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Sunday, Sept. 16th, 1860
Last night a regular snow storm. This morning wind from N. & a snow storm.
One week to-day since my overthrow by a terrible cold. I am still a sufferer. It is now settled, mainly in my knees. My nights are sleepless from the incessant & stinging pains in them. I hope to be all right again soon. 
I am desirous of having a visit to "Frobisher Bay" This month. If Capt. B. will let Stenny accompany me I will take my boat & crew & [[strikethrough]] tak [[/strikethrough]] make a voyage of discovery settling the whole question as to the location & extent of that water.
The natives aboard - a cofessing[[bad guess]] ^[[(of them the males)]] around the table playing "Dominoes" - a game introduced to them by the English whalers. spent the day reading the Bible & "Pilgrims Progress". 
Kok-en-job-bin, Cudlago's widow, extended the chart of Kujesses's by continuing the South coast of Meta Incognita up to [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] ^[[the]] meridian of the ^[[Meta]] extent of "Frobisher Bay".
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When Sun 5[[degree symbol]] high (W) a "Sun-Dog" 21[[degree symbol]] S. of it - the colors of the Rain-bow.
" " [[dittos for: "Sun-Dog" same height as S. Sailors say: Sign fair weather!
This has been a cold, dull day. In the A.M. [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] hands out whaling. A 'Nor West' snow storm setting in about noon, did not go out this P.M.
The "Amar[[?]]" ^[[(Rescue)]] was brought up along side for the purpose of overhauling some of the contents - putting her to rights preparatory to taking her to her winter quarters in the Bay we visited some weeks ago near Bear Sound.
This eve, I went upon deck & took a view of the stars with my telescope. An Esquimaux (female) has been "An[[?]] Cooting[[guess]]" all day ^[[over to the village]] & up to the hour of my being on deck 10 oclk is at it still. Her cries are ^[[loud &]] piteous. But this is [[strikethrough]] th [[/strikethrough]] ^[[a]] part of the Esquimaux worship. They believe in a great Spirit - have certain heathenish ceremonies that they conform to, feeling they are fulfilling [[strikethrough]] thay [[/strikethrough]] their duty in their performance.