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Christmas Eve Capt. B. again visited sick Nukerton to-day. His goodly deeds are far more numerous than I record. As I write, the Steward (Hudson) comes in every few moments with an armfull of this "Excellencies" for the morrow. He has been busily employed carrying out the Commanders instructions for a week in preparations & now comes the results. The Capt. & My little Cabin [[strikethrough]] room [[/striekthrough]] is packed with Christmas! I hardly dare trust [[strikethrough]] myself [[/strikethrough]] to [[strikethrough]] look [[/strikethrough]] lift my eyes from this pen now dancing before me. I expect to make some early calls (mid the "wee-bit-hours") among the Igloos of North Star Village. They within shall know I'm around. I resolve on a demonstration that shall [[underlined]] ring [[/underlined]] in their [[underlined]] Iron [[/underlined]] memories. I hope to be able to select good items for record of the day. This day has been a fair - mild one. Most of the time a perfect calm. This eve the Moon & Stars nearly obscured by clouds that are sending down a snow shower. I have taken the opportunity of late of telling Tuk-oo-li-too about America - the land of Washington. More especially of Washington - the "Father of his country". She had never heard of the name, though often visiting American ships while here. Never did I see greater pleasure excited than on repeating, as simply as I could to her, many historical incidents of his life. [[double underlined]] "George Washington" [[/double underlined]] is now one of our daily themes. Though solicitous of having me tell more & more of him, the subject can never tire me - & ought not [[strikethrough]] ever [[/strikethrough]] any [[underlined]] American - [[/underlined]] or [[underlined]] lover of Man. [[/underlined]] Nearly every Innuit has been out with his gun to-day - but nothing secured. When open water appears in the Bay [[end page]] [[start page]] Christmas Eve by the breaking up of the ice they take their guns. The spears are used in winter only over Seal-holes. Tuesday [[underlined]] Christmas Eve [[/underlined]] & Dec 25th 1860 [[underlined]] Christmas Day [[/underlined]] have passed! The "George Henry" has been the center of an exciting - I might almost say happy - scene! To all [[underlined]] appearances, [[/underlined]] indeed, [[underlined]] it has been a happy [[/underlined]] scene! The termination has found all (?) rejoicing at the "Merry Christmas" we have had. I will give record to the eve & day only by "droppings". - The consultation by Capt. B. & myself - "How to splice the main Brace" - the inventive qualities of man. X o'clock commence operations. "Fine goods done up in small parcels." The 100 per cent handed up from "the Rum" by Mate G - the [[underlined]] "White Pitcher" [[/underlined]] & the mammoth pan & mate L. superintending mixture - Smith called out - the jump of "Old Father Time" from 11 to midnight! Capt. B. good at clock turning The 12 o'clock guns from the G.H. Every man routed - "Main Brace spliced fore & aft, particularly the latter.
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