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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. 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
 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. 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. 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 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
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