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VISIT TO PENNY. 
ble exuberance : here we are met once more, in the 
stinted region of lichen and mosses. He was then a 
junior, under Sir Edward Belcher : I — what I am yet. 
The lights and shadows of a naval life are nowhere 
better, and, alas ! nowhere worse displayed, than in 
these remote accidental greetings. 
“ Returning, I paid a visit to Penny’s vessels, and 
formed a very agreeable acquaintance with the med- 
ical officer. Dr. R. Anstruther Goodsir, a brother of as- 
sistant surgeon Goodsir of Franklin’s flag-ship. 
“ In commemoration of the gathering of the search- 
ing squadrons within the little cove of Beechy Point, 
Commodore Austin has named it, very appropriately. 
Union Bay. It is here the Mary is deposited as an 
asylum to fall back upon in case of disaster. 
“ The sun is traveling rapidly to the south, so that 
our recently glaring midnight is now a twilight gloom. 
The coloring over the hills at Point Innes this even- 
ing was sombre, but in deep reds ; and the sky had an 
inhospitable coldness. It made me thoughtful to see 
the long shadows stretching out upon the snow tow'ard 
the isthmus of the Graves. 
“ The wind is from the north and westward, and the 
ice is so driven in around us as to grate and groan 
against the sides of our little vessel. The masses, 
though small, are very thick, and by the surging of 
the sea have been rubbed as round as pebbles. They 
make an abominable noise.” 
The remaining days of August were not character- 
ized by any incident of note. We had the same al- 
ternations of progress and retreat through the ice as 
before, and without sensibly advancing toward the 
we, stern shore, which it was now our object to reach. 
The next extracts from my journal are of the date of 
September 3. 
