CHAPTER XIX. 
TO THE BRIG AGAIN — WELCOME AT TIIE HUT — LOG' OF THE 
SLEDGES—EDUCATED FAITH-GOOD-BYE TO THE BRIG—METER'S 
PRAYER. 
As I review my notes of the first few days of our 
ice-journey, I find them full .of incidents interesting 
and even momentous when they occurred, but which 
cannot claim a place in this narrative. The sledges 
were advancing slowly, the men often discouraged, and 
now and then one giving way under the unaccustomed 
labor ; the sick at Anoatok always dreary in their 
solitude, and suffering, perhaps, under an exacerba¬ 
tion of disease, or, like the rest of iis, from a penury 
of appropriate food. Things looked gloomy enough at 
times. • 
The Red Boat was completed for service in a few 
days, and joined the sledge-party on the floes,—an addi¬ 
tional burden, but a necessary one, for our weary rue- 
raddies; and I set out for the sick-station with Mr. 
Goodfellow, our last remaining invalid. As my team 
reached the entrance of Force Bay, I saw that poor 
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