breathless...in the woods!

This is the God's honest truth! I was so driven mad by swarms of flies that I threw down my trouting rod and basket, slung off my pack and just ran! Ran as fast and far as I could before I had to stop. It was hot, no wind and I could gain a few moments before the swarm would find me...at which point I would have to run again. Very few trout were caught that day and I must have sweat out a gallon of fluid (I figure the flies took at least that much in blood!) I've heard tell that a person lost in the interior of Labrador will go mad before he starves (which people have done ...see Leonidas Hubbard's story...another time perhaps). I believe it beyond a doubt.