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'Why, mistress, I reckon we a' must die some way; and I'd as soon go

down into the deep waters as be choked up wi' moulds.' 'But it must be so cold,' said Sylvia, shuddering and giving a

little poke to the fire to warm her fancy.

'Cold!' said her father, 'what do ye stay-at-homes know about cold,

a should like to know? If yo'd been where a were once, north

latitude 81, in such a frost as ye ha' niver known, no, not i' deep

winter, and it were June i' them seas, and a whale i' sight, and a

were off in a boat after her: an' t' ill-mannered brute, as soon as

she were harpooned, ups wi' her big awkward tail, and struck t' boat

i' her stern, and chucks me out into t' watter. That were cold, a

can tell the'! First, I smarted all ower me, as if my skin were

suddenly stript off me: and next, ivery bone i' my body had getten

t' toothache, and there were a great roar i' my ears, an' a great

dizziness i' my eyes; an' t' boat's crew kept throwin' out their

oars, an' a kept clutchin' at 'em, but a could na' make out where

they was, my eyes dazzled so wi' t' cold, an' I thought I were bound

for "kingdom come," an' a tried to remember t' Creed, as a might die

a Christian. But all a could think on was, "What is your name, M or

N?" an' just as a were giving up both words and life, they heaved me

aboard. But, bless ye, they had but one oar; for they'd thrown a' t'

others after me; so yo' may reckon, it were some time afore we could

reach t' ship; an' a've heerd tell, a were a precious sight to look

on, for my clothes was just hard frozen to me, an' my hair a'most as

big a lump o' ice as yon iceberg he was a-telling us on; they rubbed

me as missus theere were rubbing t' hams yesterday, and gav' me

brandy; an' a've niver getten t' frost out o' my bones for a' their

rubbin', and a deal o' brandy as I 'ave ta'en sin'. Talk o' cold!

it's little yo' women known o' cold!' 'But there's heat, too, i' some places,' said Kinraid. I was once a

voyage i' an American. They goes for th' most part south, to where

you come round to t' cold again; and they'll stay there for three

year at a time, if need be, going into winter harbour i' some o' th'

Pacific Islands. Well, we were i' th' southern seas, a-seeking for

good whaling-ground; and, close on our larboard beam, there were a

great wall o' ice, as much as sixty feet high. And says our

captain--as were a dare-devil, if ever a man were--"There'll be an

opening in yon dark gray wall, and into that opening I'll sail, if I

coast along it till th' day o' judgment." But, for all our sailing,

we never seemed to come nearer to th' opening. The waters were

rocking beneath us, and the sky were steady above us; and th' ice

rose out o' the waters, and seemed to reach up into the sky. We

sailed on, and we sailed on, for more days nor I could count. Our

captain were a strange, wild man, but once he looked a little pale

when he came upo' deck after his turn-in, and saw the green-gray ice

going straight up on our beam. Many on us thought as the ship were

bewitched for th' captain's words; and we got to speak low, and to

say our prayers o' nights, and a kind o' dull silence came into th'

very air; our voices did na' rightly seem our own. And we sailed on,

and we sailed on. All at once, th' man as were on watch gave a cry:

he saw a break in the ice, as we'd begun to think were everlasting;

and we all gathered towards the bows, and the captain called to th'

man at the helm to keep her course, and cocked his head, and began

to walk the quarter-deck jaunty again. And we came to a great cleft

in th' long weary rock of ice; and the sides o' th' cleft were not

jagged, but went straight sharp down into th' foaming waters. But we

took but one look at what lay inside, for our captain, with a loud

cry to God, bade the helmsman steer nor'ards away fra' th' mouth o'

Hell. We all saw wi' our own eyes, inside that fearsome wall o'

ice--seventy miles long, as we could swear to--inside that gray,

cold ice, came leaping flames, all red and yellow wi' heat o' some

unearthly kind out o' th' very waters o' the sea; making our eyes

dazzle wi' their scarlet blaze, that shot up as high, nay, higher

than th' ice around, yet never so much as a shred on 't was melted.

They did say that some beside our captain saw the black devils dart

hither and thither, quicker than the very flames themselves; anyhow,

he saw them. And as he knew it were his own daring as had led him to

have that peep at terrors forbidden to any on us afore our time, he

just dwined away, and we hadn't taken but one whale afore our

captain died, and first mate took th' command. It were a prosperous

voyage; but, for all that, I'll never sail those seas again, nor

ever take wage aboard an American again.' 'Eh, dear! but it's awful t' think o' sitting wi' a man that has

seen th' doorway into hell,' said Bell, aghast.