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June 20th Thursday 1861
It seems that when Que-jes-se started (8 Oclk this P.M.) "Charley" (Koop-en.newung) & the other Innuits accompanying him had not arrived there.  Que-jes-se says that when a little while out, he met said Innuits (3 PM) on their way there. 
They had stopped on their way sealing.  Thus it is with these sons of the North - "Sons of [[underlined]] Liberty" [[/underlined]] in the [[underlined]] time [[/underlined]] sense of the word - they tale their own time for everything; - they will not "hurry" or [[underlined]] haste [[/underlined]] in anything unless they feel so disposed.  It is but reare they feel disposed to haste - but [[underlined]] to Coffee? [[/underlined]] 

Here comes the letter:
Hell's Delight, June 20/61 
What kind of weather have you got up there?  It has been blowing a gale here for 3 weeks.  For God's sake send us some [[underlined]] Coffee [[/underlined]] & with something encouraging or I shall die soon.  Give my love to Mr. Hall, [[underlined]] if he is in the land of the living. [[/underlined]]
S.O. Burlington

For weeks have the officers & men of this vessel been camping out on the N. Shore of Frosbisher

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June 20, 1861 Thursday

Bay for the object of Whaling in said Bay.

During the most of this time, constant bad weather has been their lot - & only one whale seen.

It is discouraging - truly so - but the "good time," I hope, "is coming."  According to the reports of the Innuits, there are whales annually in that Bay - I trust their appearance there will be soon - & in large numbers - more that as many as will fill the G.A.'s utmost capacity will be captured by the preserving company under Capt. B's command.
Capt. B is my [[underlined]] true [[/underlined]] friend - I truly feel that him [[underlined]] well planned scheme will yet [[/underlined]] be rewarded with abundant sweep.  May it be so.

It is noq XI O'clock night - I hear the winds beginning their same old tune - the Gale Song - Well, we do have a year of it.  So far, the year 1861 must "bear the Palm" of being the most stormy the North has experienced for the Century!
I think I shall accompany Que-jes-se back to "Burlingtonville" to-morrow.  I do not add:  If the weather be pleasant;  for that would imply expecting what we rarely have.  I expect to go, if I am alive & well.
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