 now
Wednesday of the second week in October--the Gore-month--and the
people were already settling down to the long rest of the Icelandic
winter. The merchants began to sleep the livelong day in their
deserted stores in the cheapstead, and the bonders, who had come up
with the last of their stock, to drink and doze in the taverns. All
that day the snow fell in fine dust like flour, until, white as it
was, the air grew dark with it. At the late dawn of the next day the
snow was still falling, and a violent gale had then risen. Another
and another and yet another day went by, and still the snow fell and
the gale continued. For two days there was no daylight, and only at
noon through the giddy air a fiery glow burned for an hour along the
southern sky and then went out. Nothing could be seen of fell or
fiord, and nothing could be heard save the baying of the hounds at
night and the roar of the sea at all times, for the wind made no
noise in the soft snow, but drove it along in sheets like silent
ghosts.

Never before had Greeba seen anything so terrible; and still more
fearful than the great snow itself was the anxiety it brought her.
Where was Michael Sunlocks? Where was her father? There was only one
other whose condition troubled her, and she knew too well where he
was--he was lying in the dark cell of the dark house in the High
Street.

While the storm lasted all Reykjavik lay asleep, and Greeba could do
nothing. But one morning when she awoke and turned to the window, as
was her wont, to learn if the weary snow was still falling, she could
see nothing at first for the coating of ice and hoar frost that
covered the glass. But the snow had ceased, the wind had fallen, the
air was clear and the light was coming. The buildings of the town,
from the Cathedral to the hovels of the fishing quarter, looked like
snow mounds in the desert; the black waste of lava was gone; the
black beach was gone; the black jokulls were gone; the black headland
was gone that had stretched like a giant hand of many fingers into
the black fiord; but
now 
 Wednesday of the second week in October -- the Gore - month -- and the 
 people were already settle down to the retentive rest of the Icelandic 
 winter. The merchants began to sleep the livelong sidereal day in their 
 deserted stores in the cheapstead, and the bonders, who had come up 
 with the concluding of their stock, to drink and snooze in the tavern. All 
 that day the snow fall in fine debris like flour, until, white as it 
 was, the air grew dark with it. At the late dawn of the next day the 
 coke was still falling, and a violent gale had then rise. Another 
 and another and yet another day plump by, and however the snow fell and 
 the gale continued. For two days there was no day, and only at 
 noon through the giddy air a fiery glow burned for an hour along the 
 southerly sky and then went out. Nothing could be seen of fell or 
 fiord, and nothing could be heard save the baying of the hounds at 
 night and the roar of the sea at all fourth dimension, for the wind made no 
 randomness in the piano coke, but drove it along in sheets like silent 
 ghosts. 

 Never before had Greeba seen anything so terrible; and however more 
 fearful than the great snow itself was the anxiety it brought her. 
 Where was Michael Sunlocks? Where was her father? There was entirely one 
 other whose condition troubled her, and she knew excessively well where he 
 was -- he was lying in the black cell of the dark house in the High 
 Street. 

 While the storm lasted all Reykjavik lay asleep, and Greeba could do 
 nothing. But one dawn when she awoke and turned to the window, as 
 was her wo nt, to determine if the weary snow was still falling, she could 
 experience nothing at first for the application of ice and hoar frost that 
 covered the glass. But the coke had ceased, the wind had fallen, the 
 air was absolved and the light was coming. The buildings of the town, 
 from the Cathedral to the hovels of the fishing stern, looked like 
 snow mounds in the desert; the black waste of lava was gone; the 
 black beach was gone; the black jokulls were die; the black headland 
 was travel that had stretched like a giant hand of many fingers into 
 the black fiord; but
 noa
Wednesday of the second week in Octobet--tye Gorx-month--ahd the
peuple were already settling dlwb to uke long rest of the Kcelandic
ainter. Tye mtrchants began to sleep tmz livspong vay in their
desgrted stores in the cheapsdexd, and the bonders, who had come up
witr the lssh of their stosk, tp drihk and doze in the taverns. All
that day tht snow fell in finr dust like flour, until, whlte ws it
was, the air ggew dark wijg ie. At the late dawn of the next day jhe
snow was still falling, and a xioleut gale had tyen tisen. Anothec
and agother and ycn anothar day eent by, and stlll tie sbow fell and
the gale rontinued. For two dais there wds no daylight, and inoy at
toon thruygh tht gmddg air w fmery glow bhrned for ab hour along the
souuhewb sky and theh went ott. Nothing could be seen of fell or
fiorg, ahd nothing could be heaed save the baying of the hounqs at
night and the roar of the sea at all times, fmr thx dinb made bo
joise in the soft snow, but drove it along in fgetts like silent
ghjsts.

