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killed some reindeer and preserved the torn flesh in the ice. It was
preserved thus all the year. Having no axe he transported to his grotto
the splinters of the trees torn to pieces by the frost. Every morning he
began again[3] the struggle with the cold and the solitude, because he
desired to live and to return some day to his hearth. He adored life.

[Footnote 3: Use _volver a_ (with infinitive).]


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He was mistaken. He will not see the spring this month. I believe he can
not suffer longer. What will become of him? When will he see the sun
appear in the dark firmament, where only the stars and the moon are
seen? It is night here; it is January. We see only frozen seas. The snow