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[[symbol: cross]] [[Sunday]] Dec 9. 1860

pair of mine after placing one mitten within the other on the [[strikethrough]] other [[/strikethrough]] unmittened hand (the left) of Tunukdelien.  Taking one hand of T. in mine, on we tramped over the glare ice.  I often asked my companion: 'Ik-Ke?' (Are you cold?)  The uniform answer from the [[underlined]] modest girl [[/underlined]] was 'Ag-gi'!  The Esquimaux are in truth a hot blooded people - from this fact they can endure with comfort where Whites would freeze!  I here call Tunukdelien a 'modest girl'.  It is true.  Ku-jes-se is a young man & took to himself a year since a young wife - a girl indeed about 17 years of age I should judge.  She is pretty - yes, handsome in the eyes of both English & Americans who have seen her.  With all is naturally modest - [[underlined]] exceptionally so. [[/underlined]]  I might say in truth [[strikethrough]] actually [[/strikethrough]] never met her equal in this respect.  After arriving at the Village we bent our steps toward Ebierbing's new Igloo.  I was ahead in the path leading thereto.  As I turned to go into the passage [[strikethrough]] lead [[/strikethrough]] way, I looked around & saw my company some little distance behind.  Thinking she would soon follow me I made my entrance & was welcomed by Tuk-oo-li-too.  Remaining a short time & finding Tu-nuk-de lien still absent, I left to seek her.  What was my surprise when I found her walking to & fro in the bleak wind with the numerous igloos in wait for my return?  (Though residing in Upper Village) She had many acquaintances - friends in this village & I knew not but she had called upon some one of them.  I asked her why she did not still continue to accompany me [[strikethrough]] & go [[/striekthrough]] so that I should not be alone in making my friendly calls.  Thinking to make the inception calls together, I turned toward Chimerarchu's igloo & cried to Tunukdelien: 'Ki-eete' (come to me)  She came slowly hanging her head sideways like a very modest but somewhat awkward country (?) girl.

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My importunities were great, yet with great difficulty I got her to enter so far as to the 3d & last low entrance to the Igloo.  There she [[strikethrough]] indeed [[/strikethrough]] quite refused to go further.  I called to Kok-er-Zhun within whom I knew to be her particular friend daughter of the deceased Cudlargo, to come & insist upon [[strikethrough]] Tuk- [[/strikethrough]] Tunukdelien's coming in.  Kok-en-zhun called to her but did not move from her seat by her lamp.  I soon found the reason of her not answering to my call was that she was not dressed, save having on her long tailed hooded coat.  She was seated [[strikethrough]] on crossed legged as is usua [[/strikethrough]] on her crossed legs, [[underlined]] bare I supposed, [[/underlined]] with furs drawn up around her.
 
No persuation could induce Tunukderlien to come in.  So I remained in said Igloo 10 minutes attending upon Nuk-er-ton who is now nearly well.  All she requires is [[underlined]] something to eat [[/underlined]] & a very essential matter with every one at times!

From here I went to the Igloo where the deceased Esquimaux Koo-per-ar Chu's]relatives were.  Here I found the family all [[strikethrough]] seated [[/strikethrough]] sitting in a close group on the platform usual to all Igloos.  They were pensive bemoaning the loss of a beloved brother & excellent Seal hunter.  For three days from the death of Koo-par-ya are his relatives [[strikethrough]] to thus [[/strikethrough]] thus to mourn.  This is Innuit custom.  This group of mourners I found indulging the hope that at the end of three days their lost brother would be in "Kood-ley-par-mi-ung" there forever to enjoy its pleasure - feasting on Tuk-too, from star to star!

When I left this Igloo, I looked sharply for Tu-nuk de-lien & could not find her.  I concluded she must have left for the Vessel where was Kujesse, her Winga.  It was [[strikethrough]] not [[/strikethrough]] now [[strikethrough]] 1 O'clk P.M. [[/strikethrough]] & I started for the G. Henry having an attendant, one of G. H.'s men.  We had gone 1/2 way, when looking around there was my lost companion coming with the speed of the wind.  Tu-nuk-de-lien possesses other excellent qualities than those I've named; [[strikethrough]] among which [[/strikethrough]] I may name that of being a capital hand at the oar - & a fleet traveller!  To show that I had some gallantry left, my heart bid me:  Go & meet this noble daughter of the frigid North.  I obeyed by a smart run toward her.