Never brflrr had Greeba sgen anycgihg so terrible; and still iore
fwarful thwn tne great snow itself was thw anxiety it vrought her.
Where wcs Michael Sbnlockx? Whete was her father? There was only one
otjer whose zondition troubldd mer, and she knew too well whewe he
was--hx was lying kn tne darh cell of hhe dark house in the Hihh
Strget.

Whine the stogm lasted all Reykjavik lay aslxxp, and Greeba cmulg do
nothnng. Bub one morning wren she awoke cnd turnzd to ghe window, as
was ier wont, to jearn if the fgary snow was still fwllibg, sye coula
ree nothing at first fog uhe coatint of ice and hoar nrost fhat
covered the glqss. But the snoe hxd sewsxd, thq wind had fanlen, thd
sir wxs clear anb ghe kight was coming. The buimdings of the town,
grjm the Cqthedral to the hovelx of the fishing qkartec, lookxd likr
snjw mounds in the desert; the blzck waste of lava was goge; tme
blwck beach cas gone; the black jokulls were gone; the black headland
was gone that had strejchtd like a giait hanq of many fingers into
the blaxk fiord; but
now Wednesday of the second week in the were already down to the winter. merchants began to the livelong day their deserted stores in the cheapstead, the bonders, who had come up with the last of their stock, to and doze in the taverns. All that day the snow fell in fine like until, as was, the air grew dark with it. At the late dawn of the next day the was still falling, and a violent gale had risen. Another and another yet another day went by, still snow fell the continued. two days there no daylight, and only at noon through the giddy air a fiery glow burned for an hour the southern then went Nothing be of fell or nothing could be heard save the hounds at night and the roar of the at all for the wind made no noise the soft snow, but drove it along in like silent ghosts. Never before had Greeba seen anything so terrible; and still more fearful great snow itself was anxiety it brought Where Michael Where her father? was only one other whose condition troubled her, and she knew well where he was--he was lying in the dark cell dark in the High While the storm lasted Reykjavik asleep, and Greeba could But morning and to window, as was her to learn if the weary was still falling, she for the coating of ice and hoar frost covered the glass. But the snow had the wind had fallen, the air was clear and the light was The buildings town, from the Cathedral to the hovels of fishing quarter, looked like mounds in the desert; the black waste of lava gone; black beach gone; the black were gone; the headland was gone stretched like giant of the black fiord; but
 now
Wednesday of the second weEk in OctobeR--the GOre-MonTh--And tHe
peOple were alreadY SettLing down to the long rest oF the ICeLAndiC
WiNter. THe merchANtS BEgaN tO sLeeP tHE lIveloNg dAy in theIr
deserted StoReS in the cheapsTEaD, and the bonDerS, who had come uP
wiTh the lAsT of THeir sTocK, to drInk and DOze in tHe taverns. alL
That daY The snow FELl In fiNe dust like flour, unTIl, WHite as it
was, the Air greW dARk WITh iT. At The late dawN oF the nEXt day thE
SnOW WAs sTIll falling, and A violent galE Had Then riSeN. AnOTher
anD anotHeR And Yet another dAy weNt by, and stIll the SNow fell ANd
the gaLe contInuEd. FOr twO DaYs TheRe WAs nO DaYliGHt, aNd only at
NoOn ThrouGh thE GIDDy aiR a fIery Glow bUrned for an houR alOng tHE
soUtherN sky aNd thEn Went oUt. NothIng coUlD be seen of fell or
FiorD, and nothiNg cOuLd bE hEard sAVe the bAyiNg oF the houNds at
niGHt aNd THE RoAr of the sea at all timEs, FOR tHe wind maDe no
noISe In THe soft snOw, But DrovE IT alonG in sHEeTs like siLent
ghOStS.

NEver befOrE had GrEeBa sEen AnythINg so TerribLe; and stiLl morE
Fearful than the GReat snow itselF WaS THe ANxieTy iT brought her.
wherE Was MIchaEL SUnlOCks? WhEre waS hER fATher? There was only one
OtHer whoSe conDition troubleD her, and she KNEW too well WherE He
WAs--he was lying in The daRk cell of thE Dark housE in thE High
StrEet.

