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“
That
vessel
down
there
will
give
us
a
lift
now
,
”
said
North
Wind
;
“
and
after
that
I
must
do
the
best
I
can
.
”
She
managed
to
hide
him
amongst
the
flags
of
the
big
ship
,
which
were
all
snugly
stowed
away
,
and
on
and
on
they
sped
towards
the
north
.
At
length
one
night
she
whispered
in
his
ear
,
“
Come
on
deck
,
Diamond
;
”
and
he
got
up
at
once
and
crept
on
deck
.
Everything
looked
very
strange
.
Here
and
there
on
all
sides
were
huge
masses
of
floating
ice
,
looking
like
cathedrals
,
and
castles
,
and
crags
,
while
away
beyond
was
a
blue
sea
.
“
Is
the
sun
rising
or
setting
?
”
asked
Diamond
.
“
Neither
or
both
,
which
you
please
.
I
can
hardly
tell
which
myself
.
If
he
is
setting
now
,
he
will
be
rising
the
next
moment
.
”
“
What
a
strange
light
it
is
!
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
have
heard
that
the
sun
doesn
’
t
go
to
bed
all
the
summer
in
these
parts
.
Miss
Coleman
told
me
that
.
I
suppose
he
feels
very
sleepy
,
and
that
is
why
the
light
he
sends
out
looks
so
like
a
dream
.
”
“
That
will
account
for
it
well
enough
for
all
practical
purposes
,
”
said
North
Wind
.
Some
of
the
icebergs
were
drifting
northwards
;
one
was
passing
very
near
the
ship
.
North
Wind
seized
Diamond
,
and
with
a
single
bound
lighted
on
one
of
them
—
a
huge
thing
,
with
sharp
pinnacles
and
great
clefts
.
The
same
instant
a
wind
began
to
blow
from
the
south
.
North
Wind
hurried
Diamond
down
the
north
side
of
the
iceberg
,
stepping
by
its
jags
and
splintering
;
for
this
berg
had
never
got
far
enough
south
to
be
melted
and
smoothed
by
the
summer
sun
.
She
brought
him
to
a
cave
near
the
water
,
where
she
entered
,
and
,
letting
Diamond
go
,
sat
down
as
if
weary
on
a
ledge
of
ice
.
Diamond
seated
himself
on
the
other
side
,
and
for
a
while
was
enraptured
with
the
colour
of
the
air
inside
the
cave
.
It
was
a
deep
,
dazzling
,
lovely
blue
,
deeper
than
the
deepest
blue
of
the
sky
.
The
blue
seemed
to
be
in
constant
motion
,
like
the
blackness
when
you
press
your
eyeballs
with
your
fingers
,
boiling
and
sparkling
.
But
when
he
looked
across
to
North
Wind
he
was
frightened
;
her
face
was
worn
and
livid
.
“
What
is
the
matter
with
you
,
dear
North
Wind
?
”
he
said
.
