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Friday Sept 7th 1860

(A.M.) The rain continued to VI o'clock this morning.  At VIII two boats ordered out to the whaling ground while the rest of the crew went to work on mincing blubber & try^[[i]]ng the oil out of it.

The natives with ^[[their]] Oo-mi-aks & Kai-aks are still thick around the Whale carcass.  But a small proportion remains beside the huge skelleton.  [[strikethrough]] If [[/strikethrough]] My poor dogs may fare worse, ^[[even]] then Old Mother Hubbard's!
Yesterday Capt. B. informed me that he had been engaged in the capture of 65 Whales here in the Arctic Regions.  Including the service he has rendered in the south seas & on the N.W., he has been engaged in capturing several hundreds.
^[[The tongues alone of]] [[strikethrough]] true [[/strikethrough]] Right Whale's [[strikethrough]] ^[[?]] [[/strikethrough]] he caught on the N.W., produced 22 Barrels Oil!

(P.M.)
After dinner in company with Mate Gardiner took a Boat & rode over to the Island where the whale skeleton is.  Saw the remainder of the [[underlined]] baleen [[/underlined]] or whalebone taken out.  This is an article of great commercial value the quantity ^[[in each whale]] being sufficient to equal ^[[in price, almost]] the worth of the oil.  I examined the throat of this monster.  Nothing ^[[firm]] of the size of a man's fist could ^[[I am convinced have]] passed [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] ^[[his]] gullet!

During our stop on the island, I strayed away [[strikethrough]] [[towa?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[to]] its opposite side, meeting in my course my favorite dogs.  I also came across 
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^[[numerous]] piles of stones that covered deposites of krang & blubber, still warm from the whale.  This bespeaks, somewhat, ^[[the]] provident care of the Esquimaux in laying up provision ^[[stores]] for the approaching winter.  I found them still busy in ^[[shadering]] [[strikethrough]] "Charr[[?]] [[/strikethrough]] off from old ug-big, that which is to serve as fuel for the human fires.
But especially were they all hard at work with their gums!  An old woman [[strikethrough]] with [[/strikethrough]] near by, [[strikethrough]] me [[/strikethrough]] kindly ^[[came to me]] [[strikethrough]] [[offred?]] [[/strikethrough]] & offered ^[[me]] a generous slice of the [[underlined "Whale-gum" [[/underlined]] - she was feasting on. Reaching out my hand, with one stroke of her "oo-lou" (an [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] instrument like the domestic article in the states called a mincing or chopping knife) she severed the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] white, fibrous strip ^[[quick as thought.]]  It cut like old cheese.  Its taste was like unripe chestnuts - its appearance to the eye like cocoa-nut meat.  I cannot say this experiment left me a very great admirer of Whale's gum.  If the struggle was for life & its ^[[preservation]] depended on the act, [[underlined]] I would eat whale's gum, till I got something more to my liking! [[/underlined]] 
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