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Buddington the Boats wheeled into him.  Soon the 4th boat (Smith's) was seen among the breakers away South of the large Island at the entrance of H. Harbor pulling hard toward us.  Smith's become the leader.
A calm was prevailing so that all the power we had [[strikethrough]] [[such]] [[/strikethrough]] to move the [[strikethrough]] vessell [[/strikethrough]] vessel to Harbor was 20 oars - 5 to each boat - The sight was one I shall ever remember.
Four new boats of beautiful form and finish - white [[insertion]] 2 [[/insertion]] with blue [[strikethrough]] gunneles [[/strikethrough]] gunnells & 2 green - [[strikethrough]] 2 [[/strikethrough]] three [[insertion]] New [[/strikethrough]] oars on one side of each boat & 2 on the other. From the "Dolphin Striker" [[insertion]] of the R. [[/insertion]] to the 1st Boat wh. belonged to the "Rescue" whose men manned it, [[strikethrough]] such [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] lead [[/insertion]]a tow-line Thence from the bow of each [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] boat to the stern of the others lead other lines. Each [[strikethrough]] boat [[/strikethrough]] boat had its Boat's [[Stern?]]. These boats in line drawing after them the "Rescue" .. presented a beautiful sight - even one of grandeur when 
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coupled with the bold Mountains [[insertion]] close by [[/insertion]] [[strikethrough]] that were bending down [[/strikethrough]] casting their dark [[insertion]] shaggy [[/insertion]] shadows upon our pathway - throwing their [[insertion]] sharply defined [[/insertion]] images [[strikethrough]] [[^]] [[/strikethrough]] into the mirror waters beneath our feet.
At the wheel of the "Rescue" stood the faithfully, the pure [[strikethrough]] full [[/strikethrough]] blooded Esquimaux Otto. — The Cook aboard — Capt. B. & myself.
Mr. Smith's boat was "Lars Kleijt" another Esquimaux Pilot — a noble man — on whom every body who [[insertion]] once [[/insertion]] sees him loves. He can talk & read & write English Came to anchor at 12 o'Clock Midnight within a couple of stone's throw of [[insertion]] the [[/insertion]] Geo.H.
Met Reuben Lamb who commanded the "Rescue." [[Strikethrough]] who [[/Strikethrough]] [[insertion]] He [[/insertion]] invited a select few down into the [[insertion]] little [[/insertion]] Cabin & we then were forced "to splice the Main brace" giving good cheer to all around.
I took a look through his Log & found that Lamb had proved himself a good navigator
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