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many melancholy forebodings. Upon entering 

 the now desolate building, we had the satisfac- 

 tion of embracing Captain Franklin, but no 

 words can convey an idea of the filth and wretch- 

 edness that met our eyes on looking around. Our 

 own misery had stolen upon us by degrees, and 

 we were accustomed to the contemplation of each 

 other's emaciated figures, but the ghastly coun- 

 tenances, dilated eye-balls, and sepulchral voices 

 of Capt. Franklin and those with him were more 

 than we could at first bear. 



Conclusion of Dr. Richardson's Narratit 



