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son Island. The boat leaks so little now that we 

 can keep her free with ease. 



It snowed hard all the morning, and the day 

 was dull. 



Saturday, June 10, 1775. At three this morning 

 we weighed and went to sea. At six, the wind 

 shifting we worked in among the Seal Islands, 

 and came to anchor in a narrow tickle, open to 

 the S. S. W. As I disliked that place I immedi- 

 ately went off in the skiff, to find a passage 

 through these Islands, (which are very numer- 

 ous,) and a good harbour. I found both, and ob- 

 served, that the coast was clear for about four 

 miles off shore; but, that all beyond that was one 

 continued jam of ice. I landed on several islands 

 and got thirty two eggs and shot six ducks. At 

 four o'clock a breeze sprang up and we got under 

 sail, but it soon after failed and we came to again, 

 in an excellent Esquimau harbour. 



A fine day. 



Sunday, June 11, 1775. This morning at five 

 o'clock we got under sail, and as there was not 

 much wind, I sent four hands, and Jack in my 

 kyack, to visit the small islands which lay ahead 

 of us. As the season is very backward, eggs are 

 scarce yet; therefore they met with only one hun- 

 dred and thirty-five. The people having seen a 

 hare, I went on shore and killed her; she proved 

 of the white sort * and had five young ones in 

 her; which is one more than I ever observed, or 

 heard of before, This sort, in my opinion, ought 



1 Labrador or Miller's Polar hare, Leptis arcticus lahradorius. 



