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seem, it is the undercurrent, an irresistible force, a 
natural law—fate, if we prefer it so—which forces 
these nature’s giants forward towards their destiny, 
against the reason of many, to the terror and 
destruction of those mortals who cross their path. 
These strong masterpieces of nature are driven 
into warmer climes, where obstacles disappear, the 
ЖТТ WAS A COLD 
JOB.” 
glorious fight of the forces has ceased, and, 
these mighty scouts from the Antarctic Regions, 
they melt away—die in the warm embrace of a 
summer sea. 
The Finn and I slept in the snow when 
Fougner and Savio returned. The temperature 
was — 17 when we awoke; the sky was clear, and 
streamers of strong Aurora rose and fell towards 
