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1861 June 24 Sat. 

"Greenlanders; save Bar-be-Kurk, being among the missing.  They have been called - hunted for in every direction but no appearance of them yet.  They have got scent of Tuk-too or Polar Bear & followed tracks.  There is prospect that such sledge will have to start off with small team.

At VIII A.M. Rescue H. time the train started.  I & Capt. B. preceeded the sledges as did 2 men who belonged to the G.H. - Sharkey ([[space]]), one of the noblest hearted Innuits of the North accompanied Capt. B. side by side for over a mile so reluctant was he to part even for a day with him (Capt B.)  We found the travelling bad - growing worse & worse.  At last made the head of Bay leading from Rescue Bay to near F. Bay - here we waited a long time for the sledges.

I will here simply copy what I wish to preserve.

Bearing of Morgan Hall  40°
Course to head of Bay  255°
General extension of Bay up to where it narrows - Looking South  70° - & 250°
" [[ditto for: Looking]] N.  60 - & 240°
Course (N)  240°
Entrance Channel of Schooner Rescue  244°
Outward " " " " [[dittos for: Channel of Schooner Rescue]]  206°

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1861 June 29 Sat.

Rt. Tangent of Mountain Island mouth of Bay  210°
Lt. T.  240°
Looking to extent of Bay Toward Frobisher Bay  70°
Course across narrow neck of Land toward French Head  280
Arrived on to Rescue Bay hIV-00 P.M. of R.H.T.
Opposite French H. VI-00 " " " [[dittos for: P.M. of R.H.T.]]

Just before making the land for crossing the "narrow neck" [[?leaving]] water R Bay, a seal was seen by Quejesse out on the ice.  He commenced the seal song - Capt. B. & I joining.  Poor seal was frightened.  The dogs caught sight of it & tried their best to rush on, but the travelling was so bad that slow progress was all they could make.  Dick, an Innuit on his way to Rescue Bay to seal, caught the spirit of the excitement & joined his voice to the "thunderings" of ours.  At last it became almost certain that poor seal would fall an easy prey to our device & to make it more certain, Quejesse kept crying out to Capt B. & me for a [[?Sheving]] (Knife).  Somehow we could not understand him.  With the excitement on his mind & the thought of our inattention to his calls Q. shoutingly called to Dick to cut the Draught string of the dog leader.  No sooner said then done.  Away & Away the noble fellow bounded - but on the instant of making his last leap, seal's stern flippers were just disappearing through the seal-hole - proving the truth of the saying - "a slip between the cup & lip"!

The travelling we found very much changed from what it was when I went down.  On Rescue Bay it was terrible.  We were obliged to walk nearly all the way - the water much of the way over our Boots.  In some places, on looking around, it showed the appearance