ten in the morning
It was here that Dr. Brende had placed his Arctic laboratory -- as far from the haunts of man as he could find -- a hundred miles from the nearest person , so he told me . And as I gazed about me I realized how isolated we were . Not a car in the whole circular panorama of sky ; no sign of vessel on the water ; no towns on the land . It was just after ten in the morning when we dropped silently to the small landing stage a hundred yards or so from the shore . We disembarked in the sunlight of what would have been a pleasant December morning in Greater New York ; and I gazed about me curiously . A level lowland of crags with the white of snow in their hollows ; a collection of broad , low buildings nearby , with a narrow steel viaduct running down to them from the landing stage . And behind everything , the frowning headland of the Cape .