JULIUS
VERNE
“Thirty-two degrees below zero! This is the greatest cold we have encountered so far!” “Another ten degrees,” added André Vaslin, “and the mercury will freeze…”
At eight in the morning, Penellan tried for a second time to go outside to check the situation… After fastening himself well and pulling his hood over his head, he lifted the tarpaulin.
The opening was completely blocked with hard snow. Penellan tried to pierce it with his iron staff, but his blood ran cold when the staff struck something solid…
“Cornbutt! We are buried under the snow!” he said to the captain who approached.
“What are you saying!” shouted Cornbutt.
“I’m saying that the snow has piled up and frozen all around us and above us. Now we are buried alive…”
