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1861 Aug. 7 Wedns.

accompany me on my voyage.  I finally arranged it with Capt B. to engage them at a price according to his discretion - the pay to be in shot, caps, &c.  On the moment the matter is determined favorable to my wishes Capt. B. is to send down a Boat communicating the same.
Kood-loo returned at V O'Clock P.M. without having killed either seal or duck - save one of the latter a few days out of shell.  This is discouraging to him indeed.  Only 2 Nowyers for our Whale Island villagers for 9 days - 11 mouths including my own unfed so far as Innuit has has been producers.  Spent some time of the P.M. & cleaning & oiling up my guns.
A fine breeze from N.W. Springing up at
VII P.M. I called to-gether my crew & departed.  A happy pleasant re-union did I have with Capt B.  He pressed me to stop the night - but felt I should return to my sick Innuit friend Ebierbing.
During the PM while on board one of the boat Steerers aloft cried down to Capt B. that a shoal of Killers were down the bay & approaching.  Capt B. with Smith & crew started out at once in pursuit but before making a mile Killers headed the other way & went sea-ward.  An hour brought Capt B. & his men back - the same time probably Killers departing from Mouth of Rescue Bay for Davis Strait.

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1861 Aug. 7 Wedns.

As I said at VII we left the ship.  The fair breeze that so prettily filled our sails on starting did not hold good only for our 1st 1/2 mile.  "White ash breeze" was soon called for by me & thus we sped on S. by Compass.  as we were on the point of turning to the N. of Whale Island to draw up the boat it being high water (it had ebbed 6 in inches however) one of the lady Innuits espied a seal bet. Whale & Cooper's Island.  I turned boat seal-ward - Kood-loo fired.  The shot flew like hail around "pupys" head.  It was evidently a death shot but alas it struggled a moment & then dropped down - nearly like a stone.  A few seconds sharp work at the oars brought us to the spot where was seal but not in time to save this desired acquisition of fresh meat.  At this season of the year Seals are poor - having spent too much of their time lazily sunning on the ice before its breaking up.  When in good condition the blubber on a seal will keep it up when killed but when poor of course blubber on a good part of it is gone.  Having drawn up the