pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. A pallid sun, low, gleaming just over a rampart of mountain-tops. Sundogs – heralds of stormy weather – fiercely staring, like sentries, upon either hand of the mighty sphere of light. Vast glaciers shimmering jewel-like in the steely light of the semi-Arctic evening. Black belts of gloomy pinewoods on the lower slopes of the mountains; the trees snow-burdened, but black with the darkness of night in their melancholy depths. The earth white; snow to the thickness of many feet on all. Life none; not a beast of the earth, nor a fowl of the air, nor the hum of an insect. Solitude. Cold – grey, pitiless cold. Night is approaching.