They lost all regard for personal appearance, and for that matter, common decency. The cabin became a pigpen, and never once were the beds made or fresh pine boughs laid underneath. Yet they could not keep to their blankets, as they would have wished; for the frost was inexorable, and the fire box consumed much fuel. The hair of their heads and faces grew long and shaggy, while their garments would have disgusted a ragpicker. But they did not care. They were sick, and there was no one to see; besides, it was very painful to move about.
To all this was added a new trouble (ко всему этому добавилась еще одна беда), — the Fear of the North (Страх перед Севером). This Fear was the joint child of the Great Cold and the Great Silence (это Страх был общим ребенком Великого Холода и Великого Безмолвия), and was born in the darkness of December (и родился во тьме декабря), when the sun dipped below the southern horizon (когда солнце окончательно опустилось за линию южного горизонта;
trouble [trAbl], horizon [hq'raIzn], superstition ["sjHpq'stISqn]
To all this was added a new trouble, — the Fear of the North. This Fear was the joint child of the Great Cold and the Great Silence, and was born in the darkness of December, when the sun dipped below the southern horizon for good. It affected them according to their natures. Weatherbee fell prey to the grosser superstitions, and did his best to resurrect the spirits which slept in the forgotten graves. It was a fascinating thing, and in his dreams they came to him from out of the cold, and snuggled into his blankets, and told him of their toils and troubles ere they died.
He shrank away from the clammy contact (он уклонялся от липкого прикосновения;
limb [lIm], frighten [fraItn], shriek [SrJk]
He shrank away from the clammy contact as they drew closer and twined their frozen limbs about him, and when they whispered in his ear of things to come, the cabin rang with his frightened shrieks. Cuthfert did not understand, — for they no longer spoke, — and when thus awakened he invariably grabbed for his revolver. Then he would sit up in bed, shivering nervously, with the weapon trained on the unconscious dreamer. Cuthfert deemed the man going mad, and so came to fear for his life.