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gin of the very floe which I have been describing 

 weary, worn, and much dispirited. Since we broke 

 camp at Cairn Point, we had made in a direct line 

 from that place not over thirty miles. The number 

 of miles actually traveled could not be easily esti- 

 mated ; but it was scarcely less than five times that 

 distance, counting all our various twistings and turn- 

 ings and goings and comings upon our track. But I 

 propose again to let my diary speak for itself; and, 

 as on a former occasion, when the evil genius of that 

 unhappy manuscript led it into type, we will resort to 

 a new chapter. 



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