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Dared I think it possible that my father still lived? It was but a ray of hope that flamed up in my heart. But the anticipation warmed my blood in my veins and started it rushing like some rare stimulant through every fiber of my body. DARED I THINK IT POSSIBLE THAT MY FATHER STILL LIVED IT WAS BUT A RAY OF HOPE THAT FLAMED UP IN MY HEART BUT THE ANTICIPATION WARMED MY BLOOD IN MY VEINS AND STARTED OUT RUSHING LIKE SOME RARE STIMULANT THROUGH EVERY FIBER OF MY BODY
as in a saucer, with the waters pouring in on every side. A moment more and I lost consciousness. When I partially recovered my senses, and roused from the swoon of a half-drowned man, I found myself wet, stiff, and almost frozen, lying on the iceberg. But there was no sign of my father or of our little fishing sloop. The monster berg had recovered itself, and, with its new balance, lifted its head perhaps fifty feet above the waves. The top of this island of ice was a plateau perhaps half an acre in extent. I loved my father well, and was grief-stricken at the awfulness of his death. I railed at fate, that I, too, had not been permitted to sleep with him in the depths of the ocean. Finally, I climbed to my feet and looked about me. The purple-domed sky above, the shoreless green ocean beneath, and only an occasional iceberg discernible! My heart sank in hopeless despair. I cautiously picked my way across the berg toward the other side, hoping that our fishing craft had righted itself. OUND ME IN FRENZIED ANGER I WAS IN A SAUCER WITH THE WATERS POURING IN ON EVERY SIDE A MOMENT MORE AND I LOST CONSCIOUSNESS WHEN I PARTIALLY RECOVERED MY SENSES AND ROUSED FROM THE SWOON OF A HALF DROWNED MAN I FOUND MYSELF WET STIFF AND ALMOST FROZEN LYING ON THE ICEBERG BUT THERE WAS NO SIGN OF MY FATHER OR OF OUR LITTLE FISHING SLOOP THE MONSTER BERG HAD RECOVERED ITSELF AND WITH ITS NEW BALANCE LIFTED ITS HEAD PERHAPS FIFTY FEET ABOVE THE WAVES THE TOP OF THIS ISLAND OF ICE WAS A PLATEAU PERHAPS HALF AN ACRE IN EXTENT I LOVED MY FATHER WELL AND WAS GRIEF STRICKEN AT THE AWFULNESS OF HIS DEATH I RAILED AT FATE THAT I TOO HAD NOT BEEN PERMITTED TO SLEEP WITH HIM IN THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN FINALLY I CLIMBED TO MY FEET AND LOOKED ABOUT ME THE PURPLE DOMED SKY ABOVE THE SHORELESS GREEN OCEAN BENEATH AND ONLY AN OCCASIONAL ICEBERG DISCERNIBLE MY HEART SANK IN HOPELESS DESPAIR I CAUTIOUSLY PICKED MY WAY ACROSS THE BERG TOWARD THE OTHER SIDE HOPING THAT OUR FISHING CRAFT HAD RIGHTED ITSELF
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