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cipal object tlieir employers bad in view wlien they 
left them on tbe island; but on the 30th of April 
his strength too gave way, and his failing hand 
could do no more than trace an incompleted sentence 
on the page. 
Meanwhile succour and reward are on their way 
toward the forlorn garrison. On the 4th of June, 
up again above the horizon rise the sails of the 
Zealand fleet; but no glad faces come forth to greet 
the boats as they pull towards the shore; and when 
their comrades search for those they had hoped to 
find alive and well,—lo! each lies dead in his own 
hut,—one with an open Prayer-book by his side; 
another with his hand stretched out towards the 
ointment he had used for his stiffened joints; and 
the last survivor, with the unfinished journal still 
lying by his side. 
The most recent recorded landing on the island 
was effected twenty-two years ago, by the brave and 
pious Captain, now Dr. Scoresby, 1 on his return from 
a whaling cruise. He had seen the mountain of 
1 I regret to be obliged to subjoin that Dr. Scoresby has died 
since the above was written. 
