"All well. I estimate that we are at seven whurp zzuldung whooltcrazzptlin or thereabouts. My guess is a slult whish as that zzzzsock blatz ug still clear notle deglup at that squarbritedul country blzylttle whurp phoollb zzwhiee crackzpst. Little or no wind."
Fortnight ago, when this garbled radio message from Flyer Lincoln Ellsworth, far out over Antarctica, was followed only by complete jumble and then silence, Sir Hubert Wilkins and the rest of the expedition on the base ship Wyatt Earp at Dundee Island at first refused to be upset. In a wireless dispatch...
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