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1861 July 27th Sat.

tinkled like steel.  The whole force was not against the vessel or we should have been swept along with it.  Some portions of the ice field had struck the land & thus arrested its course yet the strain upon the ships cable was intense.  Men were ordered to get down the bow on to the ice with chisels or ice [[?spallers]] & cut away on the flow.  They done so working hardly.  In the mean time Capt. B. happened to look over toward Look Out Island & there between us & it was the "Immortal Rescue" drifting from Cooper's Island straight to the very spot where she was at anchor when overtaken by the hurricane which wrecked her last Fall.  At the moment Capt. Budington saw her, it was expected that we were actually dragging anchor, being swept along with the drifting ice.  The very acme of bad luck seemed to have been reached so Capt. B. exclaimed on the instant.  There comes that Ghost of Hamlet to haunt me

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1861 July 27 Sat.

again.  I never shall do any thing I undertake till that curse is out of sight.  Blast her - I would burn her [[underlined]] if she would burn. [[/underlined]]  I would give a thousand dollars if she was out of my sight & I could never see her again &c &c.  My replies to Capt. B. to all this & much more than this are [[underlined]] Tantalizing [[/underlined]] to him, but nevertheless he takes [[underlined]] my [[/underlined]] talk all in good humor.
The wind lulled a little after 10 o'clock [[strikethrough]] this night [[/strikethrough]] & allowed some of the men to turn in.  Yet a Watch is keep up.
Just at night Capt. B. & I went over to Whale Island.  Took a look all around of the appearance of the ice in the Bay - took the natives including Tuk-oo-li-too aboard the boat & returned to supper to the vessel.  I visited Tuk-oo-li-too's Tupik where she & her aunt Suzhy reside while Ebierbing is at Whale Depot.