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entering LANCASTER SOUND, 
somewhere in Lancaster Sound, probably at Leopold 
Island. For the rest, God speed ! 
“ As she slowly forged ahead, there came over the 
rough sea that good old English hurra, which we in- 
herit on our side the water. ‘ Three cheers, hearty, 
with a will !’ indicating as much of brotherhood as 
sympathy, ‘ Stand aloft, hoys !’ and we gave back the 
greeting. One cheer more of acknowledgment on each 
side, and the sister flags separated, each on its errand 
of mercy. 
“8 P.M. The breeze has freshened to a gale. Fogs 
have closed round us, and we are driving ahead again, 
with look-outs on every side. We have no ohserva- 
tion ; but by estimate we must have got into Lancas- 
ter Sound. 
“ The sea is short and excessive. Every thing on 
deck, even anchors and quarter-boats, have ‘ fetched 
away, and the little cabin is half afloat. The Rescue 
is staggering under heavy sail astern of us. We are 
making six or seven knots an hour. Murdaugh is 
ahead, looking out for ice and rocks ; De Haven con- 
ning the ship. 
“ All at once a high mountain shore rises before us, 
and a couple of isolated rocks show themselves, not 
more than a quarter of a mile ahead, white with break- 
ers. Both vessels are laid to.” 
The storm reminded me of a Mexican “norther.” 
It was not till the afternoon of the next day that we 
were able to resume our track, under a double-reefed 
top-sail, stay-sail, and spencer. We were, of course, 
without observation still, and could only reckon that 
we had passed the Cunningham Mountains and Cape 
Warrender. 
About three o’clock in the morning of the 21st, an- 
