We had now followed the sun's northward advance-from its first peep, at midday, above the southern ice of the Polar gateway, to its sweep over the northern ice at midnight.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
On the further shore a flood of silvery radiance, against which the dark branches cut black as ebony, streamed down into the rift, and beyond the rocky gateway there was brilliant moonlight on the smooth heave of sea.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton
They gathered and were talking about the gateway when Mary Cameron came out.
"The Pioneers"
Katharine Susannah Prichard