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"Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls,

Boils round the naked, e

Pours in a the storestion of the bleak shores of

Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with

"the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of

dreary space,--that reservoir of frost and snohere firlazed in Alpine

heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the

ours of extreme cold" Of these death-white realms I

formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-coh children's brains, but strangely

ies connected

thenificance to

the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the

broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly

I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard,

with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low

horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent,

attesting the hour of eventide