Murray Leinster

Sometimes it seems nobody loves a benefactor ... particularly nobody on a well-heeled,...

The sky was black, with myriads of stars. The ground was white. But it was not really ground at all, it was ice that covered everything-twenty miles north to the Barrier, and southward to the Pole itself, past towering mountains and howling emptiness and cold beyond imagining. The base was almost buried in snow. Off to one side of the main build...