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Far to our right the rays decking the prisms of icebergs were gorgeous. Their reflections emitted flashes of garnet, of diamond, of sapphire. FAR TO OUR RIGHT THE RAYS DECKING THE PRISMS OF ICEBERGS WERE GORGEOUS THEIR REFLECTIONS EMITTED FLASHES OF GARNET OF DIAMOND OF SAPPHIRE
 persistence were truly remarkable. On investigation we found less than one-third of our provisions remaining, while to our utter dismay, we discovered that our water-casks had been swept overboard during the violent plungings of our boat. Two of our water-casks were in the main hold, but both were empty. We had a fair supply of food, but no fresh water. I realized at once the awfulness of our position. Presently I was seized with a consuming thirst. "It is indeed bad," remarked my father. "However, let us dry our bedraggled clothing, for we are soaked to the skin. Trust to the god Odin, my son. Do not give up hope." The sun was beating down slantingly, as if we were in a southern latitude, instead of in the far Northland. It was swinging around, its orbit ever visible and rising higher and higher each day, frequently mist-covered, yet always peering through the lacework of clouds like some fretful eye of fate, guarding the mysterious Northland and jealously watching the pranks of man. ND WHEN IT CAME HIS COURAGE AND PERSISTENCE WERE TRULY REMARKABLE ON INVESTIGATION WE FOUND LESS THAN ONE THIRD OF OUR PROVISIONS REMAINING WHILE TO OUR UTTER DISMAY WE DISCOVERED THAT OUR WATER CASKS HAD BEEN SWEPT OVERBOARD DURING THE VIOLENT PLUNGINGS OF OUR BOAT TWO OF OUR WATER CASKS WERE IN THE MAIN HOLD BUT BOTH WERE EMPTY WE HAD A FAIR SUPPLY OF FOOD BUT NO FRESH WATER I REALIZED AT ONCE THE AWFULNESS OF OUR POSITION PRESENTLY I WAS SEIZED WITH A CONSUMING THIRST IT IS INDEED BAD REMARKED MY FATHER HOWEVER LET US DRY OUR BEDRAGGLED CLOTHING FOR WE ARE SOAKED TO THE SKIN TRUST TO THE GOD ODIN MY SON DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE THE SUN WAS BEATING DOWN SLANTICALLY AS IF WE WERE IN A SOUTHERN LATITUDE INSTEAD OF IN THE FAR NORTHLAND IT WAS SWINGING AROUND ITS ORBIT EVER VISIBLE AND RISING HIGHER AND HIGHER EACH DAY FREQUENTLY MISCOVERED YET ALWAYS PEERING THROUGH THE LACEWORK OF CLOUDS LIKE SOME FRETFUL EYE OF FATE GUARDING THE MYSTERIOUS NORTHLAND AND JEALOUSLY WATCHING THE PRANKS OF MAN
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