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they continued, however, to be full of, hope. Their 
utmost exertions could only supply wood to renew the 
fire thrice, and on making it up the last time we went 
to bed. Adam was rather in better spirits, but he 
could not bear to be left alone. Our stock of bones 
was exhausted by a small quantity of soup we made 
this evening. The toil of separating the hair from 
the skins, which in fact were our chief support, had 
now become so wearisome as to prevent us from eat- 
ing as much as we should otherwise have done. 
November 4.—Calm and comparatively mild wea- 
ther. The Doctor and Hepburn, exclusive of their 
usual occupation, gathered some tripe de roche. I 
went a few yards from the house in search of bones, 
and returned quite fatigued, having found but three. 
The Doctor again made incisions in Adam’s, legs, 
which discharged a considerable quantity of water, and 
gave him great relief. We read prayers and a portion 
of the New Testament in the morning and evening, as 
had been our practice since Dr.. Richardson’s arrival ; 
and I may remark that the performance of these duties 
always afforded us the greatest consolation, serving to 
reanimate our hope in the mercy of the Omnipotent, 
who alone could save and deliver us. 
On the 5th the breezes were light, with dark cloudy 
weather, and some snow. The Doctor and Hepburn 
were getting much weaker, and the limbs of the lat- 
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