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20 1861 [[symbol: cross]] Mar 17 would not admit of his accomplishing it: Behind these ice barriers the edges of sombre rocks peered through. Johnston was deceived thereby at one particular spot 'There he is' cried J.' - "There! Do you see!' pointing excitedly to the point indicated. For a few moments all eyes were strained; but [[/strikethrough]] searching [[/strikethrough]] sighting showed that John's tracks led him Easterly & then South around the Spit of land on the ice. Again we followed on for 1/2 mile, when we were led into a little water space [[strikethrough]] Bay [[/strikethrough]] that was limited by a high Bluff [[strikethrough]] mad [[/strikethrough]] Here the ice became rough. I & Capt. B. were on the sledge, while Charley & Johnston kept directly upon the track. From the bottom on extreme of the little space of water that made up to the base of the indicated Bluff, sprang out another spit wh. swept around a little way to the South, its Southern side being limited by the channel through which we passed last Fall with the "Rescue" up into the Bay [[strikethrough]] befor [[/strikethrough]] where we made anchorage while we visited Frobisher Bay. Though the tracks of "the lost", led up into this recess, Capt B & myself thought that John had made his way up into it for the object of passing directly across the neck of the peninsula instead of going around it. [[strikethrough]] While [[/strikethrough]] Charley & Johnston thought it best to continue on his track while Capt. B. & myself concluded to pass on with dogs - Kummitie till we [[end page]] [[start page]] 21 1861 [[symbol: cross]] Mar 17 should arrive to the place [[strikethrough]] there [[/strikethrough]] where John would probably make the ice on the other side. The distance around we thought could [[strikethrough]] could can [[/strikethrough]] be but trifling. Before we had passed out of sight of the track followers, we heard the loud but mournful toned voice of the Innuit Charley. We checked the dogs - & turned them back, & thence followed up. Our eyes were watching [[underlined]] intensely [[/underlined]] each movement - each step of Charley. All at once, he stopped - threw up his arms & hands letting them fall slowly, [[underlined]] droopingly! [[/underlined]] [[strikethrough]] down to his side. [[/strikethrough]] It needed no language, other than what we saw in the motions of this noble hearted Innuit, to tell us the [[strikethrough]] one [[/strikethrough]] terrible termination of this day's search! "Charley" & Johnston [[strikethrough]] came [[/strikethrough]] turned to meet Capt. B & myself. Said they - "We've found him - & fear he's dead!' Neither had approached nearer than 1/2 doz. rods of him whom [[strikethrough]] we [[/strikethrough]] we had so long sought. I flew as fast as my limbs would carry me - A few moments found me grasping his arm - [[underlined]] It was as cold & rigid as the monuments of ice around us! [[/underlined]] O, My God, Thy ways, are not our ways! - [[strikethrough]] Have [[/strikethrough]] There is Thy [[strikethrough]] indiscern [[/strikethrough]] own inscrutable way. Thou didst see fit to bring us
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