In the hills of Kilcarrey

Rugged knapsack, save me life. Yawn so that I might catch a glint inside. Then like a sack of potatos I spill it all, aye, in a circle around me. The shaving kit, tins of meat, firestarters, raisins, water tablets, all of it, an astral protection and me the pentagram inside. To build a fire and put you on it, aye, but your skin is no good to me. It's been three days with the rock on me leg. You are empty. I am empty. Rugged knapsack, save me life.