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board, and gave it to the captain of the Isabel, but I heard 

 nothing more of it. There is a great deal of ironstone and 

 mica here. The granite rocks are studded with garnets, but 

 their long exposure to the frost makes them worthless. I 

 have often chipped them out as large as a pea. On taking 

 a view from the top of a hill, we saw a level plain with deer 

 grazing, but at too great a distance for us to chase them 

 before darkness would overtake us. As the tide was begin- 

 ning to flow, we walked quickly back to the boat. On our 

 way we gathered some pretty little flowers. They were 

 small, but would look well in groups in a garden. I did not 

 know the name of them. They were lovely, and we 

 treasured them, as they were a novelty to us. We arrived 

 back in time to get our coffee before the boat floated. It was 

 a clear moonlight night, so we pulled down the Fiord, and 

 arrived back to the ship at four a.m., having been away 

 twenty-five hours. I drew a map of the entire Fiord. We 

 remained here two days, as it was too far to send the boats 

 away to the outside. Steam was got up by the Isabel, 

 which took us in tow. On the north side we found anchor- 

 age in fifteen fathoms, which we had not seen when going 

 up in the dark, and only three miles from the outside. The 

 boats went away as usual for three or four days, but no 

 whales were seen. I was sent to look for another harbour 

 along the coast, and to draw an outline of the land and take 

 note where rocks lay. I went on shore at various places to look 

 for them. The water was so clear in places that rocks could 

 be discerned at a great depth. No suitable harbour was found 

 near. Steam was got up, and both vessels proceeded to the 

 opposite side of the Gulf to Niatlik. One or two fish were 

 seen, but they were going at a rapid rate to the southward. 

 Here we were joined by the Traveller, belonging to Peter- 

 head, and the brig Clara. They had a small screw steamer 

 called the Jackal, and were apparently on the same errand 

 as ourselves, and taking the same route. The master of the 



