MOKE NEWS OF THE FROBISHEE RELICS. 



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This information I obtained from the old man ; and I could 

 not help noticing how closely it corresponded with that given to 

 me by Ookijoxy Ninoo some months before. 



The whole interview was particularly interesting. I felt as if 

 suddenly taken back into ages that were past ; and my heart truly 

 rejoiced as I sat upon the rock and listened to what the old man 

 said of these undoubted Frobisher relics. 



After this interview with Artarkparu, we started at 2 45 P.M. 

 along the coast, closely examining its features, and noting down 

 every thing of importance which we saw. The land was bold and 

 high, with much of the iron-rust-look about it. Scarcely any veg- 

 etation was perceptible. Numerous islands bordered the coast ; 

 and, as I looked across the outer waters, it seemed as if a complete 

 chain stretched across the bay to Kingaite. 



On reaching the spot which we selected for our eighth encamp- 

 ment — Cape Stevens* — I left my crew to unload the boat and 

 erect tupics, while I ascended a mountain that flanked us. On 

 the top I found numerous shells and fossils, some of which I 

 brought away. On descending I took the opposite or northeast 

 side, next a bight that made up into .the land. This side of the 

 mountain was almost perpendicular. The winter forces of the 

 North had thrown down to the base a mass of stone, which en- 

 abled me to pass upon a kind of causeway to the foot of another 

 mount toward the tupics. There I could not help pausing and 

 glancing around in wondering awe. I can not put on paper the 

 feelings which struggled within me as I made my way over that 

 debris, and looked above and around me. God built the mount- 

 ains, and He tumbleth them down again at His will ! Overhead 

 was hanging the whole side of a mountain, ready, as it seemed, at 

 any moment, and by the snap of one's finger, to fall ! I felt as if 

 obliged to take light and gentle steps. I breathed softly ; and, as 

 I looked and looked again, I praised God for all His mighty 

 works. 



I ought to say that, on a better view of this mountain, I per- 

 ceived on its perpendicular side large caverns, with huge project- 

 ing rocks hanging directly over them. 



I returned to the tupics ; and that night, as I lay on my back 

 by our camp-fire, viewing the glorious heavens, I beheld the au- 

 rora in all its wondrous beauty. In the vicinity of the moon, 



* Named by me after John A. Stevens, Jr., of New York City. Cape Stevens is in 

 lat. 63° 21' N., and long. 67° 10' W. 



