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Among the Esquimaux; or, Adventures under the Arctic Circle

Chapter 8 HOPE DEFERRED

Word Count: 1484    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

he one whose light led them to hope for a time that their rescue was at hand. It sounded three times, and evidently the blasts

d to hear in this latitude," remar

ying along the Greenland coast. What's more, I've heard th

aving to do with the Franklin expedit

entical

amaze

finding traces of the ill-fated Franklin expedition of near a half century ago. It afterward came into the possession of the company that owns the cryolite mine at Ivigtut,

how blessed it would have been! But its lights had vanished long ago, and, if its

g Fred. This of necessity was vague and blind, and was accompanied with but a grain of hope. Neither had yet referred to the awful

aring of the air enabled them to pick their way with

t gave us the slip," said Jack, "and I don't

hile the night lasts, but I remember that we penetrated some w

there'll be another lad lost, and the

ied Rob, setting out on th

the sailor, who was carefully descending the

e won't find any signs of his having gone th

it faded from sight in the gloom. Still the youth looked and listened f

incline, making his way with the caution of a timid skater, when, like a flash, his feet flew fro

rifle, and, throwing out his right, he seized a projection of ice, checking himself within a f

s feet and retreating a few paces; "it would have been a pretty hard sw

red in that direction and fallen into the sea, he had left no traces that could be discovere

in as disconsolate a mood as can be imagined. A suspicion that Rob

ope so, for Jack Cosgrove isn't in the mood to see or talk with an

the elder youth, the sailor bowed his head, and, for se

he spent a brief while with his head s

ely that any ship will come as nigh to this thing as the 'Fox' did awhile ago, and I can't see one chance in ten thousand of our being took off. We haven't a mouthf

exhaust of a steamer at low pressure. One less experienced than he would have been deceived into the belief th

ls was disporting himself in the vicinity of the iceberg, an

direction whence came the noise. There was enough starlight for him to trace the outline of the mounta

than of the deep, which for a moment was projected against the sky and then sank ou

, for several minutes, until the d

if he did, he will make the mistake of believing the 'Fox'

e, a prey to his gloomy reflections. He had made up his mind to stay where he was until

er youth, and carefully withheld his fears and beliefs from him. He felt that he

ch of the boys owned an excellent timepiece. He probably fell into a doze, f

etching his arms, and looking in the direction where he expect

was peering through the increasing light, he caught

have you fou

have

have; com

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