"Oh,
ye holy and humble men of heart, bless ye the Lord! Praise Him
and magnify Him for ever."
"She's a public lunger or she wouldn't have been singing the
Benedicite; and she's a Greenlander or she wouldn't have
snow-blinds over her colloids," said George at last. "She'll be
bound for Frederikshavn or one of the Glacier sanatoriums for a
month.
If she was an accident ward she'd be hung up at the
eight-thousand-foot level. Yes--consumptives."
"Funny how the new things are the old thing I've read in books,"
Tim answered, "that savages used to haul their sick and wounded
up to the tops of hills because microbes were fewer there. We
hoist 'em in sterilized air for a while. Same idea. How much do
the doctors say we've added to the average life of man?"
"Thirty years," says George with a twinkle in his eye. "Are we
going to spend 'em all up here, Tim?"
"Flap ahead, then. Flap ahead. Who's hindering?" the senior
captain laughed, as we went in.
We held a good lift to clear the coastwise and Continental
shipping; and we had need of it.
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