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2) 1861 Oct 7 Mon I may yet start. If I can get the Innuits to go I will (D.V.) - but it is doubtful about getting them now to accompany me. Old Ar-tar-pa-ru was aboard yesterday looking as well as ever. I spoke to him about going. He manipulated qhile over his body & limbs & then replied: 'Ik-ke'! giving me to understand by this exhibition a word that his clothing was unfit to protect him from the inclemency of the weather. Ebierbing is even of the [[underlined]] Don't want to go list! [[/underlined]] His side begins to pain him just at the right & right time to become an excuse that he cannot go! The whole crew will be down sick if I continue much longer in my purpose to go to Oo-pung-ne-wing. How rapid will be their recovery on my concluding to give that voyage up! Yesterday E. complained of his side & remained in Tupik - [[underlined]] I suppose [[/underlined]] he thought from the change of weather at X AM that I might decide to start. Then he was so indisposed as seemed to me that he was obliged to retire to Tupik. [[end page]] [[start page]] (3 1861 Oct 7 Mon When the wind is furious - & storms are upon us, as this Morning, removing [[underlined]] all doubts about starting, [[/underlined]] these engaged crew are about, feeling quite smart! Strange people these Innuits! But in [[underlined]] this [[/underlined]] peculiarity many a white man has a corresponding 'weak-spot' about him. VIII A.M. Blowing a moderate gale from N.W. - 'White Caps' out in the Bay, covering it all over with beauty, as seen in the distance - but with danger to Boats that venture there. Thermometer 15°. It has been growing colder all the morning. When 1st up, Ther. 20°, now 15°/ Sun out since 1/2 past hVII-m00. Oh, how I long for cessasation of these winds - furious winds & storms! But I must submit - [[underlined]] I ought to do it submissively - [[underlined]] cheerfully [[/underlined]] - knowing that the elements are performing just the work the Mighty hand of God buildeth them. How thankful shold I be that I have been preserved to do the work I have - & now, I almost murmuring that I cannot execute other