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(14 1861 Sept 11 Wedns 16 Enc 6th D 34 D to let fly to the winds said Sail. As I said, I kept my eyes watching over the side of the boat - & [[underlined]] ahead [[/underlined]] as well I could. I saw sights - enough to make "each particular hair stand on end" - & so did the 2 of my Company. Every few moments as we flew past a rocky bottom that almost kissed our keel we would exchange looks one with another as if to say 'that was a glorious leap' - 'a fortunate escape for us! A mile was made in this way when [[underlined]] all at once [[/underlined]] the Boat's bow mounted & unseen rock "bringing all up'astanding" & there she hung till the the tide made up sufficiently to ease us off. The boat was turned Island ward again. On this tack 1/2 minutes - another 'boat! & another grounding on boulders! Another wait for rising tide. Another tack Island-ward & try again! It was astonishing what feats our craft accomplished. It withstood the use of a "Battering Ram"! Many a mark has been left upon the rocks, scattered here & there, over the bottom of the upper part of Frobisher Bay, made by this Old [[underlined]] Whale- [[/underlined]] worn Boat! Finally we reached within 1/4 of a mile of Tupiks. We began to feel already at Home [[end page]] [[start page]] (15 1861 Sept 11 Wedns 16 Enc 6th D 34 D out as if enfolded with the furs of Took-too. But this 1/4 of mile was still [[underlined]] studed [[/underlined]] over with the black heads of boulders. To make this distance required [[underlined]] tide- [[/underlined]] patience. As tide lifted we crowded our Boat along picking our way bet. rocks as well as approaching darkness would admit. Every few moments "[[underlined]] "Butt"! [[/underlined]] - then await - then try again. Not an uninteresting scene in my Voyage up here this night. Voyaging mid-shoals, beating waves, the snow clad Mts looking down upon us - Kood-loo using the one oar - striking bottom at every stroke - Koo-jes-se with jib pole over the bow picking our way mid rocks - I standing enveloped in cloak ready to strike strong oar to right or left as the motion of Koo-jes-se might direct. As we were making this 1/4 of a mile Koo-jes-se cried out: 'A bright light - Tak-koo?' I asked him where? He pointed to the S. a direction closed from my view