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The
crew
uttered
a
simultaneous
cry
.
No
!
this
body
was
not
moving
,
but
it
was
slowly
slipping
off
the
icy
surface
.
I
looked
at
Captain
Len
Guy
.
His
face
was
as
livid
as
that
of
the
corpse
that
had
drifted
down
from
the
far
latitudes
of
the
austral
zone
.
What
could
be
done
was
done
to
recover
the
body
of
the
unfortunate
man
,
and
who
can
tell
whether
a
faint
breath
of
life
did
not
animate
it
even
then
?
In
any
case
his
pockets
might
perhaps
contain
some
document
that
would
enable
his
identity
to
be
established
.
Then
,
accompanied
by
a
last
prayer
,
those
human
remains
should
be
committed
to
the
depths
of
the
ocean
,
the
cemetery
of
sailors
who
die
at
sea
.
A
boat
was
let
down
.
I
followed
it
with
my
eyes
as
it
neared
the
side
of
the
ice
fragment
eaten
by
the
waves
.
Hurliguerly
set
foot
upon
a
spot
which
still
offered
some
resistance
.
Gratian
got
out
after
him
,
while
Francis
kept
the
boat
fast
by
the
chain
.
The
two
crept
along
the
ice
until
they
reached
the
corpse
,
then
drew
it
to
them
by
the
arms
and
legs
and
so
got
it
into
the
boat
.
A
few
strokes
of
the
oars
and
the
boatswain
had
rejoined
the
schooner
.
The
corpse
,
completely
frozen
,
having
been
laid
at
the
foot
of
the
mizen
mast
,
Captain
Len
Guy
approached
and
examined
it
long
and
closely
,
as
though
he
sought
to
recognize
it
.
It
was
the
corpse
of
a
sailor
,
dressed
in
coarse
stuff
,
woollen
trousers
and
a
patched
jersey
;
a
belt
encircled
his
waist
twice
.
His
death
had
evidently
occurred
some
months
previously
,
probably
very
soon
after
the
unfortunate
man
had
been
carried
away
by
the
drift
.
He
was
about
forty
,
with
slightly
grizzled
hair
,
a
mere
skeleton
covered
with
skin
.
He
must
have
suffered
agonies
of
hunger
.
Captain
Len
Guy
lifted
up
the
hair
,
which
had
been
preserved
by
the
cold
,
raised
the
head
,
gazed
upon
the
scaled
eyelids
,
and
finally
said
with
a
sort
of
sob
,
—
“
Patterson
!
Patterson
!
”
“
Patterson
?
”
I
exclaimed
.
The
name
,
common
as
it
was
,
touched
some
chord
in
my
memory
.
When
had
I
heard
it
uttered
?
Had
I
read
it
anywhere
?
