THE WOMAN FOUND DEAD. 



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"she moved not, she answeeed not to my call." 



by while I determined whether the woman breathed or not. As 

 the opening was directly over the ikkumer, I had considerable 

 difficulty in getting down into the igloo, but at last I was within. 

 In breathless silence I approached the object before me. I un- 

 mittened my right hand, and placed it on her forehead. It was 

 frosted marble / She is dead ! she is dead ! were my uttered 

 words to my friend, who stood on the snow roof looking down, 

 and watching intently for the momentous result. Her whom we 

 thought to rescue, God himself had rescued. He found her here, 

 lonely and helpless, imprisoned in a clay tabernacle, and this en- 

 tombed in ice walls and snow — deserted, abandoned by her peo- 

 ple, when at His bidding an angel with white wing — whiter than 



