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1861 Mon. Mar 18th [[right margin red vertical line]] One of the parties from Frobisher Bay had a sledge made by & belonging to Sampson - It seemed to take the eye of all the officers from its superior make - its perfection of model for running with ease. Capt. B. made up his mind to purchase it, or, rather to exchange it for one of his. By giving some powders & tobacco "to boot" the trade was made. [[/right margin red vertical line]] I noticed this Morn, that several of the dogs belonging to the Western or Frobisher Bay parties had one of their fore-legs [[strikethrough]] fettered to the [[/strikethrough]] fettered - fastened to their necks. This I found to be for the object of preventing their return - running back home. It will be recollected that Bob's dogs (save one) left during the night succeeding his arrival here a few day's ago. In fact some of these dogs that I write [[strikethrough]] of, [[/strikethrough]] as fettered, Bob's [[strikethrough]] same [[/strikethrough]] dogs are of the number. Nearly all the men who went out on the painful search of yesterday [[strikethrough]] are [[/strikethrough]] find themselves completely "Knocked up" to-day. As for myself, I felt as if I could make good thirty miles, sun to sun, [[strikethrough]] with [[/strikethrough]] notwithstanding the severe labors of yesterday. William Johnston's frozen hand is very bad to-day. By poulticing it is thought he will recover the use of each of his fingers. I fear that I should have had much trouble last night to bring him back to the vessel without many frozen limbs, had it not been for the blessed arrival of [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] Capt. B. with the dogs & sledge while I & [[strikethrough]] we [[/strikethrough]] Johnston were pursuing the search. It would have been past midnight before I & J. could have arrived back to the vessel. [[end page]] [[start page]] 1861 Mond. Mar 18 We had a Sea-pie of a Rabbit (for dinner) shot this morning by Charley. While dining, Capt. B called out: 'Steward,! Steward!' - 'Aye, Aye, Sir' was the immediate response from the ever faithful, energetic Steward who hastened out of his 3 x 9 quarters - the pantry - & stood beside the Capt. who said: - 'Steward, have you seen "our Jack" about lately?' 'Yes, Sir, I saw him but a short time ago'- 'Are you sure'? (continued Capt. B.) 'I wish you would go up & see if he is about [[underlined]] now!' [[/underlined]] The Steward darted away, running above. He soon returned, reporting: '"Jack" [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] is all right - is now on deck. Replied the Commander: - 'That'll do - I nearly began to think we were eating my favorite pup, so much of his wool appeares now & then in this Sea-pie'.!! The whole company of us burst out in uncontrolable roars of laughter, so serious was the Capt. in his apparent anxiety for the safty of [[strikethrough]] our [[/strikethrough]] "our Jack", wh. by the by is a young favorite dog belonging to the "George Henry" kept in Cook's room - the galley. Aurora fine to-night!
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