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Never been there in my life.1 There was a pause, and when his voice came again it was all but drowned in the sound of the engine. I thought I caught the words 'My home'.

Sorry for the delay, I said.Just off again now. But I want one of you for a lookout.

And you're going to live there, make your home there-after sixty-nine years in another country?

The temperature was dropping down into the minus thirties, but it was a perfect night for arctic travel-a moonlit, windless night under a still and starry sky. Visibility was phenomenal, the ice-cap was smooth and flat, the engine ran sweetly with never a falter: had it not been for the cold, the incessant roar and body-numbing vibration of the big engine, I think I would almost have enjoyed it.

Behind the heavy transport sled was towed the empty dog-sled, with the dogs on loose traces running astern of it, all except Balto who always ran free, coursing tirelessly backwards and forwards all night long, one moment far ahead of us, the next ranging out to one side, the next dropping astern, like some destroyer circling a straggling convoy by night. When the last of the dogs had passed by him, Jackstraw would run forward to overtake the tractor and jump in alongside me once more. He was as tireless, as immune to fatigue, as Balto himself.

Well, there it is, Jackstraw, I said resignedly.This is where one of us starts getting cold. Really cold.

And you're going to live there, make your home there-after sixty-nine years in another country?

Not Europe, Dr Mason. I could hear the machine-gun-like chatter of his teeth.Israel.

Both Zagero and Corazzini volunteered almost in the same breath, but I shook my head.

Not Europe, Dr Mason. I could hear the machine-gun-like chatter of his teeth.Israel.

Every twenty minutes I changed position with Jackstraw and so the long hours of the night dragged by as the cold deepened and the stars and the moon wheeled across the black vault of the sky. And then came moonset, the blackness of the arctic night rushed across the ice-cap, I slowed the Citroen gratefully to a stop and the silence, breathless and hushed and infinitely sweet, came flooding in to take the place of the nightlong clamour of the deafening roar of the big engine, the metallic clanking of the treads.

He looked pale and ill, but he nodded silently, and Zagero said in a quiet voice:Corazzini and myself too high up on the list of suspects, huh?

You two get what sleep or rest you can-I'm liable to need you very much later on. Perhaps you, Mr Mahler?

It was a touching story, pathetic and deeply moving, and I didn't believe a word of it.

Well, there it is, Jackstraw, I said resignedly.This is where one of us starts getting cold. Really cold.

Both Zagero and Corazzini volunteered almost in the same breath, but I shook my head.

You live there?

Every twenty minutes I changed position with Jackstraw and so the long hours of the night dragged by as the cold deepened and the stars and the moon wheeled across the black vault of the sky. And then came moonset, the blackness of the arctic night rushed across the ice-cap, I slowed the Citroen gratefully to a stop and the silence, breathless and hushed and infinitely sweet, came flooding in to take the place of the nightlong clamour of the deafening roar of the big engine, the metallic clanking of the treads.

Millions of us Jews have done just that, in the past ten years. Not that I've lived in America all my life. . . .

You-you're going to start a new life there, Mr Mahler?

Not Europe, Dr Mason. I could hear the machine-gun-like chatter of his teeth.Israel.

It was a touching story, pathetic and deeply moving, and I didn't believe a word of it.

Sorry for the delay, I said.Just off again now. But I want one of you for a lookout.

Never been there in my life.1 There was a pause, and when his voice came again it was all but drowned in the sound of the engine. I thought I caught the words 'My home'.

Well, Mr Mahler, it looks as if the itinerary of your European trip is going to be upset a bit. I had almost to shout to make my words heard above the roar of the tractor.

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