After a long time the boy said: "Sanna, you must not sleep; for do you
remember what father said, that if one sleeps in the mountains one will
freeze to death, as the old hunter slept and sat four months dead on
that stone and no one had known where he was."
"No, I shall not sleep," said the little girl feebly. Conrad had shaken
her by a corner of her coat, in order to make her listen to his words.
Then there was silence again.
After a little while, the boy felt a soft pressure against his arm which
became ever heavier. Sanna had fallen asleep and had sunk over toward
him.
"Sanna, don't sleep, please, don't sleep!" he said.
"No," she mumbled drowsily, "I shall not sleep."
He moved farther away from her, in order to make her move; she toppled
over and would have continued sleeping on the ground. He took hold of
her shoulder and shook her. As he moved a little more, he noticed that
he was feeling cold himself and that his arm had grown numb. He was
frightened and jumped up. He seized his sister, shook her more
vigorously and said, "Sanna, get up a little, we want to stand up a
little so that we shall feel better."
"I am not cold, Conrad," she answered.
"Yes indeed you are, Sanna, get up," he cried.
"My fur-jacket is warm," she said.
"I shall help you up," he said.
"No," she replied, and lay still.
Then something else occurred to the boy.
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