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ow about a little fresh air; Ellis?〃
  〃Right away; sir。〃 Ellis buttoned his coat and added: 〃Might take some time。〃
  〃I don't think so;〃 Swanson said。 〃You may find the bridge and hatchways jammed with broken ice but I doubt it。 My guess is that that ice is so thick that it will have fractured into very large sections and fallen outside clear of the bridge。〃
  I felt my ears pop with the sudden pressure change as the hatch swung up and open and snapped back against its standing latch。 Another; more distant sound as the second hatch cover locked open; and then we heard Ellis on the voice tube。
  〃All clear up top。〃
  〃Raise the antennae;〃 Swanson said。 〃John; have them start transmitting and keep transmitting until their fingers fall off。 Here we are and here we stayuntil we raise Drift Ice Station Zebra。〃
  〃If there's anyone left alive there;〃 I said。 
  〃There's that; of course;〃 Swanson said。 He couldn't look at me。 〃There's always that。〃
 
 
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  This; I thought; death's dreadful conception of a dreadful world; must have been what had chilled the hearts and souls of our far…off Nordic ancestors when life's last tide slowly ebbed and they had tortured their failing minds with fearful imaginings of a bleak and bitter hell of eternal cold。 But it had been all right for the old boys; all they had to do was imagine it; we had to experience the reality of it; and I bad no doubt at all in my mind as to which was easier。 The latter…day Eastern conception of hell was altogether more fortable; at least a man could keep reasonably warm there。
  One thing sure; nobody could keep reasonably warm where Rawlings and I were; standing a half…hour watch on the bridge of the 〃Dolphin〃 and slowly freezing solid。 It had been my own fault entirely that our teeth were chattering like frenzied castanets。 Half an hour after the radio room had started transmitting on Drift Ice Station Zebra's wave length and all without the slightest whisper by way of reply or acknowledgment; I had suggested to mander Swanson that Zebra might possibly be able to hear us without having sufficient power to send a reply but that they might just conceivably let us have an acknowledgment some other way。 I'd pointed out that drift stations habitually carried rocketsthe only way to guide home any lost members of the party if radio munication broke downand radio sondes and rockoons。 The sondes were …radio…carrying balloons that could rise to a height of twenty miles to gather weather information; the rockoons; radio rockets fired from balloons; could rise even higher。 On a moonlit night such as this; those balloons; if released; would be visible at least twenty miles away: if flares were attached to them; at twice that distance。 Swanson had seen my point; called for volunteers for the first watch; and in the circumstances I hadn't had much choice。 Rawlings bad offered to acpany me。
  It was a landscapeif such a bleak; barren; and; featureless desolation could be called a landscapefrom another and ancient world; weird and strange and oddly frightening。 There were no clouds in the sky; but there were no stars; either: this I could not understand。 Low on the southern horizon a milky; misty moon shed its mysterious light over the dark lifelessness of the polar ice cap。 Dark; not white。 One would have expected moonlit ice to shine and sparkle and glitter with the light of a million crystal chandeliers: but it was dark。 The moon was so low in the sky that the dominating color on the ice cap came from the blackness of the long shadows cast by the fantastically ridged and hummocked ice; and where the moon did strike directly; the ice had been so scoured and abraded by the assaults of a thousand ice storms that it had lost almost all its ability to reflect light of any kind。
  This ridged and hummocked ice cap had a strange quality of elusiveness; of impermanence; of evanescence: one moment there; definitively hard and harsh and repellent in its coldly contrasting blacks and whites; the next; ghost…like; blurring coalescing and finally vanishing like a shimmering mirage fading and dying in some ice…bound desert。 But this was no trick of the eye or imagination; it was the result of a ground…level ice storm that rose and swirled and subsided at the dictates of an icy wind that was never less than strong and sometimes gusted up to gale force; a wind that drove before it a swirling rushing fog of billions of needle…pointed ice spicules。 For the most part; standing as we were on the bridge twenty feet above the level of the icethe rest of the 〃Dolphin〃 might never have existed; as far as the eye could tellwe were above this billowing ground swell of ice particlesbut occasionally the wind gusted strongly; and the spicules lifted; drummed demoniacally against the already ice…sheathed starboard side of the sail; drove against the few exposed inches of our skin with all the painfully stinging impact of a sand blaster held at arm's length。 But; unlike a sand blaster; the pain…filled shock of those spear…tipped spicules was only momentary; each wasp…like sting carried with it its own ice…cold anesthetic; and all surface sensation was quickly lost。 Then the wind would drop; the furious rattling on the sail would fade and in the momentary contrast of nearsilence we could hear the stealthy rustling as of a million rats advancing as the ice spicules brushed their blind way across the iron…hard surface of the polar cap。 The bridge thermometer stood at 21°F 530 of frost。 If I were a promoter interested in developing a summer holiday resort; I thought; I wouldn't pay very much attention to this place。
  Rawlings and I stamped our feet; flailed our arms across our chests; shivered non…stop; took what little shelter we could from the canvas wind…break; rubbed our goggles constantly to keep them clear; and never once; except when the ice spicules drove into our faces; stopped examining every quarter of the horizon。 Somewhere out there on those frozen wastes was a lost and dying group of men whose lives might depend upon so little a thing as the momentary misting…up of our goggles。 We stared out over those shifting ice sands until our eyes ached。 But that was all we had for it: just aching eyes。 We saw nothing; nothing at all。 The ice cap remained empty of all signs of life。 Dead。
  When our relief came; Rawlings and I got below with all the speed our frozen and stiffened limbs would allow。 I found mander Swanson sitting on a canvas stool outside the radio room; I stripped off Outer clothes; face coverings; and goggles; took a steaming mug of coffee that had appeared from nowhere; and tried not to hop around too much as the blood came … pounding back into my arms and legs。
  〃How did you cut yourself like that?〃 Swanson asked; concern in his voice。 〃You've a half…inch streak of blood right across your forehead。〃
  〃Flying ice; it just looks bad。〃 I felt tired and pretty low。 〃We're wasting our time transmitting。 If the men on Zebra were without any shelter; it's no wonder all signals ceased long ago。 Without food and shelter; no one could last more than a few hours in that place。 Neither Rawlings nor I is a wilting hot…house flower but after half an hour up there we've both just about had it。〃
  〃I don't know;〃 Swanson said thoughtfully。 〃Look at Amundsen。 Look at Scott; at Peary。 They 〃walked〃 all the way to the Poles。〃
  〃A different breed of men; Captain。 Either that or the sun shone for them。 All I know is that half an hour is too long to be up there。 Fifteen minutes is enough for anyone。〃
  〃Fifteen minutes it shall be。〃 He looked at me; his face carefully devoid of all expression。 〃You haven't much hope?〃
  〃If they're without shelter; I've none。〃
  〃You told me they had an emergency power pack of Nife cells for powering their transmitter;〃 he murmured。 〃You also said those batteries will retain their charge indefinitelyyears; if necessaryirrespective of the weather conditions under which they are stored。 They must have been using that battery a few days ago when they sent out their first S。O。S。 It wouldn't be finished already。〃
  His point was so obvious that I didn't answer。 The battery Wasn't finished; the men were。
  〃I agree with you;〃 he went 

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