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on attaining the eminence that overlooks it, 

 we beheld the smoke issuing from one of 

 the chimneys. From not having met with 

 any footsteps in the snow as we drew nigh 

 our once cheerful residence, we had been 

 agitated by many melancholy forebodings. 

 Upon entering the now desolate building, 

 we had the satisfaction of embracing Captain 

 Franklin, but no words can convey an idea 

 of the filth and wretchedness that met our 

 eyes on looking around. Our own misery 

 had stolen upon us by degrees, and we 

 were accustomed to the contemplation of 

 each others emaciated figures ; but the 

 ghastly countenances, dilated eye-balls, and 

 sepulchral voices of Captain Franklin and 

 those with him, were more than we could 

 at first bear. 



Conclusion of Dr. Richardson* 's Narrative. 



