Summary: | ice n In open ocean, you can feel the heave of the ship. Not so in the ice. You suddenly find yourself on top of the world, looking down tremendous declivities. Then the cosmos bends up about you with a dizzying rush and swoop, and on every hand you are overtopped with ice. Four times to the minute, as I counted it, the ice swell heaved; a massive, ponderous, irresistible movement of the white Sahara. PRINTED ITEM W. Kirwin 875 JH 2/76 Used I and Sup Not used Withdrawn Checked by Sarah Budgell on Thu 26 Mar 2015
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