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I began to grow weary, and hungry, but I did not wish to stop. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #57)

At other times, they were more closely set, and brush was much about them I avoided such thickets. One did not know what might be within them Once I was very frightened, for I thought I saw a beast's head peering at me, large, and broad, but it did not move. I dared to move to one side, and regard it with more care, and found it was no more than a mixture of brush, branches, light and shadow. I began to grow weary, and hungry, but I did not wish to stop. I had not dared to conceal food in the basket this morning, even had I been permitted in the vicinity of the kitchen, where I might have stolen some, and the storage sheds were chained shut. On the other hand, I had no fear of starvation, at least for many days, until the onset of winter. I knew enough of the forest within the wands to recognize many things outside them which might be eaten; leafy Tur-Pah, parasitic on Tur trees, of course, but, too, certain plants whose roots were edible, as the wild Sul; and there were flat ground pods in tangles which I could tear open, iron lfuit whose shells might be broken between rocks, and autumn gim berries, purple and juicy, perhaps named for the bird, whose cast fruit lies under the snow, the seeds surviving until spring, when one in a thousand might germinate. - (Smugglers of Gor)