LABRADOR JOURNAL 99 



shot a squirrel ' and an owl. diaries was exceed- 

 ingly bad all day, but rather better at night. The 

 marine being not well, I bled hiin; and being in- 

 disposed myself, I took an emetic. 



Thursday, February 6, 1772. After breakfast 

 Mr. Bullock accompanied me up the river, and to 

 Snug Pond; we both fired at a spruce-game, w-ith- 

 out doing any execution. During our absence, my 

 faithful old servant Charles breathed his last. I 

 set the cooper to make a coffin for him. 



Clear, pleasant weather. 



Sunday, February .9, 1772. After breakfast I 

 sent the corpse down to Indian Cove, and had it 

 buried in the snow; where I intend it shall re- 

 main till spring. 



Sunday, February 23, 1772. This being the an- 

 niversary of my birthday, I gave the people a 

 good dimier, and regaled them with rum. 



Wedues., February 26, 1772. At eight o'clock 

 Mr. Bullock and his two men, myself, and one of 

 my servants, began our journey to Chateau, with 

 our baggage and provisions on our sleds, each 

 drawn by one dog. 



Thursday, February 27, 1772. At tw^o o'clock 

 this morning it began to snow very hard, with a 

 great thaw% and so continued all day, which pre- 

 vented us from prosecuting our journey. Being 

 very wet and cold, and not able to make the fire 



' Labrador rod squirrol, Murvft hv/lsonicvu. This \b tho only Bquirrpl 

 excppt the L:ihr:ulf)r flying Rquirrol, Sriurnplerusi ^inhrinus mnkofikmais, 

 found in Lfibrador. The gray sqtiirrol, Sciurus carolinensis leucotia, 

 reaches as far north an Bouthem Canada only. 



