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Masters of the Wheat-Lands

Masters of the Wheat-Lands

Bindloss, Harold

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ISBN10: 1153794055
ISBN13: 9781153794053
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 190
Weight: 0.63
Height: 0.43 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ...such as he had not felt since he had, one night several years before, asked for volunteers. He realized that an account of these men's lives might be demanded from him. It was a fortnight later, and they had twice made a perilous landing without finding any sign of life on or behind the hammered beach, when they ran into the first of the ice. The gray day was near its end. The long heave faintly twinkling here and there, ran sluggishly after them. When creeping through a belt of haze they came into sight of several blurrs of grayish white that swung with the dim, green swell. The Selache was slowly lurching over it with everything aloft to the topsails then, and Dampier glanced at the ice with a feeling of deep anxiety. Earlier than I expected, he commented. Anyway, it's a sure thing there's plenty more where that came from. Big patch away to starboard! cried a man in the foremast shrouds. Dampier turned to Wyllard. What are you going to do? What's most advisable? The skipper looked grave. Well, he said, that's quite simple. Get out of this, and head her south just as soon as we can, but I guess that's not quite what you mean. No, admitted Wyllard. I meant for the next few hours or so. In a general way, we're still pushing on. I'm not worrying much about pushing her through. 180 That ice is light and scattered, and as she's going it won't hurt her much if she plugs some in the dark. It's what we're going to do the next two weeks that I'm not sure about. If there's ice we mayn't fetch the creek, where we'd figured on laying her up. It's still most a hundred miles to the north of us. The other inlet I'd fixed on is way further south. This brought them back to the difficulty with which they had grappled at...

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