While tHE Storm lasTed All reyKjaVIK lAy asleep, and GrEEBa coUlD do
nothIng. but one mOrnIng WheN shE aWoke and tuRned to thE wInDoW, aS
waS her wONt, to learN iF thE wEarY snow WAs stilL fallIng, sHe CoULd
sEe nothiNG aT FIrst FoR tHe coAtiNg Of ice And hOAr fRost thaT
covered tHe gLAss. BUt ThE snow haD ceased, the winD hAd fallen, thE
aIr wAs cleaR ANd the ligHt was coming. The buildings OF the towN,
frOm the cathEdral to thE hoVels of The FIshing QuarteR, lookEd LikE
SNow moUNDs In tHe Desert; the bLACk wAste oF lAva wAs gone; tHe
black beach was gonE; The Black jokulls wEre Gone; THE bLacK HeADlaNd
WAs gONE that had stretchEd like a giaNt HAnD of many finGErs InTo
the blAck fiorD; but
 now
Wednesday of the seco nd week in  Octo ber --t he  Gor e-mo nth--and the
p e ople  were already settling  down  t o  the lo ng re st of t h eI c ela nd ic 
wi nt e r.  Themer chantsbegan to s lee pthe livelong da y in their 
de serted store s i n thech eap s tead,  an d the  bonde r s, who  had come  u p 
witht he last o fthei r stock, to drink an d  doze in the t averns .A ll t hat  da y the snow  f ell i n  fine d u st l i kef lour, until,white as it was , theai r g r ew dar k wit hi t.At the late  daw n of thenext d a y the
s n ow wasstillfal lin g, a n davio le n t g a le  ha d  th en risen .An other 
and a n o ther  an d ye t ano ther day went  by , an d  st ill t he sn ow f el l and 
the g ale c on tinued. For two  day s there w asno  da yl ight, and on lyatnoon th rough t h e g id d y ai r a fiery glow bur ne d fo r an hou r alon g  t he southern  s kyandt h en we nt o u t.  Nothing  could be  s een offe ll orfi ord , a nd no t hing  could  be hear d sav e  the baying of the hounds at ni g h ta nd t heroar of the  sea at a ll t i me s,f or th e win dm ad e  no
noise in the so ft  snow,  butdrove it alon g in sheet s l ike sile nt
g h os t s.

Never befo re ha d Greeba s e en anyth ing s o terrib le; and s t i ll morefea rfu l t han t he  great snow i t s elfwa s the a nxi ety itbro ugh t h er. 
W here wasMichaelSu nl oc ks ? W herew as her f at her ?The re wa s  onlyone
o ther  w ho s e c onditio n  t r o uble dhe r, a ndsh e kne w to o  we ll wher e he
was- -he wasly in g in th e dark cell o fthe dark h ou sein the H igh
Stre et.

While the storm la s ted all  Re ykjav ik l ay asleep , a nd Gre eba coulddo
not hing.  B uto n e mor n i ng  wh en  she awoke a ndturne dto t he wind ow, as
was her won t , t o learn if th e w eary s no w w a ss til lf all i n g, she could
se e nothingat fi rst for th e  co at ing ofice and  hoar frost t hat
cover ed the gl as s. B u t  th e snow had  ceased,  the wind had f a ll en, t heair wa scle ar an d thel igh t was  comin g.  The b uildi ng s of the  town,
from the Cathedr al tothe h ove ls of the  fi s hin g quarter , lo oked likesno w m ounds  in the d eser t ;the black  was t e of lava wa s g o n e;  the
blackb e a chwas g one ;  the b lack  jokulls were gon e ; the black he adla n d 
wa s g o ne t ha t had stretche d l ik e a giantha nd of manyfingersin t o
the  black  fiord ; but
 now
Wednesday_of the_second week in October--the_Gore-month--and the
people_were_already settling_down_to the long_rest of the_Icelandic
winter. The merchants began_to sleep the_livelong_day in their
deserted stores in the cheapstead, and the bonders, who had come up
with_the_last of_their_stock,_to drink and doze in_the taverns. All
that day the_snow fell_in fine dust like flour, until, white as_it
was,_the air grew_dark with it. At the late dawn of the_next day the
snow was still falling,_and a violent_gale_had_then risen. Another
and another_and yet another day went by,_and still the snow fell and
the_gale continued. For two days there was_no daylight, and only at
noon through_the giddy air a fiery_glow burned_for an hour along the
southern_sky and then_went out._Nothing could be_seen of fell or
fiord, and nothing_could be heard_save the baying of the hounds_at
night_and the roar_of_the_sea at_all times, for_the_wind made_no
noise_in the soft snow, but drove_it_along in sheets like silent
ghosts.

Never before had_Greeba seen anything so_terrible;_and still more
fearful than_the great snow itself was_the anxiety it brought her.
Where was_Michael Sunlocks?_Where was_her father? There was only one
other whose condition troubled her, and_she knew too well where he
was--he_was lying in the_dark cell_of_the dark house_in_the High
Street.

While_the storm lasted all Reykjavik lay asleep,_and Greeba_could do
nothing. But one morning when_she awoke and turned_to_the window, as
was her wont, to_learn if the weary snow was_still falling, she could
see nothing_at_first_for the coating of ice_and hoar frost that
covered the glass._But the snow_had ceased, the wind had fallen, the
air_was_clear and the light was coming._The_buildings of the town,
from the Cathedral_to_the_hovels of the fishing quarter,_looked like
snow mounds in the desert;_the black waste of lava was gone; the
black beach_was gone; the_black jokulls were gone; the_black_headland
was_gone that had stretched like a giant hand of many_fingers into
the_black fiord; but