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CHAPTER XII. 
Dr. RICHARDSON’S NARRATIVE, 
Arter Captain Franklin had bidden us farewell, we 
remained seated by the fire-side as long as the willows, 
the men had cut for us before they departed, lasted. 
We had no tripe de roche that day, but drank an in- 
fusion of the country tea-plant, which was grateful 
from its warmth, although it afforded no sustenance, 
We then retired to bed, where we remained all the 
next day, as the weather was stormy, and the snow- 
drift so heavy, as to destroy every prospect of success 
in our endeavors to light a fire with the green and 
frozen willows, which were our only fuel. Through 
the extreme kindness and forethought of a lady, the 
party, previous to leaving London, had been furnished 
with asmall collection of religious books, of which we 
still retained two or three of the most portable, and 
they proved of incalculable benefit to us. We read 
portions of them to each other as we lay in bed, in ad- 
