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1861 Feb 22d Friday

the change from Igloo life to that of Cabin's.  From the Igloo to the warm confined air of a house - so to write it - is so considerable that I could not rest.  It will take time to accomodate myself to the change.  Ebierbing with whom I shared my birth, could not sleep.  In fact, we went through the sweating process!

During my 42 nights in an Igloo, [[underlined]] I slept well. [[/underlined]]  In all my absence (43 days) took no cold - my health never better except the effects that must always follow when changing from Civilization food to that of animal as used by the Innuits.  

To-day make a visit forward, holding sociable conversation with all - then visited the galley - the Cook's quarters.  A single cold "Elephant's ear", - as Capt B. always terms flippers or "Slap-Jacks" - adorned a plate resting near where I sat by the Cook stove.  I was invited to its eating by the Superintendent of that room who added to it a slice of hot boiled salt pork (Cincinnati pork by the by).  Giving a portion of the "Elephant Ear" to a wishful looking Innuit Ugarny who sat hard by, I commenced operations.  I had not taken more than two bits of the cold-condensed-flat-as-a-pan-Kake before a dog, which seems a pet in the Cook room, grabbed one corner of it carrying that part of it away to a dark recess among the oil casks where I suppose he had as good a time as I.

The Natives all glad to see me - & I them.  Suzhe, Ebierbing's aunt, overwhelmed with joy at meeting me.  The success or rather non-success of the natives here in capturing seal.  Only 3 caught by both the upper & lower villages since my leaving the Ship.  Those living at the upper village all departed nearly all gone over to Frobisher Bay.  Three Igloos on the ice stern ofthe ship.

Miner ([[space]]) came in to-day from a Seal hole where he has spent unsuccessfully 48 hours.  My Greenlanders (dogs) all in 

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excellent order, Capt. B having had his men feed them daily on the whale meat which lies imbeded in the ice near the "Last of the Rescue".  The dogs so glad to see me that I was overrun by these my constant friends!

The visit with Capt B. to the dismantled Rescue.  The masts have been felled by the "Woodman's axe".  Capt B's narrow escape from a death Blow.  As it is, he has received a terrible blow over his right eye wh. knocked him down & stunned him.  The "Crow hunt" by Capt B. to-day, I accompaning to carry the game!  Deceiving the sable birds - Capt B. & I jumping down into Whale pit, he remaining & I leaving!  [[underlined]] "Crows cannot Count"! [[/underlined]]  We return to "George Henry" in single file minus a Crow!  The men [[underlined]] Crow [[/underlined]] over our success!

If pleasant to-morrow Ebierbing & Ugarny with other parties of natives proceede to Oo-Kood-lear (Budington Bay).  The list of articles I desire for my friends E. & T. Capt. B. willingness to supply it on a/c of the importance of having these two to accompany me on my voyage.  Capt. B. communicates his views that we are to have an early opening of the ice locked waters - thinks that I shall experience no difficulty in making passage up Hudson's Straits to Fox Channel.