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1861 Sept 28 Sat.

voices were heard within that Tupik.  At length I spoke to Tuk-oo-li-too.  [[underlined]] Slowly [[/underlined]] she recovered her speaking tone, so heartfelt was her joy that I still had to return once more.  It seems that it had begun to be a matter of general conclusion among many of the Ship's Company & Innuits that I & my crew were lost - that we had met with disaster & death.
Tuk-oo-li-too told me that she & her winga never expected to see me again - they they both thought from the long time of my absence that the boat had been wrecked & I & all lost with it.  She said that she had often been up the hill near by overlooking the bay to see if she could see my Boat returning - but as often came down disappointed.
Nesteled down in among the Took-too

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1861 Sept 28th Sat.

that was enfolding the nether limbs of my child Tuk-oo-li-too What did I hear?  The sharp yet musical cry of Tuk-oo-li-too's baby!  Her 1st & only babe just 24 day's old!!  I threw back a corner of the warm covering & there the [[underlined]] little fellow [[/underlined]] was with its face snugly buried near that maternal fountain whence the living World takes its 1st draughts.
I congratulated my friend on viewing this loved object of her heart!  I had (as all others who knew & had seen Tuk-oo-li-too about the time of my departure for making my Frobisher Bay trip) anticipated [[underlined]] the event. [[/underlined]]  I was deeply pained to learn that Tuk-oo-li-too came near dying during her confinement.  For two hours she was insensible.  But I feel to rejoice to find that she is now quite well.
She told me that two days after my