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there. In the evening, two of the sealers arrived 

 with a letter from Guy, informing me, that on Pmit 

 Pond he had met with the footsteps of a man 

 (crossing into the track made by me and one of 

 Guy's men, on Friday last) who had followed us 

 to the end of the pond, and there broken a few 

 boughs, upon which he supposed he had lain dur- 

 ing the night, and gone forward again on Saturday 

 morning. He pursued the track to the mouth of 

 Niger Sound, and upon the North end of Romid 

 Island he found the unfortunate Mr. Jones frozen 

 to death, with his faithful Newfoundland bitch by 

 his side! He gave the poor creature what bread 

 he had about him, but could not prevail on her to 

 leave her master. He had been so imprudent as 

 to leave Chateau, not only by himself, but also, 

 without either a hatchet, provisions, tinder, or 

 matches. It was evening, I suppose, when he met 

 with my track, and he certainly did not know 

 where he was; for had he taken it the other way, 

 he might have reached my house in about an hour's 

 good walking. The loss of this young man is the 

 more to be regretted, as he was of a very amiable 

 disposition, and likely to prove an ornament to 

 his profession. 



Thursday, January 31, 1771. The Chateau men 

 went off for Seal Island early this morning ; from 

 which place my man returned today, accompanied 

 by those whom I sent from Chateau ; also another 

 party from the same place, joined them upon the 

 road. These people brought me what things they 

 found in Mr. Jones's pockets, and informed me 



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