midnight
Thinking the song finished she turned away at last , but the movement was arrested by the sound of a lone baritone taking up the chorus again . She leaned over the sill to catch the words , for in the voice she recognized her companion of the drift logs . `` Up into the Polar Seas Where the greasy whalers be , There 's a strip of open water Leading north to eighty-three , Where the frisky seal and walrus On the ice floes bask and roll . And the sun comes up at midnight From an ice-pack round the Pole . '' Apprehension in the girl 's heart vanished . She drew a deep breath of the night air and turned reluctantly from the window . `` There 's a strip of open water leading north to eighty-three -- '' she hummed .