GATHERING UP FRAGMENTS 337 



" Saturday, July 12. Came to a place where we 

 could not get through. Camped about I p.m. 

 on Sunday. Hope to proceed on Monday by another 

 route." 



"Sunday, July 13. Spent a very happy day both 

 bodily and spiritually. God's mercies are very 

 real." 



" Monday, July 14. Started to try the outer route. 

 This means going along the barren shore of David 

 Strait. Reached the sea, when we saw two bears; 

 gave chase. They went from the ice into the water. 

 We followed in boat. After a long pull came up to 

 them. Both were shot. We took them in tow, 

 when a heavy head wind sprang up and rain came 

 down in torrents. We had now to go to the nearest 

 shelter, which proved to be an awful spot. Big 

 towering rocks above us, while a shelving piece of 

 ice some eight feet broad was the only place we could 

 find to camp on. The wind howled, and the rain 

 fell. Wet and cold, we managed to make a fire 

 in a cave in the rocks. We boiled our kettles and 

 made some tea. I then crept into my fur bag, 

 which was about the only dry thing I possessed. 

 Casting myself and companions upon God, I managed 

 in spite of roaring wind and flapping tent to sleep, 

 at least, through a portion of that memorable 

 night." 



" Tuesday, July 15. A fearful day. No change for 

 the better. Remained in my fur bag nearly the 



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