Three hours were consumed in cooking, repairing harnesses, and making and breaking camp, and the remaining nine hours dogs and men slept as if dead.

The iron strength of Kama broke.

Day by day the terrific toil sapped him.
Day by day he consumed more of his reserves of strength.

He became slower of movement, the resiliency went out of his muscles, and his limp became permanent.

Yet he labored stoically on, never shirking, never grunting a hint of complaint.