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“
No
,
no
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
that
might
lead
to
falls
,
and
I
will
not
permit
anybody
to
leave
the
camp
.
If
land
be
there
,
I
imagine
our
iceberg
will
strike
it
before
long
.
”
“
And
if
it
does
not
?
”
“
If
it
does
not
,
how
are
we
to
make
it
?
”
I
thought
to
myself
that
the
boat
might
very
well
be
used
in
the
latter
case
.
But
Captain
Len
Guy
preferred
to
wait
,
and
perhaps
this
was
the
wiser
course
under
our
circumstances
.
At
eight
o
’
clock
that
evening
the
half
-
condensed
mist
was
so
compact
that
it
was
difficult
to
walk
through
it
.
The
composition
of
the
air
seemed
to
be
changed
,
as
though
it
were
passing
into
a
solid
state
.
It
was
not
possible
to
discern
whether
the
fog
had
any
effect
upon
the
compass
.
I
knew
the
matter
had
been
studied
by
meteorologists
,
and
that
they
believe
they
may
safely
affirm
that
the
needle
is
not
affected
by
this
condition
of
the
atmosphere
.
I
will
add
here
that
since
we
had
left
the
South
Pole
behind
no
confidence
could
be
placed
in
the
indications
of
the
compass
;
it
had
gone
wild
at
the
approach
to
the
magnetic
pole
,
to
which
we
were
no
doubt
on
the
way
.
Nothing
could
be
known
,
therefore
,
concerning
the
course
of
the
iceberg
.
The
sun
did
not
set
quite
below
the
horizon
at
this
period
,
yet
the
waters
were
wrapped
in
tolerably
deep
darkness
at
nine
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
,
when
the
muster
of
the
crew
took
place
.
On
this
occasion
each
man
as
usual
answered
to
his
name
except
Dirk
Peters
.
The
call
was
repeated
in
the
loudest
of
Hurliguerly
’
s
stentorian
tones
.
No
reply
.
“
Has
nobody
seen
Dirk
Peters
during
the
day
?
”
inquired
the
captain
.
“
Nobody
,
”
answered
the
boatswain
.
