A SAD DISAPPOINTMENT. 



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made a rude model of it by chewing 

 some toodnoo and then fashioning it 

 into the shape opposite. Thus every 

 thing seemed to confirm me in the 

 belief that the article probably yet to 

 be found on Oopungnewing was an 

 anvil formerly belonging to Frobish- 

 koo-ou-le-abng's tood-noo model of e r's expedition ; hence my desire was 



THE IRON RELIC. , , • n n J , 



great to induce some of the natives to 

 go for it, hoping they might return before the ship sailed. But I 

 found no one who cared to undertake the task. 



It was the intention of Captain B to leave the country on 



the 20th of October, and the minds of all had been made up ac- 

 cordingly. I was anxious to go, before sailing, to a high point 

 near Bayard Taylor Pass, where I could complete my operations 

 pertaining to the trigonometrical survey I had commenced. "With 

 this design I set out on the morning of October 17th for an ex- 

 cursion thither, and I now copy from my diary a portion of the 

 record made on the evening of that day and on subsequent days: 



"10 P.M. Shall I put upon paper my feelings of to-night, or 

 shall I leave them to be imagined after stating the bare facts from 

 whence they originate ? 



"At present it is thought that we are ice-imprisoned in Field Bay 

 for the winter! Solid 'joacF in Davis's Strait has been seen to- 

 day. How true it is that we know not what a day may bring 

 forth ! 



" A few hours ago we were anticipating the short time that re- 

 mained before the George Henry's sails were to be given to the 

 wind, and we to be away to our loved ones at home ; but now we 

 are thinking of preparations for sustaining life in these regions of 

 ice and snow. I must make as enduring as ink and paper will 

 allow the incidents of this day. I begin with my trip across to 

 the west side of the bay, to the highest mountain-top between 

 Field Bay and the Bay of Frobisher. 



"Early this morning the four boats, with the George Henry's 

 crew, started off to cruise for whales. I set to work engaging a 

 crew of the best Innuits among those who had just come aboard 

 to accompany me across the bay, and a few minutes sufficed for 

 this. Those selected were Ebierbing, Shevikoo, 'Jim Crow,' ' Mi- 

 ner,' Oo-ming-mung, At-tou-se-arh-cliune. 



"After making up the west side of the island, near which the 



