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and our joy would have been complete had 

 it not been mingled with sincere regret at 

 the separation of our poor Esquimaux, the 

 faithful Junius. 



The want of tripe de roche caused us to 

 go supperless to bed. Showers of snow 

 fell frequently during the night. The 

 breeze was light next morning, the weather 

 cold and clear. We were all on foot by 

 day-break, but from the frozen state of our 

 tents and bed-clothes, it was long before 

 the bundles could be made, and, as usual, 

 the men lingered over a small fire they had 

 kindled, so that it was eight o'clock before 

 we started. Our advance, from the depth 

 of the snow, was slow, and about noon, 

 coming to a spot where there was some 

 tripe de roche, we stopped to collect it, and 

 breakfasted. Mr. Hood, who was now very 

 feeble, and Dr. Richardson, who attached 

 himself to him, walked together at a gentle 

 pace in the rear of the party. I kept with 

 the foremost men, to cause them to halt 

 occasionally until the stragglers came up. 

 Resuming our march after breakfast, we 



