A hopeless, uncharted, trackless sea of white lying below the rocky shores to which the castaways still clung.
7 seconds sound clip from the The Outcasts of Poker Flat classic radio drama series episode.
You can hear this line at 00:18:50.243 in the radio play.
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- Come on, have some of this cornbread.
- Just a bite, then. Thank you.
- I'll give you another tune to help your appetite.
- It also revealed drift on drift of snow piled high around the hut.
- Through the marvellously clear air, the smoke of the pastoral village of Poker Flat rose miles away.
- Poker Flat! May it burn in all the fires of hell!
- Spare the cussing, Mother, or the kids will hear you.
- Oh, no, they won't. I never cuss when they're around, but it sure does me good to cuss when I can.
- I wish something would do me good.
[...]