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When near Oopungnewing, we saw Punnie coming to meet us, 

 and soon she gave us the information that Annawa and the whole 

 settlement had gone to Og-bier-seer-o-ping (Cape True), and now 

 not a tupic remained. Here again was another disappointment. 

 I had no tent with me, having left my own at the vessel, and it 

 would not do to remain without shelter, as a gale was even then 

 blowing, therefore we had no alternative but to return. Accord- 

 ingly, we rejoined Johnny Bull with his party, and were soon on 

 our way, at a swift speed over the ice, toward the land pass. 



Our backs were nearly to the wind and snow, and therefore our 

 trouble from this source was far less than if facing it. The gale 

 helped us greatly a part of the way back. It drove the sledge 

 sometimes faster than the dogs could go ; thus occasionally they 

 were dragged along instead of their drawing us. Besides this, the 

 strong wind had closed the gap which we had been obliged to 

 avoid in the morning, and we now traversed the ice as safely as 

 though we were passing over a marbled floor. 



Soon afterward we came to the glare ice of Lincoln Bay,* which 

 is on this (the west) side of the Bayard Taylor Pass. Here the 

 wind and snow played fantastic tricks with the sledge, clogs, and 

 all our company. We were in company with the other Innuits, 

 but Joe, myself, and Johnny Bull were footing it while passing 

 along this bay. Had the wind been against us all would have 

 been well, but it came quartering on our right hand and at our 

 backs, and this caused numerous eddies and snow-wreaths. 



We were ahead of the sledge, intending to jump upon it as it 

 passed. After resting a while, on it came ; and, watching the op- 

 portunity, Joe and Johnny were fortunately able to spring on, 

 but I could not. Just as I made my attempt, a terrific gust sent 

 me whirling along for nearly a quarter of a mile over the glassy 

 ice. Then my feet caught upon a firm snow-wreath, and I stuck 



* There are three important bays that make up from the ever-memorable "Count- 

 ess ' of Warwick Sound, " which was discovered and so named by Frobisher nearly 

 three centuries ago. The geographical position of this sound, as well as the nature 

 and extent of Frobisher " Strait" (a misnomer, for it is a bay), remained unknown to 

 the civilized world from the days of Queen Elizabeth down to 1860-2, when I had 

 the good fortune to rediscover, examine, and determine much relating to Frobisher's 

 Expeditions of 1576, 7, and '8. 



The three bays — important on account of their geographical and historical connec- 

 tions — I have named, 1st. Lincoln Bay ; 2d. Victoria Bay ; and, 3d. Napoleon Bay, 

 after three distinguished personages of the present day, to wit, the President of the 

 United States of America, the Queen of England, and the Emperor of France. ( Vide 

 Chart.) 



