quot;Grumman?quot; said trader. quot;From t  t ;

    Sam Cansino, an old acquaintance and a texan like Lee Scoresby, sat in tel and tossed back a s glass of bitingly cold vodka. e of pickled fisoo tell him more.

    quot;o a trap t fool Yakovlev laid,quot; trader  on, quot;and cut o tead of using regular medicines, ed on using tuff t aint a true moss. Anyely roaring  instructions to aking star sigo get ts rigongue, and boy, ongue like barbed oug everytartar, by initiation?quot;

    quot;You dont say,quot; said Lee Scoresby, tipping more vodka into Sams glass. er, crouc  along her back.

    Lee  afternoon, borne to Nova Zembla by tcoation. tic drifters stopped to exc or leave messages for one anot several days t, ing for a contract or a passenger or a fair  now.

    And  c ural for people to gatalk. it passed came more ne time of year, too; part of trange regular formations of stone on t long c of t and torn t....

    And tinued to roll in from trangest imaginable lig forms could be vaguely seen, and mysterious voices heard.

    Altoget ime to work, wel was full.

    quot;Did you say Grumman?quot; said tting just along ters rig, ;artar all rig tribe. I saartar name; Ill t in a minute.quot;

    quot;ell,  t,quot; said Lee Scoresby. quot;Let me buy you a drink, my friend. Im looking for ne tribe  ;

    quot;tars. At t of t s called— a river t comes do tage.quot;

    quot;A; said Lee. quot;I remember it no. And Grumman ?quot;

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