CHAPTER XVII. 
baker's DEATH — A VISIT — THE ESQUIMAUX — A NEGOTIATION — 
THEIR EQUIPMENT-THEIR DEPORTMENT-A TREATY-THE 
FAREWELL — THE SEQUEL — MYOUK-HIS ESCAPE — SCHUBERT'S 
ILLNESS. 
The week that followed has left me nothing to re¬ 
member but anxieties and sorrow. Nearly all our 
party, as well the rescuers as the rescued, were tossing 
in their sick-bunks, some frozen, others undergoing 
amputations, several with dreadful premonitions of 
tetanus. I was myself among the first to be about: 
the necessities of the others claimed it of me. 
Early in the morning of the 7th I was awakened by 
a sound from Baker’s throat, one of those the most 
frightful and ominous that ever startle a physician’s 
ear. The lock-jaw had seized him,—that dark visitant 
whose foresliadowings were on so many of us. Ilis 
symptoms marched rapidly to their result: he died on 
the 8tli of April. We placed him the next day in his 
coffin, and, forming a rude but heartfull procession, 
bore him over the broken ice and up the steep side of 
the ice-foot to Butler Island; then, passing along the 
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