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Islanded Chapt. 9 Four Bites of a Cherry No drop can touch the skin of a bird The beast at his feet finds food There is none so wretched and none ^[[so poor]] As man, - in solitude. Burton slid for some distance, and then, catching at a ^[[bunch]] of grass, found a foot-hold in the rock and stood, firmly, but in rather a perilous position, hardly venturing to breathe lest he should destroy his balance, until Arnheim stripping off his coat lay down in the snow, and bidding me keep fast hold of his feet, I held the garment for him to cling to, [[strikethrough]] up [[/strikethrough]] and, if possible, climb up by. This he succeeded in doing and after much panting his hands and then his face, pretty white