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30th Night in an Igloo! Friday, Feb. 8th 1861. Two weeks this Morning & the sight of Ebierbing's return from the G.H. greeteth me - the Blessings of Heaven were signally showed up on me & the Innuits around! Never can I forget that Morning - the Morning of the Twenty Fifth of January, 1861. [[underlined]] That [[/underlined]] Box of [[underlined]] provision & that letter [[/underlined]] from Capt Budington, my noble friend, & [[underlined]] that Seal [[/underlined]] wh. Ebierbing had harpooned that Morning laying side by side of the Box on the Kum-mi-ti. How can I ever forget thence - Knowing & feeling the circumstances we had been, & were then in? Lively be the memory of [[underlined]] all [[/underlined]] that scene & its adjuncts. The Gale of yesterday broke about 12 Midnight but commenced again 2 hours after day light & has continued to the present writing X P.M. We have kept Iglooed the day long & so I might say of all the Innuits of the place. One or two exceptions may be made. For dinner today "boiled rice" & molasses which I & my 2 companions ate with a good relish - Good relish! Aye - with a [[underlined]] sharpened [[/underlined]] appetite! Innuits know & can appreciate good dinners as well as White folks! I have said I & my two companions ate this glorious dish. I should have included others - how many I cannot tell. The sequel may give [[end page]] [[start page]] 1861 Friday Feb 8th others a chance to guess as well as myself! Ugarny somehow had or anticipated that I was a going to have rice for myself & friends for dinner therefore through hurricane & snow he made his way from his Igloo to ours a full hour before time. I may here as well state that whenever we have a dish preparing over the (Fire Light) it gets noised about & a goodly proportion of the town, including the children, are sure to be on hand [[underlined]] waiting & waiting [[/underlined]] till the meal is partaken of. Sometimes I give a little & sometimes none. Much of the time I am living on nearly an empty stomach. I have got to crush down some of my disposition to give - give - Give or [[underlined]] I'll be crushed beyond relief! [[/underlined]] This is no fiction but Fact! Well, as said, Ugarny was on hand - He 'waited & waited' - So did I! 'The rice was done' as Tuk-oo-li-too informed me. Duty to myself seemed to dry: 'Thou hast none to spare beyond thy own necessities; but, if those have willt they two friends participate to whom thou does anticipate great assistance in carrying out the Great Work for which thou visited the North, then it is meet to share with them, [[underlined]] but go no further!' [[/underlined]] I made up my mind on this that the rice eating should be put off for supper. Tuk-oo-li-too turned to me & said the Rice was done & would soon be Cold. I said Let it go now. I was engaged writing up my Journal & paid no further attention to the matter thinking she understood me. But not so, ere I was aware of it a dish of hot Rice & Molasses was in the hands of each of us. I could not go on under the circumstances, Ugarny having worked so hard to get his dinner in our Igloo. I therefore