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 the North, but he went at a snail's pace, and was soon distanced by the others.

The old man's arms were full of unfinished bows, and his good tools and his precious flints. He walked along, limping at the very tail of the procession, and gradually dropping further and further behind.

And after a little as he was stumping along and dragging his crushed foot after him, the fire caught up with him and threw him on his face, and passed on.