noon
Bravo ! I have _ been to the Pole ! _ ' Well , vanity , vanity . Nearer still I drew : it was broad morning , going on toward noon : I was half a mile away , I was fifty yards . But on board the _ Boreal _ , though now they _ must _ have heard me , seen me , I observed no movement of welcome , but all , all was still as death that still Arctic morning , my God . Only , the ragged sail flapped a little , and -- one on each side -- two ice-floes sluggishly bombarded the bows , with hollow sounds . I was certain now that Sallitt it was who looked across the ice : but when the ship swung a little round , I noticed that the direction of his gaze was carried with her movement , he no longer looking my way .