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[[margin]] 1860     }
Thuesday            }
Aug 21              } 
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For dinner this day we had what was new to me "sconce" which consists: Sea crackers, Pork & Beef [[insertion]] 1st [[/insertion]] made firm & [[insertion]] then [[/insertion]] boiled to-gether.
At 2 o clock P.M. we turned to the middle channel leading into a beautiful Bay. Into this Bay are some 3 or 4 entrances & mountains on each side. Directly at the mouth of the Bay is a bold, high mountain. [[strikethrough]] On that [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] whose peak [[/insertion]] looks down in majesty from its [[strikethrough]] high [[/strikethrough]] throne into the mirror waters at its base. 
The ground direction of this Bay is S.W. & N.E. 15 miles long 2 to 3 miles wide. The Rescue [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] is [[/insertion]] the 1st American vessel in this Bay. But one vessel [[strikethrough]] had [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] has [[/insertion]] preceeded us & [[strikethrough]] ? [[/strikethrough]]that an English Whaler - small steam tug, "Jack-all". Brown master Fall of 1857.
A good N.E breeze gave us its kindly aid - put [[insertion]] tiny [[/insertion]] us along 5 & [[insertion]] almost [[/insertion]] 7 Knots per hour. The excitement was exhilerating. We were in New Waters - [[underlined]] & approaching Frobisher Strait [[/underlined]]! Morgan was sent to mast head to look out for rocks. I perched myself far out on the bow-sprit. Occasionally a huge white old rock peered up its head as of to ask who we were [[insertion]] thus [[/insertion]] disturbing the quietness of the Kingdom below - [[underlined]] that [[/underlined]] quietness wh had reigned during the World's Age!
Soon as we had made entrance into this harbor, I took my glass & cast my eye to the S.W. I could easily see the extent of the Bay which was limited by a very low coast. Away beyond I could see mountains on the other side of Frobisher Strait. How high & bold they are! Tho' 50 or 60 miles off, yet through the the blue melting distance they are like giants close by. 
A combination of circumstances made my heart leap with joy as [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] we were nearing [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] the place of our anchorage. The "Sun-glade" in line before us - a pathway of dazzling gold, as it were, inviting us on! The N.E. breeze speeding us on - bold mountains on each side - level lands ahead - far ahead Bold mountains of [[insertion]] the [[/insertion]] "Meta Incognita" with Frobisher Straits at their feet. It took 2 1/2 hours to [[insertion]] come [[/insertion]] [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] from Entrance to our anchorage which is 4 1/2 fathoms deep, ebb tide.