"As I moved with stiff legs along the reefs I slipped into the water.It was cold beyond belief-thevery quintessence of deathly Arctic ice, so cold that it seemed to sear and bleach the skin." Fired up by the accounts of exploring parties in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, writers of the weird and supernatural began to construct a literary Arctic and Antarctic in which terrors lay undiscovered in the ice and gateways to...