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DEATH OF TIGER. 
by Hans with frightful zeal. We saved all the dogs; 
but the sledge, kayack, tent, guns, snow-shoes, and 
every thing besides, were left behind. The thermo¬ 
meter at 8° will keep them frozen fast in the sledge 
till we can come and cut them out. 
On reaching the ship, after a twelve-mile trot, I 
found so much of comfort and warm welcome that I 
forgot my failure. The fire was lit up, and one of our 
few birds slaughtered forthwith. It is with real grati¬ 
tude that I look back upon my escape, and bless the 
great presiding Goodness for the very many resources 
which remain to us. 
“ September 14, Thursday.—Tiger, our best remain¬ 
ing dog, the partner of poor Bruiser, was seized with a 
fit, ominously resembling the last winter’s curse. In 
the delirium which followed his seizure, he ran into the 
water and drowned himself, like a sailor with the hor¬ 
rors. The other dogs are all doing well.” 
