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Once he crawled upon one that must have been asleep (однажды он наткнулся на одну, которая, наверное, спала). He did not see it till it shot up in his face from its rocky nook (он не видел ее, пока она не взлетела ему в лицо из своего скального укрытия; to shoot up — вскочить, взлететь; nook — угол; укромный уголок, закоулок; глухое, удаленное место). He made a clutch as startled as was the rise of the ptarmigan (он хватанул так же испуганно, как взлетела куропатка; clutch — сжатие; захват; to clutch — схватить; зажать), and there remained in his hand three tail-feathers (и в его руке остались три хвостовых пера). As he watched its flight he hated it (наблюдая за ее полетом, он ненавидел ее), as though it had done him some terrible wrong (как будто она сделала = причинила ему какое-то ужасное зло; wrong — зло, несправедливость). Then he returned and shouldered his pack (потом он вернулся и взвалил на плечи свой вьюк).

As the day wore along he came into valleys or swales (по мере продвижения дня он вступал в долины или болотистые низины; to wear — тянуться, проходить /о времени/) where game was more plentiful (где дичь была более обильна = которые более изобиловали дичью). A band of caribou passed by (стадо карибу прошло мимо), twenty and odd animals (двадцать с лишним животных), tantalizingly within rifle range (дразняще в пределах дальности /выстрела из/ ружья). He felt a wild desire to run after them (он почувствовал дикое желание побежать за ними), a certitude that he could run them down (уверенность, что он сможет догнать их; to run down — догнать, настигнуть). A black fox came toward him (черный песец бежал в его сторону), carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth (неся в пасти куропатку). The man shouted (человек закричал). It was a fearful cry (это был страшный крик), but the fox, leaping away in fright (но песец, отпрыгнув в испуге), did not drop the ptarmigan (не выронил куропатку).

Once he crawled upon one that must have been asleep. He did not see it till it shot up in his face from its rocky nook. He made a clutch as startled as was the rise of the ptarmigan, and there remained in his hand three tail-feathers. As he watched its flight he hated it, as though it had done him some terrible wrong. Then he returned and shouldered his pack.

As the day wore along he came into valleys or swales where game was more plentiful. A band of caribou passed by, twenty and odd animals, tantalizingly within rifle range. He felt a wild desire to run after them, a certitude that he could run them down. A black fox came toward him, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth. The man shouted. It was a fearful cry, but the fox, leaping away in fright, did not drop the ptarmigan.