LOG OF MR. SIMPSON. 271 



I w ent with Jackey some distance into the bush, 

 he shewed me the place A\'here a native threw a 

 spear at him the day before Mr. Kennedy's death ; 

 Jacke}' fired, but missed him. I forg'ot to mention 

 that the master of the Coquette had seen a native at 

 Port Albany, who had, apparently, been wounded 

 in the face with larg-e shot, and as he answered the 

 exact description given by Jackey, there is little 

 doubt that he was the same individual mentioned 

 in his statement as shot by him. 



We searched the camp, found a small piece of 

 red cloth, which Jackey recog'nised as part of the 

 lining* of Mr. K.'s cloak, also a piece of painted 

 canvass; a canoe on the beach we destroyed. 

 Finding- nothing* more could be done, we pulled out 

 of the river, and g-ot on board about ten a.m., after 

 a very hard pull ag*ainst both a head wind and 

 tide. 



Found the brig* riding* very uneasy in consequence 

 of the heavy sea, and as Jackey said the other 

 papers, called by him the small ones, and which I 

 conceive to be the most important, as he was par- 

 ticularly instructed to take them to the Governor, 

 were secreted at the head of another river, about 

 eig'ht miles further to the northward, and finding" 

 the vessel could not ride here any longer with 

 safety, I determined, when the tide ceased, to weig*h 

 and seek some more secure anchorag*e. 



At half-past twelve p.m. weig'hed, the Coquette 

 in compau}^, and stood to the northward. At half- 



