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excerpt from:
To Build a Fire
BY JACK LONDON

Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the earth-bank, where a dim and little traveled trail led eastward through fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself looking at his watch. It was nine o'clock. There was no nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom made the day dark, and that was due to the absence sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was to the lack of sun. It had been days since he seen the sun, and he knew that a few more-days pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep the sky-line and dip immediately from view.

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