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Nothing has been heard of Norclenskjold. The cap- 

 tain of the revenue steamer supposed he had gone south 

 long ago, or he would have stopped in St. Lawrence 

 Bay to ask. No communication had yet been had with 

 St. Lawrence Bay from St. Michael's, and no tidings 

 had come of course. It is the belief that by the time 

 I get to St. Michael's something will have transpired. 



August Uh. — This is a very pretty little place in 

 some respects. It has a beautiful land-locked harbor, 

 surrounded by hills covered with beautiful grass, and 

 looking as green as Brick Church.^ It is quite warm 

 and pleasant. But the mosquitoes ! For the last two 

 nights I have hardly had an hour's rest. Last night I 

 went to bed at ten o'clock, and I assure you I lay awake 

 until half past four this morning killing mosquitoes by 

 the dozen. I am one mass of bites from head to foot. 

 I put up my bed-curtains to keep them out, but they 

 would get in, and seemed to make the curtains an ex- 

 cuse for not getting out. My bulkhead and ceiling is 

 one mass of smashed bodies. I went for them with my 

 slippers right and left, and finally at half past four I 

 dropped off to sleep from sheer fatigue and exhaustion. 

 I was up again at seven, for we breakfast at half after 

 seven. 



There is not a white woman here, nothing but men 

 and natives. There is a church here, a Greek church, 

 and yesterday the priest was busy all day marrying 

 couples. The steamer St. Paul brought down a lot of 

 men from St. Paul's Island and St. George's Island who 

 were candidates for matrimony. They reached here 

 Thursday last ; made their selections on Friday and 

 Saturday ; were married yesterday, and took a stroll to 

 the hill-tops in the afternoon. Some of the men find 



^ A villajre neai' New York. 



