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Monday, Dec. 31st 1860 The morning calm - but few stars visible - Thermometer 0 Barometer 29.200 The gale which commenced at 5 o'clock last eve continued to 12 o'clock, midnight. One of the ogbig (Whale) carcass that were near by during the late breaking up by the swell was carried away. The other lies deeply imbeded in the ice, so that the dogs cannot get at it - As they require to be fed up ere starting on my "Frobisher Bay" Expedition, shall dig down to the remaining carcass to-day. By the by, I cannot see how these creatures live & keep [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] their own so well. It seems they almost live upon [[underlined]] nothing & flourish at that! [[/underlined]] As to giving them salt beef - "(junk") you might as will deal out a killing dose of Strichnine at once. The latter would comparatively be a [[underlined]] humane [[/underlined]] act to that of allowing them access to a slow but sure poison. This Morning, went over to N. Star Village with a pair of civilization pants in hand for Tuk-oo-li-too to use as model in size in cutting out the Kod-lings (Tuk-too breeches) for me, which is a portion of my native Winter dress. [[end page]] [[start page]] 1860 Dec 31 Mon. I carried over more of the Cincinnati "Cracklings" to Tuk-oo-li-too who pronounced them capital for soup. Her winga, Ebierbing, joins in the decision. Captain B. gave me a package of Bread dust - 3 or 4 Sea biscuits pounded & sifted - which I took over to T. that she might incorporate it with the soup she is about to make as an experiment The ever to be remembered conversation with Bailey in Ebierbing's Igloo relative to the loss of his father - the never dying love of his mother etc - the point being to get him to promise me he would cease taking God's name in vain. The promise - the attention shown by him to my expressed desire. My hopes my prayers for him. The locking of hands as the promise was given me. The interest of Tuk-oo-li-too at what I said to B. While here, sent for by Capt. My immediate return - I wanted by Capt. B. to lead a company of the men to Whale Island & indicate the spot where I had made a [[underlined]] cache [[/underlined]] of [[underlined]] Whale [[/underlined]] for the dogs, some months ago. The party of natives near, mostly of the upper village, re-digging where they had deposited some of the Krang. The ocasional finding of a piece that had been overlooked when the [[underlined]] cache [[/underlined]] was opened. All the natives have "a bite" of each piece found. The "prospecting" for my [[underlined]] cache [[/underlined]] - failed to find it - the probability that the Innuits have dug it up &
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