12. Hugh chose not, yet he crawled;
Habit keeps him moving.
13. He felt the futile strife was nearly o’er.
Hugh will die unless relief comes.
14. And as he went, a muffled rumbling grew,
Far away thunder, the next step in the approach of the storm.
16. Somehow ‘twas coextensive with his thirst,
Confusion of objective and subjective, a not uncommon experience of extreme weakness.
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12. Star-hungry, ranged in regular array, etc.