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"
If
we
do
n't
find
it
before
dark
we
are
dead
men
,
that
is
all
about
it
,
"
was
my
consolatory
reply
.
For
the
next
ten
minutes
we
trudged
in
silence
,
when
suddenly
Umbopa
,
who
was
marching
along
beside
me
,
wrapped
in
his
blanket
,
and
with
a
leather
belt
strapped
so
tightly
round
his
stomach
,
to
"
make
his
hunger
small
,
"
as
he
said
,
that
his
waist
looked
like
a
girl
's
,
caught
me
by
the
arm
.
"
Look
!
"
he
said
,
pointing
towards
the
springing
slope
of
the
nipple
.
I
followed
his
glance
,
and
some
two
hundred
yards
from
us
perceived
what
appeared
to
be
a
hole
in
the
snow
.
"
It
is
the
cave
,
"
said
Umbopa
.
We
made
the
best
of
our
way
to
the
spot
,
and
found
sure
enough
that
the
hole
was
the
mouth
of
a
cavern
,
no
doubt
the
same
as
that
of
which
da
Silvestra
wrote
.
We
were
not
too
soon
,
for
just
as
we
reached
shelter
the
sun
went
down
with
startling
rapidity
,
leaving
the
world
nearly
dark
,
for
in
these
latitudes
there
is
but
little
twilight
.
So
we
crept
into
the
cave
,
which
did
not
appear
to
be
very
big
,
and
huddling
ourselves
together
for
warmth
,
swallowed
what
remained
of
our
brandy
--
barely
a
mouthful
each
--
and
tried
to
forget
our
miseries
in
sleep
.
But
the
cold
was
too
intense
to
allow
us
to
do
so
,
for
I
am
convinced
that
at
this
great
altitude
the
thermometer
can
not
have
marked
less
than
fourteen
or
fifteen
degrees
below
freezing
point
.
What
such
a
temperature
meant
to
us
,
enervated
as
we
were
by
hardship
,
want
of
food
,
and
the
great
heat
of
the
desert
,
the
reader
may
imagine
better
than
I
can
describe
.
Suffice
it
to
say
that
it
was
something
as
near
death
from
exposure
as
I
have
ever
felt
.
There
we
sat
hour
after
hour
through
the
still
and
bitter
night
,
feeling
the
frost
wander
round
and
nip
us
now
in
the
finger
,
now
in
the
foot
,
now
in
the
face
.
In
vain
did
we
huddle
up
closer
and
closer
;
there
was
no
warmth
in
our
miserable
starved
carcases
.
Sometimes
one
of
us
would
drop
into
an
uneasy
slumber
for
a
few
minutes
,
but
we
could
not
sleep
much
,
and
perhaps
this
was
fortunate
,
for
if
we
had
I
doubt
if
we
should
have
ever
woke
again
.
Indeed
,
I
believe
that
it
was
only
by
force
of
will
that
we
kept
ourselves
alive
at
all
.
Not
very
long
before
dawn
I
heard
the
Hottentot
Ventvögel
,
whose
teeth
had
been
chattering
all
night
like
castanets
,
give
a
deep
sigh
.
Then
his
teeth
stopped
chattering
.
I
did
not
think
anything
of
it
at
the
time
,
concluding
that
he
had
gone
to
sleep
.
His
back
was
resting
against
mine
,
and
it
seemed
to
grow
colder
and
colder
,
till
at
last
it
felt
like
ice
.
At
length
the
air
began
to
grow
grey
with
light
,
then
golden
arrows
sped
across
the
snow
,
and
at
last
the
glorious
sun
peeped
above
the
lava
wall
and
looked
in
upon
our
half-frozen
forms
.
Also
it
looked
upon
Ventvögel
,
sitting
there
amongst
us
,
stone
dead
.
No
wonder
his
back
felt
cold
,
poor
fellow
.
He
had
died
when
I
heard
him
sigh
,
and
was
now
frozen
almost
stiff
.
Shocked
beyond
measure
,
we
dragged
ourselves
from
the
corpse
--
how
strange
is
that
horror
we
mortals
have
of
the
companionship
of
a
dead
body
--
and
left
it
sitting
there
,
its
arms
clasped
about
its
knees
.
