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[[symbol: cross]] Sunday Dec. 23rd 1860 The thermometer this morning stands 4 1/2[[degree symbol]] lower than last night - Of course, it is less than freezing point by 3[[degree symbol]]. Wind fresh from S.E. Bar 30.150. A few stars visible - the Dipper now in Zenith plainly to be seen. The steward now comes to the Aft Cabin asking Capt. B. who is beside me, if he shall give the Innuits any meat with their ration this Morn. 'Yes, Yes' is the reply 'they are hard up indeed, The Lord have Mercy on the poor creatures, I'll do all I can - that is but little'. The above was written this Morn. I now continue [[strikethrough]] commence [[/strikethrough]] this day's record This has been a fine day - to us of the "George Henry" a very fine day. I could almost have exclaimed at one time [[strikethrough]] to-day [[/strikethrough]] [[underlined]] The finest - the best day of my life. [[/underlined]] The Sequel will explain this. About 10 o'clock, nearly every officer & man of the George H. was out: some rambling some hunting - some visiting at the North Star Village, while the Commander was calling upon the sick - [[strikethrough]] he [[/strikethrough]] Seeking out subjects of his care & attention among the natives of said village. In the mean time, with one of the men, I went out to take a walk. The Sun though but about 3[[degree symbol]] high seemed to make all nature glorious. We had not gone far [[end page]] [[start page]] [[Symbol: cross]] Dec 23 1860 Westward on the ice before seeing numerous natives & some of our [[strikethrough]] out [[/strikethrough]] men hunting Seals among the broken floes. Thinking to pass from the main ice to that which had become detached, "Add" (my company) being one step ahead found himself quick as thought down waiste deep in the Tarrioke (Sea). He had trusted [[strikethrough]] him [[/strikethrough]] his foot to suspicious looking ice - & got a regular soak [[strikethrough]] for it. [[/strikethrough]] I jumped to his assistance. The more we struggled the deeper he went. At last "a heave altogether", brought "Add" floundering like a captured seal on the firm ice. This ended [[underlined]] our [[/underlined]] company walk for the day - though not mine. When I got back to the vessel I found Capt. B. busily engaged preparing things for sick Nukerton from whose bed-side he had just returned. I took the opportunity of accompanying him when all was ready. The plaster for Nukerton's side which the Captain had prepared with his own hand was for me to carry. Away we went & never shall I forget it - [[underlined]] No, never! [[/underlined]] The Captain never showed himself - [[underlined]] or any body else [[/underlined]] the better advantage notwithstanding the [[strikethrough]] sad [[/strikethrough]] habitiments in which he was dressed. [[underlined]] He was on a Mission of Mercy! [[/underlined]] He was dressed in frock - on his head a Russian Cap - Under his left arm 2 tin cups (one containing coffee, sugar) - By his side I walked carrying in my hand the open plaster - Ahead of us was the kind hearted Oo-kood-lear carrying a huge, well filled, smoking coffee pot. Around us danced my Greenlanders. I was astonished at the rapid
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Reviewed. Corrected for incorrect insertion designation, irrelevant strikethroughs & other transcription errors. @kdownunder
