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The next dawn was dim and dark; the heavens were blotted with grey cloud, and the snow still fell. When I thrust back the rock, the drift fell in and almost smothered me; but I clambered out, and saw that the island was smothered in the snowy whiteness.
Then I thought I would go down to the shore and slay another seal; but in this I was deceiving myself, for my true bent was to discover what fate had overtaken Richard Orchardson during the night. So I took my hatchet, and walked through the snow towards the place where I had last beheld him--over against the western shore.