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Chapter XIX. Land?

           

           DirkPeters,Hardy,MartinHoltandEndicott,thelatterwithhisblackfacequitevacant,wereclingingtothestarboardshrouds.

           Amancamecreepinguptome,becausetheslopeofthedeckpreventedhimfromholdinghimselfupright:itwasHurliguerly,workinghimselfalongwithhishandslikeatop-manonayard.

           Stretchedoutatfulllength,myfeetproppedupagainstthejambofthedoor,Iheldoutmyhandtotheboatswain,andhelpedhim,notwithoutdifficulty,tohoisthimselfupnearme.

           “Whatiswrong?”Iasked.“Astranding,Mr.Jeorling.”

           “Weareashore!”

           “Ashorepresupposesland,”repliedtheboatswainironically,“andsofaraslandgoestherewasneveranyexceptinthatrascalDirkPeters’imagination.”

           “Buttellme—whathashappened?”

           “Wecameuponaniceberginthemiddleofthefog,andwereunabletokeepclearofit.”

           “Aniceberg,boatswain?”

           “Yes,aniceberg,whichhaschosenjustnowtoturnheadoverheels.Inturning,itstrucktheHalbraneandcarrieditoffjustasabattledorecatchesashuttlecock,andnowhereweare,strandedatcertainlyonehundredfeetabovetheleveloftheAntarcticSea.

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