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　　(MUSIC)Our story today is called "To Build a Fire." It was written by JackLondon. Here is Harry 2 Monroe with the story.

(MUSIC)Storyteller: The man walked down the trail 3 on a cold, gray day. Purewhite snow and ice covered the Earth for as far as he could see. Thiswas his first winter in Alaska. He was wearing heavy clothes and furboots. But he still felt cold and uncomfortable.

The man was on his way to a camp near Henderson Creek 4. His friendswere already there. He expected to reach Henderson Creek by sixo'clock that evening. It would be dark by then. His friends would havea fire and hot food ready for him.

A dog walked behind the man. It was a big gray animal, half dog andhalf wolf. The dog did not like the extreme 5 cold. It knew the weatherwas too cold to travel.

The man continued to walk down the trail. He came to a frozen 6 streamcalled Indian Creek. He began to walk on the snow-covered ice. It wasa trail that would lead him straight to Henderson Creek and hisfriends.

As he walked, he looked carefully at the ice in front of him. Once, hestopped suddenly, and then walked around a part of the frozen stream.

He saw that an underground spring flowed under the ice at that spot.

It made the ice thin. If he stepped there, he might break through theice into a pool of water. To get his boots wet in such cold weathermight kill him. His feet would turn to ice quickly. He could freeze todeath.

At about twelve o'clock, the man decided 7 to stop to eat his lunch. Hetook off the glove on his right hand. He opened his jacket and shirt,and pulled out his bread and meat. This took less than twenty seconds.

Yet, his fingers began to freeze.

He hit his hand against his leg several times until he felt a sharppain. Then he quickly put his glove on his hand. He made a fire,beginning with small pieces of wood and adding larger ones. He sat ona snow-covered log 8 and ate his lunch. He enjoyed the warm fire for afew minutes. Then he stood up and started walking on the frozen streamagain.

A half hour later, it happened. At a place where the snow seemed verysolid, the ice broke. The man's feet sank into the water. It was notdeep, but his legs got wet to the knees. The man was angry. Theaccident would delay 9 his arrival 10 at the camp. He would have to build afire now to dry his clothes and boots.

He walked over to some small trees. They were covered with snow. Intheir branches were pieces of dry grass and wood left by flood watersearlier in the year. He put several large pieces of wood on the snow,under one of the trees. On top of the wood, he put some grass and drybranches. He pulled off his gloves, took out his matches, and lightedthe fire. He fed the young flame with more wood. As the fire grewstronger, he gave it larger pieces of wood.

He worked slowly and carefully. At sixty degrees below zero, a manwith wet feet must not fail in his first attempt to build a fire.

While he was walking, his blood had kept all parts of his body warm.

Now that he had stopped, cold was forcing his blood to withdraw 11 deeperinto his body. His wet feet had frozen. He could not feel his fingers.

His nose was frozen, too. The skin all over his body felt cold.

Now, however, his fire was beginning to burn more strongly. He wassafe. He sat under the tree and thought of the old men in Fairbanks.

The old men had told him that no man should travel alone in the Yukonwhen the temperature is sixty degrees below zero. Yet here he was. Hehad had an accident. He was alone. And he had saved himself. He hadbuilt a fire.

Those old men were weak, he thought. A real man could travel alone. Ifa man stayed calm, he would be all right. The man's boots were coveredwith ice. The strings 12 on his boots were as hard as steel. He wouldhave to cut them with his knife.

He leaned 13 back against the tree to take out his knife. Suddenly,without warning 14, a heavy mass of snow dropped down. His movement hadshaken the young tree only a tiny bit. But it was enough to cause thebranches of the tree to drop their heavy load. The man was shocked. Hesat and looked at the place where the fire had been.

The old men had been right, he thought. If he had another man withhim, he would not be in any danger now. The other man could build thefire. Well, it was up to him to build the fire again. This time, hemust not fail.

The man collected more wood. He reached into his pocket for thematches. But his fingers were frozen. He could not hold them. He beganto hit his hands with all his force against his legs.

After a while, feeling came back to his fingers. The man reached againinto his pocket for the matches. But the tremendous 15 cold quickly drovethe life out of his fingers. All the matches fell onto the snow. Hetried to pick one up, but failed.

The man pulled on his glove and again beat his hand against his leg.

Then he took the gloves off both hands and picked up all the matches.

He gathered them together. Holding them with both hands, he scratchedthe matches along his leg. They immediately caught fire.

He held the blazing 16 matches to a piece of wood. After a while, hebecame aware that he could smell his hands burning. Then he began tofeel the pain. He opened his hands, and the blazing matches fell on tothe snow. The flame went out in a puff 17 of gray smoke.

The man looked up. The dog was still watching him. The man got anidea. He would kill the dog and bury his hands inside its warm body.

When the feeling came back to his fingers, he could build anotherfire. He called to the dog. The dog heard danger in the man's voice.

It backed away.

The man called again. This time the dog came closer. The man reachedfor his knife. But he had forgotten that he could not bend hisfingers. He could not kill the dog, because he could not hold hisknife.

The fear of death came over the man. He jumped up and began to run.

The running began to make him feel better. Maybe running would makehis feet warm. If he ran far enough, he would reach his friends atHenderson Creek. They would take care of him.

It felt strange to run and not feel his feet when they hit the ground.

He fell several times. He decided to rest a while. As he lay in thesnow, he noticed that he was not shaking. He could not feel his noseor fingers or feet. Yet, he was feeling quite warm and comfortable. Herealized he was going to die.

Well, he decided, he might as well take it like a man. There wereworse ways to die.

The man closed his eyes and floated into the most comfortable sleep hehad ever known 18.

The dog sat facing him, waiting. Finally, the dog moved closer to theman and caught the smell of death. The animal threw back its head. Itlet out a long, soft cry to the cold stars in the black sky.

And then it tuned 19 and ran toward 20 Henderson Creek…where it knew therewas food and a fire.

(MUSIC)Announcer: You have just heard the AMERICAN STORY called "To Build aFire." It was written by Jack 1 London and adapted for Special Englishby Dona de Sanctis. Your storyteller was Harry Monroe. For VOA SpecialEnglish, this is Shep O'Neal.

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