Stories of the North by Jack London (Complete Edition). Джек Лондон

their voices in the terrible, “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” But the words were drowned in the advancing roar.

      And to Donald was vouchsafed a sight such as no man may see and live. A great wall of white flung itself upon the island. Trees, dogs, men, were blotted out, as though the hand of God had wiped the face of nature clean. This much he saw, then swayed an instant longer in his lofty perch and hurtled far out into the frozen hell.

      The End