CHAPTER XIII
The journey was progressing rapidly. Blue skies and green countries had disappeared. Gone were the many-colored fish. Sea and sky were of a dark gray color. Why all this? Because our two friends had reached the cold north, where for so many months no sun shines.
Luckily, though, spring had begun. The sun showed itself for a while every day. And every day it showed itself a little longer. In the summer it would be there even at midnight.
The cold was very great. Pinocchio had a fur suit which Tursio had given him, but still he was almost freezing. Marsovino also suffered.
“It will be better for us if we dive deep into the sea,” he observed. “We shall find it warmer there.”
“Please wait awhile,” begged Pinocchio. “I want to see that island first,” and with his hand Pinocchio pointed to a high mountain still far away. It was as white as snow, and seemed almost to touch the sky.
“Oh, you want to see that island,” repeated Marsovino, chuckling to himself. “Very well.”
“Yes, it does look queer, doesn’t it? I wonder if there are people on it?”