"North! North! To the north, Polaris. Tell the world--ah, tell them--boy--The north! The north! You must go, Polaris!" Throwing the covers from his low couch, the old man arose and stood, a giant, tottering figure. Higher and higher he towered. He tossed his arms high, his features became convulsed; his eyes glazed. In his throat the rising tide of dissolution choked his voice to a hoarse rattle. He swayed.…
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