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177;. We no fooner began our march, than they fet up 
—— a moft woeful cry, and continued to yell molt | 
pitecufly as long as we were within hearing. — 
May. 
any kind of game. 
A JOURNEY TO THE 
This mournful fcene had fo little effect on my _ 
party, that they walked away laughing, and as | 
merry as ever. The few who exprefied any re- | 
gret at their departure from thofe whom they 
were to leave behind, confined their regard whol- 
ly to their children, particularly to the youngeft, 
{carcely ever mentioning their mother. i] 
Though it was fo late when we left the women, _ 
we walked about ten miles that night before we 
ftopped. In our way we faw many deer; feveral 
of which the Indians killed. To talk of travelling | 
and killing deer in the middle of the night, may | 
at firft view have the appearance of romance; | 
but our wonder will fpeedily abate, when it is | 
confidered that we were then to the Northward 
of 64° of North latitude, and that, in confequence 
of it, though the Sun did not remain the whole 
night above the horizon, yet the time it remain- | 
ed below it was fo thort, and its depreflion even | 
at midnight fo fmall at this feafon of the year, | 
that the light, in clear weather, was quite fuflici- 
ent for the purpofe both of f eallsing, and pantie 
It fhould have been obferved, that duit our 
ftay at Clowey a great number of Indians entered | 
into a combination with thofe of my party to ac- | 
company us to the Copper-mine River; and with | 
no other intent than to murder the Efquimaux, 
who | 
