Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-21

the side of the peninsula which he had
approached was ice-locked for miles.
He would have lowered again above
the rocky ridge which shut off his view,
and gone to investigate his phenome-
o at closer range, had he not, just
then. got the shock of another surprise,
greater than he discovery of land it,
self.
The little valley which he hung poised
above was sheltered by a second ridge
of rocky, ~ice-capped hills to the north,
and. except for streaks, denoting crew
ices, here and there, was quite free
from ice and snow. There were bright
patches of green upon it, evidently
some bit of Towering northern grass,
and it was f1ecked here and there with
bright bits of color, yellow poppy, he
judged it to be, and saxifrage. Hug
ging the base of the mountain on the
opposite side of the valley, then notch
ing the cliff and grinding down to sea
at the other side of 1t was a great white
glacier, all the whittier, and colder, and
more dazzling for its contrast with the
brown m~ountainside and the green-clad
valley.
Up above the glacier, on the farther
side, were great broad yellow patches.
which he would have thought were
poppy fields, but for the impossibility
OF their growing In such a place. mo
vegetable growth vas possible. he
would have thought, against that clean
cut, almost vertical, rocky face. And
yet, what else could have given it that
blazing yellow color? Some day he was
20 Ian m tho anoxuar RI that question
But the thing that caught his eye
now, that made him start n draw in
a little involuntary gasp of wonder. was
the sight of a little clump of black dots
moving slowly, almost imperceptlbly
from this distance, across the face of
the glacier. He blinked his eyes, as If
he suspected them of playing him false.
Unless they had played him false, these
tiny dots were men.
Instinctively, he shifted his balance a
little to the left, lowering his left wing
and elevating his right, and began
reaching along. ~thwartwise to the wind.
in their direction.
Presently he checked himself in mid
fight, Wheeled and hung, soaring, while
he restrained that rebellious instinct of
his. an instinct which would have led
him to sail down into the midst of them
and hold out his hand for q welcome.
What were mankind to him? Why
should the sight Of them make his heart
beat a little quicker?
They must be white. He felt sure OF
that, for this land could hardly have
any permanent inhabitants. And, or
course, he meant to go for a nearer
look. Probably he would descend
among them; find out who they were,
where their ship was. and If they were
in distress. he would then set sail
through the air to carry news of their
plight to those who might effect a res
cue. But not upon that first instinct OF
his for -companionship with his fellow
men; not until his hea was beatips
with its normal rhythm again.
He wheeled once more, and then
sailed slowly in their direction. Their
laborious progress down the glacier leo
them away from him, so that he came
up from behind, and without attracting
their attention. The Arctic sun vas too
low to cast his shadow across them.
and he hung. at last, unremarked, di-
rectly over their heads. There was
small likelihood that they would look