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He had made a fearful, [[underlined]] desperate [[/underlined]] leap from a shelving alcove to the Main ice - & thence after passing a few rods E. he turns again to his course (wh. he had pursued before turning to the Berg) South.  It was now half past 4 PM - On, we continued, tho' the steps of my companion were growing moderate.  Down again we threw our weary selves flatly upon the ice.  While we were thus resting listlessly, Johnston cried out:  'Hark, I [[underlined]] I do hear the dogs! [[/underlined]]   No sooner had he spoken this, than the driver's cry came to our ears.  We jumped up - looked away to the North - [[underlined]] Thank God, Capt. Budington has sent us help!  New Life was ours! [[/underlined]]   Kummiti & dogs & two co-helpers are fast approaching.  I cannot express the thankful, joyful heart I had, even in the then still doubtful issue of our Work.  Still on- & [[underlined]] on [[/underlined]] to the South we followed John's tracks.  As I knew Johnston would soon be overtaken, I quickened my steps & soon left him far behind.  I turned a few minutes after & who hailed me?  My noble friend, Captain Budington himself!  Now I felt sure we

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should not return, till the fate of the "lost" should be determined.

Capt. B. bid me make my way to the sledge for he knew I must be very much fatigued.  He required the Innuit "Charley", the dog-driver to take my place in "tracking".  It was a relief to me & Johnston receiving this assistance just as we did.

Capt. B had started out a little past 2 - immediately seeing the separation & return of the major part of the Company of 5.  He had visited "Look-Out" Island & with his "Spy" had watched our movements.  He directed his course to the returning party - followed their tracks on meeting them to the place where we parted, thence followed ours which, of course, was the circuitous, serpentine & angular one of "the lost", until with his sharp eyes he sighted us when he struck a direct course.

When Capt. B overtook me it [[?wanted]] 5 minutes of 5.  A few moments brought us to a recess in the coast near the point wh. according to the promises of Johnston was to terminate his further progress with me.

John's tracks showed that he had here endeavored to make land.  I left the sledge & with Charley (Koo-per-nu-ung) followed them up, while Capt. B. & Johnston awaited our determination of what course he (John) finally took.  John we found had endeavored to mount the shore, but in the high perpendicular walls of Ice thrown up by the ever changing tide,