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[[margin]] Tuesday, 1860
Aug 21 [[/margin]]

We dropped anchor at IV [[insertion]] o clk [[/insertion]] - 30 [[insertion]] min [[/insertion]] P.M. Capt & I proposed that immediately after ten [[insertion]] we would [[/insertion]] take a Boat, go ashore & travel  [[insertion]] the Isthmus [[/insertion]] over to Frobisher Strait, which [[insertion]] isthmus [[/insertion]] was only about [[insertion]] less than a mile Hall] [[/insertion]] two miles across. 
After [[underlined]] "Sconce" [[/underlined]] [[insertion]] & Salt tea at [[/insertion]] VI o'clock we started under the general sentiment: Now for Frobisher's Strait! Ten minutes carried us to the shore. Now for the [[insertion]] record of the [[/insertion]] land tramp!
Our Company from the Boat consisted of Capt. Budington myself, Gardiner, Lamb, Morgan & Bailey accompanied by Four Esquimaux - Ugat & his nuliana (wife) Ken-ni-u Kao-poo-loo & his nuliana making in all Nine. 
Capt. B. and I were in for a race, while the others took the matter more leisurely. Morgan, Ugat, & Bailey took along each a gun, thinking to secure game. Seals Ducks Nowgrens[[guess]] & Walrus were about.
We had not proceeded far, before seeing human tracks imbedded in the Sand, an extensive plat of ruh[[guess]] lay in our course. We called intelligent Ugat's attention to them 
His opinion, was that they were caused by Tuctoo (rein-deer). This opinion, tho' coming from one of the best informed Esquimaux, was to my mind rather approaching the ridiculous - & so thought Capt. B. The next day's experience proved the Esquimauxs had, but a few hours before, been there! The sequel to this will be incorporated in the day's record. 
The land over wh. we are now passing is quite low - but a few feet above the level of the sea at high water.
After passing 1/2 mile, my eye caught sight of a fossil, stone, the 1st I had seen since leaving Greenland. I filled my hands [[strikethrough]] full [[/strikethrough]] with specimens, then on, on we hastened, bounding like a band of deer. At last, VII o'clock, we mounted a ridge of rocks, now called "Morgan Hill", which overlooks the Bay we had just left, the country round about, & especially, Frobisher Strait. There before us was this celebrated Strait! Two hundred & eighty [[insertion]] two [[/insertion]] years ago, this Month, (Aug.) Frobisher then on his 3d voyage, was navigating the Waters before us. After many perils from storms, fogs & floating ice, The general (Frobisher) & part of his original fleet (which  consisted of 15 vessels) assembled in the Countess of Warwick's Sound,