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BEECHY. FROM POINT IiNNES. 
CHAPTER XX. 
'^August 19. The wind continued freshening, the 
Aneroid falling two tenths in the night. About eight 
I was called by our master, with the news i^at a 
couple of vessels were following in our wake. We 
were shortening sail for our consort ; and by half past 
twelve, the larger stranger, the Lady Franklin, came 
up along side of us. A cordial greeting, s.uoh as those 
only know who have been pelted for weeks in the sol- 
itudes of Arctic ice — and we learned that this was 
Captain Penny's squadron, bound on the same pursuit 
as ourselves. A hurried interchange of news followed. 
The ice in Melville Bay had bothered both parties 
alike ; Commodore Austin, with his steamer tenders, 
was three days ago at Carey's Islands, a group near- 
ly as high as 77° north latitude; the North Star, the 
missing provision transport of last summer, was safe 
