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1861 Aug 3 Sat

seals but they were shy & distant.
Yet Kood-loo made one shot at one but missed as I felt confident he would from the constant rocking of the Boat by the cross-sea that we were riding at the [[?time]].  I acted as Boat-steerer, Ebierbing's sister (Noud-lung) & Koo-ou-le nuy (his Aunt) as Boat or oars men(?).  Little I said went with us & was of [[underlined]] great [[/underlined]] use for he worked bailing - not a [[underlined]] small [[/underlined]] share of the work required in using the Boat wh. I have to make my Frobisher Bay Trip!
We turned back at V o'clock P.M. being distant from Whale Island 4 1/2 miles.
Returning, Kood-loo shot at 2 Petularks that were swimming along near our boat.
I [[?watched]] each at the 2 shots he made the very instant hammer struck cap the mark was without line of the aim - Pe-tu-lark quick as flash - quicker than the metal motion to the spot to where it was went beneath the water.
It was VII 1/2 o'clock when we arrived to our

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1861 Aug 3 Sat. Fri.

The sighting according smoke on Whale Isd as we made in right from among the Islands.  Indications of Tuk-oo=li-too preparation for a hot supper.  The [[underlined]] "sentinel" [[/underlined]] [[?]] oft making out from a point of an Island & returning behind it - the play of "Yankee" upon the [[?trick]].  The silence of our approach to the Island.  Oars plied as noiselessly as a summer's breeze.  The escaping up the rocks in silence.  Espy numerous ducks swimming swiftly in the distance directly from the Isd.  Our disappointment - our awaiting their return.  The conclusion that we would have a "smoke".  I call down fire from above, from the god of day - Sol.  His rays concentrated by one of the lenses of my Marine glass to a point upon some Virginia weed.  The almost instant fire.  From this [[underlined]] spark [[/underlined]] fire up all around!  Great was my disappointment in returning with no game.  Not a thing did we acquire for the stomachs of the eleven souls now on Whale Island.  Ebierbing is the successful sealer & hunter, but he is confined to his Tuktoo bed by sickness.  The weather up to the moment we started out to-day has not admitted of our going out