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I
was
on
the
point
of
exclaiming
:
“
And
what
if
your
brother
and
your
countrymen
have
found
refuge
on
some
spot
of
the
land
that
undoubtedly
lies
about
us
?
”
But
I
restrained
myself
.
Of
what
avail
was
it
to
reawaken
our
captain
’
s
grief
?
He
,
too
,
must
have
contemplated
this
eventuality
,
and
he
had
not
renounced
his
purpose
of
further
search
without
being
fully
convinced
of
the
folly
of
a
last
attempt
.
During
those
three
days
of
fog
I
had
not
caught
sight
of
Dirk
Peters
,
or
rather
he
had
made
no
attempt
to
approach
,
but
had
remained
inflexibly
at
his
post
by
the
boat
.
Martin
Holt
’
s
questions
respecting
his
brother
Ned
seemed
to
indicate
that
his
secret
was
known
—
at
least
in
part
,
and
the
half
-
breed
held
himself
more
than
ever
aloof
,
sleeping
while
the
others
watched
,
and
watching
in
their
time
of
sleep
.
I
even
wondered
whether
he
regretted
having
confided
in
me
,
and
fancied
that
he
had
aroused
my
repugnance
by
his
sad
story
.
If
so
,
he
was
mistaken
;
I
deeply
pitied
the
poor
half
-
breed
.
Nothing
could
exceed
the
melancholy
monotony
of
the
hours
which
we
passed
in
the
midst
of
a
fog
so
thick
that
the
wind
could
not
lift
its
curtain
.
The
position
of
the
iceberg
could
not
be
ascertained
.
It
went
with
the
current
at
a
like
speed
,
and
had
it
been
motionless
there
would
have
been
no
appreciable
difference
for
us
,
for
the
wind
had
fallen
—
at
least
,
so
we
supposed
—
and
not
a
breath
was
stirring
.
The
flame
of
a
torch
held
up
in
the
air
did
not
flicker
.
The
silence
of
space
was
broken
only
by
the
clangour
of
the
sea
-
birds
,
which
came
in
muffled
croaking
tones
through
the
stifling
atmosphere
of
vapour
.
Petrels
and
albatross
swept
the
top
of
the
iceberg
,
where
they
kept
a
useless
watch
in
their
flight
.
In
what
direction
were
those
swift
-
winged
creatures
—
perhaps
already
driven
towards
the
confines
of
the
arctic
region
at
the
approach
of
winter
—
bound
?
We
could
not
tell
.
One
day
,
the
boatswain
,
who
was
determined
to
solve
this
question
if
possible
,
having
mounted
to
the
extreme
top
,
not
without
risk
of
breaking
his
neck
,
came
into
such
violent
contact
with
a
quebranta
huesos
—
a
sort
of
gigantic
petrel
measuring
twelve
feet
with
spread
wings
—
that
he
was
flung
on
his
back
.
“
Curse
the
bird
!
”
he
said
on
his
return
to
the
camp
,
addressing
the
observation
to
me
.
“
I
have
had
a
narrow
escape
!
A
thump
,
and
down
I
went
,
sprawling
.
I
saved
myself
I
don
’
t
know
how
,
for
I
was
all
but
over
the
side
.
Those
ice
ledges
,
you
know
,
slip
through
one
’
s
fingers
like
water
.
I
called
out
to
the
bird
,
‘
Can
’
t
you
even
look
before
you
,
you
fool
?
’
But
what
was
the
good
of
that
?
The
big
blunderer
did
not
even
beg
my
pardon
!
”
In
the
afternoon
of
the
same
day
our
ears
were
assailed
by
a
hideous
braying
from
below
.
Hurliguerly
remarked
that
as
there
were
no
asses
to
treat
us
to
the
concert
,
it
must
be
given
by
penguins
.
Hitherto
these
countless
dwellers
in
the
polar
regions
had
not
thought
proper
to
accompany
us
on
our
moving
island
;
we
had
not
seen
even
one
,
either
at
the
foot
of
the
iceberg
or
on
the
drifting
packs
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
that
they
were
there
in
thousands
,
for
the
music
was
unmistakably
that
of
a
multitude
of
performers
.
Now
those
birds
frequent
by
choice
the
edges
of
the
coasts
of
islands
and
continents
in
high
latitudes
,
or
the
ice
-
fields
in
their
neighbourhood
.
Was
not
their
presence
an
indication
that
land
was
near
?
I
asked
Captain
Len
Guy
what
he
thought
of
the
presence
of
these
birds
.
“
I
think
what
you
think
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
”
he
replied
.
“
Since
we
have
been
drifting
,
none
of
them
have
taken
refuge
on
the
iceberg
,
and
here
they
are
now
in
crowds
,
if
we
may
judge
by
their
deafening
cries
.
From
whence
do
they
come
?
No
doubt
from
land
,
which
is
probably
near
.
”
“
Is
this
West
’
s
opinion
?
”
