Under Arctic Ice
                                            
                            By Harry Bates
                            
                                12 Jun, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        The house where the long trail started was one of the gray walls, gray rooms, and gray corridors, with carpets that muffled the feet which at intervals passed along them. It was a house of silence, brooding within the high fence that shut it and the 
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                                                The house where the long trail started was one of the gray walls, gray rooms, and gray corridors, with carpets that muffled the feet which at intervals passed along them. It was a house of silence, brooding within the high fence that shut it and the grounds from a landscape torpid under the hot sun of summer, and across which occasionally drifted the lonely, mournful whistle of a train on a nearby railroad. Inside the house, there was always a hush, a heavy quiet-restful to the brain. Ken Torrance races Poleward to the aid of the submarine Peary, trapped in an icy limbo of avenging sealed. Less