AT THE SETTLEMENTS. 
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man newspaper which told all about it. And so we 
“ out oars” again, and rowed into the fogs. 
Another sleeping-halt has passed, and we have all 
washed clean at the fresh-water basins and furbished 
up our ragged furs and woollens. Kasarsoak, the 
snow top of Sanderson’s Hope, shows itself above the 
again,—our own delusive little speciality rose upper¬ 
most. Franklin’s party, or traces of the dead which 
represented it, had been found nearly a thousand miles 
to the south of where we had been searching for them. 
He knew it; for the priest (Pastor Kraag) had a Ger- 
