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A glance at Cæsar's face brought Christopher swiftly to his side and established instantly a sense of antagonism with the visitors. "You want me, Cæsar?" "Yes. We want you. Mr. Shakleton you know. This is Mr. Saunderson." Both men stood up and to Christopher's amazement bowed profoundly. "I am very honoured to meet you," said Mr. Saunderson suavely.
He indicate the papers on the table before him. "Yes. Leave them where they are." Mr. Saunderson rose. "You must not be alarmed, my dear sir," he said in a forced whisper, with a glance towards Christopher, "such news often takes a man off his feet for a while. He'll soon appreciate it." "No doubt. Order anything you like, Shakleton." They were alone at last, yet Christopher did not move.
A distinguished citizen of the world, Sir Ernest Shakleton, visited the city of Archangel in the winter. But no one ever saw him try to navigate Troitsky Prospect in his own invention, the Shakleton boot. How dear to his heart are the thoughts of that boot, as the doughboy recalls his first attempts to walk in them.
The writer's one and only experience with them resulted in his taking all the road for steering his course and calling for the assistance of two brother officers and "Chi" was the strongest he had drunk, too. Of course the doughboy mastered the art of navigating in them. For downright laughableness and ludicrity the Charlie Chaplin walk has nothing on the Shakleton gliding-wabble.
Evacuated sick and wounded from Ust Padenga eighteen versts beyond Shenkursk in sleds filled with hay and blankets necessary for warmth. Shakleton shoes had not arrived at that time. Most cases coming back in good condition, but pneumonia cases would not stand the exposure. Condition at Ust Padenga very uncertain. Lieut. Powers and Lieut. Taufanoff in charge of ten-bed detention hospital.
Suffer he did occasionally. Many of his comrades had a lot of suffering from cold. But aside from the execrable boot that Sir Shakleton had dreamed into existence, he himself possessed more warm clothing than he liked to carry around with him. But not a few soldiers forgot to look around and take sober stock of their actual situation and fell prey to this sob-stuff.
Shakleton in his wake, and Christopher was at last alone and free to weigh if he would the weight of this stupendous burden, which he resolutely decided was not his to bear. He stood looking out of the window at the still driving mist and had to drag his thoughts back from the external aspect of things to the inner matters he must face.
He walked across the room to the fireplace and stood with his back to them, his hand mechanically altering the order of a procession of black elephants that stood there. Aymer broke the silence, speaking with clear evenness. "Shakleton, will you take Mr. Saunderson into the library. You will find my brother there, probably." "Certainly, Mr. Aston. Shall I leave these?"
Shakleton, the son and successor of the old solicitor who had played his part in the finding of Christopher, the other was a stout, complacent man with gold-rimmed glasses and scanty sandy hair, and all three of the occupants of the room looked towards the door as if waiting for and expecting him.
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