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Mr. Morton, Ohlsen, and Petersen, during this time 
performed a double duty. They took their turn at the 
sledges with the rest, but they were also engaged in 
preparing the Red Eric as a comrade boat. She was 
mounted on our good old sledge, the Faith ,—a sledge 
that, like her namesake our most reliable whaleboat, 
had been our very present help in many times of 
trouble. I believe every man felt, when he saw her 
brought out, that stout work was to be done, and under 
auspices of good. 
In the mean time I had carried Mr. Goodfellow to 
the sick-station with my dog-sledge, and had managed 
to convey the rest one by one to the same spot. Mr. 
Wilson, whose stump was still unhealed, and who 
suffered besides from scurvy, George Whipple, whose 
tendons were so contracted that he could not extend 
his legs, and poor Stephenson, just able to keep the 
lamps burning and warm up food for the rest, were 
the other invalids, all incapable of moving without 
assistance. It is just that I should speak of the manly 
fortitude with which they bore up during this painful 
imprisonment. Dr. Ilayes, though still disabled from 
his frozen foot, adhered manfully to the sledges. 
I have already expressed my belief that this little 
refuge-hut of Anoatok was the means of saving the 
lives of these four men. When they were first trans¬ 
ported to it, they were all of them so drawn up with 
scurvy as to be unable to move. There was but one 
among them able to melt water for the rest. I at¬ 
tended them myself during the first week, at every 
