[Being an extract from the singular journal of JOHN McALISTER RAY, student of medicine.]
September 11th. -- Lat. 81o 40' N.; long. 2o E. Still lying-to amid enormous ice fields. The one which stretches away to the north of us, and to which our ice-anchor is attached, cannot be smaller than an English county. To the right and left unbroken sheets ( Read more... )

Perhaps only someone who spent most of their childhood in Tornado Alley can completely comprehend how literally unnatural it is to have cyclones there in the dead of winter - we who had tornado drills regularly along with our fire drills in grammar school, who knew the drill for what to do to give yourself a ghost of a chance if you lived in a ( Read more... )