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Oh! horror of horrors! to be cast away in this wide expanse of waters without food or drink, and only a treacherous iceberg for an abiding place. My heart sank within me, and all semblance of hope was fading into black despair. Then the hand of the Deliverer was extended, and the death like stillness of a solitude rapidly becoming unbearable was suddenly broken by the firing of a signal gun. OH HORROR OF HORRORS TO BE CAST AWAY IN THIS WIDE EXPANSE OF WATERS WITHOUT FOOD OR DRINK ONLY A TREACHEROUS ICEBERG FOR AN ABIDING PLACE MY HEART SANK WITHIN ME AND ALL SEMBLANCE OF HOPE WAS FADING INTO BLACK DESPAIR THEN THE HAND OF THE DELIVERER WAS EXTENDED AND THE DEATHLIKE STILLNESS OF A SOLITUDE RAPIDLY BECOMING UNBEARABLE WAS SUDDENLY BROKEN BY THE FIRING OF A SIGNAL GUN
y. I crept close to the precipitous side of the iceberg, and peered far down, hoping, still hoping. Then I made a circle of the berg, scanning every foot of the way, and thus I kept going around and around. One part of my brain was certainly becoming maniacal, while the other part, I believe, and do to this day, was perfectly rational. I was conscious of having made the circuit a dozen times, and while one part of my intelligence knew, in all reason, there was not a vestige of hope, yet some strange fascinating aberration bewitched and compelled me still to beguile myself with expectation. The other part of my brain seemed to tell me that while there was no possibility of my father being alive, yet, if I quit making the circuitous pilgrimage, if I paused for a single moment, it would be acknowledgment of defeat, and, should I do this, I felt that I should go mad. Thus, hour after hour I walked around and around, afraid to stop and rest, yet physically powerless to continue much longer. T THROUGH EVERY FIBER OF MY BODY I CREPT CLOSE TO THE PRECIPITOUS SIDE OF THE ICEBERG AND PEERED FAR DOWN HOPING STILL HOPING THEN I MADE A CIRCLE OF THE BERG SCANNING EVERY FOOT OF THE WAY AND TH I KEPT GOING AROUND AND AROUND ONE PART OF MY BRAIN WAS CERTAINLY BECOMING MANIACAL WHILE THE OTHER PART I BELIEVE AND DUE TO THIS DAY WAS PERFECTLY RATIONAL I WAS CONSCIOUS OF HAVING MADE THE CIRCUIT A DOZEN TIMES AND WHILE ONE PART OF MY INTELLIGENCE KNEW IN ALL REASON THERE WAS NOT A VESTIGE OF HOPE YET SOME STRANGE FASCINATING ABERRATION BEWITCHED AND COMPELLED ME STILL TO BEGUILE MYSELF WITH EXPECTATION THE OTHER PART OF MY BRAIN SEEMED TO TELL ME THAT WHILE THERE WAS NO POSSIBILITY OF MY FATHER BEING ALIVE YET IF I QUIT MAKING THE SUPRICIOUS PILGRIMAGE IF I PAUSED FOR A SINGLE MOMENT IT WOULD BE ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF DEFEAT AND SHOULD I DO THIS I FELT THAT I SHOULD GO MAD THUS HOUR AFTER HOUR I WALKED AROUND AND AROUND AFRAID TO STOP AND REST YET PHYSICALLY POWERLESS TO CONTINUE MUCH LONGER
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