JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 



Dr. RICHARDSON'S NARRATIVE. 



After Captain Franklin had bidden us fare- 

 well we remained seated by the fire- side as long 

 as the willows, the men had cut for us before 

 they departed, lasted. We had no tripe de roche 

 that day, but drank an infusion of the country tea- 

 plant, which was grateful from its warmth, al- 

 though it afforded no sustenance. We then re- 

 tired to bed, where we remained all the next 

 day, as the weather was stormy, and the snow- 

 drift so heavy, as to destroy every prospect of 

 success in our endeavours to light a fire with the 

 green and frozen willows, which were our only 

 fuel. Through the extreme kindness and fore- 

 thought of a lady, the party, previous to leaving 

 London, had been furnished with a small collec- 

 tion of rehgious books, of which we still retained 

 two or three of the most portable, and they proved 

 of incalculable benefit to us. We read portions 

 of them to each other as we lay in bed, in addi- 

 tion to the morning and evening service, and found 

 that they inspired us on each perusal with so 



