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Show 80. "Hey Old B i l l . He's standing up a l l alone. He's ready to walk! What a r e you going to do for shoes?" Bill came over to the bed and L i t t l e Bill f e l l back doxm and sat there grumbling. "You know I haven't thought of t h a t . His Ma only had knit booties for him-expected they'd be back to c i v i l i z a t i o n I guess before he'd be xraIking." Olaf said. "Give me that big darning needle and one of those deer skins under your bedding, B i l l . I ' l l make him some moccasins." The door res suddenly pushed open,and Weasel staggered in. Sunny jumped for the door that had bloxm from Weasel's mittened hand and forced i t shut. Weasel's face looked blanched and his body s t i f f as though he couldn't bend even his neck. Slowly he xralked to-xrards the stove, reached ' • one arm doxm to a camp stool and almost f e l l onto i t . He sat very upright, breathing in great shudders and didn't seem able to t a l k . After a xrhile he leanedoarefullyover and beat his leg xrith his stiff mittened hand; then put it betxreen his kness and holding them together, he t r i e d to pull the mitten off, but i t slipped from between his knees. Sunny jumped up and helped him pull both mittens off. Bill poured him some hot coffee, moved another camp stool over to put i t on. "Handle of this cup i s hot!" he xrarned. Weasel's breathing got sloxrer, but he s t i l l didn't loosen up, His face gradually changed from the blanched color to a raw red-ish look. He stared straight at the stove-lips pursed, the frost now melting around his nose and mouth and dripping doxm |