Adrift on an Ice-Pan
Adrift on an Ice-Pan
The unimaginative title suggests nothing of the spirit that dominates this little book... It is a story of service and courage, told with manly simplicity, and now and then a touch of real humor.
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f ice right to the landwash. There were great gaping chasms between the enormous blocks, which we call pans, and half a mile out it was all clear water.
An island three miles out had preserved a bridge of ice, however, and by crossing a few cracks I managed to reach it. From the island it was four miles across to a rocky promontory,--a course that would be several miles shorter than going round the shore. Here as far as the eye could reach the ice seemed good, though it was very rough. Obviously, it had been smashed up by the sea and then packed in again by the strong wind from the northeast, and I thought it had frozen together solid.
All went well till I was about a quarter of a mile from the landing-point. Then the wind suddenly fell, and I noticed that I was travelling over loose "sish," which was like porridge and probably many feet deep. By stabbing down, I could drive my whip-handle through the thin coating of young ice that was floating on it. The sish ice consists of the tiny fragments
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Forget the glorifying intro by another person (praising the author's work as medical missionary). What follows is a short dry account of a remarkable event.
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A very good short story
02/04/2007