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ing" my eyes to catch a view of the bay, and at 

 leng'th saw the schooner standmg" in to the shore, 

 and durino' the forenoon a boat was lowered. I now 

 made quite certain they were coming- for us, and 

 thinking- they mig-ht come up the creek in the boat 

 for some distance, I hastened down the hill, and 

 beg*an to pack up a few thing's, determined to keep 

 them waiting" for our lug-g-ag-e no long-er than I 

 could help. I looked anxiously for them all the 

 afternoon, wondering- much at their delay in coming", 

 until at last I went up the hill, just in time to see 

 the schooner passing- the bay. I cannot describe 

 the feeling* of despair and desolation which I in 

 common with the rest of our party experienced as 

 we g-azed on the vessel as she fast faded from our 

 view. On the very brink of starvation and death, 

 — death in the lone wilderness, peopled only with 

 the savag-e denizens of the forest, who even then 

 were thu'sting- for our blood — hope, sure and certain 

 hoj)e, had for one brief moment g-laddened our 

 hearts with the consoling assurance, that after our 

 many trials, and protracted suffering's, we were 

 again about to find comfort and safety. But the 

 brig'ht expectancy faded , and althoug-h we strove 

 to persuade ourselves that the vessel was not the 

 Bramble, our hearts sank within us in deep despon- 

 dency. 



Dec. 4:th. — We yesterday finished our scanty 

 remnant of flour ; and our little store of meat. 



