One day last week, after Sir George Hubert Wilkins and his Arctic exploring submarine Nautilus had for six days ceased communication with anxious radio stations, his pretty wife exclaimed in London: "I have a hunch tonight will bring good news."
News which came was that the Nautilus lay floating amid ice debris north of Spitsbergen and about 400 mi. from the North Pole. Ice had broken off the submarine's diving fins. Nonetheless. Sir Hubert had water-filled her diving chambers, had nosed under vast cakes of ice. When she first scraped under, the hollow steel...
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