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As the weeks wear on you realize that you’re losing weight. You feel increasingly tired, as if the winter is a powerful opponent that is gradually wearing you down. But at last you notice the days getting longer, the sun rising higher in the sky. One day, at dusk, you hear voices. The tribe has returned from the east, bearing litters heaped with frozen reindeer meat! Joyously you run out to meet your old friends. “Ug moogar wooam!” they keep saying. You know this means that they are amazed you survived the winter. Vor, you learn, was trampled to death in a hunt for mammoths. You are shocked to hear this news, but not completely sorry. That night the chief comes up to you, smiling. “Ug magwa win,” he says – “One day you may be chief.” ** The End **