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roundings, the craving for something beyond the 

 grave burnt fiercely in every heart; while the joy 

 of knowing of a Heavenly Father, who has given 

 us victory even over the grave, was realized as a 

 priceless possession which the world cannot give 

 no, nor sell either. 



Our next object was to visit the coast up to Indian 

 Harbour, calling for coal and a few supplies left for 

 us half-way up by the Albert, at a place called 

 Bateau. In making a narrow inlet called Francis 

 Harbour, we found much difficulty in getting in ; for 

 after long searching for the entrance, it proved to 

 be blocked with ice, and a circuitous method inside 

 an island was unknown to us. However, once inside 

 the warmth of our welcome made up for the sus- 

 pense outside, and after service in the neat and 

 commodious parlour of the agent's (Mr. Penny) 

 house, we had a levee of sick visitors till midnight. 

 We next entered a deep narrow cleft in a high 

 mountain, running parallel with the sea, nowhere 

 wider than a stone's throw. It is very deep, and 

 high hills of bright red rocks rise abruptly on both 

 hands. On the outer side are perched houses and 

 fishing stages. This is known as Venison Tickle. 

 The agent (Mr. Hawker) received us most warmly, 

 and being himself doctor, parson, planter, and all 

 combined, took me round at once to the various sick 

 and injured. One poor old fisherman, suffering from 

 apoplectic paralysis, we sent to hospital at Battle, 

 though we learnt from a schooner that already it 

 was nearly full. 



