KOSKOOSH is the elder in tribe, his sight had failed but his hearing remained good.

One day, the tribe met the snowstorm, so the tribesmen removed the tent and
packed their luggage. And then his son led the tribesmen to left there. The tribesmen
only gave the old men a little pile of wood and remained the old men in the snow
because they thought that they were too old and trouble.

KOSKOOSH placed a stick carefully upon the fire and returned to his thought. He
remembered how he had left his own father along the Klondike River one winter.
KOSKOOSH placed another stick on the fire and let his thoughts travel deeper into
the past .There was the time of the great famine .For a long time he recalled the days
of his youth. until the fire grew cold and the frost bit deeper. He placed two sticks in
the fire.
Suddenly he heard the voice of the wolves. Then his darkened eyes again saw the old
moosethe bloody sides, the torn legs, the great branching horns, fighting to the
last. And his saw the circle move closer until it became a dark point in the middle of
the stamped snow.

A cold nose pushed against his face and at its touch his soul leaped back to the
present. His hand shot into the fire and dragged out a burning stick. He waved his
flaming stick wildly .but not one moved back from his flaming stick. He asked himself
why he so desire life . At last, he dropped the burning stick into the snow. He
dropped his head hopelessly on his knees and dead in there.