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vations for latitude, longitude, variation of the compass, etc., as 

 the circumstances would admit. 



Between Oo-mer-nung Island and Iron Island — the former in 

 Wiswell Inlet* and the latter near Peter Force Soundf — a heavy 

 sea prevailed, rolling in from the northwest, and it was astonish- 

 ing to see mj heavily -laden boat ride so well over the dashing, 

 heaving, irregular waters that came upon us. 



Iron Island is an interesting place, and I gave it the name be- 

 cause of the resemblance of its rocks to oxydized iron. Innuit 

 monumental marks, made of iW huge bones of the whale, were 

 upon the island. Here also, on our landing, was found an ex- 

 cellent piece of timber — live oak — which probably belonged to 

 the wrecked Traveller, already alluded to. It was dry, and so large 

 and heavy that one of the Innuits could only just carry it. "We 

 took' it away in the boat to use for fuel ; and, on sawing off a por- 

 tion, I found it as sound as it had ever been. 



The place where we determined to make our next or fourth en- 

 campment was called by the natives Toofig-wine ; this I named 

 Jones's Cape,:): and here we expected to find a settlement of In- 

 nuits. Before we reached it a breeze sprung up and helped us 

 on. A snug little harbor appeared ahead, and an Esquimaux 

 was observed on an eminence near the shore eagerly watching us. 

 As we drew near, all the inhabitants appeared to be out on the 

 rocks to await our arrival ; and when we landed, such as were 

 able cheerfully assisted in getting up our tents and in other work. 

 Most of those that I now saw were familiar faces. They belong- 

 ed to the party which I had visited the previous April farther up 

 the bay. But Sampson was now away on a tuktoo hunt. He 

 had recovered from his illness already mentioned ; the report of 

 it brought us was doubtless exaggerated, being founded on an in- 

 correct idea of the disease. The old ladies whom I then met — 

 Shelluarping, mother of Kookin, and two of her friends — who 

 were so pleased at my eating with them in the genuine Innuit 



* This inlet I name after William Wiswell, of Cincinnati, Ohio. It is on the north 

 side of Frobisher Bay, extending north twelve miles from Oo-mer-nung, a small high 

 island on the east side of the entrance of the inlet, in lat. 62° 50^' N., long. 65° 

 26' W. 



f A beautiful sheet of water, mostly surrounded by rugged mountains, and thus 

 named by me after Peter Force, of Washington, D. C. The entrance to this sound 

 is in lat. 62° 55^ N., long. 65° 48' W. 



% So named after John D. Jones, of Cincinnati, Ohio. Jones's Cape is in lat. 62° 

 55' 30" N.,long. 65° 45' W. 



