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“ Thomas Hickey, (our cook :) Cannot keep his legs 
many days more ; already swelled and blistered. 
“ William Morton: Down with a frozen heel; the 
bone exfoliating. 
“Henry Goodfellow: Scurvied gums, but generally 
well. 
“ Dr. Hayes is pi'ostrate with his amputated toes:— 
Son tag just able to hobble. In a word, our effective 
force is reduced to five, — Mr. Olilsen, Mr. Bonsall, 
Petersen, Hans, and the Commander; and even of 
these some might, perhaps, be rightfully transferred 
to the other list. We have the whole burden of the 
hourly observations and the routine of our domestic 
life, even to the cooking, which we take in rotation. 
“ . . . . Still this remarkable temperature; the 
barometer slowly librating between 29 - 20 and the old 
30 - 40. Snow falling: wind from the southwest, haub 
ing by the west to north: yet the thermometer at —HP 
and +3°. We long anxiously for weather to enable our 
meat-party to start. The past two days our sick have 
been entirely out of meat: the foxes seem to avoid out' 
traps. I gave Wilson one raw meal from the masse ter 
muscle which adhered to another old bear’s head I was 
keeping for a specimen. But otherwise we have had 
no anti-scorbutic for three days. 
“Among other remedies which I oppose to the dis¬ 
temper, I have commenced making sundry salts of iron; 
among them the citrate and a clilorohydrated tincture. 
We have but one bottle of brandy left: my applying a 
half-pint of it to the tincture shows the high value 1 
