Like Death's beckoning fingers, two skis upright in a Greenland snow hummock last week signaled to searching Germans through the colored dawn of the returning midnight sun. Any unexplained man-made thing has awful import in the ice desert. The Germans clambered over the ridged ice to the skis, chopped them loose, chopped deeper into the frozen snow until they found the body of lost Professor Alfred Lothar Wegener. The body was carefully sewn within two blankets and covered with fur coats. The last chapter of Professor Wegener's career was clear.
Professor Wegener took...
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