In the Arctic l> 



I i ninnt describe my anguish on the >n of 



separating from another companion ander circumstan- 



• distressing. There was, however, no alternative. 

 The extreme debility of the reel of the puny, pul 

 carrying him quite out of the question, as he him 

 admitted ; and it was evident that the frequent del 

 lir must occasion it' he accompanied us, and did not 



i strength, must have endangered the lives of the 

 whole. By returning he had the prospect of getting 

 to the t'-nt where ft roche could be obtained, 



which agreed with him better than with any other of 

 the party, and which he was always very assiduous in 

 gathering. After some hesitation he determined on 

 returning, and Bel out, having bid each of us farewell 

 in the tenderest manner. We watched him with in- 

 expressible anxiety for some time, ami were rejoiced to 

 find, though he had got on slowly, that he kept on his 

 legs better than b fore. Antonio Fontano was an 



Italian, and had served many years in I ><■ Meuron's 



regiment. Be had spoken to me that very mornii 



and after his first attack of di/./imss, aboul his t'atl. 



and had begged, thai Bhould he survive. 1 would take 

 him with me to England, and put him in the way i I 

 reaching home. 



The party was now reduced to five persons, Adam, 

 Peltier, I Samandre, and myself. Continui 



the journey, we came, after an hour's walk, to BOme 



