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1860 Tuesday 11th Dec. The sky is covered this Morn by thick clouds. Not a star to be seen, nor doth the Aurora appear. The latter proves that the clouds are low down, for when distant the Aurora may often be seen between the Earth & the clouds. Barometer has began to rise. Lifted up one tenth during the night. For Six days the wind has been blowing steadily Fresh [[strikethrough]] fresh [[/strikethrough]] from the N.W. The Last three, the thermometer has been below Zero. Our cold weather [[strikethrough]] seems to [[/strikethrough]] comes from the N.W. Past us hath been sweeping clear cold air that but a few hours before was Kissing the hills & hillocks of King William's Land. O, how my heart longs to be there seeking out the great mysterious enwrapped therein! Give me power O, God to do good wherever I go. While here, may I be an humble instrument in Thy Hands to advance the Cause of Knowledge of Thy beautiful Earth. O, Give me a pure heart - a repentant heart - a heart that shall delight in Thy Ways - in Thy Holiness Jesus, be Thou Mine, Now & forever At 1/2 past 11 A.M. I had prepared myself for a tramp to the N. Star Village, Intending to make a few calls on my Esquimaux friends. - Especially did I wish to call on sick Nuk-er-tow - I had in my pocket a portion of a little package of Black Tea donated by Coffin Grocer on 5th Street, Cincinnati, also a few [[strikethrough]] papers [[/strikethrough]] of the Copelins I brought from Greenland. Thermometer stood at 40° below freezing point therefore my nasal organ had to be well protected by much bundling. Deliver me from any more of Job's Comforters especially if there be any signs of them approaching that bridge below my eyes which indeed may be termed from my late experience "the Bridge of Sighs"! [[end page]] [[start page]] 1860 Dec 11th Tuesday I proceeded alone to said Village. My 1st call was at Ebierbing's Igloo. Found Tuk-oo-li-too busily preparing a kettle of boiled Eng. Barley for her [[underlined]] breakfast [[/underlined]] - rather a late hour for the meal. She allowed me several bountiful hot tastes - I must admit, I can imagine when I have eaten the like with a better relish, nevertheless it was in my place to eat as [[underlined]] a guest, [[/underlined]] finding fault with nothing. Tuk-oo-li-too declared I would not like it for she had no salt in it - & none to put in. She said that tarrioke (Sea) water was not good to boil barley, in or any thing of like nature, tho' it was indeed excellent for Seal-blood! I promised Tuk-oo-li-too that I would speak to Capt. B. & see if he would'nt spare her some salt. She replied I thank you - only a bit - a little bit do I require. 'If he can, he will spare you enough to last you some time, I think', said I. Capt Budington is very kind to us, Innuits', said this noble woman. In the mean time I called for one of Ebierbing's papers & proceeded to [[strikethrough]] take [[/strikethrough]] raise a smoke! [[strikethrough]] This igloo was [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] Falling into the almost universal habit of the Country [[underlined]] Smoking! [[/underlined]] Only now & then however. Horrible, 'Is'nt it! Taking out the Copelins & Black Tea I presented her nearly all the former knowing she had acquired great taste for them while the latter I requested she should use in making occasionally a cup of tea for Nukerton - sick Nukerton. Tuk-oo-li-too cheerfully responded that she would attend to Nukerton at once. Ebierbing's sister Noud-long (Jenny) & Kou-oud-e-ar (Sushy) I found moving into Ebierbing's Igloo. They think (& justly too) that by so doing the Igloo will be warmer, one more lamp & 2 more bodies making it so. I had not long in said Igloo before these 2 Esquimaux woman came in with all their "this World's Goods." Koo-oud-e-ar proceeded at once to locate her lamp on the opposite side of the Igloo - on the left as one enters - filing it up bountifully with seal blubber & then wicking it with moss which sent forth a long even train of light & a glowing heat. Poo-too, [[underlined]] the Mother of the Anglo Saxon Child having three fathers, [[/underlined]] came in also while I was there. She was to the vessel this morning when Capt. B. presented her with a fine lot of Supungers (beads) which she displayed with much dignity & decorum to the admiring group around. Poo-too is an [[strikethrough]] unfor [[/strikethrough]] unfortunate woman. She has a White Child!
