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miles. I, however, took a fresh horse at the Bird 

 Mountain. One of my people, who travelled less 

 rapidly, has arrived this evening, and informed me, 

 that he drowned his horse, at the same place 

 where I had before drowned two. 



On my return here, those in whose charge I 

 had left the place, had nothing to offer me to eat, 

 excepting boiled parchment skins, which are little 

 better than nothing, and scarcely deserve the 

 name of food. I have therefore sent a part of my 

 people, to endeavour to take some fish out of a 

 small lake, called by the Natives Devil's Lake, 

 which lies about ten miles north from this. If 

 they should not succeed, and our hunters should not 

 be more fortunate than they have been for some 

 time past, I know not what will become of us. 

 All our dependance is on a kind Providence ; and 

 we cannot but hope for a speedy relief, from our 

 truly sad condition. 



Friday, July 2. For six days, after I sent the 

 people to fish in the above mentioned lake, we 

 subsisted at the fort on parchment skins, dogs, 

 herbs and a few small fish, that we took out of the 

 river opposite to the fort. But now, we obtain 

 fish in greater plenty. 



One of our hunters has been in, and told me 

 what he thought to be the cause why he could 

 not kill. He said that when he went to hunt, he 



