I sympathised with that wish; and yet, I could look on at all my efforts to accomplish it, as if I were uninterested in their success, whilst I still felt, within myself, all the agony and suspense that must have filled the mind of my wraith, I could see myself making repeated exertions to reach the heights; constantly climbing, never getting any higher.

I appeared to patrol a narrow circle, whose circumference I was unable to cross.

Round and round I went, continually striving to get upwards and onwards:--still, always finding myself in the same identical spot, as if I had not advanced an inch.

I grew tired, weary, exhausted.
I felt sick at heart and in body.

A nameless, indefinable horror seized upon me.
Then, all of a sudden, Min appeared.
She stood on the peaks above me; her figure presented in strong relief against the dead, neutral tint of the ice-wall behind her.