THE ICY ISLAND.

We advanced in the snow, there was the sea ice under the snow it was slippery and every pace required hard work, so it made our way difficult, The vast expanse of the white around with nor a pot to fix your eyes. Johan who was the tallest of us went first hauling a led carrying full of supply; such as pork potatoes and other stuff.

Hose was the second in this three men file, carrying plastic bags in both hands. He wore a long black coat with no boots, and he didn't wear a glove either, his long black, already partly silvered black hair was covered by a light hat. He was the oldest of us.

I was the last one in this group, and I had my back bag so that my hands were free to move.

After an hour trudging through the snow on the white field, Johan stopped for breath. He took off his wooden balmoral type of hat and steam of sweat rose from his hot head. ' a pause on the place', he said.

I was impressed by the scene around, the enormous expansion of the white emptiness, the high sky above, and the air, bright and bitter.