I did not answer. A hatred was in my heart against this man.

The next day the storm died away, and either three or four days later

the slush-ice between the floes froze definitely. The _Boreal's_ way was

thus blocked. We warped her with ice-anchors and the capstan into the

position in which she should lay up for her winter's drift. This was in

about 79° 20' N. The sun had now totally vanished from our bleak sky,

not to reappear till the following year.

Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the

hummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our

best shot, got a walrus-bull; Clark followed the traditional pursuit of

a Chief, examining Crustacea; Maitland and I were in a relation of close

friendship, and I assisted his meteorological observations in a snow-hut

built near the ship. Often, through the twenty-four hours, a clear blue

moon, very spectral, very fair, suffused all our dim and livid clime.

It was five days before Christmas that Clark made the great

announcement: he had determined, he said, if our splendid northward

drift continued, to leave the ship about the middle of next March for

the dash to the Pole. He would take with him the four reindeer, all the

dogs, four sledges, four kayaks, and three companions. The companions

whom he had decided to invite were: Wilson, Mew, and Maitland.

He said it at dinner; and as he said it, David Wilson glanced at my wan

face with a smile of pleased malice: for _I_ was left out.

I remember well: the aurora that night was in the sky, and at its edge

floated a moon surrounded by a ring, with two mock-moons. But all shone

very vaguely and far, and a fog, which had already lasted some days,

made the ship's bows indistinct to me, as I paced the bridge on my

watch, two hours after Clark's announcement.

For a long time all was very still, save for the occasional whine of a

dog. I was alone, and it grew toward the end of my watch, when Maitland

would succeed me. My slow tread tolled like a passing-bell, and the

mountainous ice lay vague and white around me, its sheeted ghastliness

not less dreadfully silent than eternity itself.

Presently, several of the dogs began barking together, left off, and

began again.

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