In the tent where we stayed together there was scarcely a moment of stillness for all the turning and sighs of waking men. Even those who did sleep were not at peace. We all of us had strange and heavy dreams, and often men muttered in their sleep or moaned or sometimes woke themselves and the rest of us with a yell. So it was that fear began to grow in us. When we slept, there were the dreams. When we woke, there was something else I cannot name. I remember lying there and feeling the hugeness of the place thud in my soul where the knowledge of God had been, a huge frozen emptiness inside and a fear that it would expand and consume me. I shared a bunk with William Sherwyn, a restless knotty little man all knees and elbows. When I opened my eyes I saw that he lay on his back staring upward, and he became aware of me and spoke in a nervous rush. 'You know what it is, don't you? You know what this means? The ice will come in soon. The currents drive it early up the fjord, that's why no one but Captain Duke will bring a ship in here.
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