noon
Our last pemmican gone . '' There was a pause ; then Bennett resumed : `` December 1st , Wednesday -- Everybody getting weaker ... . Metz breaking down ... . Sent Adler to the shore to gather shrimps ... we had about a mouthful apiece at noon ... supper , a spoonful of glycerine and hot water . '' Lloyd put her hand to her temple , smoothing back her hair , her face turned away . As before , in the park , on that warm and glowing summer afternoon , a swift , clear vision of the Ice was vouchsafed to her . She saw the coast of Kolyuchin Bay -- primordial desolation , whirling dust-like snow , the unleashed wind yelling like a sabbath of witches , leaping and somersaulting from rock to rock , folly-stricken and insensate in its hideous dance of death .