Finally, I climbed to my feet and looked about me.

The purple-domed sky above, the shoreless green ocean beneath, and only an occasional iceberg discernible! My heart sank in hopeless despair.

I cautiously picked my way across the berg toward the other side, hoping that our fishing craft had righted itself.
Dared I think it possible that my father still lived?
It was but a ray of hope that flamed up in my heart.

But the anticipation warmed my blood in my veins and started it rushing like some rare stimulant through every fiber of my body.
I crept close to the precipitous side of the iceberg, and peered far down, hoping, still hoping.

Then I made a circle of the berg, scanning every foot of the way, and thus I kept going around and around.