The Purple Cloud by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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crashed, as I have heard the pack-ice in commotion far yonder in the
North; while his gestures were as uncouth and gawky as some wild man's of the primitive ages. Well, this man--what _was_ his name?--Macintosh? Mackay? I think--yes, that was it! _Mackay_. Mackay saw fit to take offence at the new attempt to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the preparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington. The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this date reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though that word hardly expresses the strange ecstasy and unrest which prevailed: for the abstract interest which mankind, in mere desire for knowledge, had always felt in this unknown region, was now, suddenly, a thousand and a thousand times intensified by a new, concrete interest--a tremendous _money_ interest. And the new zeal had ceased to be healthy in its tone as the old zeal was: for now the fierce demon Mammon was making his voice heard in this matter. Within the ten years preceding the _Boreal_ expedition, no less than twenty-seven expeditions had set out, and failed. The secret of this new rage lay in the last will and testament of Mr. Charles P. Stickney of Chicago, that king of faddists, supposed to be the richest individual who ever lived: he, just ten years before the _Boreal_ undertaking, had died, bequeathing 175 million dollars to the man, of whatever nationality, who first reached the Pole. |
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