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saw an iceberg lying close to the shore, and found it 

 on the ground. We succeeded in getting on it, and 

 remained for six hours. I said to David Hook, ' Don't 

 be afraid ; we must make a boat of a piece of ice.' 

 Accordingly, we got on to a piece passing, and I had a 

 paddle belonging to the India-rubber boat. By this 

 piece of drift-ice we managed to reach the shore, and 

 then proceeded to where the accident happened. 

 Reached it on Friday. Could not find our shipmates, or 

 any provisions. Went on for Cape Bowden, and 

 reached it on Friday night. 73 



When the Esquimaux heard of Bellot's death, they 

 shed tears, and cried "Poor Bellot! poor Bellot!" 

 Two years before, he had seen an Esquimaux dragging 

 himself painfully over the ice, with a broken leg. To 

 call the carpenter, give him directions to make a wooden 

 leg for the poor fellow, and to teach him to walk with it, 

 were matters of course for the generous young French- 

 man ; but they were unusual kindnesses for a white man 

 to show to an Esquimaux, and the simple-hearted peo- 

 ple remembered it when they cried " Poor Bellot ! ' 



Poor Bellot 1 his was a brave, a generous, and a 

 kindly heart. His talents and energy were deeply 

 appreciated by the nation to which he had volunteered 

 his services ; and his affectionate, manly disposition 

 had endeared him to the comrades with whom he had 

 spent so many stormy days and nights in the regions 

 of ice and snow. The howling blast of the north, and 

 the dark waters of the polar seas, are sweeping over 

 his mortal frame ; but an imperishable wreath a 

 tribute of gratitude and affection, twined by the hands 

 of France and England --shall rest upon his brow for- 

 ever. 



Mr. Bellot is another added to the list of those brave, 

 enthusiastic spirits, that have been thus prematurely 



