for he had been looking upon death by freezing, and he himself was terribly cold, terribly tired, and—he admitted it now—completely lost.
But he went on for a long time—four or five hundred years. And it grew darker and colder.
He began to talk to himself, to try and steady himself, as he had done ever since childhood at forsaken times.
"Troubles," he said, "You're full of troubles, aren't you, old man? You always were. But this is the worst. You can't walk very much farther, can you? I can't. And if you don't get helped by some one pretty soon, you're going to come to the end of your troubles. And, Troubles, do you know, I think that's what's going to happen to you and me, and I want you to stand up to it if it comes [gulp] and face it like a man. Now let's rest a little, Troubles, will we?"
Troubles and Aladdin rested a little. When the rest was over they could hardly
