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Saturday Sept 29 1860

Last night by 11 o'clock the storm had died away to almost a calm. The night long I roused up now & then & as often found the "George Henry" resting as quietly on the waters ^[[as]] a child on its mother's breast. Sweet sleep was on the eyes of all. This morning the decks of the G.H. were cleared of the snow that had become ^[[storm]] impacted upon it. The masts, yards, & rigging were reneered[[guess]] in chrystal (ice). Following the clearance, the torch was applied to the try-works - blubber scaps ^[[were]] soon ablaze generating heat [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] for boiling out whale oil! Half of the men of the G.H. were now sent off to [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] Rescue Island for the purpose of clearing out the provisions, casks, sails & rigging in general of the Schooner Rescue prior to final abandonment. These were put under charge of Mate Rogers. I accompanied 3rd officer, Gardiner, & his Boat's crew. We landed on the spot where the "Georgiana" had been pounding for the last 2 days. By the by, Mate Gardiner & 2 Boats' crews were sent by Capt. B to assist Capt. Tyson in hauling the Georgiana off the Rocks & towing him to anchorage out into the harbor. To the surprise & joy of every one it was found that the "Georgiana" continued tight! One anchor as it was hove in was found to have parted thus [[image - drawing of top half of broken anchor]], the ^[[other]] part -- [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] the bill on [[?]] of course [[image - drawing of other half of broken anchor]] "still sticking in the mud"! The other anchor when drawn in was found though of course it had failed to hold on when the other gave out!
I took a view of the "Rescue" as she laid upon her larboard-side high & dry on the Rocks with her bottom stove in. I mounted her side. [[?]] deck was tipping ^[[inland]] to an angle of 45[[degree symbol]]. I went down into her cabin - [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] looked into her hold - [[?]] under her, around her! I felt grieved at her end - her destruction thus! Associations of an interesting nature came looming up into my mind as I contemplated this scene. She had been of the "United States Grinnell Expedition" in search of Sir John Franklin & his company, in 1850-1. The Rescue had been the consort of ^[[the]] "Advance" with which Dr. Kane afterward made the memorable voyage, [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] the 2d Grinnell Expedition in search of Sir John Franklin in 1853-4 & 5.
The Rescue's [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] quondam consort after having given forth freely of its planks & timbers for the ^[[preservation in]] warmth of Dr K & his party, was finally abandoned to the ices of the North which, unrelentingly grasped it. The "Advance" was abandoned Sunday, May 20th 1855, in Rensselaer Harbor, Lat 78[[degree symbol]] - 37'N | Long 70[[degree symbol]] - 40'W, [[?]] 5 years & 9 Days from the abandonment of the "Rescue" in Rescue Harbor, Lat 62-51 Long
While the men proceeded to cut away the bull warks of the "Rescue" preparatory to setting out casks &c I made my way over to that part of the island a little way off where my Expedition craft had been last seen. Alas there was nothing left but the stern post fast to a 3 inch cable. All else was gone! These were unmistakable signs of the desperate struggle between the elements & my Budington ere the latter was torn from its position. The length of my boat was 28 feet. The high tide prevailing (full Moon to day) & the storm had carried "My Budington" high & dry on the Rocks where the Rescue now lies. The men of the Georgiana while [[?]]liles upon the Island had thoughtfully & kindly taken a 3 inch rope & made the Boat fast to the rocks. The hurricane took the Boat up & carried it several rods [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] leaving it on the further side of a ledge of of stones still held by the line. Around this spot are incontestable witnesses of the desperation of the fight! The line to which the Budington had been secured was still taut as if 10 yoke of oxen were straining upon it! One end had been slippenmoored[[guess]] over the point of an immovable rock while the other by the struggling boat had been drawn down into [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] a crevice not more than 5/8 inch wide. Thus like a ponderous vice the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] rock-jaws caught the strained rope & thus held it precisely with the same strain as when my Budington departed. The ^[[3 in]] rope was, [[underlined]] is now [[/underlined]], so taut that in the distance of 22 feet, between 2 bearings, it only sags 1/2 inch! I jumped upon it with my whole weight (say 200 lbs) & astonishing it was to me, I [[strikethrough]] do [[/strikethrough]] depressed it but trifling![[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] On taking off my weight, its position was apparently the same, gravitating in the centre still only the 1/2 inch! The other evidences of [[underlined]] the "fight" [[underlined]] were to be seen on all the rocks within a semi-circle of over 60 feet diameter. Streaks of white & Blue from the Boat's erxterior[[guess]] embelishments were those evidences. 
My sorrow at this loss is indeed great, but He who rideth in the Whirlwind orders all things for the best. To His Will I bow with ^[[the]] sentiment pervading my soul - Not Mine, but Thine O God, be done..
All oars, but one, went with the Boat. The sails & Mast had been taken out & a tent made of them by the natives on the island. [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] In the bottom of the boat was a flag staff [[strikethrough]] of of [[/strikethrough]] designed for the beautiful U.S. silk flag I have ^[[with]] me, intending to plant it over the graves of Sir John Franklin which Henry Grinnell, myself, & some others believe will be found on King William's Land. 
The natives upon the island (all of whom had escaped from the [[strikethrough]] George Henry [[/strikethrough]] "Georgiana" with the ship's crew during the night of the 26th found the sail to my Budington a valuable protection during the 51 hours they were there. I was glad that they were thus befriended. When I landed on the island, I found several lady (?) Esquimaux housed under its well turned folds & beside them I saw feasting upon a huge pile of Whale! They were as happy as clams in high water! From this I visited the wreck of Kujesse's Whale Boat [[strikethrough]] as [[/strikethrough]] lying on the windward side of the Island. This Boat has been lying astern of the Rescue (fast to her) for several days. When the "Rescue" lifted her anchorage she went & [[underlined]] was dashed into a thousand [[/underlined]] pieces, literally! A few moment ago I stood over those pieces! This Boat had belonged to the lamented Esquimaux Cudlargo [[underlined]] who was [[/underlined]], when living, [[underlined]] the best Bow-Head Whaler he ever saw [[/underlined]], either of White Men or Esquimaux! This Whale Boat had been presented to Cudlargo in [[strikethrough]] 1857 [[/strikethrough]] 1858 when Cudlargo left home with Capt. B for the States last Fall he (I) gave his Boat to Kujesse to use till his return this season. Therefore Kujesse had this boat when wrecked. With this Boat, of which I write at length, more whales have been struck & secured then ^[[with]] any other known in these regions! The loggerhead belonging to said boat, which I now possess, has deeply burnt line grooves of greater depth then [[strikethrough]] any [[/strikethrough]] any I have ever seen. The material of which [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] logger-heads are made is best of white oak -- 2d growth.