"Day had broken cold and gray, exceeding cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth bank, where a dim a little-traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland."
"Once in a while the thought reiterated itself that it was very cold and that he had never experienced such cold. As he walked along he rubbed his cheekbones and nose with the back of his mittened hand."
Somewhere where it's very cold...
The man was walking to reach a camp where they were waiting for him, he was alone accompanied by a dog, his friend.
The cold is horrible, it was burning the man. he felt that at the time he lost the sensitivity of his fingers, but he did not care about the dog; for man thought that the dog had no idea what the cold was.
When they decided to stop, rest and warm up a bit, the fire they lit up was extinguished thanks to an avalanche of snow that fell on the fire. The man was very upset because his fingers were almost frozen and he could not light another fire. His chances of surviving were few.
After realizing that he could no longer light a fire, he and the dog decided to move forward, the man could no longer feel his legs and it was very difficult to walk, but he had to try.
The man could not move forward, he fell many times to the ground because his legs no longer worked. In the end, he died of hypothermia. That's where I remembered that he was warned that he should not go to that place, he knew they were right.
”Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently. With this new-found peace of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good idea, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was like taking an anaesthetic. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to die.”