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rather to Ije called the mountain, than the polar 

 hare; as I have seen them on the heathy moim- 

 tains in Ireland and Scotland, where thev are com- 

 mon: and I have been told, that they are to be 

 found tipon Chiviot Hills; but I could never learn 

 that the connnon hare ever frequented those lofty 

 situations. At six at night we anchored in a cove, 

 in a small bay at the east end of the Isle of Ponds, 

 pretty well defeudetl from the easterly winds by 

 some islands, called the Dismal Islands, and land- 

 locked from every other. Jack took a cruise in 

 my kyack, and soon returned with information, 

 that there were a brace of stags on a point which 

 projects into the middle of the bay. I went after 

 them in the kvack, followed bv the skiff, which 

 made so nnich noise, that they went olf before I 

 coidd land. In the night, a large pan of ice drove 

 foul of us, and j^inned us in the cove. 



A fine, clear, warm day. 



M 0)1 da J/, June 12, 1775. The ice pressing hard 

 \\\)(m us, we vered closer in shore, and put one 

 third of the cargo out on the ice; but having six- 

 teen inches of water to spare at low water, we 

 took the casks in again. The ice still forcing us 

 further in, at eleven at night the ))oat grounded 

 and lay along veiy nnu'h; yet, by the hel]i of the 

 fore haulyai'd made fast to a rock, we got her over 

 to the othei" side, where she was supported ])y a 

 ])aii of ice and sat almost on an even keel upon 

 flat i-ocks. 



Hard snow and shar]) fi'ost all day and night. 



Tue.sdaij, June 13, 1775. At noon, the boat 



