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Saturday Sept 22 1860
Another terrible night! Roll, kick, stretch, up & down, - a thousand positions - & yet sleep comes not.  Of course, Home - my loved Ann - my little ones come dancing into my mind making me joyous that I am in their midst again.  Beautiful are the pictures of Fancy.  They serve to rob many an hour of its pain & weariness.

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A strong NE gale prevailed, all night accompanied with a wet snow.  Almost of [[strikethrough]] [[PM?] [[/strikethrough]] last night another anchor was thrown out as the G.H was dragging the one out.  All through the night, every now & then a snow batch that had accumulated on the masts & yards came a-thundering down on to the deck.  Two of these came pelting direct into the cabin, through the sky-lights, breaking 2 into [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] a number of pieces quite too numerous to mention".
The deck is a foot deep in slush (snow & water) while the mountains around are thickly plastered in white. 

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This morning Thermometer 32[[degree symbol]] - Barometer 28.475  A gale of course, as indicated above.
Yesterday Kujesse, the Esquimaux, killed 5 ducks - Last eve Tu-nuk-de-lien, his nuliana, skinned them & put them in order for cooking for white man's [[strikethrough]] bet [[/strikethrough]] benefit.  Ku-jesse told me I should have one of the best for a broth for me.  I felt: "Now how well this will relish?  Mate Rogers gave special instructions to the Steward to look out for these ducks that the dog - "Me-lak" - did not meddle with them.  This morning Capt B. informs me that the ducks have been devoured by Me-lak, [[strikethrough]] his [[/strikethrough]] the dogs life that we saved the other day from the ferocious & unrelenting attacks of his companions.  The dog was not severely condemned but the Steward & Cook were.  I have lost the fresh soup or broth of ducks that I had made up my mouth for.  But what is my loss is [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] my noble dog's gain.

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My continued poor health, the tremendous snow storm of last night & this morning decide the matter negatively of my boat expedition to Frobisher Bay.  I must give it up for the present.  When the ice makes, & a fair chance comes, with a small company, say one or two, I will proceede with a dog team.  I must map all the coast from near the entrance to Oo-kood-lean Bay to this inlet.  The land wh. extends out into the sea between Kneu-gum-mi uke Bay & Frobisher Strait on North Bay & the Frobisher Bay.  I must do this by next summer I have made up my mind to propose to Mr. [[Roach]] of the Georgiana 

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