The cinema : 1952 (1952)

THE STORY OF GOMOCK THE ESKIMO IO9 ice much rough ice. I climbed up on one high piece, and looking ahead all I could see was rough ice. We moved very slowly, up and down, up and down the smallest child that walks could keep up with us. Many times this rough ice would tangle the long traces of the dogs and it was hard to keep them from laming or wounding one another, for all this tangling gave them the madness to kill. Not until the sun was high could we get out of this rough ice, and though it was cold our bodies were v/et with sweat, and the muzzles of the dogs were white, and they were quick with their breathing and wanted to lie down. 'But we must keep on,' I said. 'Look I do not like the sky.' 'No, we do not like the sky,' said everyone. There were clouds in it, and they began to cross the sun and there was more and more wind, and everywhere over the ice the smoke of the snow was rising. We kept on and we went fast for a while, and then we struck young ice. And then we had to go faster still, for it would bend with our weight if we stopped we would have broken through. From this young ice we struck old ice once more, and it was smooth and again we travelled fast, though the wind was still stronger and the smoke of the snow was thick in the air. The wind was growing stronger and there was more smoke of snow flying through the air until there was no blue left in the sky, and all of our three sledges had to keep close together or we might lose one another. I did not like this wind. It might part the ice, for it blew off the land, but we all laughed and said it was a little matter, there was no harm in that wrind. Darkness came early, so filled was the sky with the flying snow, and we were tired, and we stumbled. 'It is enough,' I said. 'Ae,' said my wife. 'Ae,' said everyone, and the dogs sank in the snow. Though our igloo walls were thick, and we could hear the wind, after we finished eating the red meat and lay down