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We are still surrounded by mountains of ice, still in imminent

danger of being crushed in their conflict. The cold is excessive,

and many of my unfortunate comrades have already found a grave

amidst this scene of desolation. Frankenstein has daily declined

in health; a feverish fire still glimmers in his eyes, but he is

exhausted, and when suddenly roused to any exertion, he speedily

sinks again into apparent lifelessness.