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C Ihe Ladies c cu. V'VVAN - History and Classics, Department of

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12 THE LADIES, THE GWICH'IN, AND THE RATiceberg came drifting by, snow-white <strong>and</strong> blue, with an excrescence like a teapotspout, rolling over <strong>and</strong> over in the waves <strong>and</strong> when nearly submergedlooking like a line <strong>of</strong> foam.The air grew deadly chill, the fog denser. Strained our eyes to horizon. Wasit a line <strong>of</strong> foam or low cloud or spouts <strong>of</strong> steam changing now <strong>and</strong> then into adarker patch? A world <strong>of</strong> fog <strong>and</strong> water "without form <strong>and</strong> void." That strangeform came drifting nearer, assumed a shape <strong>and</strong> then came quickly alongside;it was like a huge piece <strong>of</strong> mainl<strong>and</strong> in ice, <strong>cu</strong>t <strong>of</strong>f <strong>and</strong> drifting, a sinisterobject with snow-white peaks <strong>and</strong> edges <strong>and</strong> dark caves in its face; breakersrolling up against it, hopelessly, uselessly, clouds <strong>of</strong> fog rising from thebreakers. Strange that a purely cold thing could appear so diabolic <strong>and</strong>sinister. All day we were watching for those evil white wisps on the grayhorizon. Cold was penetrating <strong>and</strong> we could not sit still even with three layers<strong>of</strong> clothing. Talked a good deal to a red-hot Irishman, one Digby Hussy deBurgh. Seemed as if we had been drifting for centuries when at 6 p.m. fogcleared <strong>and</strong> we steamed ahead.May 2Ist. Cold but sunny. Passed Cape Race at midnight. When it wasgetting dark saw isl<strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> Anticosti, gray outline with snow on flattish high top<strong>and</strong> the gray face <strong>of</strong> it streaked with snow <strong>and</strong> again gray sea <strong>and</strong> gray sky; mostimpressive. Passengers swarming on deck <strong>and</strong> more sociable.May 22nd. Steamed all day along Gulf <strong>of</strong> St Lawrence, right bank hidden inhaze <strong>and</strong> distance, left shore a dismal country, snow patches on brown grassamong brown trees, lines <strong>of</strong> huts along the bank. Saw a large whale <strong>and</strong> IIeider-ducks.Sunday, May 23rd. Quebec at 6 a.m., dismal, brown <strong>and</strong> rainy, desertedwharves. For four hours we were penned, herded, moved about <strong>and</strong> keptwaiting for train in vast halls where YWCA, Red Cross <strong>and</strong> every other possibleorganization ever known had little side-rooms. Into the train at last forMontreal.The first lap <strong>of</strong> the journey was over <strong>and</strong> we had crossed the Atlantic withoutextreme discomfort. Actually there were two divisions in steerage passengers <strong>and</strong>while we were all berthed aft, the East Europeans, being subject to an infectiouseye disease, were kept by themselves for' ard. In fact, while we were waiting for the<strong>cu</strong>stoms at Southampton a man had come round to all steerage passengers,approaching each one without any warning, to turn up our eyelids <strong>and</strong> examine

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