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1861 Thurs. Mar 28 way down into the cabin. Mate Rogers seemed almost completely knocked up by the ventures of the night. It was several minutes before he could speak. His face was the only [[strikethrough]] place [[/strikethrough]] spot human about him. Even this was behind snow-wreaths that had been [[underlined]] pelted [[/underlined]] [[strikethrough]] upon him [[/strikethrough]] at him by ruthless storms. After sufficient time had elapsed for the restoration of these parties, Mate Rogers related the incidents of the day & night. They arrived at the peninsula, head of Bay extending over near Frobisher Bay about 1 P.M. - The wind was then blowing furiously, the air so filled with snow that one could not see his hand before him. Here the Innuit Que-jes-se advised they should build an Igloo & remain in it until the end of the gale, but, (White-man like) R. thought himself the wiser, so he said they should come [[strikethrough]] would come should [[/strikethrough]] Home after resting a few minutes & refreshing themselves with some snow water. Rogers declares he felt so dry that he would have given any price in the world for a drink of cold water. They had with them a "conjura" with which they tried for an hour to make some snow water but the storm was so severe, they failed until finally they got 2 casks together that shielded somewhat - sufficient, at least, to allow them to melt enough for moderate drinks. At 2 P.M. they started back direct for the vessel instead of proceeding to the settlement of Innuits for meat as contemplated when they started this morning. They made good time as far as "Frenchman's Head" - indeed along up within 7 miles of the vessel - to Parker's Bay keeping the ridge [[end page]] [[start page]] 1861 Thurs. Mar 28 of mountains running S.E. & N.W. of their left & within sight. On reaching Parker Bay, Rogers advised to strike across direct to vessel. From this time to a short time preceeding reaching the vessel we may consider they were "lost"! - & had it not been for my dog, "BarbeKark" would have so remained thro' the night. Dogs are generally unmanageable when you attempt to force them in the teeth of a storm. The "Leader" of the team belonged to "Charley", the Innuit, strange to say, lost his way. Yet, I must say, [[underlined]] not so strange after all, [[/underlined]] for a young dog (wh. had been in harness all day when cast adrift from its becoming a constant [[underlined]] "drag") [[/underlined]] led the whole astray. On disengaging this non working dog it directed course to the North of the Bay - "Rescue" Bay. When nearing some of the Islands studding the waters in that direction it was perceived that dog "BarbeKark" was still struggling to make a [[underlined]] different [[/underlined]] route - on meeting these Islets they became aware of having been led out of [[underlined]] true [[/underlined]] course & that "BarbeKark" tho - not Leader, had probably been "all along [[underlined]] "Knowing" [[/underlined]] to the [[underlined]] true [[/underlined]] track & was then (as all the time before) striving for the Right. It being uncertain to Mr. R & Quejesse [[strikethrough]] where [[/strikethrough]] wh. course to take, they allowed the way of "BarbeKark" to be followed. This brought them direct to the Ship!
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