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Panorama “Then we were hurrying toward the summit, the snow stinging our faces, frozen hair whipping about our eyes…on the summit I managed one weary glance at the whirling snowflakes now obscuring everything, and then I was peremptorily ordered to retreat. By now I was intensely cold and my hands and feet were numb. I fell and slithered down the mantelshelves, and then, without a backward glance, we set off hurriedly for refuge.”
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