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as one of scurvy, complicated by typhoid fever. Geoi’ge 
Stephenson is similarly alfected. Our worst symptoms 
are dropsical effusion and night-sweats. 
“May 22, Monday.—Let me, if I can, make up my 
record for the time I have been away or on my back. 
“ Poor Schubert is gone. Our gallant merry-hearted 
companion left us some ten days ago, for, I trust, a 
more genial world. It is sad, in this dreary little 
homestead of ours, to miss his contented face and the 
joyous troll of his ballads. 
“ The health of the rest has, if any thing, improved. 
Their complexions show the influence of sunlight, and 
I think several have a firmer and more elastic step. 
Stephenson and Thomas are the only two beside my¬ 
self who are likely to suffer permanently from the 
effects of our break-down. Bad scurvy both: symptoms 
still serious. 
“Before setting out a month ago, on a journey that 
should have extended into the middle of June, I had 
broken up the establishment of Butler Island, and 
placed all the stores around the brig upon the heavy 
ice. My object in this was a double one. First, to re¬ 
move from the Esquimaux the temptation and ability 
to pilfer. Second, to deposit our cargo where it could 
be re-stowed by very few men, if any unforeseen change 
in the ice made it necessary. Mr. Ohlsen, to whose 
charge the brig was committed, had orders to stow the 
hold slowly, remove the forward housing, and fit up 
the forecastle for the men to inhabit it again. 
“All of these he carried out with judgment and 
