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ADRIFT ON AN ICE-PAN
that, if the pan held on for another hour, I should be all right.
With that strange perversity of the human intellect, the first thing I thought of was what trophies I could carry with my luggage from the pan, and I pictured the dog-bone flagstaff adorning my study. (The dogs actually ate it afterwards.) I thought of preserving my ragged puttees with our collection of curiosities. I lost no time now at the burning-glass. My whole mind was devoted to making sure I should be seen, and I moved about as much as I dared on the raft, waving my sorry token aloft.
At last there could be no doubt about it: the boat was getting nearer and nearer. I could see that my rescuers were frantically waving, and,
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