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bitch white-bear and two cubs, came upon the 

 island this morning, and they liad killed them all; 

 that my bloodhounds behaved very well upon the 

 occasion; particularly one of the whelps, which 

 fastened on them with great resolution. 



Monday, January 13, 1772. I thought Charles 

 would have died every minute of this day; which 

 kept me at home. I read prayers to him; for he 

 retains his senses, notwithstanding he is so bad 

 that he can take nothing. 



Saturday, Jafitiary 25, 1772. I had part of a 

 loin of white bear roasted for dinner, which 

 proved very good; although, to say the truth, it 

 was much like beef basted with seal oil; however, 

 for want of the beef without the oil, I ate near 

 two pounds of it. 



Tuesday, January 28, 1772. This being another 

 bad day, I employed myself in netting, attending 

 my patient, [Charles] and in studying physic and 

 surgery. At night, the evening, or some other 

 star, shone remarkably, and appeared luminous 

 and large; it bore South at ten o'clock and seemed 

 to be not very high. 



Tuesday, February 4, 1772. After breakfast 

 Mr. Bullock and I went up Island Brook, where 

 we saw the tracks of two wolverings, one of which 

 had been caught by a hook, that I had hung from 

 the branch of a tree, with a bait upon it, and had 

 broken it; he afterwards got into a trap which 

 was not far off, and carried it to some distance, 

 where the creeper caught hold of a bush, and he 

 escaped after a very long struggle. Mr. Bullock 



