Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

You are hanging by your fingertips on the sheer face of an icy cliff,

suspended a thousand feet above instant death,

with your strength running out, and with no chance for escape.

We offer you escape,

designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Thank you. the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escape to the cold loneliness of a glacier high in the Swiss Alps.

And to a man who learned much about death, as C.E. Montague tells it in his famous story, action.

High in the Swiss Alps, well above 12,000 feet, a man clings with desperation to the frozen glass wall of the Shaliyok Fleischer. Hands and feet jammed in the shallow steps, chopped in the iron hard ice.

A cold wind drives a spray of dusty street along the overhanging wall, and the sun has fallen

away among the crags to the west.

Darkness lies one hour ahead.

The man has climbed with painful care a thousand feet up the glacier's face from the broken moraine at the foot.

And has moved now onto the underside of a great bulge in the ice,

a part of the wall which breaks out beyond the perpendicular.

And a man is forced to hang from slots cut by his axe,

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