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poles; but in conducting the canoes through the narrow channels 

 thus formed, the greatest care was requisite, to prevent the sharp 

 projecting points from breaking the bark. They fortunately received 

 no material injury, though they were split in two places. 



At the distance of three miles, we came to the entrance of a deep 

 bay, whose bottom was filled by a body of ice so compact as to 

 preclude the idea of a passage through it ; whilst at the same time, 

 the traverse across its mouth was attended with much danger, from 

 the approach of a large field of ice, which was driving down before the 

 wind. The dread of further detention, however, prevented us from 

 hesitating ; and we had the satisfaction of landing in an hour and a 

 half on the opposite shore, where we halted to repair the canoes, 

 and to dine. I have named this bay after my friend Mr. Daniel 

 Moore of Lincoln's Inn ; to whose zeal for science, the Expedition 

 was indebted for the use of a most valuable chronometer. Its shores 

 are picturesque ; sloping hills receding from the beach, and clothed 

 with verdure, bound its bottom and western side ; and lofty cliffs of 

 slate clay, with their intervening grassy valleys, skirt its eastern 

 border. Embarking at midnight, we pursued our voyage without 

 interruption, passing between the Stockport and Marcet Islands 

 and the main, until six A.M. on July 30th ; when, having rounded 

 Point Kater, we entered Arctic Sound, and were again involved in a 

 stream of ice, but after considerable delay extricated ourselves, and 

 proceeded towards the bottom of the inlet in search of the mouth of 

 a river, which we supposed it to receive, from the change in the 

 colour of the water. 



About ten A.M. we landed, to breakfast on a small deer which 

 St. Germain had killed ; and sent men in pursuit of some others in 

 sight, but with which they did not come up. Re-embarking, we 



passed the river without perceiving it, and entered a deep arm of 

 the sound ; which I have named Baillie's Cove, in honour of a 



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