THICK ICE 



barometer moving up in advance of the 

 storm. Taking the pressure quite sud- 

 denly off the ice would start all the air 

 imprisoned in solution beneath it to push- 

 ing upward for a chance to get away. 

 No wonder it groans and whoops with all 

 that wind in its wame. 



But privately I am not so sure. We 

 have so many sure-thing theories, and so 

 much definite knowledge to-day that to- 

 morrow is all discredited and cast aside 

 leaving us groping for another theory, 

 that it is just as easy to believe myself 

 eavesdropping at telephone talk between 

 giants. That particular night it sounded 

 to me like Hercules on his way up from 

 Hades with Cerberus under his arm and 

 a bit over-anxious lest the deities fail to 

 have the dog pound ready for him on 

 arrival in the upper regions but of 

 course that 's pagan myth. Anyway it 

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