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very imperfectly, yet sufficiently to render it un- 

 safe for us to speak on the subject in his presence. 

 We removed the body into a clump of willows 

 behind the tent, and, returning to the fire, read 

 the funeral service in addition to the evening 

 prayers. The loss of a young officer, of such dis- 

 tinguished and varied talents and application, may 

 be felt and duly appreciated by the eminent cha- 

 racters under whose command he had served ; but 

 the calmness with which he contemplated the pro- 

 bable termination of a life of uncommon promise ; 

 and the patience and fortitude with which he sus- 

 tained, I may venture to say, unparalleled bodily 

 sufiferings, can only be known to the companions 

 of his distresses. Owing to the effect that the 

 tripe de roche invariably had, when he ventured 

 to taste it, he undoubtedly suffered more than any 

 of the survivors of the party. Bichrsteth's Scrip- 

 tur& Help was lying open beside the body, as if 

 it had fallen from his hand, and it is probable, 

 that he was reading it at the instant of his death. 

 We passed the night in the tent together without 

 rest, every one being on his guard. Next day, 

 having determined on going to the Fort, we began 

 to patch and prepare our clothes for the journey. 

 We singed the hair off a part of the buffalo 

 robe that belonged to Mr. Hood, and boiled and 

 ate it. Michel tried to persuade me to go to the 



