CHAPTER XXVIII. 
THE CRIMSON CLIFFS-TIIE ESQUIMAUX EDEN — DEPRESSION OF 
THE COAST—INVENTORY—IMALIK—LOSING OUR WAY—AT TIIE 
RUE-RADDIES — TIIE OPEN SEA — EFFECTS OF 1IUNGER — RESCUE 
OF THE FAITII. 
It was the 18th of July before the aspects of the 
ice about us gave me the hope of progress. We had 
prepared ourselves for the new encounter with the sea 
and its trials by laying in a store of lumme; two hun¬ 
dred and fifty of which had been duly skinned, spread 
open, and dried on the rocks, as the entremets of our 
bread-dust and tallow. 
My journal tells of disaster in its record of our set¬ 
ting out. In launching the Hope from the frail and 
perishing ice-wharf on which we found our first refuge 
from the gale, she was precipitated into the sludge 
below, carrying away rail and bulwark, losing over¬ 
board our best shot-gun, Bonsall’s favorite, and, worst 
of all, that universal favorite, our kettle,—soup-kettle, 
paste-kettle, tearkettle, water-kettle, in one. I may 
mention before I pass, that the kettle found its substi¬ 
tute and successor in the remains of a tin can which a 
