Arctic fox

Two years into an Arctic expedition, they were forced to abandon ship a thousand miles north of Siberia.

There is an odd triangular-shaped hill that rises on one side very boldly and abruptly, called the Fox's Head.

It was depressing to think of going to bed in such circumstances with the yelling of an Arctic storm for a lullaby.

When it cleared, the valley was a solid expanse of white, and the stars shone out as if in an Arctic sky.

A few years before, he would have gone home, no more disquieted at having killed an Indian than if he had killed a fox or a wolf.

Before I set about it I wish to see you and Mr. Fox, and will call any day you may appoint.