There was a strange sense of having been thrown up--thrown up, as it were, into mid-heaven, there to hang for ever--neither this world nor the world to come.

The silence of it all was such as would drive men mad if they came to think of it.

It was the silence of the stars.
The men who had lived up here for three months did not look quite natural.

There was a singular heaviness of the eyelids which all had noticed, though none had spoken of it.

A craving for animal food, which could only be stayed by the consumption of abnormal quantities of meat, kept the hunters ever at work on the lower slopes of the mountain.