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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. 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
l their fury, like white-fanged wolves eager for human prey. In this supreme moment of mental anguish, I remember glancing at our boat, which was lying on its side, and wondering if it could possibly right itself, and if my father could escape. Was this the end of our struggles and adventures? Was this death? All these questions flashed through my mind in the fraction of a second, and a moment later I was engaged in a life and death struggle. The ponderous monolith of ice sank below the surface, and the frigid waters gurgled around 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. USH INTO THE DEPRESSION IN ALL THEIR FURY LIKE WHITE FANGED WOLVES EAGER FOR HUMAN PREY IN THIS SUPREME MOMENT OF MENTAL ANGUISH I REMEMBER GLANCING AT OUR BOAT WHICH WAS LYING ON ITS SIDE AND WONDERING IF IT COULD POSSIBLY RIGHT ITSELF AND IF MY FATHER COULD ESCAPE WAS THIS THE END OF OUR STRUGGLES AND ADVENTURES WAS THIS DEATH ALL THESE QUESTIONS FLASHED THROUGH MY MIND IN THE FRACTION OF A SECOND AND A MOMENT LATER I WAS ENGAGED IN A LIFE AND DEATH STROLL THE PONDEROUS MONOLITH OF ICE SANK BELOW THE SURFACE AND THE FRIGID WATERS GURGLED AROUND 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
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