round in circles, I suppose. Next morning the terrible glare
began again. Then everything went red.
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