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captors and their team kept up, breasting that slope. I might have been wrong about East and West-not about North and South. You know, Antarctica rises, sweeping up from the northern seacoast and the Great Ice Barrier to that awe-inspiring range from which tower those two most terrible peaks in the world-the volcanoes aptly named Erebus and Terrorinfernal fire blasting out on infernal cold. Poor little life shudders away as these two ancient enemies rush out at each other.
" Well, there we were, swinging along up that slope to where those awful bastions of the Inferno towered above us. The most modest fancy that flitted through my pulsing head was that some mad, unknown Eskimo cannibals were whisking off this windfall of fresh meat to broil it in some convenient larva crack.
" I suppose I was terribly exhausted. I must have dozed off, because I had failed to keep my lookout. Anyhow, next time I squinted ahead we had made wonderful progress. The team was still bounding ahead, the flapping teamsters still prancing along beside them, and we were far up the slope at the top of which I felt sure my sorry miseries would end. That was true enough. But truth was stranger than my wildest dread. The jerking was extremely tiring in itself, and, of course, I was nearly dead with fatigue to start with. It doesn't matter whether you call it a dead faint or a sleep of complete exhaustion.
" My next waking did what I'd certainly have bet was impossible-it beat my first-and beat it hollow-so hollow that though I remembered my start at that first come-to, at that second I thought again that now at last it must be true-this is

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