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“
Can
anything
have
happened
to
him
?
”
“
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
”
cried
the
boatswain
.
“
Dirk
Peters
is
in
his
element
,
and
as
much
at
his
ease
in
the
fog
as
a
polar
bear
.
He
has
got
out
of
one
bad
scrape
;
he
will
get
out
of
a
second
!
”
I
let
Hurliguerly
have
his
say
,
knowing
well
why
the
half
-
breed
kept
out
of
the
way
.
That
night
none
of
us
,
I
am
sure
,
could
sleep
.
We
were
smothered
in
the
tents
,
for
lack
of
oxygen
.
And
we
were
all
more
or
less
under
the
influence
of
a
strange
sort
of
presentiment
,
as
though
our
fate
were
about
to
change
,
for
better
or
worse
,
if
indeed
it
could
be
worse
.
The
night
wore
on
without
any
alarm
,
and
at
six
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
each
of
us
came
out
to
breathe
a
more
wholesome
air
.
The
state
of
things
was
unchanged
,
the
density
of
the
fog
was
extraordinary
.
It
was
,
however
,
found
that
the
barometer
had
risen
,
too
quickly
,
it
is
true
,
for
the
rise
to
be
serious
.
Presently
other
signs
of
change
became
evident
.
The
wind
,
which
was
growing
colder
—
a
south
wind
since
we
had
passed
beyond
the
south
pole
—
began
to
blow
a
full
gale
,
and
the
noises
from
below
were
heard
more
distinctly
through
the
space
swept
by
the
atmospheric
currents
.
At
nine
o
’
clock
the
iceberg
doffed
its
cap
of
vapour
quite
suddenly
,
producing
an
indescribable
transformation
scene
which
no
fairy
’
s
wand
could
have
accomplished
in
less
time
or
with
greater
success
.
In
a
few
moments
,
the
sky
was
clear
to
the
extreme
verge
of
the
horizon
,
and
the
sea
reappeared
,
illumined
by
the
oblique
rays
of
the
sun
,
which
now
rose
only
a
few
degrees
above
it
.
A
rolling
swell
of
the
waves
bathed
the
base
of
our
iceberg
in
white
foam
,
as
it
drifted
,
together
with
a
great
multitude
of
floating
mountains
under
the
double
action
of
wind
and
current
,
on
a
course
inclining
to
the
nor
’
-
nor
’
-
east
“
Land
!
”
This
cry
came
from
the
summit
of
the
moving
mountain
,
and
Dirk
Peters
was
revealed
to
our
sight
,
standing
on
the
outermost
block
,
his
hand
stretched
towards
the
north
.
