 What is one main mood that the narrator initially conveys in the article?
Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages: "Where am I?" Of course, such areas, between the hot and cold hemispheres, would be buffeted by mighty gales ... War, unceasing, bitter, with no quarter asked, given or expected. There is a proper time, like a proper place, for each thing and each happening. In a few moments two other men came—one a heavily armed officer of rank, the other an elderly, bearded fellow in a voluminous robe that enfolded him in most dignified manner. Your mind dwells so much on material strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—" He broke off, and wheeled on the attendant who had led him in.
 Confusion
 Superiority  Fear  Confusion  Hatred